Girl Whine

I’ve had a casualty.

A injury, as it were.

From the cold.  From carrying my computer.  In the freezing cold of Tulsa, Oklahoma.

I hit the handle, mistakenly.

And chipped my shellacked nail.

Dang it.  Woe is me.

The Christmas Party is Thursday night.

Hopefully I can get in for a repair before then.

The cold handle plus the super cold temperature in addition to my clumsiness knocked quite a chunk from my fingernail.

This photo is after I filed it.

WahWahWah.  Girl whine.

Okay, whine over!  

Gotta get back to work!  Y'all have a great day!

Just Call Me Triangle

I ordered the cutest long cardigans from Chico’s.

Did I tell y’all I am a triangle shape?

Yeah.  I took this little internet “What Shape Are You” test to be able to be matched with their best fashions on the internet, and turned out to be a Triangle.  That's funny. I thought I was an hourglass. Not the 36-24-36 hourglass, but an hourglass on a lot bigger dimensional scale.

But, I digress.

Triangle.  And not the large shoulders, narrow hips version of the inverted triangle.

Think regular triangle here, people.  I mean, what the HECK?

This type of triangle.

That means I have a little head and a big butt.

Anyway, back to the original idea of this post.

The Long Cardigans.

From Chicos.

I got them in.  Tried them on.

And found there is a rectangle in my triangle.

Or, that’s what it looks like, when I put these on.

Of course, it doesn’t help that these cardigans are super thin.  And they have horizontal stripes.

That cut right across the rectangle that is my butt at the bottom of the triangle.

Yeah.

That would be me.  

Enter profanity right here.

Siiiiiiiiiickkkkkkkk.

Coughing.

Sneezing.

Runny nose.

Head and chest congestion.

Much whinery.

Not a commercial.

But, me, down for a hopefully short count.  Back shortly.

Please come back to see me.

My Name Is Janie, and I'm a Diet-aholic

I called my trainer today.

To, you know, bitch whine.

She didn’t answer.

So, I instant-messaged another trainee, Melissa, on Facebook.

She called me back.

Here’s how it went down.  (disclaimer: I may have taken a wee bit of poetic license.)

Me:  I wanna quit.

Her: You can’t quit.

Me:  I want to quit. I gained weight. I’m having irregularity. I’m not a happy camper.

Her:  You drinking all the water you’re supposed to be drinking?

Me:  Yes. I feel like I’m about to pee my pants every freakin’ minute of every freakin’ day.

Her:  I was discouraged, too, but I’ve lost X amount of inches!
Me:  Whooooopeee Freakin Weeeeeee.  That's so refreshing to hear!  Really?  That's awesome.  Now, back to me. It's all about me, don't you know that? I wanna quit.  I gained weight and I’ve been being so good.

Her:  Don’t quit.  Get measured.  Grab another gear.  Quit your whining.  Life is good.

Me:  I think I’m gonna hurt her when I see her.

Her:  I can tell by your voice you’re about to turn left out of Natural Foods and head for Starbucks.  Don’t do it.

Me:  Freakin’ clairvoyant.

Her:  Okay.  Turn right.  Go to the house.  Get your snack/veggies/shake.  Do something right, Janie, because I’m tired of talking to you on the phone.

Me:  Okay. Thanks for calling me, and encouraging me.

I go home, make a meal replacement shake, throw ice and a zucchini squash into it, and drink the sucker.  It was awesome, really!

I felt so much better about myself.

But I'm really worried about Starbucks.  Without my daily Venti 7-Pump No Water Chai, Extra Hot drink, they're probably going to go out of business.  And at this rate, I’m never gonna use my iPhone pay app, OR get my black Starbucks card.

It's a Good Thing I'm a MultiTasker...

It’s going to be another one of those “Oh, it’s been two months since I’ve posted!”  posts.

You knew it, right?

I have things I want to say, every day.  But not enough time to commit them to writing.  And it’s making me crazy.  I mean, right now, it’s 3:10 a.m. and I can’t sleep so I finally just popped open my laptop and here I am.

Our boys are making us crazy in different ways, but I’m not going into that here.

Work is absolutely making me jump through myself.  Yes, it’s a feat.  But one I, for the most part, can handle.

On top of my regular duties on the executive sales team, I put on several events for our oilfield populace.  So I’m currently juggling several plates, all the way to November and back.

Last night, we had an API (American Petroleum Institute) meeting, featuring Dr. Michael Economides, a renowned author and expert on geopolitics.  Over 200 people attended.  We put this gathering together in less than 2 weeks, and it was a rousing success.  Dr. Economides cracks me up.  He’s wildly intelligent,  funny, and sometimes seems to be “out there” in his thoughts about the energy industry. I, however, think his judgment is sound, based on facts, and I love to hear him speak.  Dr. Economides never fails to open my eyes and further educate me in my own industry, one I’ve served for almost 30 years.  Holy Crapola Thirty Years! Man, time flies when you’re having fun.

Dr. Economides is from Greece.  The aforementioned trip in the prior blog?  Was to Greece.  Here's a picture of yours truly and ThatManILove in a restaurant on the island of Mykonos.  It was wonderful, beautiful, and we had a great time.  If you get a chance to go to Greece, do it.  The people are absolutely wonderful, and they were so grateful that tourists were there!  I'll try to catch you up on that adventure sometime over subsequent posts.

Fun on Mykonos!

On the home front at Casa De Crazy, ThatManILove has taken a sabbatical from his most recent past client, and is looking around for his next gig.  His timing couldn’t have been better, as we leased out one of our duplexes to a corporate client, and we had to furnish it and get it ready.  The clients moved in this week.  It was hard work, but fun, to furnish a property from the ground up.  The clients were greatly pleased and seem to be enjoying the property.

And now, we have a trailer house to refurb.  Once the refurb is completed, our plans are to move it to a lake lot.  And we don’t yet know where.  We have people begging to rent it where it stands, but it’s hard to refurb something to your own standards just to rent it out and put it in jeopardy.  We don’t want to have to refurb it twice, right?

It’s now 3:24 a.m.  Maybe I can catch a couple of hours of shut-eye…I’ve a busy day tomorrow!  Blessings to all!

Find One Good Thing About Your Day

Arrrgh.

This morning, specifically 1:11 a.m. this morning, finds me in a hotel room in Houston, at the AADE National Fluids Conference.  (That’s drilling fluids, y’all.)

And of all things, I’m unable to sleep.   Too much on my mind.  Work.  Kids.  Golf Tournament. Husband. Work. Kids. Work. Charity Shoot. Kids.  Adopted kids.

A constantly rotating plethora of inane stuff rolling through the rolodex of my mind…that tonight, I’m having trouble shutting down.

I was asleep.  I WAS!!  And then a friend who really doesn't care if I need sleep someone texted me. And woke me up. It exasperated me.  I wanted to text back:  “Get a job.  Then you won’t stay up all night worrying about your kids.  You’ll have to get some sleep.”   But no, the texter flung her worries upon me, and now, I can’t sleep!

I have a 5:30 a.m. wakeup call for a 7 a.m. meeting, people.

It’s now so late that if I sleep, I might miss my meeting.  Very unhealthy, that attitude.  A girl needs her beauty sleep!  Or, this girl does!

So I thought I’d go tripping through the posts in Blogland.  Catch up on everyone’s lives.

And I visited one of my favorites, Irish Gumbo, read and smiled.

Irish has been challenged to find at least one good thing about his day.

Per day.

And he did.

That’s a good exercise for all of us, don’t you think?

I think I’ll take it on.  Kevin, you've inspired me, you have!

My good thing for today?  I’m low on sleep, but I am going to rock my 8:30 a.m. forum where 100 college students get to interview industry professionals and ask all sorts of questions about the industry, their future, and how to best make the leap from college to the oil and gas industry. I even have some recruiters attending!

And who knows?  I may do it again tomorrow.  Not the forum, silly.  The finding of one good thing about my day.  Yup.  I think I will.

And, speaking of today?  I hope you have a good today.  Be blessed. 

And for Pete’s sake, get some sleep!