This has been the week from hell!!

It actually started last Friday and hasn't really stopped.

It seems that everything I touch turns to shit.

It started with my computer at work. It was doing some really funky stuff then it stopped doing most of what I needed it to do. So we put in a call to the computer wizard to come fix it.

In the meantime, I was going to use a coworker's computer to do some work while she was at lunch. Well, that didn't work either. As soon as I clicked on the button to process my work, it locked up. This was on Tuesday.

I walked away from her computer without touching ANYTHING.

Hmm...Wednesday....my computer is down other than typing a word document....my coworkers software is down for the business and no computer wizard until 3pm yesterday afternoon.

He works his magic and voila...I am up and running again but now it's three days worth of work piled on my desk that I've been trying to get done in one day because I am off tomorrow.

So after I catch up with half of my work, I go into the copy room to make copies and all is good for the first 30 copies...then....I start getting all black copies.

At this point, I just laugh and shake my head. Turn the copier off and leave the room.

I'm almost afraid to touch anything electronic anymore for fear of it blowing up in my face.

Ahhh well...I should be used to this stuff happening to me. It's more frequent than not and I swear I don't know how it happens.

All I know is that I'm leaving here and taking a much needed mini-vacation in the Outerbanks starting tomorrow!!

Hope everyone has a great weekend!!!

Over the years, I have grown used to getting odd looks, snickers and even complete rudeness when someone asks me what my husband’s name is.

When I respond with “Doodle”, that’s when the looks, snickers or rudeness come out.

The very first time I saw my husband and I asked someone what his name was, that’s what they told me.”Doodle”. So this is what I called him.

It didn’t take me very long to find out what his real name was but by then I was used to his nickname and that is what EVERYONE calls him. It has been his ‘name’ since he was very little. It started out being “Doodlebug”, and then later on it was shortened to “Doodle” and has been that way ever since.

So as I’m thinking about “Doodle” and nicknames…my mind wanders off to other people that I know that have nicknames.

When my husband and I first started dating, he pinned me with the nickname of “Monk”. Don’t ask me why, I have no idea where it came from but it stuck. For 21 years, “Monk” has been his name for me. In public, in private, doesn’t matter. He still uses my real name also but “Monk” is the one that is most likely to pop out of his mouth.

My girls, Kasey and Kelli, also have nicknames; Goose and Archie. My husband stuck them with these names at a very early age. I have no idea where Goose came from but Archie was pinned on my youngest daughter because of Archie Bunker. She had a big, round head. Need I say more…lol. These nicknames for the girls are mainly used only around the house but they tend to take the place of their real names right often.

Then there is Skibo and Rooster, both of which I have no idea the reasoning behind the nicknames. I only know that I was introduced to both of them many years ago by their nicknames and that is what I know them by. I did eventually learn what Skibo’s real name was but not Rooster’s.

There is Leggs, whose legs are extremely bowlegged due to an accident during childhood (this has been his nickname for 40+ years so I’m guessing he’s ok with it). Then there is Spanky, who I’m guessing got that nickname from the Little Rascals because he kind of resembles Spanky but that’s only MY guess. I don’t really know how he came about the name.

There’s Mutt, Chunky, Fatboy, Slim, Carolina and countless others that work with my husband that have nicknames. There’s also a Big Dave, Skip and Squirrel that I have crossed paths with.

Then there are the nicknames that are just shortened versions of the real name or maybe just a last name or even possibly a word or two added onto the real name.

For example, my son, Kent, whose real name is Kenneth but will never be anything but Kent to family and me. There’s Bonnie, shortened for Bonita, Angie for Angela, Angel for Angelina, Jeff for Jeffrey and a few other general shortened versions of names.

There’s “Mr. Hall”. He is not called this because super respect (not that we don’t respect him, it’s just that we don’t normally go around calling all of our friends Mr. So and So). He has been newly named this by the neighborhood because of a boy his daughter used to date that was overly kissing ass with the “Mr. Hall” stuff, so we took off from there and this has been his name ever since.

There is “Uncle David”, who isn’t anyone’s real uncle in the neighborhood but this name has stuck to him because his niece was around one time and apparently said ‘Uncle David’, so this has become his new name to everyone.

We have a “Kiteman”, which is a version of his last name. There is “Stoneman”, which is his last name and took me years to find out his first name. I thought “Stoneman” WAS his name.

There are others that won’t come to mind at the moment and some I’d prefer to forget but it seems that most people I know have some form of nickname.

This can’t be normal!!! ............. Can it???

While I was searching for pictures to put into a slideshow for my daughter’s graduation, I came across a picture album that my daddy gave to me a couple of years before he died.

This particular photo album contained pictures of me when I was very young. I range in age from about 6 months old to maybe 5 or 6 years old, if that. The album itself is that really ugly ass 70’s style and it really has seen it’s better days but I hang onto it, with all its pictures still in place, because it once belonged to my daddy.

I know these pictures would be much better off if they were put into a newer album that would preserve them better but I just don’t have the heart at the moment to take apart what my daddy put together. One day I know I will have no choice but today is not the day.

Anyway…this isn’t about the ALBUM.

It’s about all of those funky ass pictures IN that album.

As I’m flipping through the pages, I notice that I progress from half-ass cute baby with short bouncy ringlets, wearing dresses, to…………"OMG…what the fuck was she thinking?" And I say "she" because my mama is the one that cut those cute little ringlets out of my hair when I was around 3 and took me OUT of the dresses and put me into suits…....yes...suits....pants suits no less.....UGGHHHH!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is there any wonder I feel my leg twitching at Easter??

So I take my daughter to the dermatologist first thing this morning. We're sitting in the room waiting for the doctor when the nurse pops her head in and tells us that the doctor is running a few minutes late...It seems he took a different route on his way into work this morning and got lost. WTF??? How do you get lost going to work?..........That makes me feel soooo much better about his doctoring skills ...............I told my daughter he should take the $40 he's gonna get from my copay and buy a map