Umm.. the end of the work day is when?

Most people work 9-5- an 8 hour day.

My day began at 9:30 this am, not too bad, but consider that my evening ended at 12:00 AM the night, or is it morning, before. And guess what? It is now 12:30 AM and I'm still here.

Talk about commited to your work, I think soon I just might be commited.

Oh and I miss my husband- he's been gone for 3 days and I have 3 1/2 more weeks to go.

When you visit me at the funny farm please bring candy... you will visit me won't you? Uhh... here come the men in the little white suits.. hee, hee..

But wait there's more...

I should know better than to ask a question...
Imagine this if you will... A cool October evening, dress parade has just finished and I take a jaunt on down to my shop and what do I see....

Well let me tell you- men, a large amount of men tear out the walls of my building. So I think to myself, "Self. Are they going to take my walls too?" You see, it had been discussed that they would be taking ONE of my walls apart to make sure it did mold- 1 turned in to all... and my all I mean ALL! Every last drywall wall. ALL!

Have you seen my shop? My overly compacted and stuffed with stuff wall? Oh and did I mention that all walls meant behind the cabinets. Oh yes the cabinets filled with stuff. LOTS OF STUFF!

So I frantically speak to our Co-Dept. Chair Kathy- she speaks to the "guys" the large men with language barriers and it is established that I have to move my shop- tonight! Now! RIGHT FRIGGN' NOW!!!

So after a few more frantic phone calls the help brigade arrives and we move it - all of it. Harlan, Andre, Kathy, Margaret, GW, David, Breanna, Chandra, Brent, Megan, Ben and James are all my new heroes! They helped me in my hour of need and you, now.. flood and mold aside I feel very blessed to have so many people willing to help. And by goodness did we git 'er done!

And so the saga continues...

Until the next time when I can be more awake and witty..

Umm.. Be careful what you wish for...

So.. I've been wanting to really clean out my shop and get rid of a lot of old stuff-

dumb, dumb, dumb...

Did I mention the flood? And by flood I mean water, water everywhere and only cardboard boxes in sight!

My office, the shop, the craft room and the fitting rooms- all wet- Now by no means is this a DISASTER, more of a really big inconvenience, but right now? Seriously? Right FRIGGIN' NOW?!?!?!?

Friday it rained: buckets- the drains were overloaded and the water chose the easiest path to my shop. I'm lucky compared to the bookstore and the recital hall. Or should I say the pool in the recital hall. Maybe we can convince Carol Channing to do her bet synchronized swimming routine for her fund raiser on Sunday (this coming Sunday- October 22

Harlan called me and so he and I and a couple of students moved everything and tried to dry it all up- What a fun Saturday! :)

This whole "that which doesn't kill you makes you stronger" concept is bullshit- I mean really. All the really tough people must be dead.

Well as the say, "when it rains... well you know the rest... and really Cats don't like water.

Grrrr.

4 am?

I have never been very good at getting up early... never. The last time I remember voluntarily getting up at 6am I was 5 years old. Sesame Street was on!

Today I woke up at 4 am- for no other reason then stress. I dream about work- I am constantly thinking about it. I'm tired.

12- One dozen- 2 more then 10- 3 X 4- Did I mention 12?!?! 12 corsets for this show- I'm tired.

Randy was just hired at NetJets (Yeah Randy!) so this means a pay cut and 7 days gone at a time- not to mention the 4 weeks gone for training. And by gone, I mean in Columbus,Ohio-Gone. It is a positive step in Randy's career especially considering the current situation of the aviation industry- but sometimes in order to go forward one has to take a few steps back- like 30,000 back- I'm tired.

Annabelle and Alexander- I love them I'm tired.

Oh look a theme- my English prof would be so proud.

So basically- I'm tired and my dreams are filled with corsets and deadlines.

I wish they were filled with a tall, cute cabana boy armed with a bottle of suntan lotion, a fruity drink and ulterior motive. Hello!

I'm so tired I'd probably fall asleep before there was any motive involved.

I'm tired.