Friday, September 12, 2008

Tut-Tut, Looks Like Rain.

Today is a rainy day. Because of this I decided to reward myself with a Starbucks Peppermint Soy Mocha. I go for soy now, because it's creamy and makes me feel like a Starbucks professional and not an amateur. But of course I get the WHIP on it. You should see the looks of horror I get when I do that! What? She's asking for soy and she wants whip? Clearly she's not on a diet! Of course they can't ask me that out loud because if they did I would give them a good thrashing about my workout schedule and I've had a baby for goodness sakes... 2 years ago.. And I NEED the whip on my mocha dangit! Anyway, Everyone needs rewarded on rainy days, am I right? And now that I think about it, it's an hour later and it's still raining, so I'm thinking I need rewarded again.
Maybe I'll eat steak.
Now about that diet thing....
I'm currently doing the "weight loss challenge" as we call it, at my office. Yesterday was my first one week weigh-in after declaring myself worthy of the challenge.
I lost one pound.
pshhhhh. So. to reward myself for losing that one pound, I went to Dairy Queen with my husband and got a pecan turtle cluster blizzard and french fries. Okay. So actually I was so mad that after all my hard work and my extensive workout routine that I only lost one measly pathetic pound, that I went on strike. But then... someone at my office told me that there have been a few changes and we had to combine people from one of the elementary schools along with ours because we didn't have enough people signed up. And now the there is more $$ in the pot to win. Aha. New motivation. But then it rained this morning and I needed a Starbucks peppermint mocha with whip so I'm skipping breakfast.
And Maybe I'll run up and down the stairs to the basement 11 times.
Speaking of my office.
A few days ago I was sharing with a few of my coworkers my insights on the plight of deodorizers. Because you see, coffee is an instant laxative for me. So I always have to go to the bathroom immediately after the first two sips of my coffee. And I have noticed that after spraying the refreshing scent in the bathroom after completing my business (or "taking the browns to the superbowl", as my husband says) that rather than removing the unpleasant odor from the room, it just makes the room smell like tropical poop. (Do you like how I think the words "tropical poop" look so much more enticing in a nice shade of burgundy?" Like people in Hawaii have poop that smells this way or something. Really, my coworkers had no comments on the matter (ha! matter!) but they did agree.
I should have my own talk show.

Anyway,

Yesterday my sister told me she found $50.00 at her place of employment. Being the honest person she is, she turned the money in to her manager and her manager told her if the money does not get claimed, she would let my sister have it.
My sister could really use that money.
She went around to the other employees asking if anyone had claimed the money. But... the money had "come up missing". Someone she worked with had taken the money for themselves.
If you are like me, doesn't just injustice rise up in you, and you want to just wallop that person over the head and yell "give my sister her money you poop-head!" That's how I felt. But the rationalizing, reasoning person in me said that what I should say is somethin along the lines of "Oh, well, maybe God will reward you for being honest, and you will get 100 dollars and 73 cents by mail soon, and you wouldn't have, had you not turned in that $50.
But maybe not. Maybe honesty is her reward. Kind of like rather than rewarding your child for getting an A on a report card, the A is it's own reward. I don't know. Just a thought.
Thanks for all your comments and valuable advice on yesterdays post of raising a strong willed, independent child! Although I'd like for Dawson to sleep by me at night, he asks for, and usually walks to his own bed at night. Seriously, what kid does that? I actually even tried laying down by him in his bed last night and he said "No mommy, go way." (not away, just way) And then he pushed me out. But he did say "Night night, and Yuv You" as I walked out of the room. So I have rigged a contraption that will velcro him to my side, complete with duct tape. Don't worry, he will still have his hands free.
This picture says it all:

But then this one says he has potential.
Never mind that he's eating 3 month old popcorn in the picture.
To end this extremely long and rambling post...
I have broken out my old Crystal Lewis CD. The one I listened to on a daily basis my senior year of high school. And this morning, on my way to work I was listening to this song, belting it at the top of my lungs and bobbing my head around to the beat while innocent drivers passed me by wondering if I have tourettes. But now, this is the kind of day I'm having. So my heart continues to sing it. Perhaps yours will too.

Lord the light or your love is shining,
In the midst of the darkness shining, Jesus light of the world shine upon us,
Set us free by the truth you now bring us,
Shine on me. shine on me.
Shine Jesus shine, Fill this land with the fathers glory
Blaze, spirit blaze, Set our hearts on fire
Flow, river flow, Flood the nations with grace and mercy
Send forth your word, Lord and let there be light.
Lord I come to your awesome presence, From the shadows into your radiance,
By the blood I may enter your brightness,
Search me, try me, consume all my darkness, (I love that line)
Shine on me. shine on me.
As we gaze on your kindly brightness, So our faces display your likeness
Ever changing from glory to glory, Mirrored here may our lives tell your story
Shine on me. shine on me.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

man...my wife cracks me up!

love hubs

Dani said...

Joyous, you can make anything funny! I especially like the poop paragraph. And Joy, seriously -- I cannot believe you would drink nasty mocha anything over Pepsi in a can. Pop first thing in the morning is the best, and way better than disgusting coffee flavored liquids. Just my opinion.

My comments about sleeping with a baby was not meant for Dawson -- you would be CRAZY to try to sleep with a two year old who has never slept with someone else!! My advice was for your FUTURE children, which by the way... when o' when will that be? Hmmm?? Think about how many whips and DQ trips you could have then!

Joy ☺ said...

Although I did spell check this blog, Selena, spell check avoided that word. So I have corrected if for you. Though I meant no dishonor to you in my post about that condition.
Thanks for commenting!
:)
Joy

Sarah said...

JOY!!! I love reading your stuff! Alas- I have tried many times to e-mail you, or to respond to comments you have left me, and it always returns back to me... it says it was blocked by Barracuda Spam Firewall .... oooooooo. Did you just get a chill too? I can't believe you have the protection of a Barracuda! And the Barracuda is keeping little ol' innocent me from you! Oh well, I will work on gettingg an e-mail link on my site... Hopefully I will talk to you soon!

michelle said...

crystal lewis! ohhhh....that was my favorite too! there's a song on one of her old albums (i have the cassette!) that i would absolutely be reduced to tears when i listened to it. it was such a heartfelt song and i would sit in my car and SOB. bet that got the other drivers looking at me too!

♥Kelsey Kakes♥ said...

oh my goodness joy...your too funny!!! i was cracking up when i read the stuff about having starbucks and your tropical poop smells....hahaha. so today is a rainy day, and guess what i'm doing??? im going to starbucks. searously. and this is my reward. it was funny tho. because i didn't even read your blog yet and me and kirsten just planned to go there with karah. and i think that this peppermint soy mocha is sounding pretty good:) maybe i'll try it!! congrats. for loosing a whooping ONE pound!!!! ha. well, of least dawon said "yuv you"!

Daisy Path said...

you CRACK me up! i'm CRACKED up now. can you come glue me back together?