Gi-Gi Roxx - The Ravings of a Lunatic

As I am trying to mentally prepare myself for the New Year ahead, my mind drifts to the events of the past year, in a period of reflection and retrospection if you will.  I think about having made the decision to go back over-the-road for a while to boost the household income and escape the insanity of working in the field of public transit. I absolutely love being on the open roads and doing something that is both fun and challenging.  I missed home, my husband and family and friends of course, but I really enjoyed my time back out there, trucking it up for a while.  I had more good adventures and made memories that will last a lifetime. In late May, as spring was pressing into summer my husband and I celebrated our first anniversary, spending a great weekend having another great adventure. We took the tour of the underbelly of the world famous New River Gorge Bridge.  From the catwalk that runs the length of the bridge below the road surface we watched hawks and falcons soar, thr

OMG OMG OMG EPIC CUTENESS ! **I don't own this picture, it's from the interwebs and hope whoever it was th at took the picture originally doesn't mind a little more exp osure of his/her amazingly adorable mother and baby hippo gleefully swimming photograph. Seriously, it makes me gidd y and I just c an't help but sharing. I mean really, how could you not want a Hippopotamus for Christmas? I know I do. I actually got a stuffed hippo for Christmas one year from my mom.  Come to think of it, it may have been on the last Christmas we had with her.  I still have it tucked away in a box somewhere in the attic.  It's adorable. I think having heard the Gayla Peevey holiday tune "I Want A Hippopotamus for Christmas" on the radio finally pushed me into that seemingly ever evasive holiday spirit.  I may even take some time to wrap up some or all of the gifts I've got in a massive pile in my bedroom.  Although, I won't have a tree to put them

I hated to laugh when my Chiropractor said she was going to write me a note for work placing me on "light duty".  I explained to her that I work overnights stocking in a retail store and that there really is no light duty in the traditional.  So instead she made the orders to read as such that I should be provided time to break each hour to apply ice to my "affected areas" and that she would like for me to be provided a chair from which to work from as much as possible.  I was afraid it wouldn't be met with open ears when I broke the news to my boss this morning.  But I was too pessimistic for my own good and was happy to find myself rolling a nice cushioned office chair over to my work area.  I was able to sit for the majority of the "breakout" phase of my morning, which is when we open up and unload the boxes and hang the clothes on the zee's.  I had to get up occasionally to put clothes on the appropriate zee, but other than that I was but

I just posted the previous blog, went to play on the interwebs and decided to come back and look at the little ticker/tracker thing up there relating to my baby gestation progress.  94 days to go? Crap. I'm so not prepared.  Not even CLOSE. Heck we can't even come up with a name for our little one.  *sigh* And now back to your regularly scheduled waiting for another blog post to appear.....

Last year I signed up for a Christmas savings account at my credit union and managed to stash away nearly $1000 for holiday shopping.  I have spent a good portion of the money, paying off the Visa I used to make pretty much all of the purchases I've made so far.  I have four more people to buy for and should still come in under the mark.  And while I'm glad to have the vast majority of the holiday shopping done, I cannot find the holiday spirit.  I don't want to bother with a tree or decorations in the house.  I don't really even feel like putting the gifts together and cover them with wrapping paper and ribbons.  I haven't even bothered to pick up a box of cards or stamps to mail a many-a-merry return to those who have sent us well wishes via the mailbox on the porch already.  I can't even bring myself to turn the radio dial over to the All Christmas All the Time station yet.  When I have heard Christmas carols in random places while being out and about rec

I was hired at my current place of employment as a Part-Time Seasonal Employee.  I was hired to work in soft-lines (the clothing department), overnight, and was told to expect less than 30 hours a week.  I have to say that while I've been mostly held to those terms and limitations, I find myself staying an extra hour or so after my scheduled shift to help complete the as many of the tasks for the day as possible before my grace period ends.  Typically I make it to the time clock before the store opens at eight o'clock in the morning (which is the end of the grace period). My weekly hours are averaging about 28.  And aside from Black Friday and the following Monday when we had a double truck (two trailers full of freight) to unload, I have not had to stay past store opening, which is great because I don't do well with the general public being all up in my business.  While I don't mind staying the extra hour or so to help out when necessary, I am starting to get th