Sunday, December 31, 2006

The Godmother

This is my goddaughter Anaya. Isn't she just the cutest 13-month-old you have ever seen? (ok, one of them)

I got to babysit on Friday night, and I have to say, that was just about the best Christmas gift a person could get. Our puppy, Sampson, was even well behaved, once he was allowed to have a little lick and a few sniffs.

And as you can see, he managed to steal a "binky!"

Thursday, December 21, 2006

What Is It...

About the day before a long weekend that can put a person in such a good mood?

Our company is "closing all offices on Friday, December 22 to allow our employees extra time with their families this Holiday Season." Which translates into a 4-day weekend. Add what is now referred to as PTO (paid time off), and you get a 5-day weekend (or 11-day weekend for the lucky ones.) Bring some easy work home with you, and keep the PTO!

Anyhow, with my mood elevated by the impending "vacation," I arrive at work 10-15 minutes earilier than usual, and remember,
"Oh yeah, they're having an employee appreciation breakfast this morning." (Yippee!)
So I see someone walk upstairs with a plate of food, and it's on. My favorite strawberry/cream cheese croissants and Pain au Chocolat (chocolate-fillled criossants). Oh yeah, and bagels with cream cheese.

Back upstairs with the pirate's booty, and enjoy my feast while diligently updating drawings (YES, I DID work while eating.) I have a question about something on one of my mark-ups, so I wander over to the cube of the person who gave it to me. Ask the question, and he looks for a reference. Enter my boss.
"Megan, c'mere for a minute."
Oh crap. He's going to say something about me wearing jeans to work today. It's ok:there was talk that I was going on-site today and it's allowed if you're going out in the field. Breathe.
"I'm not making any promises, but if there were a full-time position to open would..."
Already about to answer:"YES."
" be interested?"
Did I already say it? "Yes."
"Ok, I just wanted to make sure. I'm not making any promises."
Walking back to Doug's desk jumping for joy in my head. Boss follows me.
"I'm looking for a new department manager. That's why I wanted to talk to you."
"I'm making Megan the new Department manager."
Laughing, I comment that I'll whip these guys into shape in no time. I get my answer about the drawing, and return to my desk. Headphones back on, and CD playing again. Bopping my head to the music and lip-synching. Work for another hour, and take a break. (Yes, I still smoke, but I'm really cutting back and going to quit FOR REAL as a New Year's Resolution.) Step up on top of the 1-foot ledge by the outside ahtray, thinking about what a good day I'm having.

"Top O' The World, Ma!"

Not sure what or whom I'm quoting there, but couldn't care less, because I am. Thinking to myself, "I've been making lemonade for a LONG time. It's about time I get to make some kool-aid!" (Translation: life's been giving me lemons. Now I'm getting a little sugar.)

P.S. They bought us pizza for lunch today, too!

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Hell in a Hand Basket

This story really irked me. Please, read it so you will understand my following ranting and raving. (Please let me know if the link doesn't work and I will post the story,)

First of all: I don't care if you're an albino sasquatch who has no hope of finding a mate of the same genetic abnormalities. DON'T CLONE. Don't clone animals. Don't clone people. DON'T play God.

Yes, the idea of cloning is an interesting one. Grow a heart for someone whose heart is failing. Great. But, I'm sorry: their heart is failing for a reason, otherwise, it would be fine. I'm a smoker- not proud of it, but to quote Popeye, "I yam what I yam." Anyway, sure, I'd love to grow myself some new lungs. But you know what? It's MY fault I smoke, and MY fault I'll have serious problems in the (not so distant) future.

"Ok, so what about the babies who are born with bad hearts, lungs, kidneys, etc." As heartless as it sounds, (and probably not what I would say if faced with the situation) that baby was born that way for a reason. That baby has something important to do, whether it is to strengthen its parents, or something that we mortals will never understand.

I just see this cloning as one more proverbial nail in the coffin: God's not gonna like this. Remember Noah?

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Favorite Christmas Song

Ok, who knows what my favorite Christmas song is?

Monday, December 04, 2006

It Smells Like a Pine Forest.

(Remember that Pine-Sol commercial?)

I have my first-ever live Christmas tree, and it smells sooo good in my house!

Bill & I went to the Christmas Tree Farm yesterday with my parents and my sister’s tribe. It was COLD, but we had a good time regardless, except for a certain party pooper who will not be named here. The kids had fun helping Aunt Megan, Uncle Bill, Grandma & Grandpa pick out their Christmas trees.

After cutting, shaking and baling the trees, we headed to the barn to defrost with hot cocoa, hot cider, cookies & popcorn. Bill bought the kids some cotton candy (a previously unknown food to them), which they all eyed suspiciously. Alex found the courage to try it- but made a funny face when it melted in his mouth.

We visited the petting zoo with a quarter horse, piggies, calves, sheep and bunnies. (They were kind enough to place the horse right by the door, so when I walked in I was way too close to that horse!!! Not to mention the 2 Clydesdales I had to give a wide berth to in order to get into the barn! See my posting "Home Again" from January 2006 if you're confused) The kids all sat with grandpa and petted the bunnies. And next door, we found Santa! I must say I was surprised that all 3 went up to talk to him (after a bit of suspicious eye-balling the red-suited guy). They even gave him a hug!

Frigid temps aside, it was a good day. And I can’t wait to decorate the tree tonight!