Seriously?!

I've been a girl my entire life, but I still don't understand the point of these crazy things they call "hormones". They make a perfectly sane girl (hey, some may argue that I am indeed sane) turn all nutso!!! Grrrr- don't come too close, I might bite you! Just kidding, I love you- you're an angel. In fact, I can't imagine my life without you- -SOB-, what?! You think I'm fat?! Don't look at me like that! ---SIGH--- I love you- and you- and you...

BANNED!

My former boss chick's husband (also my former boss) just called Davin to tell not to come to his hair cut appointment this week. Davin and I are to not go to the salon anymore. Hm, wonder what lies my boss told about me for us to get banned? And, even then, what does Davin have to do with it? ????

FYI: My last post still trumps this one!

Insanity kicking in...

Funny story.

Davin's in the hospital. That's not the funny part. He has pneuomonia and a blood clot in his lung. He actually feels quite fine. We came into the ER last night because he had a sharp pain in his back and had trouble breathing. He thought it was a muscle spasm and would be sent home with a relaxant. Nope. They found pneumonia. And a blood clot. So they admitted him and put on antibiotics and blood thinners. I started driving home a little after one o'clock a.m. Davin was feeling good when I left. I was thinking about how it had been a stressful day, but Davin was fine and everything would be okay. Just as I was thinking that, *DING* the "Service engine soon" light came on in my car. I started laughing. And laughing. And laughing. I pictured God saying "So, Laura, how you handling life now?" I laughed the rest of the drive home. The car ran fine and no gauges went nuts.

"Just fine, God. I'm doing just fine. Thank you."

By the way, there is no ding when a light comes on in the car, but I am certain I heard it anyway.

:)

How could I not blog about this day!

I really had planned on taking a long break. Then today happened. And there is just no way I can't NOT blog about it- it's just waaaay to good. And by good, I mean really crappy, but outrageous enough to talk about. I'm gonna tell about my day going backwards- that way I can promise it will end on a really GOOD note!

I got fired from my job. Wait, that's not the good part- the good part is how it happened. I went into the salon to buy some product and as I was paying for it my boss says- loudly, across the salon- that I no longer get my discount. She was cutting a client's hair at the time. It went something like this:

Boss: Oh, Laura doesn't get a discount anymore.
Me: Really? I thought you had said it was okay.

Oh, I should explain. I have been out of work for about two months due to an elbow injury. A WORK injury. I initially filed workers comp a over a year ago when it happened, but quit after the first couple appointments because it was a pain and we have good insurance. So when I had to have surgery I had a talk with my boss to see that I could still work when it healed. She said it wouldn't be a problem. After I had surgery I told her that I didn't know how long the recovery would be, but I didn't foresee being able to massage this year. Again, no problem.

Back to convo (across the salon in front of a client):


Boss: Well, I'm not going have you come back.
Me: Really? I thought you had agreed to let me come back after physical therapy.
Boss: Well, you never told me how long you will be out, so I'm going to find another part time therapist.
Me: I told you it wouldn't be this year- they can't give me an exact date.
Boss: Well, I looked in the employee handbook and it says that after two months I can let an employee go.
Me: Yes, of course you can let me go. I'm just surprised- I thought we had this worked out.
Boss: I've been thinking about it for about the past month, and I'm not going to have you come back.
Me: Wow. That's a wonderful way to find out.

End of convo. She goes back to her client.

What the...?!?! She picked the wrong girl to mess with! Especially after my last few days! So, I left, then called and left a message for her to call me. I called back 30 minutes later and she was gone. I asked what time she was coming in tomorrow, but she's gone for the weekend. Her and her stupid quilting. So I ask for her phone number. The receptionist said "You cannot tell her I gave it to you. She doesn't want to talk to you". What the...?!?! Nothing like talking about it to other employees, not to mention being a big coward. So I called and left a message- something like this:

"Hey, it's Laura. I left you a message, and I know you got it. We need to talk about what happened today. I think it was complete bullsh**, and we need to sort it out. If you don't want to call me, please have Jeremy. I will expect to hear from one of you on Monday."

My tone was very professional (other than the one swear word)- not angry.

I said I would end with a good note. Earlier in the day I spent a few hours at the hospital training to be a volunteer. I am scheduled to do it one shift a week. However, with my surgery, getting fired, and not having a baby, I can pick up shifts every day! For real, I think it is something I will really enjoy doing.

Another good note: I will not take being fired (I saved them workers comp, and I have extremely loyal clients). So the incident lit a fire in me. I haven't felt this energized in weeks!

Hope you're all having a wonderful day!

Trump this...

I just wrote a big long thing but decided it can be summed up to this:

I got dumped today by my shrink.

Yup.
Seriously.
No shit.

I know some of my posts lately have been less than cheery, and, trust me, I aim to be a happy person, but this was the cherry on top of my shitastic day. (Thanks, J, for the term shitastic)

I wonder...

Do you ever think that God plays your life a certain way for the sole purpose of entertaining the angels in heaven? Follow me...I can't quite figure out why our adoption journey has been so bumpy. Today I was thinking about it and I thought maybe, just maybe, God is using us to entertain the angels. It's like one day He thought "Hey, everyone! Come gather on this cloud over Isabella Avenue. We're gonna have some fun!" Then he dangles a potentional adoption situation in front of us, and all the angels are on the edge of the cloud, waiting to see our reaction. We get all excited and the angels cheer. Then God says, "Now watch.", and he yanks the situation away. The angels gasp! They hold their breathe waiting for our reaction. ...this next part was my mom's input... All the angels pull out signs with our names on it and chant for us "Come on, Laura, you can do it!" We cry. The angels cheer to encourage us. We cry some more, but pick ourselves up and move ahead, our heads held high. The angels roar with excitement! ....back to my input... God then leads the angels to another cloud to play with another family. But just when we're getting back into a normal routine, He gathers the angels back above us and dangles another situation...it goes on...and on...

So, what does this story tell you? A) I'm feeling a bit cynical, but B) Angels are cheering us on! Thanks, Mom, for putting the angels on our side! In my version, they were just laughing. But I'm sure when God brings us our baby for real, the angels will throw a big party!

I should add: I truly do think things are meant to happen. If the reason we were brought into Oliver's life was to help his mother realize just how much she loves and needs her son, and nothing else, than I can live with that. She is an amazing person, and I know our Nik is going to have a wonderful life.