Do you know the Muffin Man?

It's been a while since my last confession...

There's so much I've been meaning to post but the internet connection at the homestead SUCKS. Therefore I can't post or check email or look at porn. (j/k on the last one, or am I?)

Valentine's Day... I have pics! One day soon I will post them. Jason gave me the most thoughtful V Day sweets ever -- my three canvases for the painting I will be creating for my living room wall. He knows I'm on a budget and have been saving for the creation of this piece. I'm thrilled that this project is no longer put on the back burner because of him!

I made him a bunch of sinfully delicious little red velvet cupcakes along with a goody bag filled with some naughty items & some chocolate items. Altogether it was a great night. We cooked together and opened a bottle of bubbly and were just together. It was all I wanted and everything I wanted it to be. :)

Big Office Move -- coming soon. I am so ready to be sans dirty old men and loud men and well, just men in general. No offense, I love you guys, but sometimes you just don't understand the saying "there's a time and place for everything". For me that means from 8 - 5 I don't want to hear how your wife likes it or where she likes it, nor do I want to be touched by 80 year old men, and I certainly don't want to hear your bodily function contests.

Now, if only I can get rid of my pesky co-worker that is computer literate -- "Jill? How do you save this document again? Jill? How do attach a document to an email?"

Numero Uno on my mind -- Jason's move. He's leaving for his new position 2 hours from here next week. I'm excited for him, more now than I was when I first learned of the move. While I'll miss him terribly during the week, I know I'll have something to look forward to on the weekends. And besides, I love spoiling the people I love and I have many tricks up my sleeve for care packages. *rubbing hands together in a sneaky fashion* I may have to take on a P.I.C. who has much experience in these. You know who you are.

That's all for now. I mainly wanted to update my blog lurkers and get the PPP post off the top. And well, I wanted to show appreciation once more to my monkey for Valentine's Day -- it means a lot to me that you really listen and know what's important in my life and aim to make me happy in the ways that you can. Love you bitch!

Paw Paw Pervy Episode #51

A conversation I just had with PPP:

PPP: (mumbling) Hey girl. I just walked down the sidewalk.
Me: Sir?
PPP: (somewhat louder) I walked down the sidewalk. (he pauses, distracted by school bus passing) I SAID I WALKED DOWN THE SIDEWALK.

I look at him. At this point I’m trying to decide if I should set him in his place for raising his voice to me or try and figure out what the fuck he’s talking about to shorten the conversation and get on with my workless day.

Right now he’s gazing out the window. Cathy, my co-worker, says that old people do that. Gaze and daydream a lot. She says she thinks they may be thinking about their “time on earth”.

She doesn’t know I call him PPP. However, she does know I’m ooged out by him and his constant touching and slurring “you’re soooo pretty.” I was relieved to hear he tells Cathy the same thing and touches her frequently as well.

I hope when I get older I don’t gaze and call people “hey girl” and get frustrated if they don’t understand my incomplete sentences.

Change

It's Tuesday and I'm bored out of my mind. Usually I'm okay with change but lately I think I've had more time on my hands to notice it.

I came from a company that had its employees logging their actions every 5 minutes: timesheet, 10 minutes. Conference call, 25 minutes. Bathroom break, 5 minutes. We had a "helper" to do less demanding items on our to-do list because of our heavy workload. Overtime was not something I looked forward to, like most, because of the extra money. It was just more time I had to spend slaving away in that hell hole.

Now I sit comfortably in a cushy chair with an office to myself, complaining because I already have my work for the day done. I'm flipping through Redbook. I don't have to log my time.

There is a happy medium.

I get home from work and walk aimlessly around my little apartment. Sure, I could fold the clothes or straighten up the many areas that need de-cluttering, but I can't find a bone in my body that feels like doing that. I could scrap! Nope, don't feel like it. Cook? Watch TV? These days I feel lost. Eventually I do the stuff but I'm definitely on autopilot.

Another big change: J and I have been dating for a little over 9 months now. While I'm still completely in love with this man, I'm very much aware of the changes in our relationship over the last few months. The honeymoon stage is definitely over. Sweet little notes that were once left on each other's cars in the morning no longer exist. Daily phone calls and text messages are fading away. We talk less and "just be" more.

It saddens me to the point where I get teary-eyed thinking about the death of our honeymoon phase. And speaking of waterworks, I'm bored to tears at work with nothing to do. On top of it all, I have no one to discuss it with. Sure, it may seem like whoa-is-me here talking, but this overwhelming feeling of boredom and the sudden change in my life has knocked me for a loop.

I went from this maniacally happy person with tons of energy to a big blob of uncertainty, and for once in my life I feel like I don't know myself at all. And this is a really strange comparison, but I can't talk myself out of it like I imagine psycho chics try to stop themselves from being crazy. I mind-f*** myself --"Don't be sad, you have no reason to be sad. Smile and your emotions will catch up." Psycho chic -- "Don't run him over, they're probably just friends." Screeeecccchhhh!!!!

Maybe I just need a little sunshine and summertime in my life...