Last week was from Hell

Monday - I had to inform two employees that we would graciously give them an additional 30 days to get a certain certification, that they had 6 months to get, or we would have to let them go.

Tuesday - I voted ( which made me feel good).

Wednesday - I had to write a statement of facts on an employee, in order to give the employee two weeks off without pay, for a major violation of policy. Wednesday afternoon I was in Phoenix for shopping and a Van Morrison Concert. Van is getting old.

Thursday - I was tired from the concert

Friday - I arrived early for work to get some things done before the rest of the staff arrived. I heard someone walking down the hall , and it was a Sheriff Deputy. He had received complaints regarding an employee of ours and they were looking for the employee. I had to get in a car and go look for the employee... who is 69 years old.... I finally found him working in a rural part of our county and when he saw me he was so happy... it was then that I "got" to ever so gently explain to him that he could not drive a vehicle until he had medical clearance. It was a yucky way to end my week. I felt so sad. It would be like telling my day that I was taking away his drivers license.

I Voted

After placing my votes for the primary election this morning, I was driving to work and could not help but reflect on the past 10 years of my life and how incredibly important voting is for me. Perhaps to some it might sound like patriotic sensationalism, but I truly feel as though my vote makes a difference. I have the power at the end of a magic marker to help my fellow Republican’s remain in office.

Tailgate(ing)...

My husband and I together with our best friends RP and Sparkle Kitty, attended the third first home game of the Arizona Cardinals vs. San Fran 49ers yesterday. ( Not to be confused with the first first home game of the Cardinals we attended, nor the second first game.. those were preseason games).It was our first tailgating experience. We proudly drove in to the parking lot of the Cardinal Stadium, looking a bit like the Beverly Hillbillies. We were packed so tight in the car, I believe I heard a sigh of relief from the engine as we all spilled out of the car. We began our virginal tailgating experience by setting up "our space", which actually, was two "our spaces" because of all the crap we packed for our big day. Lets see... two ice chests full of food and alcohol.One ice chest held our lovingly prepared brats that we had boiled in Fat Tire beer, and also held water and ice tea for some reason. The other, far more important ice chest held ingredients for bloody mary's * first things first*, beer, and oh! must not forgot about the chilled white wine - Alcohol was a must in order to figure out the pixy sticks can of canopy poles .. lets see....pole A to pole B, then connect 1 to 4 and 6. TaDA...shade!!! As we were setting up our chairs, tables and bbq, a lot of our new neighbors admired our kitchen and living room on hot pavement. Our neighbors to the left of us were Don and Owen, two great guys playing dominos in the back end of their car,while sauteing onions and hash browns and eggs. To the right of us was a family we didnt really talk to because we were way too busy interrupting Don and Owens heated domino game. We had a lovely relationship going with them.. and then our friend RP said to Owen. Has anyone ever told you that you look like the Baseline killer?(http://www.azcentral.com/arizonarepublic/news/articles/0907baseline0907.html

Deep intake of breath * pour another drink*search frantically for quarter in bottom of purse*pretend not to notice that he just asked our neighbor that question* But Owen graciously told us that yes, he in fact has been told that he looks like the Baseline Killer/Rapist and ironically, he lives in South Phoenix ***on Baseline Road.

Monday/Tuesday after a three day weekend.

So my friend Chris poked his head in my office and was concerned that I hadnt "blogged" since the 28th. Apparently he checks my site. Thanks Chris.

I love the Arizona Diamondbacks. Anyone who really knows me will tell you this about me. My friend Chris, ( who, if I were 9 years younger, could be twins with...cept he is really adorable and gets carted when he buys alcohol...but I digress) is also a HUGE D-backs fan. I have kept the vigil of watching our D-backs every night... night after night watching our boys hit home runs, working the fans into a complete purple and green frenzy and then, as easy as buying an 9.00 dollar glass of beer from a concession stand employee, our Dbacks simply start to unravel like a well worn baseball left out in the rain. Yes,tThey have given up yet another chance at the playoffs. Watching our team this year has been different. If I call Chris and say "OMG... did you see Johnny Estrada get into with the coaches???" his usuall response was * I am not watching the D-backs right now * wtf? I think that the reason they did so poorly this year is because they didnt have the solidarity of the Chris/Peggy energy. But I can understand why he missed out on so many frustrating D-back moments...You see, he is head over heals in like with Wendy.