Rent is cheap at the Palace of do not disturb

MacGyver and I stayed home this weekend because I had to work.  I am really behind on a few projects and had to wait on some things to be installed on the server and due to that delay well, other things got delayed and so on and so on.

snowball dog

Is this what they mean by the snowball effect?

I was actually finally able to get some work done this weekend although I’m still behind.  I also managed to get some running in.  On Saturday I actually got in a long run and I plowed through eleven miles.  ELEVEN!

eleven miles

Does anyone else slow down and really enjoy those miles more when they’re stressed out?  I drag those bitches out as long as I can!

But what makes the day even more spectacular is that I somehow managed to run eleven miles, work 7 hours on the computer, work in the yard for 4 hours, work two more hours on the computer and then, I’m not sure how I did it but I ended up with over 34,000 steps on my fitbit!

MacGyver and I celebrated my not dying by watching what I thought would be a cute little animated sausage movie, Sausage Party.  Did I mention that I’m an idiot.

(Yeah, maybe don’t let me babysit your children because I don’t always make good choices.)

sausage party

This isn’t just food porn, it’s the food porn academy award winner.  Unfortunately, I have the sense of humor of a 12 year old boy so, I loved it.

On Sunday I ran another five miles and then I alternated working on my computer and yard work throughout the day.   You may wonder why that is considering I’m so far behind with my actual work.  You’re probably thinking, why didn’t she just work on the computer and get caught up?

Let me fill you in.

Did I mention that MacGyver is still working from home.   He’s been doing that for over a week now.  At first I didn’t mind.  I just went about my day, working as usual in the living room in my lazy boy but then he kept asking me if I could help with this and that.

So I moved to my desk into my bedroom.  And then, he started coming into the bedroom and asking if I could help with his quotes or could I just get him that or could I run to the bank and make deposits for him.


So finally, I did the only thing I could do.  I moved to the sacred area.  I moved to the only place in the house that is free from interruption.  The palace of do not disturb.

I started working in the bathroom.  And it worked too, for about an hour, because once he realized I wasn’t dying and I was either online shopping or working in there, he barged right in.

oh no you didn't

I might have to add shopping for office space to my to-do list if somebody doesn’t go back to his normal schedule soon!  I swear, if I didn’t have a weak pelvic floor, I’d be out for a second run already.

Did you get in a long run this weekend?

All of you work from home peeps, how do you keep the distractions at a minimum or where do you bury the bodies?

Throwback Thursday, the ballerina

When I was a little girl there was really only ever one thing in my parents house that I wanted for my very own.  Just one thing.

My Mother always promised it to me and I always dreamed that one day it would be mine.

I guess you would call it an heirloom as it’s not really an antique. It’s probably vintage though.  I was so happy when my Mother gifted it to me because it was really the only thing I really wanted from the house that we grew up in.

I wasn’t concerned with china and antiques and things like that. I know it looks like just a ballerina in a glass but you need to see the full version.

Yes friends, it’s a ballerina, in a shot glass, IN a bottle of apricot liqueur! Sweet Lord, is she not majestic? Oddly, it’s the one thing the kid always ask me for as well.  The drunk ballerina.  The drallarina!

I’m just one big weirdo who likes ballerina’s, liquor bottles and running.


Shine on chickens!  Shine on!

WTF Wednesday, Dear google boss

Chloe Bridgewater is 7 years old but that didn’t stop her from going after her dream job.  No sir.  She wrote her own resume, only her second letter ever, and she mailed it off, to Google!

Chloe's Google Letter

As cute as the letter was the most endearing thing is that Sundar Pichai actually responded.  For those of you who don’t know, that’s Google’s CEO, the head cheese himself.

Sundar's Letter

I don’t know about you but I think Chloe is pretty ambitious.

When I was a kid, I remember wanting a job.   Unfortunately I had a little dilemma.  I was around 7 or 8 and I was under the impression that when a grocery store said open 24 hours it meant the people who worked there slept on the check out counters and so that’s where I wanted to work because I loved sleep overs more than anything.

We had one of those 24 hour stores, but we always went grocery shopping on Fridays.  I remember wanting to get a job in there so I could sleep on those counters but I’d never be able to because sometimes on Fridays I spent the night at my Grandma’s house.

Also, I didn’t have Chloe’s penmanship.  I’m pretty sure I would have written my resume with my box of crayola’s, and I would have colored outside the lines for sure.  It’s probably for the best anyway, I realized later in life that 24 hours meant they actually worked 24 hours and my dream was shattered.

WTF It’s Wednesday and I’m probably lucky I have a job today.

Did you ever apply for a job when you were a kid?