Will Work for Shoes

Frustrated, up-set, perturbed, nervous, afraid, and mad as hell.........have all been felt over my work situation. Well, this morning I have a meeting with the boss. They are putting me on a "plan" which is the next step before you are gone. Our corporate office has no intension of selling us at this point, becuase that would bring to light few things out of their closet. (Don't ask how I know that.) So, their plan is to pick off the employees one at a time. I know this becuase it explains how 30 people in our European office left two at a time each month last year. Plus, this happen to the other coworker I told you about. I just so happen to be next in line and apparently in our office they are going all the way to the top. As a whole all of our numbers are down. Moral is not low, but subterrainian and this is their plan to motivate us or get rid of us.

Yes, my first reaction was to cry and pray. But, I am looking at this as God's way of pushing me out the door. Change makes me nervous and I won't look for it on my own. So, this is my kick in the butt to move on. Where I don't know, but I won't be crippled by fear. Instead I will let this empower me to do what I probably should have a while ago. (Don't ask why but the song these boots were made of walking is now in my head. LOL). The resume has been dusted off and updated, yes I will work to bring my numbers up, but I'll work even harder to leave. Not the best timing since Ken is a general contractor, but God has been taking care of us on that front and I know he always has my best interest in mind. "Where there is hope there can be faith, where there is faith miracles can occur.'

So, here's my sign:

Will work for shoes Four years of sales experience in a leading technology firm and six years hands on experience in customer service in a fast paced / time critical environment. Seeking a position in sales, marketing, Public relations, Event planning perferred (Hey a girls gotta hope on that last one.)

The Potato Brush Diabolical of 2008

While this posting is slightly dated, Ken refreshed my memory by asking if he could “boil” the potato brush. What?

A brief history: (Scene: Sometime in June 2008, Barbie is preparing baked potatoes for a cook-out.)

Barbie: “Ken, where is the potato brush?”

Ken: “What potato brush?”

Barbie: The brush that was in the bin under the kitchen sink. The OXO one. That’s a potato brush. You know, you scrub potatoes with it……”

Ken: “Ah, was it that black brush thing…….”

Barbie: “Yes, that one. Where is it? I need it to clean the potatoes.”

Ken: “Ummmm, I used it on the carpet…..”

“You did WHAT?! YOU USED THE POTATO BRUSH ON THE CARPET? For WHAT?!”

Ken: “Well, Giz got poo stains on the carpet so I found the brush and used it.”

Barbie: “UGH!!!! That went with my salad spinner! And was for POTATOES!”


Since then the potato brush has been used for carpet cleaning and needless to say…..you cannot get another OXO potato brush unless you purchase another salad spinner. I am over that whole potato brush diabolical. Lately, we have been making potato soup and I make Ken wash the potatoes. After our second batch of potato soup thins season, Ken decided potato brusher might be handy. Yesterday, the uppy pup puked on the floor. I cleaned it, but there was still a slight stain so I retreated and left for later. This morning the hubs (decided I had no clue how to clean carpets and tried to give me Carpet Cleaning 101) helpfully cleaned the spot again with the former potato brush. He then looks at me and says, “I think I’ll boil the potato brush so we can use it on potatoes again.” (What? Yuck! Gag, gag, gag.)

The whole thing is hilarious to me in a Men are from Mars, Women from Venus kind of way. While Ken is very intelligent, I really don’t understand why he does the things he does some days. We will be purchasing a new potato brush soon. I had not bought a new one purely on principle.

Hubbys are an interesting group. What odd thing has your’s done?

OSB - Week 2

As I told you last Wednesday, I joined the Operation Skinny Bitches. I am hoping this will keep me accountable for what I eat and how often I exercise. I will not ever say anything like, "Oh my gosh I'm so fat..." Because, it is never a matter of being fat. I just so happen to have a love affair with chocolate, that's all.

Hello Dove Chocolate. Yes, I do hear you calling my name at all hours of the day.

Your promises of not going to my bum and thighs are lies, I tell you lies!

Much to my chagrin, I am quickly gaining my grandma's double chin.

I fear the seasons cake, cookies, and pies, will eventually lead to the demise (of my waist line that is.)

I have tried and tried to be thin, but my love for you has me back here again.

Don't ask about the little poem about chocolate. It's 0430 and I am tired out of my mind. The big dog decided she needed to potty at 0230 and I have been up ever since. Yes, I have had sweets on the brain since November. And the Cupcakes Take the Cake

blog is NOT helping with their continued postings for delectable desserts.

Oh sorry, and for my OSB weigh in for today, I cheated and checked this morning. 158! UGH! Perhaps I'll be lighter at a regular hour of the morning? Not so much. While 158 is not huge deal, my jeans are too tight. (The history of the Barbie weight, I was 115 at 5'10 all through high school without even trying and forget my playing soccer etc, because I could have sat on my bum ...... You know what , who cares blah blah blah blah. I need to kick these 30 pounds I have packed on since meeting Ken. THEY MUST GO!!!! Exercise is going to be my middle name!

I'm posting now, but not sure any of this really makes sense, so be ready for edits later in the day.

UPDATE: Ok so apparently waiting until 0900, worked becuase I reweighed in at 154.7. Woohoo. I'll take the 3 pound loss. All I have been doing is only drink one cup of joe in the morning with Splinda. Eating breakfast: either South Beach style (one egg and two strips turkey bacon) or eating a bowl of Fiber One cereal. Then I try to eat a piece of fruit mid morning and eat a light lunch.

Michelle Obama

Ever the Republican Barbie, I still cannot get enough of Michelle. yes, the first lady and I are tight like that....first name basis and all. I mean no disrespect to her, its just that she seems so personable. There is just something so Jackie O about her. I LOVE that she is a fellow fashionista. LOVED the dress today! (The designer used to be with Ann Klein. Love love love!) Gold was a perfect color for the day. She looked warm enough and glowing. Such grace, poise and she just embodies what a first lady should be. Hmmm, do I have a crush on Mrs. Obama? perhaps.

I loved that she took her $100K to redecorate the White House and purchased things from Pottery Barn. I could just see it. Michelle and I meet for Starbucks, pick up a pair of shoes or two and then of course run by the William Sonoma for a few items.

So what are your thoughts on our new first lady? Newlywed Stilettos is pretty impressed with the Obama girls.