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I have a huge weekend full of a whole lotta nothing planned, how about you? Tonight we’re hanging at home. Tomorrow we have dance class (hopefully without any speeding tickets this time), then two birthday parties - one for Kaiden and one for Ashton, so Todd and I will have to tag team them. Dena and I are talking about taking Kaiden and Ethan to see that new movie Bridge to Terabithia, we will probably do that on Sunday. I think we are having the obligatory “Family Birthday Celebration Dinner” on Sunday night for my birthday, which is actually Tuesday, but we always do it on a weekend. I am going to be 31 - I am officially in my 30’s.

I guess once I typed it all out, my weekend isn’t so empty after all. Has anyone else been slightly overly obsessed with the whole Brittney Spears thing? I think that I agree with Heather over at Dooce, that she is totally suffering from post-partum depression. I was talking about that with someone earlier this week and being someone that suffered pretty bad with it, I feel really bad for her. Heather did a good job of summing up how it feels.

On a totally unrelated note, is anyone else excited to see this movie:

I love the Reno911 show and the previews for the movie look hilarious. That prosthetic butt that Niecy Nash/Deputy Raineesha Williams wears in the movie with the thong is HILARIOUS looking!!! Okay, I am done, hope everyone has a good weekend.

I feel like I have had nothing fantastic and wonderful to say lately, like everything in my life is just blah.  My marriage is still not fixed, my kids keep getting sick, I keep having to miss work to pick up and shuttle kids to the doctor - so I have not been to see my personal trainer in two weeks, since I am trying to make up missed time at work because of the kids, etc., etc.  The list goes on and on.

I did get my car back from getting fixed from the accident and everything looked fine, until I opened up the hatch in the back and saw that they obviously stored my busted bumber in the back while they were waiting for the new one and there was grease everywhere.  I had already switched both car seats back into my car from the rental when I saw it, and they were not able to spot treat it, so now they are sending a mobile detail unit to my work to detail and shampoo it to try and remove the grease - morons!  Who would store a nasty, greasy bumper inside the car, without at least putting something down or wrapping it in plastic?

As if my life is not shitty enough, I got another damn speeding ticket on Saturday on the way home from Dance Class with Kaiden.  The cop said that I was going 35 in a 25 - which is bullshit!  I saw him sitting there the whole time I was driving down the street, and watched my speed the whole time and I was NOT going 35.  What makes things worse is that a City Councel Member lives on this particular street and he was sick of people speeding, so he petitioned the city and had a law passed that anyone caught speeding on this street has to pay a minimum $200 fine (which does not include the actual speeding fine) and the ticket is not prepayable - you have to appear in court - SUCH CRAP!  I think I am going to fight it.  It would be one thing if he had been hiding and had actually caught me speeding, but he was in plain view and I was not speeding - because I knew he was there!

Where can you go to get an extreme life makeover?  I think I need one.

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In my office, I have a large plastic ladybug that holds my door open.  I have had this bug for a long time and it has followed me and held open many a door at several different jobs.  I keep it, because it has a funny memory behind it and some sentimental value.  So when I go to a new job, the bug comes with me.  A long time ago, when I was going to school at Old Dominion University, I lived in an apartment by myself - an expensive apartment, so I bartended at night at the local Bennigans restaurant.  When I was done with school and my days were free, my mom’s best friend called me one day and asked if I could do her a favor and come work part time at the construction company she worked for.  They had just had two people quit and were in need of immediate help until they could hire some people permanently, so I said yes.

Temporary became not so temporary after a while and I basically was working two jobs.  At the construction company, I was working in the service department.  This particular company built gas stations and had a department that serviced pumps when they were down.  During my time there, I became pretty good friends with one of the technicians - the one that always thought he was a funny guy (probably why we got along so well).  One of my tasks at this job was to go through all the parts that the technicians brought in from the previous days repairs and check them to see if they were still under warranty, so I had a table set up next to my desk for the guys to put all the boxes of parts - these were usually all computer parts, as gas pumps are computerized, so it was stacks of fried motherboards, etc. 

One morning I came in and there was a box on my desk.  I figured it was a bad part that one of the guys brought in and chucked it to the side until I was ready to deal with it and went and got my coffee.  When I came back and got settled in I could hear this strange noise - a scratching noise.  I looked around and noticed it was coming from the box that had been put on my desk earlier.  The scratching noise got louder and louder.  I grabbed the box and opened it to see what was in it and low and behold it was the biggest, nastiest stag beetle I have ever seen in my life (about the size of my hand) - it looked exactly like this:

I FREAKED OUT and screamed throwing it across the room.  Everyone else in the room then started freaking out and yelling at me asking why the hell I would have thrown it - umm because it could have eaten me alive - that’s why!!!  We had to call into the other building to find a male to come and catch and remove the big beetle.  Apparently, my funny tech buddy found it at a site and thought it would be funny to catch it, put it in a box he knew I would open and leave it for my on my desk - he was an ass like that!

Later, I left that company and went to work for another construction company, one that paid me enough that I could quit the bartending too.  On my first day at the new company, my buddy showed up and dropped off the plastic bug wrapped in a nice box as a job-warming gift and so that I would always remember him.  It was real nice on my first day for the receptionist to buzz into my office and say “Hey Misty, some guy just dropped off a bug in a box for you…” - WHAT???  Needless to say, that bug has been with me for a long time now.