My Little Hero

I've always known that my little girl was 3 going on 17, but the last few days have just solidified my feelings. Late Sunday night my sweetie and I decided that it'd be best if we took our Kalli bug to the ER because of some breathing problems. We showed up and got shuffled right to the front of the line, infront of all those suckers waiting to get in! Suckers! ?? Doh!

Kalli then proceded to go through a night full of IV's, X-Rays, creepy doctors and their creepy questions about how old you are and if you're allergic to anything, vacuum tubes in her nose, and that stinkin oxygen tube that has to stay right near the tickly part of your nose. She was amazing.

When they checked us in to the hospital they gave her a stuffed moose, and her very own pink blanket. This place is like the Ritz Carlton! Room service, free stuff, movies, people come to see you when you push the enticing orange button (the very enticing orange button) "No, we're fine, just seeing if this orange button still works. Yup, still works!"

When I thought of writing this blog I debated on what the subject matter should be about. I could have entitled it "Disneyland or the ER - we choose the fun one" or "there goes our treadmill" or "I'll get my computer sometime, right?!" or "Being seperated from your wife and kids really stinks" or "Is this what you call a french fry?!" or "I'll have another root beer slushy, please." But, above all the feelings I've had in the last couple days, the one that stands out far and obove anything else is how grown up my little girl is, and how proud I am of her.

It's That Season Again

So, here I sit. Once again I find myself at the beginning of another year, making promises to myself that I'll never keep, cleaning up the holiday trinkets, and sending out thousands of 1099's to all the wonderful companies we've paid more than $600 during the fiscal year 2007. Why does the IRS do this to us?! I'm convinced that it's all Bush's fault. It's always his fault. Dang Bush.

After about an hour of tearing off "Detach Before Mailing" stubs on about 1,000 sheets of paper, I couldn't help but think "This is why I'm getting my MBA, so I don't have to do stuff like this."

Then I realized that I thought the EXACT same thing about my job duties when I was studying for my Bachelors. I'm sure it'll be different. Right? RIGHT?!?!

Be Yourself

The other day I was in a meeting at work where a high-powered Harvard MBA was charging us too much to bless us with his presence. During this blessed 3 hours of my life I let my mind wander a little and think about all the business greats in the world. I thought of how cool it would be to have the experiences that Sir Richard Branson has had, or Steve Jobs, or even Bill Gates (even though he reall messed up with Vista - In my opinion). I have to admit I was feeling a bit envious of all the experiences they've had throughout their lives. Pretty neat stuff.

Then I realized that today is just the beginning. I need to be myself. I may not have the same experiences of these business greats, but I have a LONG existence ahead of me and I can make anything I want of it. So, I guess the moral of my experience is - Be yourself, even if being yourself means you wear an outfit that should be illegal, like this guy....

Just Average

Every once in a while I get to feeling that the only time I've ever been 'above average' was in Jr. High, when I looked myself up on the Body Mass index charts. Those were days never to be forgotten, unfortunately.

I suppose it's not uncommon to feel that way sometimes - it's just not good to feel that way ALL the time.

So, next time you're feeling a bit down - like nothing is going how you planned it - just remember that tomorrow is another day. And be glad you aren't this mouse.