Monday, Bloody Monday

How is it that I am already feeling the twitches of corporate burnout. I sit here on a Sunday evening dreading the inevitable: Monday Morning.

You know the feeling. The alarm goes off at the hellish hour of "before you're ready". Somehow you drag yourself from the bed (which is always warm and inviting) to the shower (on a good day) and begin the process of "getting ready" for work.

Does anyone else see it is a bad omen that in using the phrase "getting ready" we are acknowledging that we are essentially systematically bracing ourselves for the coming day? The last time I was told to brace myself I was 9 years old on a rickety yellow school bus performing the "we're too cheap to give you seat belts, so if we crash, your only hope is to stick your arms in front of you" drill. (Truthfully, that's basically how I feel at work anyway, so maybe it is a good morning ritual.)

Once we ready ourselves for the day, we cruise on auto pilot to our current place of employment. For me I require at least two hours once at work to sort through my weekend hangover, which isn't so much from alcohol as it is from the contact high of actually LIVING, the one great blessing that Saturday and Sunday provide.

Unfortunately there is no amount of bread or water that can cure the weekend hangover; it simply must be bludgeoned out by ringing phones, unanswered emails, and a daily commute. My head is hurting already- I can feel it in the air: Monday morning is just around the corner.

BRACE YOURSELVES.

"Now THAT'S a trashy family!!!"

What do you get when you combine fried twinkies, Linsey's birthday, and NASCAR?

Just another night out with the fam!

Here's to race car tournaments, infra-red shoot-a-thons, muscle shirts, mustaches, and blue eye shadow.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LINS!!

Chi-Chi-Chistosa

Some pictures from my recent visit to the mission... oh, things are much different now that we aren't in skirts!


Las Hermanas y Evelyn at Kassandra's quincinera. When you have a moment you should ask me about the bathroom incident... bless you Moffy for saving my butt. Literally.






LtR: Kath, Kassandra, Vero, Evelyn, Moffy, and Shay.

This was the best night... we danced the night away!!









Hermana Teresa and two of her kids, Juanito and JoAnna. This afternoon we learned how to be models and learned the REAL meaning of CHISTOSA.

SOOOO good to see everyone. Para ustedes que quizas estan leyendo esta blog, gracias por todo! Les quiero y les extrano mucho...