This one goes out to Markie Mark and the Funky Bunch

so i figure i had this coming, but i cant help but point out the fact that once you think things are ohhh sooo rough in your own life something happens to jolt you (or me as this example applies to) back to the fact that your life is really good. my reality check was this morning when i got to touch bases with one of my favorite old friends from my former company...my favorite parrot head, Mark. when you ask how things are going you expect certain answers, we are programmed too. Fine, great, so so, etc...thats what you expect when you say "how are things?". you dont expect to hear that your buddies dad died from a painful terminal illness that took his life far too early, or to hear that directly following that a line of other tradgedy-ish bullshit follwed far too close in it's wake...then you realize life happens to everyone. even kick ass guys that seem to have it all together. its funny, it took me right back to the summer my dad died and for a second that pain was so fresh and close to me again, but it also reminded me how far i have come in the last years and thanks to markie mark and the funky bunch it gave me a second to really look at the shit i flap my jaws about and realize my life is good, fuck its great! the little shit is exactly that...LITTLE. unless family is dropping dead, houses are burning down with children inside, or you are in the intensive care unit fighting for your life, or someone you loves, the other shit is do-able. man bills come and go, but its sure easy to get wrapped up in them and the bullshit that goes along with the day to day! the work shit, the home shit, the other shit...but its all do-able. thank you mark for reminding me of that...hats off my friend, i hope you and yours can move thru this stuff with as little damage to your heart and your psyche as possible, now stop reading my damn blog before you find any real embarrassing info on me.

We're Having A Pig Baby?

yes, and its the cutest freakin pig baby you will ever see! look at that little piggy face! ok, so i really am going to hell for that, but come on! look at that cute little snout and big belly? adorable yes, piggy-ish...a little! before the 'neutral' child (thats what the stores call the kids whose parents are dumb enough to not find out the sex and be surprised) got this picture taken yesterday the veiwing screen had this adorable clear picture of the baby. all giggles and wiggles and such...then i swear as soon as that damn radiologist went to hit clickand take the picture the baby moves ensuring we have no good face shots! then the little stink covers its face with its arms! already seeing a resemblence to the way our older son acts! stubborn and strong willed! only unlike big brother apparently doesnt like to perform for an audience...damn camera shy kid. the hubby still thinks the belly looks a really big, and i am thinkin it runs in the fam...(the funnest part about that last jab is that no one will know if i am razzin the hubby or my fam! i am drunk with power)

Hubby has Returned

after what seemed like an eternity, or at least a month longer than it really took, the hubby has returned from his extended vacation and has once again become the offical fire starter at our home again. which is the highest position of esteem in our home...the provider of heat, the giver of life warming heat!! because unbenownst to me i am not that good at being fire starter. i make pidly ass fires that seem to do the job, however, after hubby's first fire last night i realized he was the master. the damn house heated up like a eucaliptus sauna and no one saw their breath all night. Go husband Go! or dont! dont ever leave again, never! the son is better when you are home, and we have heat. dont ever leave again.

One More Thought on Work (uh oh!)

i have never really had something work related bring out the side of me that feels like that bird...until now. i have tried to take the high road, not effective, i have tried to take the side road (ignoring it) not effective, i have tried the old "if you dont have anything nice to say..." REALLY NOT EFFECTIVE..I CANT KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT TO SAVE MY LIFE...

AND NOW IT COMES TO THIS... i remember once in my distant past i had come across a saying that is called the serenity prayer...i am sure you have all heard of it.

however, i feel it becomes more fitting to my office daily. except now it goes a little something like this...

Office God, (feel free to insert anyone you see fit)
grant me the serenity to except the co-workers/boss i cannot change...
the courage to speak freely about the things i can...
and the wisdom to always have an updated and quality resume in my brief case so that when these fucking lunatics finally push me over the edge i can hope i have other options available to me...

enough said...i am going to take hubby's advice and concentrate on the fact that i will be taking a couple months off here relatively soon, and until then i will pretend that if i open my mouth to speak my mind i will end up mentally barfing all over some poor unsuspecting soul and loosing my mind and my job (insurance, insurance, insurance)

have a greeat friday folks.

I AM TURNING INTO A TANK OF A WOMAN

Well i thought i would throw in a pic of the ever expanding belly so my loving sister could catch up on the demise of my waistline also! there it is folks, proof i will never recover from baby number 2...the gut is here to stay.

This is For you Amelia BreeAnne

So its been pointed out by my younger sister that she has received no input from me in over a week and all i have to say is that she obviously didnt read my prior post saying i was turning over a new leaf...no more pessemistic takes on my shambles of a life! : ) NO MORE!

then it accured to me as i read her smartmoutheed comment that if i were to refuse to comment if it werent positive i would'nt have a fucking thing to say! the best way i look at my life is sarcastic and cynical as sad as that sounds! a very wise lezbian once told me if you cant laugh at yourself you'll cry your eyes out...well actually it was something she said on her cd. but if its just me and my cd player i figure technically she's talkin to me right? i digress.

the pity is i really do enjoy my life, i also know my life is laughable to many due to my constant poooooor decision making skills and nuerotic take on things! :) its hereditary back off. dont judge me! so I AM BACK! HERE GOES:

OK, i am starting off with my current state of unrest with our wonderful country. not because i am politically unsatisfied(actually i am but it is neither here nor there at this point) its because on tuesday i opened the news to read the following as the headlines... "Dick Chaney shoots Hunting Partner and tries to cover up" well no shit, if you were like 100 years old, far too old to be doing anything especially holding a fucking rifle and pointing it at things, wouldnt you be a little embarassed to accidentally shoot someone in the face! IN THE FACE!!! how does that happen? but thats not the kicker...here is...next to it on the front news page..."Is Britney a bad parent?" are you fucking kidding me? thats what we want the world to know about us? thats our level of importance? Chaney and Brit sharing the front page huh? is Canada still accepting defectors or have they wised up and closed there borders to Americans all together yet? Stick a fork in America becasue if this is seriously where our proirities lie then we are done folks, DONE.

and i think bringing baby number two into this world is solid good idea? hubby (who returns in 5 days from extended vacation) and i should've one more research on this baby number 2 thing! i am crazy! i barely like the one we already have! ( i mean i love him dearly, but come on folks, he has it out for me and my sanity i know it) and we think we are going to wrestle 2 kids now? LUNACY! plain old fashioned lunacy. they are going to find me huddled in a corner somewhere with both kids velcro strapped to my sides mumbling and foaming at the mouth and softly rocking back and forth. help me someone...please....

Hubby is Tops With me!

there are a lot of reasons i love my hubby! but the main one is obvious by the drawing he sent me for Valentine's Day. being that he is on a small vacation away from us and cant be here to celebrate the considerate bastard sent me the sweetest damn fax i have ever gotten. i love that crazy love note faxin man of mine. yup ladies, watch out, he's all mine!

The old Chels is Gone!

well it turns out i am instituting a 'silence of the chels' contract with myself when it comes to the workplace...i am no longer going to vent about the lack of communication, favoritism, or obvious road blocks to productivity. i will not mention again that i used to love this place, and now it deems the same excitement a dental visit gets. i will no longer talk of my feelings that this used to be an institution that spoke of creative and cutting edge ideas to further our cause and now we are a cookie cutter of the rest of the damn people in our feild...(ok, that was a little below the belt chels) nope, not anymore. i have spoken my peace my friends. i am going to only concentrate on moving forward and attempting to continue the mission alone, not a peep outta this girl about unrest, inequality, or anything mildly resembling political unrest among our troops here at the office...ok seriously now i am done! no really, i am turning over a new leaf...good attitude, good attitude, good attitude! wish me luck!

The Nail in My Professional Coffin

This is going to be that moment i look back on and say...why did i write that damn entry in that stupid blog...yet i continue to type...shows my ability to listen to my gut instincts are slim to none! absolutely NONE! i must voice my discontent though, or i fear i will spiral into an angry hormone induced hate mode and never return to my normal carefree (ya right) self...so here goes...Chelsea's outlook on her sad professional life...

so you go to college and you finally get that job...you know what i mean...you get THAT JOB! the job thats going to really do things for you prefessionally...really send you places...then it happens...

here i sit...fuming because i fear my intelligence is being far from utilized...and that sends me into a spiral of questions regarding my compitence and intelligence in general! self doubt and me are old friends, we actually dated for a short time in college...but that s long since over, except that today it looks like we are getting back together...dont mention this to the hubby!becasue today is the final straw and i am not sure what to do.

it began to become apparent that my boss doesnt value me as an employee when he had me pick up his child from school last week. some might say, well that just shows he trusts you! well fuck off....he wouldnt have dreamed to ask anyone else in the office, because he wouldnt assume they were doing things they couldnt interupt, but hell send Chels, she's not doing anything that important...well fuck that too. i was for a change, and ended up taking a 5 year old to meeting with 2 city departments. which makes me look ohhh sooo professional let me tell ya!

and if only that were the last thing...then it rolled into me making a calendar that outlined my other bosses overlapping basketball game schedule...no you didnt read that incorrectly! i had to take his 3 team schedules and put them on one calendar...did i mention i am a designer, not a receptionist? maybe that is something i should mention to my employer as well....

however, here comes the sensitive part...being 6 months preggo i am in no position to be frivolous with my mouthy comments alerting people to the menial bullshit i feel like i get stuck doing...I AM A DESIGNER. A DESIGNER...but i am a designer who needs her job, and her insurance, and her maternity leave...no bartering position here cats, none at all...fuck.

its been pointed out to me that in my real life, away from this life-sucking office i am not a doormat and that 'just aint my style man'! and you know what i thought, fuck yah! i have never been a doormat, i am the fucking opposite of a damn doormat in every other aspect of my life...the opposite of a doormat...would that make me one of those damn signs over your door or like a welcome wreathe? well whatever the hell it makes me i am not a doormat! and i need to remember that....fuck.

happy friday folks, excuse this mental barfing...i digress.