Today is the Day

Never in my life has an election captivated so many people. I've never seen so many Americans truly involved in the process, and understanding that our country's future is on the line. Our children. Our grandchildren. They're looking to us to stand behind our convictions, stand up for change, and make it happen. My candidate says that we rise or fall as one, and I agree. He says that we can begin to repair this world, and I believe him. This is our time, he says.

"In the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope."

So today, I will let all that hope run unchecked.

Obama to win, all or nothing.

Need a Good Cry?

Ever have those days when you feel as if you're on the verge of tears, just waiting for the thing that's going to come along and start them flowing? I've felt that way for a few days now. Strange, unwelcome feeling. Why does that happen, anyway? Did I not use up my sob quota this year?
I think I'll start doing an annual Christmas letter. Why? Well, why not? I can send it out with my Christmas cards (which are usually defaced by me before sending anyway) and since it pains me to be serious for more than a few brief moments, it'll probably read like a Dave Chappelle skit.
Yesterday I went in for early voting, which pushed everything else in my evening back by almost 2 hours. Fucking electoral college makes me feel like my time was wasted. Next year I'll start a movement (or rather, join one in progress) to get rid of that and determine elections solely on popular vote. Damn, wish I'd have thought of that LAST year!
Our new office has a McDonald's in the building. So far, I've resisted it's greasy goodness. But every morning half the company walks past my office toting bags so greasy you can see through them, and it's making me nuts. How long can I hold out?!

Complaint Dept, Line 2

We moved our corporate office out of the glam spot we'd occupied forever and are now in some decidedly UNglam digs. The elevator is painfully slow, and there's no Captivate screen in it. The heat is loud and inefficient, like you'd find in a cheap hotel. The bathroom has a nice seating area though. My view, I won't even get into that. But the bottom line is that I still have a job that I enjoy, and that's all that matters. And hey, there is a Taco Fresco next door.

Prince is 50!? Are you serious?? How could that be?? He had major bearing on my formative years, but I may have rethought that had I known he was as old as my PARENTS!

Kids, ah, back to the kids. The blog IS called Life As A Momma, not Life As An Office Worker. My two little darlings fight constantly, chatter like monkeys when I'm trying to focus on anything, and they leave dirty socks on the dining room table. So, that means it's business as usual, and I'm loving every minute I have with them. One day in the future, they'll want to move out and start their own lives, so I'm holding on as tight as I can while there's still time for cuddles and kisses.

Nothing Works!!

So while the company is making final preparations for the corporate office move, I'm working from home today because the kids have the day off school. Last week our laptop crapped out and had to be reformatted. Now, normally I'm able to log onto the company's website to work off of their server. However, I can't get ActiveX to install correctly, so I can't access their site. Then I find that my husband didn't install MS Office and I can't find the disk for it, so I can't download and format our daily bank files. I call my voicemail, the system tells me my log on information is wrong. WTH?! It's obviously going to be one of those mornings!

Saying Goodbye

My company's corporate office is moving, and today is my last day in the office I've been coming to for seven years. My beautiful lake view, my perch up on the 53rd floor. I can walk to the lake at lunch from here. Directly across from Millennium Park, and a short walk from State Street. We've moving inland, so no more lake views. We've moving to a 10th floor, so no more bird's eye views. Still State Street accessible, just a bit farther. The building describes one of it's amenities as "Restaurant on site" but it's only McDonald's. In the building we're leaving, we have Tavern at the Park, Quizno's, Panda Express, Rom, and Cafe Creations, not to mention the pedway that connects us to countless other buildings and their restaurants. Ah well. On the plus side, while I lose my view here, I get my own office there.

Oh, and Karma is still kicking me while I'm down. We had a prank caller last night, and I was sadly reminded of the untold hours that my friend and I spent tormenting strangers for absolutely no reason. *sigh* I'm probably going to be sorry for more than that as time goes on, aren't I? How about the time we threw paint out the window of the 4th floor of our school, just because it spattered so nicely? Did I mention it spattered into the parking lot? Oh yes, it looked like those cars were attacked by Jackson Pollock. So I'm sure there's more What-Goes-Around-Comes-Around fun coming my way.

Hidden Pain AKA Assault With A Deadly Canine

Yes, the deepest hurts are the ones you can't see. And what you can't see right now is the abrasion and lump on my forehead, because it's cleverly covered by my bangs.

But believe me, it's there. Now, I'll explain:
The dogs have separate food and water dishes, since Ilio is so big he has a raised set. So this morning I was leaned over pouring water into Eva's dish, when Ilio came up behind me and leaned his big body against my legs. This caused me to lose my balance and fall. On the way down, my head slammed into the counter. Yeah, it hurt. In fact, it hurt so much I started to cry. Then a wave of nausea hit me and I started to gag. Ilio was freaking out, whimpering and licking me. Eva continued eating her breakfast.
What a rotten way to start the day. It can only get better, right?

Wordless Wednesday

Note: What you may or may not see here is the faint rainbow that popped up, a very rare occurrence in downtown Chicago.