YEAH!!

Tiffany deserves a Mary Catherine "supa star" for her help on getting my blog template fixed!!! YEAH TIFFANY!!

I'm still waiting on getting the camera phone fixed to upload pics. stay tuned.

Chatty Cathy

I'm just a chatty Cathy today! Several entries in one day! WOW!

This particular entry is to warn you of possible upcoming VERY boring (not just the regular boring) entries. The cell phone picture feature is acting weird! As you may know, I only post pictures to my blog that I take with my cell phone, regardless of the fat that I have a pretty nice digital camera at home. (Ok, it would be considered crappy by King family standards - but it was a great little camera when I first bought it!! .... 4 years ago....)

Why do you only use the cell phone pics, you ask? It's complicated but I'll break it down for you. Said digital phone is only able to upload to home desktop. Hubby has a million anti-virus/firewall/protection thing-ys on home desktop that makes it nearly impossible to upload pictures from the desktop to the blog when I'm home. It can be done (after seemingly hours of troubleshooting and tinkering to figure it out) but you have turn off a million pop-up blockers- and not the one that you just have to click on the icon. Oh no - too simple. You have to turn off the simple ones first THEN you have to go into all these different programs, sort through their menus and pick out the teeny, ittsy, bittsy line that corresponds to their particular pop-up blocker and turn those off too.

Man - you'd think we were the Pentagon!

This process is way too complicated. Plus, since I'm on the road a lot blogging only from the home computer doesn't make much sense. Enter in the work laptop, cell phone and email address. I take a picture on the cell phone, email it to my hotmail account and download it onto my work computer. From here I blog on the laptop and download the pictures from the hard drive. INGENIOUS!! Work is cool with it - obvisously so long as I don't do anything too terribly immoral or, god forbid, illegal with it all. And since my nickname is grandma I'm thinking I probably have nothing to worry about...

Although my boss did warn me once not to have kiddy porn on the laptop (jokingly, of course) - not that he had to warn me because he found some or anything!! But I did let him know that there might be "kitty porn" like a snapshot of my cat licking his butt or something. He laughed. I don't think I'm getting fired over that one.

Funny Friends

It's ok - I'm boring and I'm ok with that. But I have funny friends. Most of the stories I tell either involve other people or are entirely about other people. They're funny - or at least I think they're funny.

I have a friend Sara. She pulls pretty funny stuff off the top of her head. My friend Tif is the same way. I'm jealous of them both. I'm not witty. (just a smartass - read previous blog entry) I just read an entry in Sara's blog that had me rolling. I'd point you there but it's on my space and she smart and keeps her profile private...

anyway - she made a joke about her boobs are now interferring with her knees (not true at all - but funny nonetheless.) I asked her about her gravity-defying undergarment and she replied - not missing a beat at all - "its amazing what a roll of duct-tape, two forks and some cheeze-cloth will do" where does she come up with this stuff???!!! I was rolling. Or maybe I'm just easy to entertain.

What the???

Ok - I admit I am not a pro at all with this blog-thing. You may have noticed previously that I haven't even changed some of the standard links to anything meaningful. But somehow I managed to change the template of my blog.

Mind you - I didn't mean too. I actually just went in and tried to change it back. No luck. What am I doing wrong???!!!!

TIFFANY!!! I NEED HELP!!!!!

Please stand by while I try and fix the technical difficulties I'm having....

Seat racing

Do you know what seat racing is in rowing?? no? well then, I'll tell ya. It's when the coach (that would be me) decides to race 2 people against each other to see who moves the boat the fastest. Now, there's a lot more detail to actually pull it off but I'll spare you the details. However, let's just say that the mere mention of "race" gets many of my ladies' panties in a twist.

Theoretically I really shouldn't even tell the ladies that they're being seat raced. I only did due to the "issue" that arose a few weeks back. However I definitely will NOT tell them who is actually being raced. Let them all sweat. It's been joked around that many people (not my ladeis in particular) develop all kinds of problems when faced with seat racing - upset stomach, pulled muscles, cramps, whatever... I know these tricks.

I say TOUGH! Buck up and show me what you've got!

Do I sound evil when talking about seat racing?? I don't mean to. It's just that I used to be one of "them". One of those that was afraid to see how they'd really fare when the competition really got heated. I was afraid to do my best. Doesn't make sense, does it?? I've found that most of my friends do not share this negative trait with me - they don't understand it. Let me explain it to you:
Girl excels in many things without much effort
Girl gets overly praised for good job done
Girl starts to participate in something new - doesn't know how it's going to turn out
Girl afraid she'll not meet expectations and disappoint someone(s)
Girl therefore does all sort of bizarre things - makes excuses, refuses to participate, etc...

Now don't go Dr. Phil on me here. I'm not trying to blame the parents or the teachers or anything. This issue is ALL ME - no one else's. It's just at some point, very early might I add, I realized that I might not always be the best. Instead of being ok with that I fought it.

Some people never have this problem. They always give 100% even if they're dead last. Some people have this problem and they never let it go and it haunts them forever.

However, some people start out with these issues, realize what a crock it all is and finally set themselves straight. I'm one of these people. And it's tough.

For example - I have not been regularly working out. I weigh 25 - 30 pounds heavier than I did in college and probably at least 10 - 15 pounds more than I should at my age. However, since I'm only 30 (very young by masters standards) and I went to Clemson there are many people that assume I'm some rocket on the water. Oh no - unfortunately I'm not. I say this and some people think I'm being modest. Nope - just honest and terribly out of shape.

If I sat down at an erg (indoor rowing machine) right this minute I would score in the middle or back-middle of the ladies that I coach.

If I worked out really hard for the next 6 months and then pulled the same piece I'd probably bump myself up into the top 25% of the team, but not the top 5% or 10%. And that's ok.

If I had a coach start seat racing me right this minute I'd be nervous as hell. I'm the COACH and I'm nervous for them. But it's their time to shine - show me what they've got. Many women have expressed "concern" to me on their status in the boats. This is it ladies. Show me.

Put up or shut up.

I'm not in Kansas anymore.

Yesterday we all had a regatta (of the rowing sort) in Fairport, NY. Cute, ritzy little place - a bit like Hudson, OH for any of you that would know. Cute little winding river on the canal. Very quaint. Beautiful houses on the lake, sidewalk/ bike path... etc... It was great for just about anything BUT rowing.

If you don't know much about rowing let me fill you in. When racing, it is nice to have a wide enough river/lake/pond/anything that would allow boats to pass while races as well as having boats able to row up the outside on their way to the starting line. It is NOT recommened that the river be so narrow that it's nearly impossible to pass another boat going in any direction. NOT GOOD!

Also, it's nice to have the least amount of curves. Although the curves would make for a scenic, peaceful ride in a "regular" boat, it is HELL trying to manuever a fifty eight FOOT long, skinny boat that has limited steering ability through a bunch of curves. Yes, 58 feet is correct - not a typo.

Add to that enough wind to blow us all to Kansas. I have NEVER been to a race that had wind that bad and was not cancelled. Granted, the wind was not nearly as bad once you were on the water - the trees did a grand job of blocking most of the wind. BUT - while we were on shore my ladies were able to witness a boat (not one of ours, thank god) getting BLOWN off a rack. Imagine a 50-something foot boat, made of fiberglass, go flying off a rack. Not funny - well, it was a bit funny once you identify that it was not one of your own boats. Suckers. That's what you get for not tying down your boat better in 400 mph wind gusts.

Finally - the afternoon of the race ran very late. My boats were the last event of the day. We should have been off the water and loading boats on the trailer by 3:45 - 4pm. At 5pm we were still waiting on the water to dock. We didn't actually leave the regatta until about 6 or so. Not home until 9:30. I felt the worst for David - he had to get up at 5:00am this morning to catch an early flight....

I would have taken pictures but it's quite hard to take pictures while having to do all the things you have to do at a regatta. If you're not familiar with a rowing regatta try visiting one sometime. It's a cluster - to say the least. I'll have to remember to take pics at the next race so I can share some of the insanity with the rest of you. For now just relax and enjoy your blissful ignorance.

STOP THE INSANITY!!!

Oh my god! I'm addicted to Munchkins. No, I'm not addicted to some new street drug that you've never heard of and I don't have some weird, deviant sexual fetish.

I'm talking about Dunkin' Donut Munchkins. Donut holes, if you will. (said in a Jon Stewart-sort of way...) Those ittsy-bittsy pieces of heavenly goodness. Available in just one, quick bite. Ok, you can savor it and prolong the yumminess into a few bites. By why bother?? Pop one in your mouth and get another! Hell, you buy them in packs of 25 or 50!! I'm sure there's enough to have seconds, and thirds, and fourths, and fifths.... you get the idea. You can see by the picture I'm not the only one in the office partaking of the Munchkins... (no, I didn't eat that many by myself!!)

Morning person

I have always been a morning person - much to the chagrin of my friends growing up and now my husband. I remember spending the nite at a friend's house and falling asleep in front of the tv at 9. I also remember waking up at 6am and being the only person awake in the house. I could name many a friend that this situation applied to: Aarthi, Sara, Bryn, Kelly, Erin, Jessica, Chandra, Pam and Stephanie... I could go on and on. Aarthi lived across the street and Pam and Stephanie lived next door - if I was there the worst case - I'd get up and go home.

Once I had a sleep over with Bryn, Kelly and Jennifer - I'm thinking we were in 5th grade.... We were all on the outs with Pam and Steph (reminder - next door neighbors) and decided we were going to TP their house. We had it all planned out. TP - check Flashlights - check dark clothes - check The only thing left to do - wait. Wait until everyone was sound asleep. Then we'd tip-toe across into their backyard and let the festivities begin. Man, their back yard was FULL of trees. Pine trees too! It was going to be great.

But I was getting tired. I was afraid I couldn't stay up late. I lobbied everyone to go now. It was 9:30. Not exactly the hour we were waiting for. But it was my house and I got to set the rules. So out we went. We made a mess of the backyard. No one saw us. We were golden!! Then, someone dared me to go and TP the tiny, lonely little dogwood in the front yard. That was it. Mr and Mrs. Pawluch were still awake and I got caught. We all got caught. Not in-trouble caught - just geez-clean-up-your-mess-girls caught. It was still embarassing.

We wouldn't have gotten caught if I coulod stay awake longer...

Another instance: (that happened onmore than one occasion...)
College, 10:30pm, Tuesday. Call from Tiff.
Tiff: We're heading out to go downtown. Come with us.
Me: Please, I'm already in bed and you just woke me up. Forget it.
Tiff: Looser.

some things never change....

need sleep...

how in the hell does standing all day make one so tired??? I'm exhausted! Since having to attend so many more tradeshows with my new job I have a new found repect for nurses, therapists and food servers. How do they stay on their feet all day??!!!!

Luckily no customers to entertain tonight. It's jeans, t-shirt and beer (still with the boss and other work-people) but hey - I'm all over those jeans.

I'd write about the tradeshow but I don't want to be accused of making you fall asleep whilst reading my blog....

It's the little things

I'm on the road again - this time in Atlanta. I'm staying at a Marriott. You know my one complaint? They have internet service in the rooms but you must have a cable! So prehistoric!! I want wireless! I want to be able to sit in bed, in my jammies and surf the web, check email, write in my blog... David and I have wireless at home. I often sit on the sofa and diddle around on my laptop. It's when you don't have something is when you really miss it!
AAHHH!

Serious Contemplation on Human Nature

You know, call me niave, but I like to think the best of people until they prove me wrong. If you think the worst then you're cynical and who wants to be cynical? or around someone who is cynical?

Now, I understand there are inherent risks invovled when you assume the best in people first. For example, at some point you're going to be disapointed. It's not a matter of "if but "when" -since no one is perfect. However, maybe a person's shortcomings only surface in instances when you're you're not around. And - depending on how much time you spend around a person, I guess there is a possibility that you may never see their flaws. But I doubt it. At some point it's going to come out.

Growing up I have been accused of being defensive. (although I'm not sure about this anymore. My mother is the only one that really called me defensive on a regular basis. If you know my mother, or my relationship with her then you're probably not surprised by this.) However, I have made an effort to try and correct this. Now don't get me wrong - if you attack me I will revert to my defensive behavior in a heartbeat. But who wouldn't do that if getting attacked??

I also have the habit of being a smartass. This has gotten me in trouble in the past. I have also worked on this too. I'm learning to keep my mouth shut lest I spout out a smartass remark. This is a two-edged sword, though. In my psych test I had to take for my current job (ok, no funny jokes here. EVERY new hire has to take the psych tests...), keeping my mouth shut was labeled as a negative. I was told that I have good things to say and I need to learn to say them, regardless of how other people take it. I hold too much back because I'm scared I'm going to say it wrong or people will take it wrong. It appears I need to find a comfortable median.

I think finding the true personality of a person is best done when they are under pressure or stressed. This is the true test - this shows you the real person. Not the fakey-fakey. Anybody can be fakey-fakey. When I'm stressed I think I really clam up - see previous comments on being a smartass. When I'm stressed is definitely the most likely time I'll say something that will really offend someone so this is why I've learned to shut up. Although continue to push my buttons and I will explode. I promise. No matter how hard I try, I will.

I have been very surprised at what I have learned from people over the years. I have met people that seem very high-strung and flighty - but when faced with extreme stress they calm down and become Zen-like. I have also seen people that seem composed and together that completely fall apart when the going gets tough. I guess you just never know what you're going to get. "Life is like a box of chocolates...."

And that's the hardest part for me. Since I'm always expecting the best in people I have to admit that I'm easily thrown when I get a negative reaction that I wasn't expecting. Although I'd much rather know the true person, even if it involves blow-ups, rather than the fakey-fakey person. The real person is more, ... well, real.

Choose your airline carefully

I fly a lot. But so does the hubby. Difference is, I travel around to different places. David travels to the same airport 99% of the time. That airport would be Detroit. If you're a frequent traveler then you'll not be surprised to know that he flies Northwest. (Detroit - BIG hub). He has this routine down so pat that he usually flies there and back on the same flights. When we hear a plane over our house he's been known to take a look at it and shout out what NW flight it probably is - assuming it's a NW plane. You can't tell what airline it is but I play along anyway :)

Yesterday he was due to get on the 7:15pm flight (I'm sure it's probably 7:18 or something, but as the wife of the flier, I don't care about specifics - I round.) It's supposed to land in Syracuse around 8:30pm. There have been several times over the past few years that he does not get home anywhere close to 8:30 - but last night takes the cake.

message on my cell left at 6:20pm, listened to at 8:15pm: "Hi hon, it's me. I know you're at practice but wanted to leave a message that our flight is delayed because the crew isn't here yet. I'll leave you another message when we board."

I only had one message after practice. I call him to leave a message back to jokingly chastise him for not calling me when he boarded. To my surprise he answered. He did not sound like a happy camper. They had not yet left - still no crew. Rumblings about "all these freakin' planes here and no crew to fly our plane. I'll call you when I hear something."

9:30pm: "ok, we're boarding. I'll call you when we land." Ok, sounds good. He should be in around 10:30 or 11. I decide I'm going to be a good wife and wait up for him since we haven't seen each other except in bits and pieces over the past few weeks.

11pm: "We just landed... in Rochester." WHAT??? Um, wrong airport. It appears during the first attempt at landing at Syracuse there might have been deer on the runway. Went back for second pass. Too foggy, couldn't see, redirected to Rochester. For those of you who don't know, it's about 1 hour from Syracuse (our house), driving.... really fast.

Ok, I'm falling asleep on the couch. Love ya hon but you're on your own. I can't stay awake any longer - still sleep deprived from waking up every two hours previous night. must get sleep - see you tomorrow.

1:30am Friday morning: Sure enough the dogs went CRAZY when they heard the very quiet garage door opening, scared the shit out of me (I was sleeping peacefully, knowing the basement was not flooding). David's home. He rented a car and drove home. It's one-thirty in the morning on Friday. it's not like we can sleep in, we have to work today.

I've determined Northwest sucks. That's why I fly USAir...

SUCCESS!!

AHA! I procured a new sump pump, PVC pipe and necessary connectors and adhesive. I proceeded to install the new sump pump all by myself!!! No man needed!!!!

Now, I understand that men, whether they'll admit it or not, like to be useful and be able to complete tasks in order to keep their "man card". However, it's also nice to know that, when in a pinch, I can do it myself. Since my husband was able to unclog the kitchen sink last week (even though it did include lots of words I don't necessarily feel comfortable repeating here), for yet another mark on the "man card" I do not feel bad taking this opportunity away from him or his dad. (I'm sure Dave has had plenty of opportunities to obtain marks on his "man card" at his own house...)

YEAH GIRLS!!!!

Flooding Disaster

Murphy's law... I came home last night, feeling better, and decided I would properly unpack from my last trip and do some laundry. I go down into the basement and to make a long story a little shorter, there is water EVERYWHERE! AAAHHHHH!!!!! In case you don't know, my basement is finished - half with carpet (luckily with that really tight, low carpet) and half with painted concrete floor. (by the way - if any of you decide to paint your concrete floor, DO NOT use latex paint, like the previous owners of our house did. I'll explain later...)

I run into the small part that isn't finished to take a look at the sump pump. Ours is the model with the motor on top and water is overflowing from the hole and the pump is spinning, THROWING WATER EVERYWHERE! I panic. Oh god, oh god!! In a moment of undescribable clarity I grab the float and push it down and it stops the water. Ok, I have everything a slight bit more under control than when I started.

Picture this, I had just gotten home from work - I'm in khaki pants and shirt. I had taken my socks off and rolled up my pants - sort of a Huck Finn meets biz casual girl. cute look, you should try it some time.

Ok, what would any girl do next?? (did I mention the hubby is out of town?) I call my dad, never mind he's 1000 miles away and really can't do a whole lot unless I have video conferencing right there by the sump (which I don't). I'm standing, barefoot, squating (not comfortable), holding the float down with cell earpiece in ear trying to explain what the hell is going on to my father in SC.
dad: "can you pull the plug out of the wall?"
me: "sure, I guess, but I have to hold my foot on the float and stretch over there to get it."
dad: "WAIT. you're standing in water, right?"
me: "uh, yeah. that's the gist of the whole problem"
dad: "Can you pull it out with the cord, not touching the plug - don't want you to electrocute yourself."
me: "it's a flat plug - not sure I can but I can try. you stay on the line in case I do electrocute myself you can call someone." (I thought this was a much better idea than me hanging up and then electrocuting myself and no one to call for help.)
dad: "no - don't do that."
me: "David's ringing in - let me call you back"
I fill David in as I start to try and unplug the sump. SUCCESS! and I didn't electrocute myself! YEAH!

Smart, engineer hubby has me get the pool pump (that we use if the pool outside gets to high) and rig it to start pumping water out and into the utility sink. Ok, we're getting somewhere. However, because we're not sure what caused the pump to malfunction in the first place, David doesn't want me sitting the pool pump on the bottom of the hole. Fair enough - so I sit on a step ladder and hold it.

Meantime, hubby calls his dad, who lives 15-20 minutes away to see if he can come over. David let's me know that Dave (father-in-law) is on his way. So, here's me holding the pump, waiting for help to arrive. I had to remind Dave (remember, not hubby, but father-in-law. I know, confusing, isn't it?) he'd have to let himself in because I couldn't leave my post.

So now that I'm waiting I start thinking. Oh god - I hope curiosity didn't get one of cats and that's what's clogging this. Oh god - what if, as the water starts pumping out, there's a dead cat down there. Oh god! It would probably be Cabby because she's the one with the wierd water fetish. (and she's the fluffiest, being most likely to cause the most clogging...)
As I'm thinking these horrible thoughts Cabby comes around to investigate the water sounds going on. (I'll have to write about her water fetish some other time, sorry) WHEW! Ok, one cat accounted for, only THREE more to find. Luckily the remaining three all make appearances to see what the hell is going on. They are not happy about having to slosh through water to get to their litter and food.

Which brings me to the next real issue I'm dealing with. In the next room (actually you can see the doorway behind Cabby's rear in that pic) is the workshop (as named by previous owners.) To us it's the "cat room". Yeah, it's furnished like a workshop with cabinets and great shelving and other storage, but that's not it's main purpose in our house. We do keep all the tools, manual and power, there but more importantly we keep the cat food and THREE XL litter boxes there too. The litter boxes are sitting on top of industrial rubber-backed mats. This tries to catch the litter off the paws and keep it to a minimum in the rest of the house. Right in front of the boxes the litter really starts to pile up. We vacuum the mats off at least once a month - last time we cleaned was about a month ago... We use clumping litter. I won't go into detail but just imagine a bunch of wet litter. I won't say any more but to say it looked like sludge. Use your imagination to fill in the rest.

The painted concrete is white. Why? I have NO IDEA! That's the dumbest color for any part of a house EVER!! So now, there are little dark gray spots (individual pieces of litter) that are now full of water all over all the concrete floors. Have you ever seen bacteria grow in a petri dish? Yeah, it looked like we had little cultures growing ALL OVER the floor. GROSS! Add to that, the previous idiot owners painted it with latex so now we have paint bubbles popping up all over the floor. The floor looks like a mix of bacteria cultures and boils. EWW!!!

I know it sounds as though we never clean - but I swear we do. However 4 little cats can track a hell of a lot of litter around in a short period of time.

Ok, back to the story (it's gets going faster here...) Dave shows up and brings his 16 gallon wet/ dry vac. He rigs the pool pump so I don't have to hold it and he proceeds to HELP ME clean up this disgusting, gross place we call our basement. He's bent over sucking up water while I'm moving things off the floor. He helps me roll up the nasty rugs and carry them outside. I move into the carpet rooms and start sucking the water up there. He's still moving things off the floor onto high ground.

Now, I wasn't very optimistic about the carpet. I immediately start seeing $$ as I think of how we going to have to replace it. Have you ever used a huge wet/dry vac on wet carpet? Check this action out! See the lighter part where I sucked the water right up?? I was in business!

At this point all I really have to do is continue to suck water out of the carpet. I tell Dave I really apreaciate his help but I have it from here. No need for him to continue to subject himself to this misery. But no - he stays. He's in it for the long haul. Good thing too - I sucked up so much water in such a short time that I definitely needed his help to carry it up to dump outside. Dave ROCKS! I think he was here for about THREE HOURS!

Well, at this point it is clear the sump pump needs replaced. (did I mention how lucky we are we have a super duty de-humidifier? it's been going on hi ever since the beginning of this fiasco.) The hole keeps filling up and will need to be pumped every so often. I set the watch - every hour I'm going to be down there pumping until I can get the sump replaced. - tomorrow. I call a friend at work and explain that I'm not going to be in the office in the morning due to this pumping predicament. Later in the evening I realize I can go 2 hours between pumps. YEAH! I slept on the couch - closer to the basement. I was up every two hours pumping out water. If this is what it's like to have an infant, forget it!

So, now I'm at home, mopping the floor with a bleach solution and pumping every 2 hours. In a few minutes I'm heading out to purchase a new sump pump and Dave is coming over tonight to help me install it. I have some rugs in the garage that need wet/ dry vac-ing. I'll do that too this afternoon. In the end I decided to take a vacation day. I'm not really getting much work done when I'm trying to bleach-mop the floor, etc... This weekend (or next, once everything is REALLY dry) I'll be steam-cleaning the carpet downstairs too.

Morals of the story:
1) keep your basement clean. You think it's "just the basement" but someone is bound to see it at it's worst.
2) make sure you have someone, and a back-up someone, to help you when you really need it, even if the job is WAY disgusting. Sometimes you may not know who that person is until disaster strikes.
3) don't store things on the floor of the basement - even if it is finished and you think it's safe
4) keep a close eye on the sump pump for failures.

If you want to stay my friend...

Had a reason to call a friend yesterday that I hadn't talked to in a while. Turns out I'm a reference and I just wanted to let him know I had been contacted. No big deal. I leave him a message, sort of cyptic since it was at work, to call me at work or on the cell. He calls me back this morning and I tell him why I called. His response? "oh, gee, I thought you were going to tell me that you and David were pregnant!". Um, no.

Now I should mention, this is not a one-time occurance. My best friend, on about every third call, will ask me if I'm pregnant too. Family members (not just the in-laws) make comments or hints about it - although they don't come right out and ask. Here's a hint: STOP ASKING IF I'M PREGNANT!

First of all, I get all self-concious thinking I'm getting too fat - but then again, everyone who usually asks me this doesn't even see me - we're talking on the phone. Secondly I already get enough "hints" from the family - I don't need you too. Finally, in case you missed the memo, there is no law mandating that people who are just now married for two years MUST start procreating immediately. If that law actually does exist then I missed it - and don't point it out to me because I'm happy in my ignornance.

If I sound a bit harsh, I'll explain further as to why. See, last night I had the dogs with me at practice (I take them with me when David's out of town, such is the case now). I like to think I can handle several things at once. I'm a woman, right? I'm born to multi-task. However, trying to get myself ready for practice AND keep track of 2 dogs AND clean up doggie poo AND trying to coax dogs in and out of a coaching launch, well.... that well surpassed my limit. I got to thinking later - sheesh! I definitely can't handle kids yet, hell I can't even handle 2 dogs!!! And to top it off I got the call from the friend this morning thinking I was pregnant.

I like to think I can handle a good bit of stress - but this puts me over the top. So, if you want to stay my friend, DON'T ASK ME IF I'M PREGNANT!!