So, here's the thing, I've had this lump on the back of my wrist for, oh, I don't know, weeks? Months, maybe? Anyway, it kind of hurts and kind of doesn't. When I move it certain ways, or rest any weight on it. Typing bothers

Here's a picture of on the day I found out I have a Ganglione Cyst on my right wrist and that I got a promotion and significant raise.  Significant. (Note the horrible haircut.  Despite what Hubby says, it's awful.)

I can honestly say, I have never seen anything like this . . .

This dream I had the other night, it goes beyond strange, wraps around crazy and loops itself back to weird again.

Numbers, numbers, numbers . . .

Because we love the strange, cryptic messages from Mom.

www.pittstontomatofestival.com/little.htm No contest.

I, with everyone else, had a goal of five enrollments for mid-term.  While no one else in the office reached goal, I did.  I exceeded goal.  I doubled goal.  I have ten enrollments.  I'm glad for all of the recognition.

I've been with McCann for about a year now.  I just started having work dreams. There's this new girl, Pollyanna we'll call her, in Financial Aid.  I had a dream that I was sitting at Christa's old desk and she buzzed me from the front a

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Okay, so I have this Cocktail Mixer with the Wilkes-Barre Chamber of Commerce this evening at the new Oyster Bar at Genetti's with Sara from Career Services for work. So, what do I wear?  I really have no idea.  Help.

Conversation with a 28 month old: 'Mommy, Johnny Tur-va don't want a-brush-a teeth.' 'That's great.  But your last name is Tier-va.' What a shit ass last name.  Five letters.  Two syllables.  Forever mispronounced.

On the flip side . . . 1.   Today is Christa's last day. 2.   Web-Gens. 3.   There is oatmeal smeared all over my coffee table and mashed into my rug. 4.   Hubby stealing my check card on Monday, keepi

Because I love lists . . . 1.   My job, even though it's going to hell in a handbasket and there's nothing I can do about it until I get the power to fire everyone and rehire them with competent and morally uncorrupt individuals. 2.&nbs

Will this work?

I'm just wondering, how would you feel if you were in my shoes? Tired.  I don't even have room for anger, hurt, sadness, or lonliness anymore.  At this point, it's all exhaustion.  Pure and simple.