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Valentines Day was last weekend.
In observance of this so-called holiday, the person in charge of choosing the playlist at my place of work spent perhaps an hour scrolling through song suggestions available to them and chose the very worst of the worst love songs in music history to torture employees throughout the week.

Now, in addition to every awful song ever released by Air Supply and Debbie Gibson, we are also treated to such memorable ditties as Do That To Me One More Time by Captain & Tennille, The Greatest Love Of All by Whitney Houston, Lady In Red by Chris DeBurgh, Jimmy Harran whining Where Are You Now? and of course, no awful Love song Playlist could be complete without Lionel Ritchie singing "Hello". Argh! The list just goes on and on and on, and we get to hear these awful tunes three times each day.

It reminds me of the scene in High Fidelity where a father steps in to the record shop and asks if they have a copy of "I Just Called to Say I love You" and Jack Black goes ballistic on the man, tossing him out on to the street because that is NOT his idea of what real music is.

So maybe I'm a bit of a music snob. I spent many decades completely immersed in it, picking and choosing what ought to be repeated and what ought to be buried forever. It's a perverse form of torture to me being at the mercy of some cubicle creature upstairs subjecting me to what they think is good music.

I do agree that some songs are not appropriate for my work environment. The elderly patrons would certainly complain if we suddenly switched to playing the greatest hits KISS ever recorded. But how about The Eagles? What about the Beatles? How can they bypass Steely Dan or Supertramp or Styx and go straight to Andy Gibb? Come On! If they must play oldies, why not GOOD oldies?

So I'm thinking of starting a separate blog where I'll just post youtube videos of all of these very awful songs and maybe call the blog songsforpeoplewhowillneverhaveaboyfriendcuztheyaresolame.com or myhusbandbeggedmetoturnitoff.com or something like that. Because, I'm sayin, if I can't stand listening to all of this pap, could you imagine my husband in such an environment day in and day out with that music? Great Googey moogley, he'd bring his gun to work!

And you wonder why I am so warped! Huh!

I stole it from Jenny. Who wouldn't?

Well, who wouldn't steal this?
Besides, I love theBloggess. She cracks me up.

Me So Sexay

Oh yeah. It's Valentine's Day today.
I have a Mother of a Cold. Yesterday I took acetaminophen at 7, Dayquil at 8, Dayquil at 10, Dristan at 12, and reached the point to where if I took any more cold meds I'd probably have a stroke, and still my nose would not stop running! Ugh! So I came home from work and went straight to bed and slept for 14 hours. But, alas, new day, same nose.

The good thing is that I take Vitamin D3. So this will only last 3 days.
The bad thing is, it's Valentine's Day and I'm disgusting!
My Darling Hubby had roses sent to me at work yesterday. And the day before, he bought me a box of ShamWOWs! (Which by the way are quite fun!).
Poor Sweetie. He's so good to me, and I'm a disgusting mess.

A well. Hubby was also quick to point out that since I'm on a diet, he couldn't really take me out to dinner any way. Which brings up another point. I've been making progress on my weight loss, and there is only 2 weeks left to this competition. And now, I'm sick. My body is going to go into shut-down mode to protect me while I'm sick. And then I'll be uber-hungry when I'm better. Not fair! I want to win that money! $160 for doing something I would have been doing any way is pretty darned awesome!

But I think I owe this cold to two things. One, I bought a new coat last week. And although I love it, there is no hood on it. And I'm yet to dig out my fuzzy Russian Hat because it is in the closet next to Jim's desk, and it's a total challenge to get into that closet with so much computer stuff all around. The other thing I owe this cold to is that I had an exceptionally challenging week at work. My computer has been doing things for me that no one else ever has issues with. And the "Help Team" is just blowing smoke up my ass trying to say it's user error. Bullshit. And one of my co-workers is totally working on my last nerve lately. I don't even think she realizes just how annoying she has been. She just has this "Me me me me Attitude" lately and we just can't have that in the environment we work in. But on the up side, Robin and I totally made a patient's day on Thursday. The lady came in and I said Good Morning to her. She said "Well, I don't know what's so good about this morning" and then she said she could smell my coffee and it smelled really good after having to fast for her lab appointment. So I gave her a coupon for a free coffee in our cafe (I save these as I get them just for my patients) and she said "Oh, no, I couldn't possibly" and then Robin offered to run down and get it for her. She perked up even brighter at that. By the time she got done with her doctor appointment, her free, hot fresh coffee was waiting for her. She needed that extra love.

So how the hell can I be sick? When we help people, our brains release endorphens which build our immunity to getting sick. When we witness someone else helping people our brain releases endorphens as well. I work in a very caring environment. I rarely do get sick, even when surrounded by sick people all day. I guess I ought to just count my lucky stars. After all, it will only last 3 days. I'll get through it.

In the mean time, Happy Valentine's Day, everybody!

I'll leave you with a shirt I got for Hubby:
SHIRT


Oh, and Shayla, there's a shirt at Zazzle for you too!:
SHAYLA SHIRT

A Thrifting We Did Go!

One of my most favouritest things to do in the world is to shop at thrift stores.
And there is one in Neenah that is especially groovy called the Bethesda Thrift Shoppe.
We all jumped in the van yesterday and headed there for a good look around.
I only get there once or twice a year, so I can't vouch for all the time, but it seems like I always find major deals on the days that I go.

Being that I am on a weight loss journey, I was hoping to find some more trendy blouses for spring in a smaller size to keep me motivated. It turned out they were having a 1/2 off sale on ladies blouses Saturday! Yippee!!!!

I know I spent more than I should have, and Hubby has been alluding to that fact all weekend, but I have no regrets. Had I bought all of these clothes at full price, it would have taken hours of shopping, and hundreds of dollars. I spent a mere $60 and can't wait to wear all of these clothes.
They are all a size smaller than I am right now. So I will need to lose another 10 to 20 pounds in February and March. Then, when I pack away (I mean donate to a thrift store) all of the winter clothes, I can bring out all of these fun spring clothes and feel fabulous in them.

After the shopping spree, we had to take the Young One to a Birthday Party for a class mate.
This party was at Rocky Rococo. Oh how I LOVE Rocky Pizza! But I have also learned that ONE piece of Rocky Pizza is 800 calories! That's almost two meals worth of a dieter's allotted calorie intake. And who can eat just one piece of Rocky Pizza? No sir! When they invited us to stay and eat, I quickly told them that we had dinner plans and couldn't possibly partake. This gal wants to wear that spring wardrobe!