Prize winner... Lynette!

And here is her subject:

How about the joys of having good friends at work?

OH Lord. Such a loaded question. Most of you know that I am blessed with a very strange crowd of people at work.

We have:

The Boss - Dr. Dentist. Nice guy - I've been there 19 years, so we can talk about most anything. Has to work with 6 females everyday, so he's a bit... shellshocked.

Garlic Girl - Ah. The famous GG. If you DON'T know the story, GG is a gorgeous woman, former model, tall, blonde... and stuffs garlic up her woowoo when she thinks she has an infection.

DivaMom - my buddy. The other girls get a bit put out when she will only let ME come help her with things. But we've been coworkers for over 10 years and we know how each other works. She's an excellent hygienist (the only one that can touch MY teeth) and my very first black friend. She's taught me a ton of things - and she's got the best giggle anyone has ever heard.

OSHA - the hygienist that is the polar opposite of DM. She's the one that gave me Cox's and ran me over with the shopping cart. There are issues there.

Beth - the new assistant. She's 27, 5'8", gorgeous. Married, 2 kids. LOVE this girl. Good addition to our office. She's pissed that she can't room with DM, bsgirl and I in San Antonio.

JoJo Poopyhead - the boss's wife. She works on Mondays only. Best sense of humor anyone could ever want to meet. She's evil. I love that about her.

My bsgirl - my buddy.. my partner in crime. We clicked from the first moment we met. She is the BEST straight man anyone could ask for. And she's a listener. She's the best listener anyone ever met. She will show interest in ANYTHING you tell her.

"Inga - I had pancakes for breakfast."

"OMG - really? Were they good? Did you put syrup on them?"

Stuff like that. I love that girl SO much. She's one amazing woman.

Thanks Lynette!!!! This was a good subject. We have a cool group and we do a lot of fun things together. And sometimes we hate each other. It's normal. And we know it - and accept it.

This needs an update, and I need a subject.

Help me.

First person to give me a good subject to write about will get a scrapbook goodie from my stash.

Give me something you know I can relate to, have had experience with, and will enjoy writing about.

(now we'll REALLY see who reads my blog. ;-) )

One Life, Six Words...

YES again... this time I scrapped it. Thanks, Princess...

Seventeen years ago...

the doctor looked at me and said "you have cancer".

Boy, was THAT a wake up call. May 9, 1991. The day my life changed... for the BETTER. Oh sure, the diagnosis, the surgery, the mental breakdown... all that sucked ass.

But it changed ME for the better. Had that never happened, I shudder to think where I'd be right now.

For many years we suffered with infertility. Back in the 80's you had to treat with a specialist, now every ob/gyn offers treatment. I had to go to a specialist about 30 miles away. With a sperm sample tucked under my armpit to keep it warm. 3 times a week. That was fun. NOT. Bobby and I were a team though - and we endured the tests and diagnoses and treatment.

Right before we were ready to discuss artificial insemination, the cancer diagnosis happened.

I look at it this way: had I not been infertile, my cancer would not have been diagnosed so early, and it would have killed me. My infertility saved my life. In more ways than one.

I also found my husband through all of this... and fell in love with him again. He was a caregiver, a lover, a husband and a friend. He was by my side every minute, supporting me, loving me and worrying about me.

He's a good man, that Bobby. I think I'll keep him around.

SO excited!

So this is what happened.

I emailed My Tim with a problem. He solved it for me. I showed him a picture of my tealight holder. He liked it. Asked if he could give my name to Ranger, he thought they might be interested in adding to their website as a project.

Um... OK? (insert shock face here)

Sent My Tim a tealight holder as a thank you for solving my problem. He said some very gracious things... of course making my heart go pitty-pat. LOL And a few minutes later I got the email from Ranger!

I even get PAID!!

So the Cell has decided they are going to be my Entourage and wear all black.

You know - Rangerwear. BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Anyway - once again - Thank You Tim Holtz... #1 always. ;-)

Bowler's Butt.

Seriously. I have Bowler's Butt. And it's a REAL thing. Not a made up in my head tigger thing.

I googled it. It's real. And it HURTS.

Bowling???

Seriously. I went bowling for the first time in at least 30 years. We went as an office, and we had a BALL. (get the bowling reference?) In fact, the only problem I had was finding a ball that fit me. I have big thumb knuckles apparently. So I needed a lighter ball with a big hole.

Yeah. I'm stopping now. It will only go downhill from here.

Here are some shots of our fun afternoon...