Somebody has a serious case of the Mondays!

The holidays are over and I am bummed out. The family's gone, the baby is back in Delaware, the bf is back in Atlanta and who knows when we'll see each other again, the Christmas tree and all the decorations have come down, it's all over. Well, there is a rogue wreath on the wall in the foyer that was accidentally left up and a Santa wind chime left at the top of the stairs. Then there's the Christmas tree wind chime that has been up since last Christmas...it used to be where the Santa one is now, but sometime in mid-July, it got moved to the pot rack that hangs over the island in the kitchen. That's a nice place for an out of season decoration, don't you think? I think that Christmas time reminds everyone of the joy that our family and friends bring to us and when we find a misplaced ornament or decoration, we can't bear to put it away...at least in our house we can't.

I am little surprised at myself lately with the overwhelming sense of "family" I feel lately. I want to spend as much time as I can with my immediate and my extended family. I want them to know that I love them. I can't exactly say why, mainly because I don't have a reason, except that we're all getting older, and I don't' feel like I say it enough. It seems like everyone is getting sick, or their health is fading. Some are not able to care for themselves anymore and some are beginning to not be able to think for themselves anymore. Along with all the bad news, there's good news too...strong healthy babies were born this year that brought joy into our lives and make every one's day just a little bit brighter. It's gets harder to say good bye every time they leave.

I probably made one of the dumbest moves I could ever make in the history of mankind. I took a J-term class at FCC. It's a semesters worth of work jammed into two weeks in January. I'm going to go out on a limb here and just say it...I'm a fucking retard. Unfortunately, I had no choice really...well, I did, I could have taken it like 3 years ago when I started this program, but I chose to wait until the zero hour to wrap up my course work. Typical Tracy. Needless to say, I am a total stress case from now until January 16th when the final is due...and THEN, the Spring Semester starts...I'm taking my final 9 credits of course work and wait for it, wait for it...an internship that's worth 3 credits. Oh, and get this, I have to pay to do an internship, they charge you for the credits...at least that's my understanding. wtf is that? So basically, I have to come up with $1,200, book $, I'll be going to school full time, working full time and doing some intern work as well. Someone just come in here and shoot me now. Please? Anyone? Despite all my complaining, here's the positive perspective...I'll be able to graduate. True, it's only an Associates Degree, but still, it's something. Then I can move forward with the master plan. In the end, it will all be worth it. All the hard work, late nights, $$ spent, books bought needlessly, because, I can't tell you when the last time I've actually used a the textbook for a class I've taken, and tears will be worth it. Yes, I cry over this shit. It stresses me out and I want it to be over. I want to move on with my life. It's funny, I'll be immediately enrolling in a 4 year somewhere to get my bachelors, but I just have this personal goal that I need to finish, god dammit. One last positive thing...this J-term class...it's real estate law...I've got that shit in the bag. I've been working in real estate law in some form or another for the past 9 years. Schwing.

With that, it's late and I'm tired. My smelly dog has jumped up on the couch next to me. He's not supposed to be here, but I think he's really cute (I'm the only person that thinks so), so I'll let him stay just a few more minutes. I'll stop rambling for you Nikki, since I know you're the only one that reads this :o).

Why I Like My Boyfriend

Just as I was ready to have a major meltdown at work, Bill sends me this link out of the blue...

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=crop+dusting

No prior discussion on the subject had been had today. Guess he just knew I needed a laugh...either that or he's just as amused by farts as I am.

Carry on.

Road Rage

Dear Blue Station Wagon on the Rt. 7 Bypass in Leesburg,

My Passive Aggressive Road Rage is just as annoying as your Riding My Ass, Flashing Your High Beams At Me Road Rage. Just thought I'd remind you.

Here's the deal fuck face, it's raining out, the roads are slick, we JUST passed an accident, and you want me to go even faster? You can suck it. I'm already exceeding the speed limit. Yes, I did speed up so you couldn't pass me, that was a dick move on my part, but there is no need for you to be going that fast. Since you chose to ride my ass and flash your high beams, I chose to slow it down to the speed limit. I'm glad that you were finally able to pass me though, did that make you feel better?

It was nice to pull up behind you at the red light at Sycolin Road and see you again. Did you hear me tap my horn and see me wave at you in the rear view mirror? I hope you did, I think we shared something this morning...two very different types of road rage. You know what they say...Opposites attract ;o).

Since you were driving a station wagon, I hope you didn't have children in that car, asshole.

Drive safely,

Tracy

"You can pick it up on Sunday"

So as most of you know, I'm kind of a slave to my job. I don't know why, it's not a "sexy" job and it's not what I'm going to school for. It's a very difficult job in that I have to deal with so many different personalities and I've had to learn how to balance my personality with theirs to make a successful working relationship.

I often come into the office on the weekends to catch up on administrative tasks that I wasn't able to get to during the week due to numerous phone calls from angry homeowners or the "drop by" visits from contractors that break my concentration. I'm not married and I don't have any children so this isn't a hardship my non existent family. My boyfriend lives 643.86 miles away (yes, I've mapquested it) so it's not like I'm missing out on quality time with him. It is however, creating a "monster" out of my "clients."

Recently, I've received two, what I find to be, very disturbing emails. One of them read "You can pick them up on Sunday afternoon." This was in reference to two letters that needed signature from a client. The other read "Were you planning to drop them off during the week or on the weekend. " This was in reference to some reference materials for a client.

Have I created total monsters by replying to emails at 11 Pm and 5:30 AM, or answering my emails on Sunday afternoons? Have I given the impression that because I am single and do not have a family, that I am willing and pleased to work on the weekends...that I should come to your house and drop something off on a Sunday afternoon?

I envy my co-worker who leaves the office at 5 PM every day and doesn't come in on the weekends. She gets all of her work done. Why am I such a fanatic about this job? Why am I so obsessed? Why don't I put so much effort into my schooling or my personal relationships as I do for this job, which has clearly given me nothing more than the presumption that I am pleased to be at your service, 24/7.

Cherry Pop

So this is my first attempt at blogging. Sure, I've dabbled in it on myspace, but seriously, myspace is for suckers, oh, and 31 year old women like me who can't seem to delete that profile. But I digress...

I don't really have anything to write about at this moment, except that maybe I should be studying for mid terms. This is much more "exciting" than reading about billing and time sheets...or memorizing the Bill of Rights.

Here are some up and coming topics of discussion I will be writing about:

• My sisters wedding
• My job

standby...

tk