I ate chicken.  Not just chicken, Tesco's chicken.  That led to me waking at 4am with sharp pains in my abdomen and a fuzzy, dizzy feeling in my head.  I  knew that I would not make it to work.  My husband said I had to go and that I cant miss work.  He seemed fine.  He left for work and I stayed in bed moaning.

I called in sick.  I said that if it was a bug, then I dont want to spread it and feel worse as the day went on. 

I slept some more and then I woke feeling still sick and even worse...  then I got the email from hubby.  He's feeling icky too.  Yah, twas that damn chicken from Tesco.

So during my day here at home, I logged into work email to find out that I screwed a few things up last week and the things I did do right, credit went right to someone else.  I can't win.  I will never get ahead. 

"How to Know When You are Going to Be Fired" articles are in front of me and I am wondering if that bad vibe for going on vacation in the States is a way of destiny telling me that I am going to get the axe and spending that kind of money would be foolish. 
I need a break so bad.  I am so over loaded.  Funny, those articles instruct us to tell our boss when we are overloaded, but they dont tell you what to do or say when the pressure is not going to be let off and your boss blames you for poor time management.

I wonder if all my stomach ache today was 100% chicken.

Just sayin'...

I went to a good friends wedding last month. This has been such a joyful occasion watching this couple go from hooking up to full blown love and committment. My husband was the best man and the day was gorgeous up in Durham.
The evening previous, we all spent time having cocktails in a little place called The Happy Buddah Bar. Fun times and meeting random people who are close to Dave and Andrea. I was just hanging out with my husband chatting a bit when a woman approached us and in a beautiful Russian accent struck up conversation about how we know the Bride and Groom. I didnt know her but of course engaged in conversation. She asked us about our nationalities, how we met and the dreaded question... Will you have children? She was enthused about the question but quickly was deflated when we both recoiled and immediately said OH NO, NO!! She seemed confused, but probed deeper why and then understood our feelings on it. The conversation ended with Dave asking for Robs attention and her husband pulling her to his side.

Later that evening, my husband asked me if I knew who it was we were talking to. I shrugged and said that I hadn't a clue, but she sure seemed nice. He said that it was Andrea's boss, Natalia Vodianova. Yah, who is that? I'm very clueless to fashion etc, but when he said that she is the supermodel for Calvin Clein it clicked. Heh... A supermodel actually came up to *me* and struck up conversation.

I almost asked her what she does for a living and how she knows Dave and Andrea but the conversation ended before I had done so.  I wonder how that would have struck her, someone not recognising her.  Embarassing?  Nah... I cant afford the stuff she photographs in and because I cant, I dont bother with looking at it.
But, having said that, I will say that she is the most genuine person.  Nicer than most people I even work with...
Just sayin'...

So I was at work in the kitchen with the health and safety guy. There was a lot of joking and we were laughing pretty hard at a few things. I happened to say "Its all fun and games until someones eye gets poked out. Thats where you come in, huh?" He got a good chuckle out of that. But I started to think. That saying pretty much presumes that fun always leads to danger, specifically, getting your eye poked out.

I wonder though, if those who had their eyes poked out due to fun and games have less fun than those of us who have fun and that occasionaly near miss of eye pokage.  Is the determination of fun based on how severe the eye poking is or potentially could be?

I spend almost my entire waking day in front of a computer monitor. 22" - thats my ideal size.
When I come home, its another 22" beauty for me to stare at as I try to keep in touch with friends, family and world affairs. (Alright its not exactly BBC or CNN, but message boards for my favorite music band counts as some kind of news, right?)
My hands and fingers move at rapid pace and all the shortcuts keep me going lightning fast so using keyboard shortcuts when I can helps me get my stuff done faster. When I get home... I do the saaaame thing.

Today I got so tired at work and exhausted with the whirlwind of the office, I just thought to myself "I just need to F5."

Thats right, I shortcutted my thoughts.

I need to take an F5 bath and Ctrl+Alt+Del > Shut Down.

I make a lot of phone calls in my line of work.  This usually involves being put on hold until the right party is found and then I can get on with my call. 
Yesterday, I called a certain company for the usual business, and got put on hold and heard the first movement of Beethovens 9th Symphony and immediately thought of anthropomorphic bananas, fluffy puffs dancing and stick figures saying random things.  If this does not ring a bell with you, may I suggest the word REJECTED 

Being put on hold  plus hearing that music kind of reinforced the rejected theme...
If your anus is bleeding, the rest of the puffys will dance in complete ignorance to your pain and dismay.
Just sayin'...

I just spent an hour doing absolutely nothing.  In other words, I tried to do something creative to add to my Slideshow on Facebook only to have it not work.  No photos.  Nothing.  I tried again.  Nope...
Why do I spend all this time trying to be creative and fun only to have that creativity and fun ripped from my little grasp?  I think maybe the other real question here is why should I spend the time trying to show my friends that I am creative and fun?  They know me, they know I have artistic ability and that I like to have a drink once in a while. 
Maybe we should all just get together more often and have that drink instead of in front of our monitors trying to show how clever we are  with links and quips. 
Just a thought.

One day without cigarettes. Im not as bad as Rob though... poor boy. He sure was a grump tonight, and stepping on glass does not help.
But tomorrow will be two. and so on and so forth... This is going to suck, but will be worth it.
♥

I got my present early this year...
A nice head cold. Yup. Spent yesteday on the couch in and out of consciousness, watching some really bad telly. Lots of tissues for the drips and sneezes and watery eyes.
Now, I got a nice box, but really... do we need a tissue with pretty designs on it? Like coloured bog rolls. All you do with it is dispose of your bodily wastes on it. Who gives a flying toss about what it looks like. Really, who says "Ooh, pretty flowers" then put it to your nose to put green snot in it?
Kind of a waste really. And you get like 100 different kinds to choose from.
Its one of those things you shouldnt have to stand at the store to figure out which one you want. They should be all the same kind, same price and you get over it. Youre not picking ice cream flavours here...
Anyway... Happy Xmas, and wash your hands!

I am so perplexed by the people in the gym who workout on a machine on their own and totally neglect the instructions on how the damn thing works. These Apollos jump right in and get their muscle on! My favorite though are the middle age women who do freeweights. This is comedy gold! For instance:
Sunday I'm doing my thing on the rowing machine (which I have indeed made sure I read the directions - I'm no hypocrite!) and there is a woman in the corner bending over, back rounded flinging her arms behind her like a turkey trying to escape the butchers knife on Christmas morn. I'm not sure what she was trying to accomplish, but she made quite a fuss. Or the guy today on the rowing machine who rowed back, bent forward and then pulled the handles only to pretty much look like he was committing seppuku...

Illustrations are usually a good indicator of what not to do, but when Wii came out with their hyroglyphics on how not to use the Wii, things just got out of control. Look, its one thing and common sense to not dunk your white machine of fun into a bathtub, but do we really need a picture of 2 people playing and one gets smashed in the face, glasses broken while the other person is laughing? That would just be cruel.
Oh, and please dont try to fornicate with your Wii as illustrated below. See, you just cant stop some people from using things wrong.

I totally love these De-Motivational posters!  I made this one yesterday just because the picture caught my eye and it popped into my head.
blaaT™ and I made another one, but that will come later when I really mean it and am really pissed off.  Not like Im not already at this point this year, but that will come out later. 
Anyway...
Random thoughts later.