10,000 strong....and growing

Remember that Flintstones commercial? We are Flintstones kids...10 million strong...and growing. Yeah, that's what's running through my head right now. Sorry if it's now running laps through your feeble brain as well, it just came to me as I was preparing this entry. And now I'm reflecting back to the time I ate an entire bottle of Flintstones vitamins as a kid and had to have my stomach pumped. Good times. They were so yummy - who didn't want to much on purple Bettys and yellow Freds? I didn't after the charcoal shake, that's for sure. Lesson learned. Lesson learned.

The 10,000 is in reference to the fact that as of today, my wee little bloggie here has exceeded 10,000 visits since I started counting on January 30. Not too shabby for five months, I'd say. I sure as shit ain't no Lainey or Perez, but you're still here, so I can't be doing it all wrong! So once again I'll thank you for journeying along with me during the past few months that have been my life. You've been there for the good, the bad, the super bad, and the fan-fucking-tastic. That rocks.

So let's see, what's been going on....

Busy days, but that's coming to a close for a bit and I couldn't be happier. Thursday morning we had to be at the clinic for 8am, and since we both needed to make an appearance, we hit the highway at 6:20. AM! Which means we were up at 5:30. So yeah. Long day. Then that evening we went for dinner at the new Milestone's near our house, then hooked up with a friend and her boyfriend for a few hours of jazz on the patio at our local art gallery. Her boyfriend is on the board of the gallery, and it was nice to sit back, relax, chat, and freeze our asses off on a chilly June night.

It's a relatively new building, so as we're chatting Hubs asks if he can see the mechanical room. He loves poking about to see who's got what. So Andy goes off to find the mechanical guy and we all truck down to the basement. Talk about your foreign territory! Pipes, pipes baby! Everywhere!

Sure enough Hubs knows his stuff and actually manages to solve a heating/cooling problem they've been having. Very impressive, my man. He sure does love his stuff, and he's damned good at it. He was so proud - it was kinda fun to watch him do his thing. I don't get much of a chance to see my boy in action! Too cute.

Then it was home to bed. We were both so happy that it was a local event, meaning a 10 minute drive from there to our beloved driveway and subsequently, bed.

Best of all for me? I got to sleep in until 8:25 today - absolutely beautiful for a Friday morning! Our offices close at noon on Friday's before long weekends, so I asked if I could work from home for the morning to save the commute time and money, and they agreed, which was fab!

12:01 arrives and I log off the network with glee and hit the showers. Working in your pj's is a beautiful thing. I think we should institute weekly pajama days in the workplace. Employee satisfaction would skyrocket, and people would get that much more sleep 'cause they don't have to change into their monkey suits before departing. Think of the benefits to corporate Canada!!

Yeah, not gonna fly, eh? Ah well, it was worth a try.

So let's see...after my shower I walked over to Tim's, got a coffee, then took the bus (yeah, you read that right - Hubs had the car, so what choice did I have? I slummed it up good) to my manicure appointment. Great place, kinda scatterbrained manicurist, but she did a reasonably good job so I can't complain too much. At least my nails are shorter now and I don't cause myself physical pain typing on this very keyboard. Silver linings and all that.

That's my surprisingly mundane rundown of events over the past few days. The weekend holds more of the same, so prepare to be bored to tears by my complete lack of hijinks. I know I will be. And I can't flipping wait!

And that's your daily dash. How's your diva doin'?