Nope, I'm not dead. It has just been so crazy. This is the first chance that I've had a chance to blog. So, what have I been up to? Work. That's about it. They've been scheduling us to work 10 hrs. M-W. On top of that, I haven't gotten one ounce of vacation approved since the middle of last month, and I think that that was probably an oversight. I now have 7 points against me. At Scholastic, they give you sick leave. If you take it, you are penalized. Michael had to have 4 teeth removed. That was 8 hours of sick leave and 1 point against me. I was late coming back from a doctor appt by a little over an hour, that was 1/4 a point. I tried 5 times to get some time off for the Thursday of the Women's Reatreat. I left two hours early, took 2 hours of sick leave, and received 1/2 a point. They rack up quick. The points stay on record for one calendar year. They do reward anyone with anything over 100 hours of sick leave around Christmastime. This is the first time, in 10 years of working there, that I will get a check. I will have around 130 hours when the checks are issued. That will help with Christmas presents. I have asked to leave 2 1/2 hours early on the 26th so that I won't have to ride by myself to the Singles' Retreat. I am supposed to ask on the 19th to see if they can approve it. So, obviously I am planning on riding by myself down to Steeleville after I get off work on the 26th at 6:00. See. if you aim low, then you're not disappointed when the inevitable happens. At least I will only have to ride alone as far as Vienna. That's where I'll be dropping Michael off with Keith. I've decided that there must have been some super teeny tiny writing on the Scholastic application that I didn't see. Under where it says "the best place to work in Jefferson City", the super small writing must have said "only if you are Single with no life, no children, no family, and perfect health". Bitter, much?
I sued to actually look forward to getting up in the morning and going to work. Now it feels like torture. The job itself is great. I'm very grateful to have a job. I enjoy most of the people that I work with. I love CARE Council. I just think that it would really build up morale to approve even just an hour of vacation every so often. Then agian, I'm just a peon, what do I know.
Other than work, things are going pretty well. Bible Quizzing has started.
We only have one returning quizzer. The rest are all newbies. It's been kind of trying, but I still love it.
Mom and I got to talking today about Stephanie. She died almost 2 years ago this November. We were really great friends. Then we drifted apart. She started getting really sick. I wish that I been there for her more, but you can't change the past. The thing that mom and I were talking about was the day that Stephanie died. I will always wonder what really happened that day. Then I wonder, do I really want to know. It all seemed really strange to me. Kevin had been at work, he drives a bus. He came home in between routes and found Stephanie in the recliner sleeping. Her health had really been declining. Kevin helped her into her bed. When he went to check on her before he left, she had stopped breathing. Here's where it gets weird. He says that he tried CPR and called 911. Somehow Melissa, his girlfriend now, either met up with him at the hospital or was there when the paramendics came. My question: Did he call her first, or 911? the two of them starting seeing each other within a week after Steph's funeral. Melissa was still married with 3 or 4 kids. Here's another one. One of the kids may be his. That's what he told Keith about 12 years ago. So, can you see why I'm questioning what happened that day? Anyways.
Today, the weather is kinda crappy. I should be at home cleaning my living room and kitchen, but here I sit blogging on myspace. Oh well. I want to have my entire house spotless in the next week. It will be.
I'm trying to figure out what to do later. I need to go to JC Penney and get a couple of new pillows. I think I'll check out their website and see how much credit I have.
I guess that I've vented and pondered long enough. Take Care. Love ya...
I am so worn out. As soon as we got done, I went to Sonic and got a Route 44 Strawberry slush (my favorite non-alcoholic drink)! Once we got home, we put in Harry Potter IV. I fell asleep right before the Yule Ball started. I took about an hour nap. By the time I woke up, it was almost time for me to babysit my cousin's girls. 
I forgot to bring my glasses over here. i think that my contacts are going to pop out of my eyes. At least I didn't get too sunburned today. I hate that. Well, not much else to write about. Oh...one more thing...My step-dad got a new job! Hooray! He has been miserable at his job. He will be in another building from my mom, but at least he'll have a much better job. 
Later...
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