Corvettes and Handbags make it all okay

So this week I managed to catch the stomach virus of all stomach viruses from my lovely co-workers. Y'all I thought it was the end. I could not even keep water down. The worst part was the next day when I was so dehydrated I felt hung-over and my body felt like my trainer had kicked my butt. Nope. Just recovering from the gift the office keeps giving everyone.

Yesterday I finally made it back to the office. I don't know why I bothered. I do not remember talking to anyone, I have no clue what I actually accomplished and my co-workers are giggling about some of the off the wall crap I said to clients. Great... On the upside dad felt bad that I had to be here sick so he let me drive his new 2014 Stingray Corvette.

 

I felt like a rock star.

 



Today, I feel a little better. I have managed to keep down a Chick-Fil-A biscuit so far. Success! Plus, my new Steve Madden bag arrived so now I have a brown casual bag to replace the one that died. And a couple of old friends that know me like no other have resurfaced.  I am thinking that this means this weekend has to be a good one. I can eat, I have a new bag and old friends? Bring on the weekend.

That time I found a rattlesnake at work.

Let's all travel back to Monday... 

I am sitting at my desk when mom comes in with her new rescue dog that is still terrified of everyone. About an hour later someone leaves the door open and he gets out in to the back yard. 

How the heck do you catch a dog that doesn't trust you and isn't driven by food? 

A lot of coaxing and chasing. 

Somehow in the chaos, my dads dog comes to the back along with my cousins 4 month old puppy. CHAOS. 

Haley (dad's dog) and Remi (the scared little basset/beagle)

Don't they look cute. They aren't. Not when you are chasing them around 400 cars.

Any who... at one point we are along the back fence. We go to the left and hit the end. They go around the front of the cars to the right and I chase them back. The we go left again. We are running in a tiny lane about 12 inches wide between the back of the cars and the fence. 

About the 3rd back-and-forth I heard leaves rustling and a distinct rattle. I look down and about 6 inches from my feet I saw what looked like a black snake. Then I noticed the rustling sound was his freaking TAIL!

And he was standing a foot off the ground. 

This picture freaks me out. 

I froze. It felt like 5 minutes, but it was more like 30 seconds. It clicked that I was looking at a Timber Rattler. A dark, pre-shed, post-winter timber rattler. I ran backwards fast and saw mom and dad running towards where the snake was. I knew I had already made it angry. I started screaming "rattle snake, rattle snake, rattle snake!" at the top of my lungs.

We got away from it and I stood shaking in the middle of the yard. Then I noticed the dogs were still running along the fence. Past the snake. Over and over again. 

I started screaming their names, begging them to come. Four years ago my sister's 4 pound mini dachsund was bitten by a Copperhead. She almost died but my sister rushed her to the puppy ER and hubs and I kept her the following week for all the fun creams and pills. 

I just knew that one of these three were going to be the next victim. Somehow all of my screaming scared the snake and it got away when I was focused on getting away so the dogs were okay. After 45 minutes we wrangled all the brats, but I am still shaken up. 

Who thinks they are going to find a RATTLE SNAKE at work? 

Not me. I was grouchy and touchy for the rest of the day. And cleaning the barn? I jumped every time my horse moved. I am typically okay with snakes. I worked at a zoo! But, it's different when a rattle snake decides he hates you.

Happy Little accidents and lunch in the trees

It was on of those days at work. Remember those guys I work with? The ones that bicker, tattle, complain and whine... well one of those little joys decided to attack me over a mistake that I didn't even make. 

That's right, yelled at me over a mistake that I couldn't help because I didn't do. 

He caught me on a bad day. I told him what I thought. Then I felt like a mean phsyco afterwards. Next time I am just going to look at him and say..... 

Who can argue with happy little accidents? No one. That's who. 

Moving on before my blood pressure goes up again... 

My Bff has moved back to Georgia! Thank God! I have missed her. She is my person.

 We went to lunch Saturday at a local nursery/gift shop. They moved all the small Christmas trees into the cafe and decorated them. So we had lunch in a mini forest! We also drove around looking at different neighborhoods for her to buy a house. We rounded out the night with a cookout, SEC football, wine and a bonfire. It was an awesome girl's day. 

I just noticed this post has no rhyme or reason. Sorry. Just a mumble jumbled update. It's kind of awkward but then again so am I. 

By the way... we still haven't put up a tree. Is any one else slacking in the Christmas department?  

It's okay Thursday

It's been on of those days... But it's okay. 

... that at one point today I felt the anxiety and OCD take over. I told everyone to leave me alone for 5 minutes and organized my space. Then I popped a Valerian root pill. 
... That I filled a drawer full of "I'll do it laters..."
... that I was so excited I shrieked to see the company not only on the local news but TMZ as well.  I should really be used to the media by now, but I am not. Even after 25 years. Lame I know.

... that I have put off cleaning all week. I plan on catching up this weekend. 

... that I am so excited that my bestie is home from Washington and we are planning her wedding. I am more excited about planning her's than mine. No pressure with her wedding. lol kidding Emma. Kinda... 

... that every time I hold baby K someone asks if I plan on having one soon. This doesn't mean we have to jump on the band wagon. I have time right?

... that I feel the winter depression setting in. I will not go on a prescription again. I have my husband and my family and my friends and you guys. I will be fine. 

.... that I am obsessed with my new cornbread and honey candle by 1803 Candles . Is there anything more southern than cornbread and honey? 

... that I am so ready for Friday. It doesn't mean I love my crew any less. I have 2 families. 

18 negative nelly's

Lately I have been in a blogging slump. My posts have had very little meaning and it shows by the lack of views and emails. I am sorry guys, I really am. I was sitting here staring at my computer trying to figure out where the hell my writing bug went, when it hit me.... 

I work with 18 "men", I use that term loosely, but day to day I deal with 18 men for 12 hours a day. Thank about that for a minute. How many of you live with one and want to scream? Try 18. 

My family owns a towing company and a police impound lot. I deal with grouchy people with broke down cars, who think that obviously it's my fault that there car left them stranded. I get yelled at frequently. I deal with 911 dispatch and work with them to get the roads clean and criminals put away. It's stressful and dangerous. Then I get to tell these 18 men where to go and what to do. That is the worst part of the job.

The boys bicker and tattle and complain and whine and play just like 5 year olds, all while we are trying to run a business! That is where my mojo has gone. I left it where at my desk, where I broke up the last argument between two boys I mean MEN over who got the better paying call. Oy! 

It's not that I don't love the guys. Some of them are family, most are friends and the others eh... they won't last. We can fight one minute and the next minute as a DUIer or local drug dealer is threatening me because we impounded their car they've got my back. It's a strange feeling to know that the guy I wanted to strangle five minutes ago and who was probably complaining about me to all his buddies, will beat anyone's butt if they try to hurt or hinder me. It's almost like I have 18 brothers. I guess I gotta love them. 

I promise I will get back to being me, but I have just been exhausted. We are all stressed at work. The long hours, stress of accidents and being together 24/7 is starting to wear us down. Especially me, stuck in the middle of the boys and the clients, but I promise better days are coming here on this little blog. 

Monday the 13th... Seriously? A Monday? and the 13th?

I just had a feeling that this was gonna be one of days. I mean come one... Monday the 13th? That just screams ruh roh raggy! That was Scooby talk if you didn't catch it. Yeah I am lame awesome. So this Monday... I was dreading it, however I work for dad. That means I can't call in sick, because being the daddy's girl I am he would come check one me and find me feeling A-ok at the pool or something. So I got out of bed and grumbled all the way to work. Looking like this....

Now, at this point I am running on 4 hours of sleep because my body is dumb and has days and nights confused. See the lovely bags? I walk into work and get bombarded with questions. I work/help run the family's towing company. This means I have 18 men that I am in control of at all times. It's not as glamorous as it sounds. I love them to death, but they whine and bicker and complain and ask you to repeat yourself 156646 times a day. It's like teaching Pre-K, seriously. Bless their hearts. (If you say that in the south it makes a negative comment instantly nicer.) Remember that. 

This morning it was "my new phone sucks can I have my old one back?" and "I don't want to go on this call." or my favorite "Will you order me breakfast?" Do I look like your mama? Then more questions... "Can I have new log sheets, I spilt something on mine?" , "I have a GPS, but will you look up directions?" , " You look grouchy? Are you grouchy?" At this point, I was probably turning red. I mean seriously, I got there an hour early to play online in peace get some extra work done ! And because hubs and I carpool but that's besides the point. 

Then one of my driver's calls me and his phone is messing up (should have let them keep their old phones) and all I can hear is ran...front of me.... I... hit them. I am thinking he has hit a person! I said (a little angrier then intended) "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?" Well, ends up someone turned in front of him and hit him head one. It wasn't his fault and everyone was okay. Thank God.  At that moment dad walked in and I had to say a quick "Good morning. Oh by the way, one of your trucks just wrecked could ya go get that out of the road. Oh, and happy Monday daddy!"

First road bump taken care of. Ha, get it road bump? Then I realize it is hot. Like 88 degrees hot. In the office. Our AC was out. It's the middle of August in Georgia, ya'll. I thought I was melting and I was running on very little sleep. I was lovely. I am grouchy when hot. And sleepy. And people GROWN MEN are whining at me. We set up an emergency cooling system a.k.a fans every where! We had like 8 fans in our office. You couldn't hear a thing.

Look how ghetto I looked with my big box fan on my desk. I didn't care. I even stripped down to a black spaghetti strapped tank top. Not work appropriate? I didn't care. I couldn't hear the customers on the phone because of the big fan. I didn't care. Usually my desk is spotless. Look at that clutter! Again didn't care! 

You guys should have seen the post melt/aggravated photo. I took one but it was so bad I wouldn't even let the hubby see. I am feeling much better now that I have a shower and now that its a cool 70 degrees out. Hoodie weather in Georgia. Oh and the AC guy showed up and fixed it at 5pm, ya know when it was time to leave. He is still my hero though! 

Here's to a Happy Tuesday!