Laying Low

So I'm glad to have this new blog to write on, while my other blog tries to find a new home. I haven't told anyone about this new blog, really. My told blog was read by so many people, and I liked that, but I never felt like I could truly express myself. I didn't want to offend anyone.

Now I can writer and be a little more honest. My husband knows about the new blog as does my friend Dayna. And now my friend Kathy knows, since I just posted a comment on her pug, Wilma's blog. (P.S. Check it out - www.wilmathepug.blogspot.com. Kathy is truly talented in the pug blogging arena. I love catching up on Wilma, Brigitte and Sluggo's adventures. They live quite the life!)

Anyway, I think I'm going to lay a little low with this blog. If work gets out that this whiney, 36-year old married broad is blogging again, so be it. But I'm certainly not going to be singing it from the roof tops. This way, I can blog how I want - whiney, crazy, happy, depressed, etc. And trust me, there will be lots of those days.

This week was a bit of a whiney week. Work's been crazy (aka HELL) and I was sick with the stomach bug for a day and a half. I actually called into work yesterday and didn't log on till noon. (Right, I know. Most people would do what was right and take care of themselves. But things are so busy at work and after sleeping in, I sucked it up and trudged over to the computer, Coke and saltines in hand. And you KNOW I'm sick when I'm drinking "real" Coke.

The good part about being sick was that Jeff walked the boys on their dinner and night walks. It was like a vacation, because I do the majority of their walks. This is mostly because I'm anal and I think I can walk them best. But this is also because I like the walks. It's theraputic, whether it's short or long. I enjoy the time I have with the boys. They don't don't ask for much expect to sniff a few trees, mark a few telephone poles and poop along the way if they're inclined. And I can wind down.

This is especially key on a Tuesday and Thursday, when I take the bus into work. I leave the house at 6:30 a.m. and I'm home about 6:15 p.m. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE the bus, but it's a long day. And sometimes the ladies get chatty on the bus and it takes every ounce of self control not to stand up and say "SHUT UP! Some of us want peace and quiet on the way home!"

This is mostly due to this woman, "Alice" on the bus. She's sweet enough, but at 50-something years old, she's so naive and it drives me crazy. Alice has been taking the bus for years! She knows all the bus drivers - especially the ones who will drop her off at the top of the hill and those who refuse. And I've heard how the ten-trip passes are more economical for her than the monthly, because, well, she takes a day off every now and then.

On a good day I'd be able to take it, but after some days in the office, it grates on my nerves. She means well, but I just don't want to hear her blubber on about her coworker's trip to Aruba and how "they had to get up at 7 to put their towels on the lounge chairs or they wouldn't have a place to sit by the pool. And if they put the towels on before 7, security would take them away. Can you believe that? Every morning at 7 a.m....." Yes Alice, we got it. It's horrible to have to get up at 7 a.m. in paradise.

And her play by play of the winter Olympics was pretty hard to take, too. She was so tired from staying up until midnight to watch the figure skating. But she just HAD to watch it. Yadda, yadda, yadda.....

Her stories shouldn't bother me, but after a long day, they do. So I'm thankful that I have a new iPod shuffle to drown her out with (thanks hubby) and Blackberry messenger so I can bitch and moan to Dayna. It's the little things in life.

I do think the bus will make for good blogging fodder. I have a new Blackberry and the camera is much nicer. I take pictures and send them to Dayna with a play by play of the bus ride home - traffic, buildings, weirdos on the street. I even took a picture of Alice once, when she was messing with her cell phone. I'll have to be sure to bore my nonexistent readers with a few choice pictures from the bus.

Well, it's the end of the week, and I'm ready to turn in.

Goodnight, nobody.