Let’s see… what have I been up to? Hmmmm carving pumpkins at school on Thursday, and LMAO at the faces the little kids were making while pulling out the pumpkin guts! Friday was a busy, but quiet day at work, with no kids, but lots of work to get finished. We went for a “Poetry Reading” after work (Happy Hour) and had a couple drinks and some laughs, and then came home. Even though I only had 2 beer over 2.5 hours, I still drove home with my sunglasses on (minus one lense) and didn’t notice it until I got home in the garage, and then I couldn’t stop laughing. Hubby and I continued Happy Hour at home while watching the Oilers finally win a game!! Whoo Hooo! Saturday I was very lazy. I listened to the Oilers game on the radio Saturday night, and they WON again! (winning is SO much better than losing).

Tomorrow is Halloween parties at school, which of course, I get to do 2 times, once in the morning, and once in the afternoon. I don’t do costumes, I dress as the apathetic assistant. I wear my pumpkin PJ pants and a Halloweenie t-shirt that I got at Old Navy several years ago, and that’s that! I actually got a new pair of pants for this year. they are orange, and have creepy eyeballs all over them. On Thursday, the kindergarten kids had their Halloween parade, and E was terrified!! He cried for 20 minutes, so that gives you a glimpse into my future for tomorrow!

Jay and Sarah are coming for dinner tonight, and I plan to watch Grey’s Anatomy and Desparate Housewives, even though it’s starting to get on my nerves.

read this out loud with a Norwegian accent :
Ole took Inga home with him and took off his shirt. Inga says, ” Ole dat’s some chest you have dare.” Ole says, “Inga dat’s a hunnert seventy pounds of dynamite ! Next Ole took off his pants. Inga says” Ole dat’s nice calves you have dare.” Ole says, ” Inga dat’s a hunnert seventy pounds of dynamite” Ole quickly reached down and pulled off his underpants and Inga screamed and ran out the door. Ole put his clothes back on and ran after her ,catching her. Ole says ” Inga viy did you run out like dat? Inga said “vit all dat dynamite around , I taught I vas going to explode ven I saw how short da fuse vas !!!!

Ficklechick wanted to see it. I aim to please.

…think of me, and maybe the visual images will make it seem somewhat better. I’ll be carving pumpkins with 17 preschoolers today. Most of them have sensory difficulties, so I can just see the pumpkin guts flying all over!

Pictures at 6:00.

Accck! I think I’m going to take up watching NFL football or something! We were holding our own tonight against Colorado it was a tie game, and then in the last minute of the game, the Avs scored two goals! One of which we put in THEIR net! I’m so NOT impressed. pfffft

Work is going fairly well. It seems the other ladies at work are maybe starting to get it now. It’s a lot of fun to see the progress with my wee-man in the afternoons! He is now attempting to say some things now, and he’s doing very well with his sign language. I sent a bunch of cards I made with the signs that I’ve been teaching him at school, home to his Mom, so she’s been really practicing with him at home, and can at least understand what he’s signing to her, so she’s really impressed and thrilled with his progress!

Sarah and I have been busy looking at paint chips and deciding how we’ll paint her condo. Fortunately she gets possession on Jan.2, and I have that whole week off, so I’ll have enough time to get it painted, but Sarah has kind of a brutal night schedule right about then, so it’s not going to be the easiest, but we’ll do what we can do! It appears that Ben is going to move in with her, so that is also good!

Hubby leaves tomorrow to go up to Grande Prairie until Friday, so it will be quiet around here. Well time to take my cranky self off to bed, since I’ve been wide awake since 4:45 am! *yawn*

An old man, Mr. White, was living the last of his life in a nursing home.

One day he appeared to be very sad and depressed. Nurse Tracy asked if there was anything wrong.

“Yes, Nurse Tracy,” said Mr. White, “My private part died today, and I am very sad.”

Knowing her patients were forgetful and sometimes a little crazy, she replied, “Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. White, please accept my condolences.”

The following day, Mr. White was walking down the hall with his private part hanging out of his pajamas, when he met Nurse Tracy.

“Mr. White,” she said, “You shouldn’t be walking down the hall like that. Please put your private part back inside your pajamas.”

“But, Nurse Tracy,” replied Mr. White, “I told you yesterday that my
private part died.”

“Yes, you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out of your pajamas ?” asked Nurse Tracy.

“Well,” he replied. “. . . . . today’s the viewing.”

I’m 22nd in the hockey pool! Whoo hooo! I rock! The Oilers however do NOT! We got totally blown out last night, and it was PAINFUL to watch I’m telling you! I should NOT be here pissing around, I should be doing housework, as my house is a PIT!

I frickin’ HATE losing!!! We have lost the last 5 games and it just sucks!!!

I’m dealing with things at work that also get on my last nerve. Almost as much as the Oil*ers losing! I don’t get how some adult people can not “figure out” what needs to be done when it’s right in front of your face!! If there are 3 major jobs to be done, 2 have been done by the other 2 people you work with, WHAT is there left for you to do??? Grrrrrr WRONG! It’s NOT laying on the floor, playing with the kids with your tatoo hanging out! Suck it UP Princess!!

Sarah’s condo deal is pretty close to be being a done-deal, with possession on the 2nd of January. Ben is causing me fits by saying he wants to quit his job and move to BC to be close to Jess. Ugghhh! I had quite a talk with him when he told me of his plan, and I’m sure hoping he changes his mind, and decides to give it a year and live with Sarah.

THERE IS A FACTORY IN NORTHERN MINNESOTA WHICH MAKES THE TICKLE ME ELMO TOYS. THE TOY LAUGHS WHEN YOU TICKLE IT UNDER THE ARM. WELL, LENA IS HIRED AT THE TICKLE ME ELMO FACTORY AND SHE REPORTS FOR HER FIRST DAY PROMPTLY AT 0800. THE NEXT DAY AT 0845 THERE IS A KNOCK AT THE PERSONNEL MANAGER’S DOOR. THE FOREMAN FROM THE ASSEMBLY LINE THROWS OPEN THE DOOR AND BEGINS TO RANT ABOUT THE NEW EMPLOYEE. HE COMPLAINS THAT SHE IS INCREDIBLY SLOW AND THE WHOLE LINE IS BACKING UP, PUTTING THE ENTIRE PRODUCTION LINE BEHIND SCHEDULE. THE PERSONNEL MANAGER DECIDES HE SHOULD SEE THIS FOR HIMSELF SO THE TWO MEN MARCH DOWN TO THE FACTORY FLOOR. WHEN THEY GET THERE THE LINE IS SO BACKED UP THAT THERE ARE TICKLE ME ELMO’S ALL OVER THE FACTORY FLOOR AND THEY’RE REALLY BEGINNING TO PILE UP. AT THE END OF THE LINE STANDS LENA, SURROUNDED BY MOUNTAINS OF TICKLE ME ELMO’S. SHE HAS A ROLL OF PLUSH RED FABRIC AND A HUGE BAG OF SMALL MARBLES. THE TWO MEN WATCH IN AMAZEMENT AS SHE CUTS A LITTLE PIECE OF FABRIC, WRAPS IT AROUND TWO MARBLES AND BEGINS TO CAREFULLY SEW THE LITTLE PACKAGE BETWEEN ELMO’S LEGS. THE PERSONNEL MANAGER BURSTS INTO LAUGHTER. AFTER SEVERAL MINUTES OF HYSTERICS, HE PULLS HIMSELF TOGETHER AND APPROACHES LENA. “I’M SORRY,” HE SAYS TO HER, BARELY ABLE TO KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE,”BUT I THINK YOU MISUNDERSTOOD THE INSTRUCTIONS I GAVE YOU YESTERDAY.”YOUR JOB IS TO GIVE ELMO. TWO TEST TICKLES.”

I’m not shouting, I’m just too lazy to re-type this!