Obviously, I still have writer's block. I can't think of good post fodder to save my blog. I could probably ramble endlessly about my insomnia, but that would put YOU to sleep.
Why do men yell at the tv during sporting events?
What the hell is happening on Lost??? I love that freakin show.
I cannot remember the days, times, or shifts that my husband works. ever. Nor can I recall the times the other shifts work or those day off rotations, nor the potential implications this could have if one were to decide to move from one shift to another. Multiply this by things such as seniority and one's ability/inability to procure one's preferred days off (typically around hunting season) compounded by the complications of picking the proper ETO days.
This apparently makes me retarded.
I love spreadsheets. Maybe if someone (not me) created one of the above scenario, I'd understand. This is my inner nerd speaking. (or is it geek? I always got those two confused)
I want to open my own business. There are two things holding me back. 1) lack of money 2) I have no idea how to run a business. But still....
Why does dirty laundry always suddenly appear on the laundry room right after I have finished the last load? There is a never ending pile of laundry. I have remodeling dreams, not of a snazzy screened in porch or stylishly updated kitchen (although both would be fab), but of a new laundry/mud room. One with lockers and a place to fold clothes, all neatly hidden behind a closed door. One that does not have a bathroom attached to it. That's what you dream about when you are almost 36, that is if you ever get any sleep...