Erika, my most favorite co-worker and friend, went on a baking spree before the holidays. And, bless her heart, she brought in the fruits of her labors -- many, many, many of them. She didn't do it specifically for me, but she had me in mind. She makes the most awesome sugar cookies, some with frosting. I learned two things about nutrition today:
1)A person can live on sugar cookies and Coca-Cola alone (for at least a day or so)
2)You have to eat more than three-quarters of a pan of assorted sugar cookies (with and without frosting) to put yourself into a sugar coma.

This charming little fuzzy fellow has been keeping me company at work for the past few weeks. Thank you Bonnie!
(I've since brought the snowman home, although Punkin has been distracted with the impending arrival of Santa and all.)

Have you seen the movie "What Women Want"? It's good... Mel Gibson is his usual adorable self. We enjoyed the movie, I however, had a problem with the daughter in the film. More specifically, her braces. They were on again, off again... anyone else notice this? Is it just me who was annoyed with that?

Boy... this entry's sidebar is just chock full of little miscellaneous stuff, aint it?

What a week today has been... (and it's only 9:00am!!!)

Punkin threw a tantrum the size of Texas this morning. She wanted water out of the sink while I was washing my hair. I said no and she went off... kicking and screaming and crying off and on for 30 minutes. I gave her several choices about where to get the water from (fridge, sink right now) she stomped off and I said I was going to get ready to go in the car. She said she wanted to get ready first. I said fine, let's go upstairs. She didn't want to. I told her I was going upstairs, counted to three (for the 50th time this morning) and went upstairs. You know it is possible to hear her crying when the hair dryer is on. I peeked on her a couple of times to make sure she was ok, and she was... just mad at me.

She finally came upstairs (I forget how that happened) after I was all ready and she picked out her clothes and got dressed and got out to the car. She got upset when saw that she still had snow on her boots still after "pouncing" the snow off outside of the car, and refused to sit in her car seat after that. I counted to three then shut the door (with her standing in the back) to scrape the windows. She cried and fussed and eventually set her bum in the seat. I opened the door, buckled her in, gave her a kiss on the nose and got in the driver's seat.

She was quiet on the way to school and did fine until she slipped twice on the floor inside the building. After getting kisses and hugs from not one but TWO of her favorite teachers, we went to her classroom. I offered to change her now soggy-kneed tights and she let me. I noticed she "still had flowers" (to the uninitiated, that means her pull-ups (not DIAPERS) show that she is still dry and has not peed in them) and thought "good." By this time, I was due to work in 10 minutes, and although my drive from her school to work is not a long one, (2 minutes when there's traffic) I still wanted to get to work on time.

Just when I thought I was on the way out the door, she announced that she wanted to sit on the potty. Being that she's not potty-trained yet, that's not something I want to discourage. So, I sighed a sigh of resignation (that I would be late for work) and set about to keep her company while she went. It was then that I noticed that she had JUST PEED in her pull-up... like within the last 4 minutes! I was frustrated. She sat on the potty for about 5 minutes (after I explained to her that she needed to sit BEFORE she peed) when I gave her a 2 minute warning. Of course, when the time came to get off the potty, she fought me and stubbornly refused to get her pull-up on, with or without my help. After about 10 minutes of attempting to reason and cajole and struggle with our adorable three year old, I gave myself a time out. I told her I would be outside the door and she could come out when she was ready. She shut the door on me and I sat in a kid-sized chair outside the door taking many deep breaths and counting to one million.

Somewhere around the number 2,546 and before I had meditated myself into a trance, I heard "I done, Mommy." A new pull-up was put on, tights after that and then her shoes. Hugs and kisses were exchanged at the door to her room, and all was well. She scampered off to play while I was left wondering what the hell happened.

Thankfully I got to work, bought a Coke, and vented to my co-workers (and ate a few of Erika's cookies... for medicinal purposes you understand...). I also called Hubby to vent to him. We share *everything*...

I got to my desk and settled in and opened the second drawer on the right to get a festive, happy, holiday CD out to lighten my mood. I just kept telling myself to "shake it off" this day will turn out ok... just a rough morning... I immediately spotted a tiny chocolate treat that I keep in that drawer... the wrapper was chewed into, parts of it missing and there were tiny teeth scrapes from the top to about half way through it. *shudder* I IMMEDIATELY emptied out that drawer and the one underneath it of EVERYTHING all the while praying that the little bugger (mouse) was not still in the vicinity. If I HAD spotted him, I would have seriously considered packing up and heading home. As it is, I'm still a little nervous about having my feet on the floor and I catch myself looking for any signs of life from any of the corners in my wonderful office. If he ever scampers across my desk while I'm sitting here, I'll scream and faint dead away. *shudder again*

So... I don't think this day can really get any worse... it HAS to get better from here, right?

"Please copy (double-sided) this 109-page document and distribute to upper management ASAP" -- um... maybe not.

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