monday already?

Dang! Not having 3 day weekends anymore seriously sucks! the weekends just seem to FLY by now. My weekend was fairly uneventful. I spent basically ALL of saturday in bed, sick. I think I am finally past all the withdrawls from effexor (knock on wood), so i'm really happy about that.

I spent sunday at Friend's house, watching t.v. and napping on the couch. seriously i think i took like 3 naps. it.was.awesome. of course, i didn't watch a single full episode of anything. Astros game? fell asleep in the 2nd inning. nascar? totally missed it. we also watched some stuff on the History channel, but i missed most of that too.

I got up extra early this morning to *gasp!* fix my hair and makeup. I straigtened and smoothed and brushed and sprayed and had my hair looking SO CUTE. spent 10 minutes outside with Jake at his NEW! SCHOOL! and now i have a frizzy fro. and it is so NOT cute. not even close. *sigh* at least my outfit is still cute.

Speaking of Jake's first day of kindergarten, can i just tell you, the boy looked ADORABLE!? ok, so he's always adorable, but oh lord...today...precious. black polo shirt, plaid bermuda shorts, black polo boat shoes. my little prep :-) I don't have the dock for my camera with me, so i'll have to post pictures later. i'm proud to say i didn't cry until i got in the car. then i became a blubbering mess! where have the past 5 years and 9 months gone???

i'm anxious to see how he enjoyed his first day. he was really excited this morning, and i hope that excitement continues. i hope he's always excited about school.

so, now i'm at work, about to eat another piece of the yummmmmmy cheesecake my sweet Susan made for my birthday (poor thing about cried when i told her my birthday isn't till sunday). is it bad that i'm being very stingy with it? i've only told 3 people in the office about it. of course, i'm sure if the grubworms in this office spy it in the fridge, they'll attack and leave me the empty plate and (hopefully) the bottom of the spring form pan.

speaking of work...remember Creepy Pale Uncle Fester With Hair Rocket Man? Yeah, he's gonna die. he's a fucking weasel and i'm sick sick sick of his shit (as is everyone else in the office). and i swear if he says one more word to me about the work order in his name, i'm going to snap. my black half will come out. in fact, it's probably going to come out anyway because someone needs to call him on his shit, and i feel i'm the perfect person to do that. i mean, seriously people, even our BOSS calls him a weasel.

*sigh*

i need more cheesecake

p.s. wanna get rid of your kids? take 'em to Nebraska!