one of those weeks...

...that you need a month to recover from.

first, let me say that the world got knocked off it's kilter. in the span of 7 days the following deaths have occurred (in no particular order): president hinckley, brad renfro, heath ledger, a friends mother (early 50s), a former co-workers husband (mid-30s), a family friends brother (not positive of the age, but relatively young). not to mention the other family friend, who, late sunday morning fell and broke her ankle, only to return from the hospital, and a short time later, fall again, and break her wrist, and the other family friend who had to have emergency surgery related to a suspected cyst (i believe). world=off kilter.

and before i go on, i should say that my heart goes out to those who have recently been victims of the off kilterness.

as far as the other craziness of the last week, it started with my first event for the new company. and also the biggest event they do. i recognize that i am my own worst critic, but to say that i was disappointed would be an understatement. lots of things i could have and should have done better, and i was more exhausted than i ever remember being. of course, this could have been due to the fact that i was coming down with a mystery illness that would put me in bed for the majority of the week. i'm convinced it's a serious case of bronchitis (i'm overly prone), but 7 year old drew has had identical symptoms and was diagnosed as having a virus. i've been self-medicating with leftover amoxicillin anyway...just in case.

fortunately, my self-criticism of event performance was not mirrored my superiors, and i have been rewarded generously and unexpectedly for a 'job well-done.' yay for my company! my employment there has already been a blessing in so many ways.

and of course, i got to meet cal ripken. those who know how paranoid i am about my height will appreciate this little story...

having had exposure to celebrities before, and more specifically having had photos taken with them, i am very self-conscious about my stature (which in heels, becomes 6'0). in one case i even ducked down for the photo, and the singer was a good sport and stood on his tiptoes.

imagine how happy i was to learn that cal stood at 6'4" and that my concerns would be of no consequence. now...imagine my surprise to find that when i approached him, he paused, looked me in the eye, and then downwards, and commented, 'oh! heels!'

it was not a derogatory comment, yet the fact that he consciously noted my height does not go far in helping me alleviate my issues.

that being said, the photo turned out quite nicely, and i'd be happy to share it...as soon as i get the digital version. for the moment, i have only a 4X6 print, and taking photos of photos just doesn't quite work. however, i have included a shot of most of the onsite staff cheesing it up at registration.

day 3... in heels for 14-18 hour days, and less than 5 hours sleep per night. yeah. that's how we roll.

after completing the event and packing up the materials on sunday morning, i made it home around 11am. i did not leave my bed until the following morning, and i think i was awake for a total of two hours during that time.

i arrived at work on monday morning, planning only to stay for an hour or so to take care of a couple of things, and as i walked in, my boss said simply, 'you look awful. don't log in. go home.'

so i did. i made a more successful attempt at work on tuesday, though only lasted about half a day, which put me out of commission on wednesday. yesterday and today were also short days.

i must admit that i haven't been really sick in some time, so i don't feel that i can complain too much. what i am annoyed with, is the timing....during/after the 'big event', and in the midst of moving preparation. my mind is completely foggy and my body sore and tired, yet, the moving man cometh. or rather...mick is leaving town on sunday, and i need his help, and his truck to move the mattress the fam has so generously bequeathed to me.

by tomorrow night, i hope to be snuggly tucked in in my new home, watching netflix on my new tv (which, as it turns out, has become one more example of how 'frugal' i've become since moving here). frugal is the nice word for cheap. but i digress. to what i'm not sure. but i'm tired, and probably rambling, and when i have my wits about me, may be so disgusted with this post that i just delete it.

yesterday i used the completely wrong word in an email..and it was an embarrassing slip. it took me well over two hours to come up with the right word. i really hate that. and today, when i went to ikea, i'm not exactly sure if i got the right color of the thing i got, because it didn't occur to me to check. and now it's in the new house, and i'm in the old house, and i won't know until tomorrow. and the boxes are so heavy that even if i got the wrong color, i don't know if i can bear to take them back.

but i paid less than 3.00/gal for gas. did i mention that?