Oh.... Heaven is a bowl of Beeb's soup

I'm not even joking a little bit.  I LOVE it when he makes chicken soup.  It's wonderful on a chilly day!  It's pretty much delicious ANY time, but you know what I'm saying.

I would like to smash my son, Mason.  He and his goofball sisters use my laptop sometimes to get on the stupid Webkinz site.  Somehow, and of course no one is really volunteering the information, the "H" key has disappeared.  So, now I have to hit the stupid little rubber nipple lookin' thing to get a letter "h."  Sometimes it really stings.  grrr.

Coffee

I need it.  I want it.  I'm going to go get some. 

Oh, did I mention that I don't work at that place anymore?  I totally DON'T!  Yay me!

I HAVE A NEW NEPHEW!!

Just LOOK at him!!  He's a perfectly snuggly little man. 

...um... ok... don't look at him yet.  There's something wrong with the uploading thing... dang.  I'll be back!

Madness

That's my life... it's total chaos.  Madness.  It can be fun at times, but it's not fun when it's completely out of control and there's nothing I can do about it. 

Work. 
I hate it there.  I love a few of the people, but I know that I can see them outside that hell.  Some six-figure making asshole in a suit is really pulling ALL the strings and making life in that store all but unbearable.  They're going to come "observe" how we handle the truck on Monday.  That's just great.  It is the Thanksgiving/Christmas season in our store.  We get the final Halloween push on the 18th of this month, the final Autumn push on the 8th of November, then the final Christmas push on December 18.  That means that for the next nine weeks we get more freight each week than we do at any other time of the year.  So, NOW they come to observe.  Not HELP, mind you... but just watch.  They're also bringing a new (not really new.. he's been with the company forever, but he is from another store) guy in to help us get our stuff out of the warehouse and onto the sales floor.  Apparently he's got a magic want that he can wave and it will make room where there is none.  I'm anxious to see how that works out.  Not only that... but he's to be given a full-time position at our store.  There are only a handful of full-time positions.  I've got one for him.  He's welcome to it.  I've had enough.  I'm burnt.  Spent.  Fed up.  Done.

I've got to go watch some television... I need to zone out a little. 

Sleepwalker

Mads just came out of the bedroom, sat with me for two seconds, went into the bathroom, came out and headed back to her bedroom.  She then came immediately back out, went into MASON'S room, came out, and went back toward her room.  She yells, "I can't find the brush!"  I NOW realize that she's sleepwalking... and TALKING to me.  "Why do you need the brush, Baby?"  She says, "To brush my hair." 
In the middle of the night?  Get your butt back into that bed and go to sleep you crazy sleepwalking peanut.  She's a riot.  ...and she'll never believe this story in the morning.

I'm reading three books right now.  I shouldn't do that!  I can never decide which one I want to pick up at night.  I really just need to finish Duma Key and move on.  I started it forever ago, but I truly don't have time to sit and read.  By the time I get home, I'm so freakin' exausted that I fall asleep a page and a half into it! 

We went "live" on a new POS system today.  There's no way to describe the absolute chaos that would break out from time to time.  I can't wait for tomorrow. HAHAHA!!

You know who I hate?  Ronnie Mund.  I really hate this guy.  (AKA: Ronnie the Limo Driver)  He's annoying as all HELL.  Oh, and while we're talking about annoying... fucking Andrew Dice Clay is on my television right now....  ugh.  I used to think he was SO funny.  I am watching him right now and saying... WTF?  (he won't even SIT... arg.)

I'm rambling... I've got to quit.  I'll talk more tomorrow.