Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving was very, very nice....quiet, but nice. The only people who were here were my mom, Pat, Evan and me. Mikel was sorely missed. I did get to talk to him - twice. He called once very early in the morning (well, okay, not too early...around 8:30 or so) and then again around 5:45. He's doing well, but he's ready to come home for Christmas. Anyway...on Thanksgiving we had the traditional turkey (which I cooked, thank you very much), dressing, sweet potatoes, cranberry salad (those three prepared by my mom), baked green beans (mine), corn on the cob, rolls...it was a LOT of food for just us! Oh yeah...pumpkin and pecan pie, too (neither of which was made from scratch, which is fine by me).

We watched the Country Music Awards (that I had DVR'd) and then Mom left shortly after that. Evan and I went to Blockbuster to take back some movies and get more. We rented Kung Fu Panda - which he was all excited about in the store - and Peter Pan (again). I also rented Hancock, with Will Smith, and bought (3/$20) What Happens in Vegas, Made of Honor, and Leatherheads. The only thing that's been watched so far is Peter Pan. Of course the kid has no interest in Kung Fu Panda now...

Friday morning Pat and I went and did a little shopping while Evan had his break from us with Liz (thank you SO MUCH, by the way). Well, okay, we went to one store (Wal-Mart in Moore) and bought one gift for Evan. Then we went to the mall for Pat's eye appointment. While we were there I decided I should probably get mine checked too...more on that development in a later post.

After we did the eye appointments we picked Evan up, ate some lunch and then went back to the mall to get Pat's glasses. (Couldn't get mine just yet because I have to do a little more selective shopping for frames.) While we were there, we had Evan's picture made with Santa. Surprise, surprise, there was hardly a line! He was really excited to see Santa - until it was time to sit on his lap. Then all he would do was make the, "You're in big trouble and I'm going to embarrass you, " face. They got two pictures - one with his finger in his mouth and one with just a hint of a smile. Little turkey. We thought about getting the one with the finger in his mouth, but went ahead and opted for the near-smirk.



After we got home, Nebraska was playing Colorado. It was a very...well, I'll use the word "tense"... tense environment in our house. They ("they" being Nebraska, as if my two followers didn't know that) pulled it out, but it caused some concern.

Saturday was pretty laid back. I'm not sure anyone around here even bothered to get "dressed," other than to throw a sweatshirt over pj's or something like that. Of course there was somewhat of a big football game on Saturday night. There was quite a bit at stake seeing as how there was a three-way tie for the Big 12 South leader. Fortunately, OU's win moved them ahead of Texas in the standings (as that would have been the tie-breaker to see who plays in the Big 12 Championship) and OU will play Missouri. The only thing that would have made losing to OSU less painful (if that had happened) would have been that Texas Tech would have played in the championship instead of Texas. What a mess. I can't believe I just put that much energy into writing about it, actually. I suppose I did it for the sake of memory later when I can't remember what the deal was...

We went to Journey Church this morning and then came home to another fairly relaxed day. Now I'm just going to work on getting the Energizer Bunny to go to bed...

As of right now, counting today and the day he gets home, there are 21 days until Mikel comes home for Christmas. I CANNOT WAIT. In fact, I think I would rather not count today and the day he gets home because then there's only 19 days. That's fair, wouldn't you say?

Poop

It's amazing, I think, what kinds of things really make a mom excited. Poop - in the right place, and on a consistent basis - is one of them for me. Okay, well, not for me, personally, but...well, Evan's. (He's going to be really mad at me someday for blogging about this...)

Anyway, the kid was constipated for so long (even way before I knew it) that by the time he started potty training, it got really bad. It hurt when he went, so he associated the pain with the toilet. So, we went to the doctor, got instructions for Mirilax (miracle working stuff), and he's on his way to normal.

So what brings this on, you ask??? Well, today was his first poop in the toilet - with no pain or any other side effects he had before that I won't go into detail about.

YEA!!!!!!!!!!! I can only hope that it continues!

I know this was probably way more information than anyone really wanted, but it's MY blog...

You Asked For It...

Okay, Follower...You asked for it. I'm back. At least for today. I will be fair and warn you ahead of time that this is a rant. If you have no desire to read something that could be fairly harsh, stop now.

I don't get how people can go about pawning off their jobs so effortlessly with seemingly no conscience about doing so at all.

OR, in the alternative...

I don't understand how some people who are so lacking in the skills necessary to do their jobs actually manage to keep their jobs.

People need to review the work, stop and think about what they are reviewing, determine a proper course of action, take the action - in the proper order, of course, obtain results/information, and THEN pass problems they can't fix to someone who can.

What they don't need to do is look at it, jump to the wrong conclusion because they didn't THINK, and pass it on to someone else (who has to stop her job to make a phone call and ask questions based upon INACCURATE information passed along by the original party)...only to get information that would have been obtained if the original person had done what was supposed to be done to begin with.

This, dear friends, is the story of my job. Every. Single. Day. It's usually only one or two people, but those one or two certainly make for another full time job for me...

I have no idea if any of this made any sense to anyone but me, but I don't care. I had to get it off my chest. Had to say it. Had to breathe...