Joke of the day

I was going through my folders and came across the one our artist made for the office manager to put his completed art in when she was out. 

3rd outfit of the day

Brief update, I now have six hours to have a sports sales plan put together for my new sales person, Sue.  I planned to start sooner, but between sleeping in (much needed) and changing Dagnys outfit three times, its noon.  The last time was when I had finished my shower, managing to keep her out of the shower, I turned around to grab my towel and turned back in time to see her swan dive into the tub.  I had not pushed the drain down from last nights bath and so the tub had several inches.  She was quite proud of herself though so I enjoyed the moment. 

Snaps to my husband!!

Thursday was Terry's sausage fest dinner at Misty's in Lincoln.  Terry has been really busy working on figuring out how to be a "boss" and not a worker bee.  He jumped into the deep end of self-employment.  He's watched and helped me run a screen printing shop for 7 years now, but still wasn't prepared for ALL the work self-employment included.  I tried to warn him, but he thought it would be all lazy afternoons spraying foam and big paychecks.  HA!  So between my help in the office and on the jobsite,  as well as staying on top of  the screen printing company I still have ownership in.  I'm pretty stressed out.  Add to that our sweet little girl is in daycare way more than I wanted for her.  *tears*

So I've been whining to him lately that he doesn't show me enough affection, and appreciation for all I do keeping our house clean-ish, clothes washed, folded, and put away, ect.  Yes, I do all that too.  He's pretty much completely consumed in finding his footing as a business owner.  So, I had been in a really irritable mood and quit washing his clothes.  A week or so goes by, and he says, "Could you please wash my clothes?"  So he finally noticed that fairies were not doing the housework. 

This leads us up to last Thursday (2 days ago).  He told me he had something planned for me to do.  A pottery class is what he hinted at.   I don't know if he cancelled that because I wasn't too into the idea, or if it was to throw me off track so I wouldn't guess what he really had planned.  A SPA DAY!!  Well, 2.5 hours of spa day, but still SWEET!!  I've never had a body scrub or facial!  It was glorious.  A body scub followed by a facial, followed by a hour long massage.  All while HE watched the baby!! 

Small joke on that.  I scheduled myself a 1/2 hour massage and asked him to be home so he could watch the baby while I got a massage.  He didn't get home in time, so I spent my massage listening to the baby cry, then getting up and giving her another toy, then she would play for a few minutes and get upset she couldn't be on the table with me, and on and on.  He finally showed up as my 1/2 hour was wrapping up.  I was not a happy girl.  Especially since I've scheduled several massages for him and taken Dagny while he got his.

"So, how did sausage fest go?"  I asked him Friday morning.  He got home so late I was already fully asleep, even though hours before I had sent him sexy messages to come home soon.  Apparently, gossiping with the guys is more fun that playing with his freshly scrubbed wife.  Whatever at 11 PM I'm ASLEEP.  

"It was really informative.  We talked about products and how to apply them."
"Did you say anything to the sales guy about me?"
"Yeah, I told him you were disappointed you weren't invited since you own 51% of the company.  Mike asked if you actually do anything in the company and I highlighted some of the jobs you've done.  Ali sprayed this, and Ali did that.  Dave, the sales guy just sat there.  Then he started shooting tequila like it was going out of style.  I doubt he is going to be much help finding us work this winter."
"Great, wasn't he stoned when you talked to him in Denver?"
"Pretty sure.  That or the altitude was getting to him." Terry replied giving me a kiss.  He's been a lot more attentive lately.  I think my complaints have finally gotten his attention.  I'm not a very needy wife, or at least I try not to be, but come on.  I need some lovin' every now and then. 

My skin feels amazing and my face is glowing with clean healthy cells.  Now it's time to plan my singles party!  I'm inviting a few single guys I know and a few single gals to a dinner party.  The girls know the guys are single, but the guys are unsuspecting.  I'm not sure how it'll work, but it will be good practice for my guy friends to talk to stranger women without being too nervous. 

Terry just took off to do an incredibly slow and complicated grain bin seal an hour and a half away from here, so he probably won't be home for the dinner part of the party.  He's sealing a grain bin to another grain bin.  They are stacked on top of each other, so he's in a boom lift and that goes really REALLY slow. 

I told him I'd save some pie for him. 

Boys Club

Tomorrow night is the men's only "business meeting" at the really great steak house in Lincoln.  It's a pricey place and I've never been.  It probably won't live up to the hype, as many things in this state.  I probably won't have a great time listening to a bunch of guys tell war stories about their "greatest" roofing jobs.  *Yawn*  But still.  I wanted to be invited.  I pointed out to my husband that the invite was specifically inviting guys only and included only Terry's name on it.  Terry didn't believe me and called to ask if his wife could come.  Not his business partner that recently turned a coating job into a tear-off, foam 500 square feet and then coat job adding several thousand to our bottom line, his wife-y.  The answer was this is for the guys only.

In Terry's defense, he isn't a chauvinist, he just doesn't see things from my complicated point of view.

How crummy is it to do a bunch of the work in a company, and not get invited to the dinner?  Here's a short list of the things I've done for Thompson Urethane that would not be considered "woman" work: Helping with tear-offs, spraying foam with a heavy hose, and driving a ancient '88 3-speed truck around to coating jobs. 

The last coating job I did by myself, the trigger on the sprayer was gummed up because it hadn't been cleaned out, so I got covered in coating trying to get it working again.  Nope, it was stuck, I had to sprint to the machine, coating going everywhere, and turn it off manually.  I then spent the next several hours taking the entire trigger system apart down to the springs and cleaning out all the junk that had built up in there over the years.

Spurned, what's a girl to do?  I've decided to take Dagny to the steak house for our own awesome dinner just the two of us.  She is usually really good at eating out - so long as she is hungry and there is food to eat.  She eats A LOT.  For only being a year old, she packs it away.  Healthy food: steamed carrots, broccoli, and apples.  Of course she likes apples.  She also eats normal kid food like fettuccine, pizza, and cheese.  Dagny likes to walk around and say hello to all the other restaurant patrons.  She'll walk up to them and if they don't look at her right away she'll bop their legs with her ketchup-smeared fingers until they look down and smile.  Then she will throw her hands in the air and run back to me squealing with delight.  She is perpetually thrilled by interaction with other people.

I'm going to get my hair and makeup done at the beauty college and maybe even buy a new dress.  I've got a pair of shoes now that my brother and his girlfriend gave me for my birthday last year.  They noted I was wearing sneakers and a dress to a wedding.  I didn't have any strappy sandal type shoes. So they got me a pair of really pretty (and painful) silver shoes.  Then, I'm going to order a glass of wine and let Dagny run around to the table where daddy is sitting and enjoy.  Have any other ideas for me?  I'd love to hear your ideas!

Gifting

“I gave you a daughter.” has been my response to a lot of gift-giving comparisons over the last year. Our daughter, Dagny was born in 2012 and I looked up to see him holding our daughter with tears in his eyes. I think I win the gift-giving competition. So far he hasn't caught on that he was involved in giving me a daughter as well. When he does I guess I will have to start getting points by planning vacations and date nights again. I have traditionally been in charge of planning our dates, starting with our first date when I asked him out. I do wish after seven years together he would plan more, but in his defense I squash his ideas a lot. His last date night plan was a pottery class I would take alone while he went to a steak dinner with the guys. Yeah, he didn't understand why I wasn't thrilled about that one. 

It really was a surreal moment. Me freaking out on the operating table about the lack of feeling in my legs, and I look up and he's bringing her to me to see. He's all red faced and teary-eyed like when the church doors opened and I walked down the isle to meet him. That was the first time I saw him cry and now, four years later he's doing it again. “Are you crying?” I asked him.

“Yes, … I have a daughter.”

So really I've given him two tear-jerkers for gifts.  My fabulous self and an even more fabulous daughter.  I've hinted that I think we should maybe have another, since this one is so great.  He's vetoing that...for now. 

Sleeping Beauty

My baby finally fell asleep.  I still nurse her a few times a day, especially at night because she goes to sleep really zen when she falls asleep this way.  She goes into a kind of trance and then flips over in her back asleep.  At this point I wish I could just go to sleep beside her keeping her warm. She's big enough I dont worry about crushing her anymore, but somehow she's more active asleep than some people are awake.  On her back, arms flailing,  flipping to tummy with her butt in the air, back to her side, boob is here nurse for a while,  punch me in the face... you get the idea.  Its sad though because I looked forward to waking up with her in the morning.   The few times she hasn't made my eyes water by head butting my nose in her sleep the mornings were great. 

As you might have guessed I don't like being wacked in my sleep as I'm a light sleeper by nature.  So off to the crib I go with her carefully so she doesn't wake up.

She senses me laying her down and starts to cry.  Awake again, I head back to the bedroom where Terry is asleep on the easy to get into side if the bed. 

I have to exit the mattress on my side via the foot of the bed because we pushed the bed against the wall so Dagny wouldn't fall off the bed accidentally.   It sucks for me with my in and out of bed all night thing, but really makes the 8x8 closet we sleep in roomy.

So I crawl on my knees up onto and across the bed with an upset little girl. Dang, Terry sleeps like a rock.  How can he sleep through all this commotion?

The bathroom scale

I've lost a lot of weight from when we were first married. I would set a goal, and promise myself great (non-food) rewards.  Like "When I break 200 I'll buy myself an underwater mp3 player for the pool." and  "When I break 180 I'm totally getting a new wardrobe!"  I've never actually delivered on any of these promises to myself and for the first 40 pounds it didn't matter.  Apparently, losing weight was reward enough and I didn't want to spend the money on clothes for a weight that I'm not happy at. 

 

My clothes are a disaster, and I really deserve a whole new power wardrobe. I've got ill-fitting goodwill specials hanging in the closet like they are the current season Merona's from Target. Currently, I'm wearing a grey fleece underwear top, paired with brown cargo capris. My socks are new. I love wearing new socks, they are a pretty soft pink and grey plaid against white mid-calf, inside black square-toed shoes with a chunky heel by Mudd. I probably got the shoes at goodwill too. To put it mildly, I look like a train wreck. But technically, my outfit meets dress code requirements. The pants are long enough, and I'm wearing non-sneakers, with a closed toe.

I'm currently somewhere around 178 pushing back up to 180 and have never gotten myself any of the rewards I've promised myself. Monetary reasons have always been why I don't want to spend $80 on a mp3 player or $50 on water-resistant headphones. We aren't totally broke now the way we used to be a few years ago. So why am I so willing to spend $30-$45 on dinner instead of saving up the money and buying something lasting? I love food. Especially when it gets delivered to the table in front of me.

I haven't lost any weight for over a year now. Obviously, I gained 10 pounds when I was pregnant, but now my daughter has had her first birthday and I weigh the same as when I was waddling around with a 7 pound baby inside me. Which means...I've actually gained weight since she was born. How is that possible? Between never getting more than a few bites of food between cries, carrying her around, and breastfeeding, I should be down another 20 or more pounds. Somehow I'm not. I've told myself muscle weighs more than fat, but I don't think I can keep fooling myself. It is time to stop mainlining pizza and cheese bread. I love Domino's stuffed cheesey bread and pizza. Any kind of pizza.