Flipping Out

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Corpus

Well, somehow we got invited to dinner with Nicole's best friend Courtney and her parents last night, so we went.

We really like and trust Courtney's parents.

We weren't there five minutes before the girls hit us up. They wanted to drive to Corpus Christi during spring break (and Nicole's 17th birthday is that week). Alone. Unchaperoned. They're 16. No plans for how they would rent a room being underage, how they would pay for it, what would happen if injured, what would happen if in a car accident, etc.... Later it came out that there were lots of their 18 - 19yr old friends going. Oh, and Corpus is 4 hours away.

You can guess our answer: NO!

We did, however, give them the option to accompany us to a rented beach house. They can invite their friends to come to the beach, even run around unchaperoned during the daylight hours, but they'd sleep in the beach house with us. Well, that was a big no! They did NOT want to do this.

Eventually, the girls left dinner before we did, leaving parents to talk. We really enjoyed our time.

When Nicole came home, the first thing she said to me was, "Sooooooooooooo, about the beach house...."

I'm guessing I will be renting a beach house.

Territorial...Who, Me?

I am finding I am extremely territorial. I didn't realize how much until recently. As you know, I have my new coworker, Kaye, who also happens to be an extremely good friend of mine... maybe even my best friend.

She was hired to help me because the work load is growing and growing.

People, I can't release control! I don't want to give her my work. I have fantastic relationships with my customers - we've built an amazing rapport and the thought of releasing it into the care of another - even my best friend, well, it's killing me!

The bad part is - I want MORE!

I cannot let go.

Do you find yourself wanting to "be in charge?" or are you one of those "go with the flow" types? I think you can be both. I need to find a balance.

Now, I better grab that line before somebody else does!

My Five

Thanks to my dear friend, Gary, I have something to post! It's all about the FIVES... Read my answers below, and feel free to scroll down, copy, and post your answers in comments.

Here we go, and thanks again, Gary!

1) What was your favorite snack when you were 5? Peanut butter & crackers What is it now? For an out-and-out snack, it would have to be popcorn.

2) What was your favorite cartoon when you were 5? Oh, I liked so many, but I remember watching Caspar The Ghost a lot, along with Heckle & Jeckle, Felix the Cat....and who could forget Tom Terrific? What do you like to watch now? I hate to admit it, but SOME reality shows have me, however, I am currently not under the influence of one. And, as I admitted previously, I record Y&R (you know what I am talking about if it's got you, too!) and watch it in the evenings.

3) What did you like to do after school when you were five? Play outside with friends - tag, hide-n-seek, kickball, bike riding, Red Rover, Mother May I? How about in your free time now? Reading, playing trivia, and an occasional nap is great.

4) What scared you most when you were 5? Spooky things... witches, goblins, monsters under the bed... What scares you most now? My family members being hurt in some way or losing them.

5) What do you remember most clearly from when you were 5? How nothing was impossible - we saw Mary Poppins and, afterwards, got our umbrellas, climbed a ladder and jumped off. We just new we could fly! How about in the last year? Reviewing 2008, it was all about the kid...her struggles in school, making some bad choices, and the changes she went through and is currently making.

Feel free to take these, post in comments, or use on your own blog - have fun!

1) What was your favorite snack when you were 5? What is it now?

2) What was your favorite cartoon when you were 5? What do you like to watch now?

3) What did you like to do after school when you were five? How about in your free time now?

4) What scared you most when you were 5? What scares you most now?

5) What do you remember most clearly from when you were 5? How about in the last year?

The Aftermath

Is non-existent! Oh, it's peaceful....busy, busy, but very peaceful and pleasant.

More later...it's just one of "those days!"

I need a good meme to fill out and post today, but I don't have one. I don't want to look for one.

Tell me something good!

So Long, Colonel

Yes, it happened.

I couldn't write Friday because the Big Cheese was around most of the day and I have to look officially busy. And, well, you know me by now... I don't really post on the weekends. There's a teenager in my house and weekends are always whirlwinds.

Anyway, here's how it went down. Oh sheesh - I can't remember what I already told you - be right back - need to read my own last post...oh, okay... you didn't get ALL of the juicy details.

Friday morning the Big Cheese wants me to come in at 7:00am, so that he can 1.) get in and 2.) beat the Colonel to work. So, we get there at 7am. The Big Cheese gets all his attorney-advised paperwork in order. We wait. We chit chat. We call the building and have the Colonel's access card deactivated, request a change of locks, and cancel his corporate credit card.

As you have surmised, I am certain by now the Colonel isn't getting another chance.

Eight o'clock rolls around - no Colonel. Not too surprising as he usually drags in around 8:15 - 8:30am.... it gets to be about that time when an email arrives telling me he's not coming in - he's taking a "personal day" and will be in on Monday.

Big Cheese says, "He doesn't get any more personal days on my dime." He then goes in the hall and calls the Colonel on his cell and lets him know he's here in town and needs to see him in person immediately.

I imagine the Colonel knows what's coming by this point. He tells the Big Cheese he's "at the doctor" but will be in by 9:30am. I don't know what kind of doctor he's going to where he can get a call at 8:30am and be back across town within an hour. I'm smelling a rat, but what the heck...we know the end of this story before we get there.

So, here he comes... 9:30ish. He walked in the door with his key and credit card in his hand. He was shaking something awful. The Colonel and the Big Cheese went into the Colonel's office, closed the door, signed some papers and the next thing we know, boxes are being packed.

He took his desk chair. Guess he brought it from home. He left... get this: THE DIRTY, FILTHY COFFEE POT! Ugh!

Kaye moved into his office and we've decided we're going to have Casual Day everyday.

Whew, we're Colonel-free and work life is new and fresh.

Oh, and the coffee pot was in the trash can before the day was over.

A Matter of Hours

The Big Cheese arrives at midnight (1 hour from now).

He's having me meet him at the office at 7am.

He told me to bring a few boxes.

It might be a while before you hear from me tomorrow, but as soon as the Big Cheese heads to the airport, you will be the first to know the WHOLE story!

Whew - this is something else....