Apparently I have been transferred...

TO freaking Siberia!!! It is 20 degrees outside with a brisk wind chill of 2. AND to add insult to injury my office is about 50 degrees TOPS!! Now I have attempted to contact the people who have the magic touch to possibly get me some heat - but they have not yet deemed me worthy of a visit, call or any kind of acknowledgment that I'm freezing my fanny off in my office.

THEN the boss is here for his last hurray (he's done at the end of this week) and talked us into going to lunch - WALKING to lunch. Lunch was good through. Salad and noodles warmed me up - but getting there was brutal.

AHHH I have been visited and promise the heat will appear in my office - sometime today. yeah.

But I'm full of warm noodles, covered in layers to keep warm and wondering if I'd get caught if I napped. If I shut the door probably not - but I'd freeze to death so probably not worth it.

A very lovely member of my team brought me a portable heater so things are looking up - Not overly warm but heading that direction. Last night I had a ladies group meeting with our annual cookie exchange. I brought home some from the lady that for some unknown reason likes Bubba - and he LOVES her cooking. Bubba managed to get home and feed himself with minimal fuss - so all was quiet on the home front there. This morning he was up and moving and I wondered why he set an alarm it was Saturday... and yeah the brain - she was all off and in her happy place. sleeping and warm and NOT wanting to deal with a work day. But I got up and moving and put-putted my way into work.

Tonight Bubba will manage to be home before 8PM - why? To watch hockey of course. I'm making his favorite chowder tonight - so for him it's all a win-win. For me its dirtying my nice clean kitchen and less Zen quiet time for moi. ah well.

Since our deliveries have been moved work is very quiet. I am desperately trying to come up with good words to find another job but they aren't coming. I'll keep pushing. I have two high priority issues to deal with, first, my brother - clueless as to what to get him for Christmas and second need to contact Nana regarding Christmas Eve and the timing thereof... plus I need to make egg nog, gingerbread houses and wrap gifts. There are not enough hours in a day. Oh yeah and I need a trip to the dollar store to get coverings for the gingerbread houses... I need to think about who to schedule all this...

I will drag up the wrapping paper and extras upstairs tonight and get that started. I will swing by the dollar store on my way home tomorrow
I will make egg nog Saturday as I will take some to the party Saturday night
I will make gingerbread Sunday rolling out dough will ease the football stress.

I can call Nana tonight on my home, and shop for brother this weekend.

And that boys and girls is just how life works. Men - take note of all we do - ladies - I feel your pain. As I've said before - I will sleep when I am dead.

Oh and something to ponder - a lady from my group told us that her mother-in-law passed at the age of 105. She enjoyed general good health up until the end, and passed in her sleep without pain or suffering. That boys and girls was a life and an ending. Dear god - can I have one of those too? ;-)