Cruel Joke

Tonight as I was getting ready to head to bed for the night, I got my monthly Tony Robbins newletter and, right on its heels, my first business referral from HQ.

The referral gives the potential client's name, address, phone and e-mail address.

The name: bcbarnot cv zeful. (Can anyone translate this? Anagram? What?)

Now, I fully admit to being the service center clerk at Hannafords that took a call AND DID THE STORE-WIDE PAGE for Michael Hunt so when the name made absolutely no sense, my balloon lost some lift.

The address: 56 Dart Road which Mapquest says is not a road in town. Strike two.

The phone number: Using reverse look-up at Anywho, belongs to someone on Hall Road here in town but their name is nothing like what's "given" above.

The e-mail address: I sent a "thank you so much for contacting me, I'll be calling tomorrow to set up an appointment" e-mail only to have it bumped back to me.



It's not nice to play tricks on the girl fighting to get ahead in this business.

Question for the masses

Why is it that even when I click the "Remember Me" box when signing into my MySpace account, it never remembers me?

Battery recharge

How is it that I have Three Scumbusters, Three VersaPak batteries, Two Versapak chargers and One dirty tub but I can't get any of that equipment to work?

Injury Tracking: Incident #1

Date: Friday, July 7, 2006

Place: The Works Athletic Club, Aerobics Room

Injury: Bruise, 3 inches long and 2 inches wide

Site: Inner left forearm

Inflicted by: Block of right leg turning kick, first move made by opponent

Description: Pain and coloring immediate and breath-stealing. First full gear sparring day which resulted in the on-going sucking up of the pain to continue activity. Asked repeatedly by instructor if I was ok, repeatedly lied with a smile.

And you know, wherever I am, I'll come runnin'

I've lost some friends lately and I'm sad.

I'm not exactly sure what happened. I don't know if I did something to upset them and I can't get them to call me back or answer an e-mail in my attempt to find out. Several of these friends I've had for several years which is why I'm so perplexed. I'm not talking casual acquaintences. These are people I have genuinely confided in and believed to be within my tightest of circles.

Granted, my phone and inbox have been unusually quiet since my miscarriage. I'm not sure if people just don't know what to say or if they are afraid or if they really don't believe that I'm ok and think that I'm pining away on the couch eating oreos but it's been seriously amiss here in casa de Hero. I'll admit, I've seen some oreos lately but day-am, they are good. Especially with a huge glass of cold milk....but I digress.

I miss my friends.

I miss them terribly.

I miss laughing with them.

I miss sharing with them.

I miss hearing their voice.

I miss feeling safe with them.

I've never been one to over-analyze or expect all that much from my friends. In fact, I have a really hard time maintaining friendships in which the expectations on me are high. I don't do well with feeling like someone is expecting to hear from me or hang with me frequently. I've also prided myself on my ability to maintain intimate friendships over great geographical distances as well as during times of quiet busy-ness for either me or them. That I get.

But these new cravasses seem deeply cavernous for some reason. As if I should be apologizing or clarifying something to them.

I hate not knowing.

I hate not hearing from them their side.

I hate the silence.

Friday night late night chat [only somewhat hypothetical]

Me: "I mean this with every ounce of my being. I will gauge my eyes out and go on Social Security before I get a full-time job ever again."

Him: "Even when he's in school?"

Me: "Yeah."

Him: "Even when he's in high school?"

Me: "Yeah."

Him: "Even when he's in college?"

Me: "Yeah."

[silence]

Him: "Whoa"

Me: "Yeah."

[The previous dialog is loosely based on an actual conversation involving Hero and Tall Boy last Friday after Hero left the house at 7:30 am to work for TheOlderSib - "just to help out" - and returned home at 9:30 pm]

I shouldn't complain, but

I have been so ridiculously tired lately that I've taken to, dare I admit it, NAPPING! WTHeck!

The insomniac in me has taken the long road out and now I can hardly stay awake. The troubling part of this is that I'm falling asleep on the couch at 10:30, completely unable to stay awake another minute, and any show that I watch faithfully is on from 10 to 11. I have missed the second half of all my shows for at least a week now. We don't have enough memory in the DVR to keep up with my conflicting sleep habits.

And the napping, my God. I dozed off in the parking lot of Bam-Bam's preschool this morning, thankfully Tall Boy was there with me and woke me when it was time to go get him. Then when we got home, I fell asleep on the couch for over an hour and woke up in just enough time to make dinner before TB had to leave for work.

Someone please stop the insanity!

See?

This is what I mean.