I'm not dead yet

Okay, so it's been a while since my last post...but in my defense, I'm sick. Some annoying little bug has been working it's way through the household and I've been even more tired and cranky than usual. And before that it was insanely busy at work. And somewhere in between there, I was spending WAY too much time playing computer games with every spare moment I had.

Honestly, I really don't have much to say at the moment. My head is too muddled with mucous for my brain to function properly. Oh, I do have a funny quote from my youngest brother as we were taking the dog to the house in town...the dog was sitting on his lap, sticking his nose out the window that was open just far enough for him to get his nose out, and my brothers goes, "Don't jump out, you'll die! Dogs don't have 9 lives like cats, I think they only have 2!" (Bolded for emphasis because that's the part that really killed me.) Okay, maybe it's just me, but I thought that was HILARIOUS. It was probably insane of me to take 2 sick kids and a dog into town when I was sick myself...but it seemed like a good idea at the time. It all went alright for the most part until Ryleigh moved the dog's water bowl and my brother tripped over it. That was a mess...but at least it was just water. Oh, and the dog ate half of one of Ryleigh's pizza slices after I told her to eat it or put it up before she went to play because the dog could get it where it was. She cried, but I warned her that would happen...so I'm not sure why she was so surprised.

I'm picking up an extra 8.5 hour shift at work on Wednesday, so this next paycheck is going to be a fairly decent one (but then again the one for the 2nd part of the month is always bigger than the one for the first part of the month...it's kind of a pain). I slept a lot today (and so did Ryleigh), so hopefully we'll both be feeling better before I have to go into work Wednesday morning and she has to spend the day with Great-Grandma.

I guess that's all I've got right now. My brain is feeling kind of crispy-fried, so I think I'll stop here and maybe write some more tomorrow or Wednesday. I feel kind of bad writing when I have nothing interesting going on... Oh well, that's life I guess.

My phone tried to give me a heart attack today

I'm not sure if it's the universe that thinks it's funny to make me panic or just my phone, but here's what happened After a quick trip to Walmart for crappy cheap food to eat at work, I got to work, booted up my laptop, and sat down to get everything set up for another however many hours at the airport. All of of sudden, the message box on Facebook popped up. Zach wanted me to text him because....I don't know, I guess I'm more interesting than I give myself credit for or something like that. I reached into my pocket to grab my phone, so I could tell him that he wrecked my web browser (Chrome locked up really bad pretty much right after that message came through). SHIT! It wasn't there. So I'm wracking my brain trying to remember if I had it still when I came out of Walmart. I thought I might have, but I couldn't remember for sure. I started kind of panicking then thinking, "Oh no, what if it fell out when I pulled my wallet out of my pocket?" But then I was sure I had it in my lap when I was packing some of my newly bought crappy food into my lunch bag and thought there was NO WAY I wouldn't have heard it fall onto the hard floors. So first chance I got, I went out to the car to look for it...only, I couldn't find it. I went back in panicking a little more and called my phone to see if anyone would answer it. Of course, no one did.

I spent another hour (and another flight coming in) trying to figure out what I should do. But then I got thinking about it again, and I KNEW I had the phone in my lap while I was packing up my food...and I was fairly certain I put it back in my pocket. And then it hit me, maybe the damn thing fell somewhere between the seats! I went out to check, and sure enough...there it was! One and a half hours from the time I realized it was missing, I finally found it. I was both proud of myself for finding it and feeling like an idiot because it was in the car THE WHOLE TIME and I didn't find it until the 2nd search. Then again, I am kind of out of it today. I spaced out for about half the trip to Walmart in the first place (and I was the one driving), so I don't know why I'm surprised that I couldn't find my phone that was practically right under my nose. I need to tie my phone to myself when I wear pants/coats with these "slash" pockets...then I wouldn't lose it and I'd know when it slips out. I tie my wallet to myself when I carry it in my pocket because I had a bad habit of losing that damn thing wherever I sat down. I probably should just tie anything that's going into my pocket to me...that would solve a lot of problems.

Random fact I just found out: A cab from this airport to Sturgeon Bay, WI costs about $617. YIKES!

Proof that I am WAY too easily amused...or maybe just immature...or somewhat insane

1. I have to work really hard not to laugh when people go to the wrong baggage claim and miss their luggage going around (seriously, there's only 2 airlines and 2 baggage claims in the WHOLE airport...it shouldn't be that hard to figure out where your luggage should be).

2. I find a screw laying on the ground and have to fight the urge to offer it to someone by asking them if they "wanna screw?" (I seriously wouldn't do that though because I am terrified of talking to people.) It makes me giggle like a crazy person.

3. The last flight of the day ALWAYS using like a million cabs even if there's not even 10 people on it. This always surprises me anyway. And I laugh like a nervous idiot as I call dispatch to send me another cab, and another cab...and better make it 2-3 more cabs this time...oh, and one more. Wait, add another one to the list. Okay, now we're done. No, wait. One more....make that 2 more. Oh, and I just got luggage to deliver, so you better send another one on top of that. (Then again, at this point, it might just be my "night weirdness" setting in because this usually occurs around or after 11 pm.)

4. I TOTALLY just sent a cab driver out with 4 luggage deliveries going to 3 different hotels and a residence. That is AWESOME! Good thing he was driving a minivan. I came in to finish my paperwork laughing like a maniac. I don't know why I found it so funny though because more deliveries means more money for the driver and having them all in a small area means less driving around to get that money....but it's hilarious anyway.

Is this long enough to be considered a blog post? Probably not, but I think I'm gonna stop now and publish it before I mention that the dents on my bottle of water are HILARIOUS. Because at this point of the night, I'm tired/wired enough to think they are. Thank god I get to go home soon-ish. It's harder to make a fool of myself when the dial-up at grandma's won't cooperate with me even trying to get here to write a post.

I'll admit it, I'm weird

So after a few friends of mine read my first blog post (and my subsequent whining on facebook that I likely would not remember to post regularly...or at all...after about the first week), I got a few suggestions that I just stick to one topic for each post to make it easier on myself. Which really is a great idea...except if I tried to do that most of my posts would be no longer than a tweet or a facebook status. And that just wouldn't be any fun. I guess I'll just stick to random-ish bits of whatever happens to be on my mind when I actually sit down and type...and hope they make some sense together. I have a bad habit of going off on strange tangents sometimes. Like I have started talking about a post from The Bloggess about Beyonce, her giant metal chicken, and ended up talking about how my grandma makes me throw away all my empty boxes I could use to store stuff but usually end up sitting around my room because I don't know what I should store in them (I've got a diaper box currently holding some of my kid's old clothes that she's outgrown and a couple boxes holding the Guavas and Bananas stuff that came in it and another box or two just waiting for me to fill them up...but grandma put all the rest of them in the bonfire). Seriously though, I would like to get a Beyonce of my own to put in my grandma's yard since she keeps getting rid of my boxes.

This blog may have been a bad idea. About the only times I'll be able to update it are the times I should not be writing anything. (When I'm bored at work and when I'm up really late to use the dial-up.) Also...I use parentheses WAY too much. Don't really know why. I always have. One of these times, I may have to post a video blog just for fun...but I hate the way my voice sounds. And I already have too many people that don't think there's any way I could possibly be 24...13 maybe if I'm lucky, but not 24. My younger brothers tease me about it all the time, particularly the ones that are taller than me.

Something tells me that if I actually do remember to post regularly, I'm going to end up regretting that I thought it would be fun to started a blog. I need to go to bed now because for once I'm too tired for the night-time to affect me in the strange way it usually does (but that's kind of expected considering I've had maybe 3-4 hours of sleep in the last 38 hours or so...I actually got more sleep when I was nursing my newborn daughter. Granted, that was kind of broken sleep because she'd wake up roughly every hour or two wanting booby-time...but still, overall, it was more sleep). Man...my job really sucks when it's my turn to work Friday night/all day Saturday.