New Addiction

Ok, so as I said below the husband is off traveling around Europe...while I sit at home going to work. So this weekend I hung out with my sil (sister-in-law). We ran some errands and just hung out. The sil has a boyfriend that owns a Wii and for his birthday he got Guitar Hero. At the time I thought well that is nice, and I am sure he will have fun with it, but probably not a game I would choose for myself.
Well the sil and I decided to just hang out around her house since it was pouring down rain and she asked if I wanted to Wii. I said sure, thinking it would be a fun way to pass the time. She put in Guitar Hero and let me just say first off it is really hard! There are color coded buttons that have to be pushed in time with the symbols on the screen...and they have them in a strange order, green then red then yellow. I had a really hard time wrapping my head around that since my head thinks red, yellow, green is the right order. But I persevered and after more time than I think it should have taken to learn, the sil says..."I think you are ready for your own band!" That was a very exciting moment for me! So now I have become addicted to making it through song after song to make my band famous! Just what I needed a new addiction...now I just have to figure out how to convince the sil's boyfriend to leave the Wii here so I can keep practicing!
But I think the best part is that I am at least for right now better at a rocker guitar game than the husband!!!

Being a girl

Ok, so I have never really thought of myself as a girly girl. I was not one of those girls that cried at movies. But apparently I have become one of those girls. This weekend has been very emotional and difficult for me.
As many of you know my grandfather passed away in January. He was an incredible man, and I can only hope that I have just a few of his many great characteristics. He was the ultimate granddad, he would do whatever he could to make me happy. From making he dentures move around his mouth like they were toys, despite getting in trouble with my grandmother, or letting me drive the four wheeler or getting me my first color television with a remote (even though my parents had said no). He was just a wonderful man, and the world is a little less good without him in it. Anyway, I mentioned that is was a hard weekend, not just because it was Father's Day but also because Friday was his 93 birthday. I am still struggling with what it means to not have the only grandfather I have only know, and this weekend was really hard.
On top of that I had to kiss my husband good bye while he goes off to a wonderful 10 day vacation with some of his best friends to Germany. And here is where it will be very girly...I really miss him. I know it is just 10 days and he just let last night, but it will be the longest we have been apart since we met two and half years ago. I am really glad that he went, he will have a wonderful time and everyone should get a trip to Europe. But I miss him and can't wait to see him again. I really don't like empty beds!

So sore...

This has been one of the longest weeks of work I have had as an adult...A little over a week ago one of my co-workers fell and broke her foot. Not good, but at least she doesn't need surgery. So the question becomes how does one person falling lead to a long week for me. Well here is how the story starts. There was a huge project at work that she was working on, and with her out for an undetermined amount of time there was a huge opening that needed to be filled. So my director talked to me and asked if I would be willing to step in and help. I said no problem. So the week started off slow, just gathering some information and writing up a document for the head of my company. I got all of that done and sent it out for a quick review before it was sent to the head of the company. No big deal huh, wrong we had to have public affairs review it as well as legal. Needless to say very few people met the established deadline and I was at work late that night. The next day same story, continued working on it, and had to stay late. Last night we finally thought we were getting somewhere and after a short 13 hours of work, I finally headed home. My head hurt, my back ached and my shoulders were stiff. But I felt like I had done a good job and had met the expectations of my director.
So I thought I would reward myself with a massage. Yea, sounds like a good idea right...wrong. I did the deep tissue, which is my usual and I think that it was one of the most painful experiences of my life. I don't think that I have had so many knots in my life!
At the end of the day, it was probably better to start working them out now...but needless to say my reward was not very relaxing! Maybe this will help me get that long anticipated ergonomic chair at work.