Vegas was good, but I am always completely depressed by the end of a holiday. I wonder if this means I hate my job or if everyone suffers post-holiday stress syndrome. The weather was freakin' awesome, for a change. It only rained on the day we drove into Primm, a Nevada border town completely devoted to gambling. In fact, I don't really think ( Read more... )

What do people do exactly when they are home all day? I have cleaned, vacuumed, done all the laundry, baked, organized shit.....and I still have 3 whole days to fill before we leave for our trip ( Read more... )

In my obsessive checking (not "chequing", which would refer to my bank account, Patrick) of Weather.com I have found that the storm front moving into Las Vegas is slated for one day later each day I look. Translated - it is waiting for me to arrive. Maybe I can get a spot on their local news. I am beside myself with rage.....who was it in ( Read more... )

It's not really my first day of holidays, it's actually my second. It's been great - yesterday I grocery shopped and today I cleaned the bathrooms. Anyway. Two weeks off - I have not yet stopped groping my pants waistline for my pager. But I'm not at work. Woot. It won't really feel like time-off until I'm in the car, running away from my ( Read more... )