Feb. 2nd Ten Random Thought Tuesday
1. It’s actually 12:15am on Wednesday now, but I’ve been so sidetracked with the birth of baby 19 of the Duggar family of TLC’s 19 Kids and Counting, I’m only now getting started. I’ve been crying like crazy since I saw that tiny little baby… she is SO precious! I am so happy for them, and though she was born in December and almost 2 months has passed by since her birth, I sincerely hope her health is progressing fast enough to have the Duggar family be a normal family back in their own home again.
2. I’ve been thinking a lot about getting back into a routine exercise program. I really enjoy the walking DVD’s though, and that’s what I’ve been thinking about the most. I wanted today to be the first day of starting this routine again, but I woke up feeling pretty lousy and with a really sore back. It took 5 Ibuprofen and a couple Midols, and about an hour later, I was feeling a lot better. I was pretty much pain free for the afternoon and part of the evening, when I had to take another small dose of Ibuprofen, and just another again.
3. I’m finding myself having to take more Ibuprofen because I have days where the medication doesn’t even touch the pain, and I’ve had to miss work because of it. So, my mom advised that I should simply just take more to find the dose that best suits me and makes a dent in the pain, and that I can get the most amount of time without taking another dose since I’m finding the smaller doses aren’t lasting very long at all.
4. I thought the week would go on slowly, but we are already the end of Tuesday/Wednesday early morning, so that’s not half bad. Once Wednesday is over, it’s usually smooth and easy sailing, and the end of the week is much easier to visualize.
5. We started another new Canadian project at work tonight. It’s a lot like the project I worked on last week, so I’m flying through it like a feather in a breeze. I love it. The whole evening went so smoothly, and I got so many completes, I barely even noticed the 5 hour shift pass by. I love it when I’m kept busy enough and that happens. The surveys are about 15 minutes or so a piece, and I’m getting about 2-3 completes done an hour… so it really makes every hour pass by quickly. I’ve not had time to check email, check Facebook, read a magazine or any other little tasks I can find to occupy my time between calls.
6. Peter has a full day of work tomorrow… with not just one job, but he’s working both jobs. He’s at the grocery store from 8am to 4pm, and Dollarama from 4pm to 8pm. He’s going to be so hungry and exhausted when he comes home probably around 8:30-9pm. I wouldn’t be surprised if he goes to bed not long after he gets something in his stomach. Which is too bad, because we won’t see each other very long in the morning, and I finish work at 10pm and won’t see him for very long between the time he comes home and heads to bed. Ah well, at least we will be spending the entire weekend together.
7. I had a dream about a hometown friend Monday morning. I messaged her on Facebook to tell her about the wicked, wicked but exhausting dream I had. Her and I don’t talk very often anymore, we are both simply busy with life, and her with her 2 boys, one of them still being a baby. *Note to self, find picture of the baby and wedding picture* She said she’ll be going to our hometown for a visit, and since I only live 3 hours away and she’s coming from Southern Ontario TO Northern Ontario, Timmins is basically on the way, with a bit of a detour off the main highway. She’s planning on going for 3 days, but she didn’t say when they would be going… so I’m thinking it could be as early as this weekend. We haven’t seen each other in forever. I’d even say… about 8-9 yrs, goodness, it’s been so long, I can’t even say for sure. The last time I saw her, she met Peter when we visited my hometown, and she had us over for dinner. I think that was in 2001 but I’m not even sure. Through the years, keeping in touch has dwindled and dwindled as every year has passed by, but we’ve always managed to send one another a Christmas card, Birthday card… Last year I got her wedding reception invitation, a wedding picture of her and her hubby, and then a picture of their newest son, Anthony. I’m looking forward to seeing her, but, I’m already nervous doing so since it’s been so long… so much our lives have changed since we’ve been teenagers. We’re like completely different people, so it’ll be almost like getting to know her all over again. But I do hope that we can reconnect again, and basically start our friendship all over, and be able to lean on one another like we once did. I really do miss those days, and I guess that dream was just a way of reminding me of that.
8. Strange how things come up back in the light in our lives. I like to think that maybe we are in need to have another in each other’s lives again. I’ve always said that people come in and out of our lives for different reasons. And sometimes, the people who we’ve lost touched with on purpose or by accident, come back into our lives for a different purpose than the original one. And sometimes, it’s to lend a helping hand in some way, us in their life, or them in our life. 
9. Another routine I’ve been meaning to get back into is going to bed at a reasonably good time. Considering I typically get off from work at 10pm, I’m thinking 12:30am-1am isn’t too bad. I love my 8-9 hours of sleep in order to function properly the next day, so I’m thinking getting up at 9 or 10 is a good time to get up and have loads of time to get things done before I even have to think about work getting started in the early evening.
10. Time for me to start implementing the 2nd routine. It’s 1:09am and time for me to scoot to bed, get some good shut eye, have me a little drooling session my pillow, dream beautiful dreams, and wake up well rested for a whole new day! But before I do, I’ve got a load to transfer to the dryer… because as you know, a woman’s work is never done!
Happy Wednesday! Have a wonderful week!
siggie by the talented Donnelle



A friend went to tell the playground guardian and she came to help me rip my tongue off the chain. Oh, I still remember the pain as every little taste bud was disconnecting from the chain and all of them individually screaming “OOOOOW!!! Heeelp meeeee!!!!” and the teacher had me rush back inside the school and drink some water to help. Aaaah… the memories of stupid things you do as a kid!




