Worked out today

I didn't want to, but I went to the Y and worked out. I usually make it there four times a week. But for some reason today I just didn't want to. I blamed it on cramps to Mr. OCD (hoping the mention of such things would keep him from broaching the topic again). But then I checked up on some friends via their blogs (Amy and Melissa) and felt like a big loser. So I went. And I had a good workout. And I don't feel like such a shlump anymore. So thanks Amy and Melissa!

After that I went to the grocery store, planted some hasta in the front of the house (in the rain), made lunch, showered, took an unexpected business call and packed an overnight bag. I'm off for an overnight leadership training/refreshing with my MOPS leaders. Should be a great time. :)

Spontanious GNO

A few of us girls decided to go out and see a local band last night. When I called to inquire about the details earlier in the day, I was told the genre was "Folk Rock". I thought, "okay, I can do that. This will be fun. (relatively speaking)" I wish he had told me that the first set would have an emphasis on "Folk" and the second on "Rock". Then I would have realized that instead of arriving early, we could have come late and heard the best 20 minutes of the show. But he really started to lose us when he began to repeat songs (causing us to briefly question our sobriety). We decided to call it a night after a song, which I'll retitle "The Last Straw", left us nearly deaf with all the odd screeching (that I desperately want to believe was some sort of unintentional electronic malfunction) (but don't really think it was). On the plus side, because of that, we didn't hear the police sirens following us on the drive home! (kidding!! well... mostly anyway.)

Oh, there was this one point in the evening when we couldn't stop laughing. And I thought this morning that it could have been interpreted the wrong way by the band. So I thought I'd address it here...

Dear Adam and the band,

I'm so sorry if my friends and I distracted or offended you with our fits of laughter during your set last night. It was not you (mostly), but rather, the owl (which we just learned this morning is fake) that appeared to be perched across the street and watching through the windows. Please forgive us. We don't get out much.

Love,
Teri

Tax Day

And I didn't have to file an extension (for myself at least). I had it mostly done, then went to complete it last night. Where I discovered that OCD's W-2 was missing. And I didn't have the tax ID number for B's preschool for the child care credit. Darnit!! So I yoller at OCD to find that stinkin' W-2 cuz I know he didn't give it to me or I'd have it in my file and he looks high and low but comes up empty so I end up getting it online for $7!! (breathe...)

This morning I called the preschool and leave a voice mail regarding the ID number and leap for the phone every time it rings (forgetting to check the caller ID for telemarketers).

But I finally got the info I needed and finished it up.

Then I went on to celebrate April 15th in my usual custom, which includes:

• Prep extensions for clients (3 this year)
• Trip to the lovely post office (they know me by name, it's like when Norm walked into Cheers)
• Clean the office
• Take out the trash
• Shred the mountain of paper by the shredder
• Find OCD's misplaced W-2 (recently added) (don't tell on me)

2 more days

Just 2 more days until April 15th!! Then I'll blog more regularly... forgive me until then...

Halleluiah

He is Risen!!





(And there are buds on the trees!!)

Never EVER travel with me

Nothing goes smooth when I travel. Ever.

Three years ago, I was on a flight from Pennsylvania to Green Bay, with a connection in DC. My first fight was delayed causing me to run for my connection, which I barely made. However I had no seat assignment and literally stood by the bathrooms for half the flight.

Two years ago, it took me 38 hours to get from Green Bay, WI to Honolulu. Don't even ask.

This past Sunday was my scheduled return to Wisconsin from California. My original flight was at 6:55am. And from where I was staying that night, I would have to wake up at 3am. Well, I slept through my alarm and woke at 5am, which got me to the airport about the time that my flight was taking off. The next flight was overbooked, so they put me on stand-by for the flight after that one. Then that flight was delayed due to a mechanical problem. So I got on standby for the one after that, which I didn't end up getting on. The first standby was still grounded so I got back on that one and even got a confirmed seat. Then, after several hours, they cancelled it because they couldn't fix the mechanical problem. So, I automatically get on standby for the next flight, but I'm like number 53, so there's no way I'm getting out. All flights to Chicago on all airlines are booked and overbooked for the rest of the day. So I get a confirmed seat on a flight in the morning on a different airline, but my connection is with my original airline. (You following me here?)

I wait for 3 1/2 hours in baggage claim (seriously) to find out that my luggage went on to Green Bay. Call a friend (thanks Paula!) to come and get me and let me crash at her house for the night. Her sweet hubby even takes me to the airport in the morning.

Finally, I get on a plane heading for Chicago. Except, guess what? There's a "minor crack in the wing". So they send someone off to the hanger to pick up a new part. We wait (on the plane) for an hour while they fix it. Which makes me late for my connection.

Ultimately I made a later connection, but had to run through 3 terminals with a laptop hanging from my shoulder and carrying an audit bag weighting 47 pounds (I was too scared to check it).

There's no place like home.

OMGosh!!!!

I totally slammed my toe into the nightstand in my hotel this morning. And of course, I heard that nasty CRACKing sound. Can you believe it?











Well, you shouldn't!

APRIL FOOLS!!!!!