I LOVE April Fool's Day!!  That's the ONLY day I can act a fool and get away with it!  I started prepping for this day on March 31st.  I planted in Big Steph's and Ray's minds that there was a possibility that we would have to relocate.  I got the idea from one of my co-workers and I was going to carry it on and on until the end of the day, but I just couldn't contain myself.

First I told them that Karl's company had been absorbed by another company, which is technically true.  He started working with the new company on April 1st.  But the day before, I told Ray and Big Steph that he could be selected for the St. Louis, Missouri office instead of the Washington, DC office.  At first, Big Steph was like, oh so HE'S going to move.  I was like - we'll see. 

So the next day.  I called and said he got selected for the Missouri job and that he was going to start on May 5th.  I told them that our relocation expenses were being fully paid and that they were even going to pay for us breaking our lease.  I told them that we had temporary housing waiting for us and that I was going to quit my job since Karl was going to be making $40,000 MORE a year in a lower cost-of-living area.  I even googled some elementary schools and told Big Steph that they would be going to Adams Elementary when we moved and that "Ms. Stephanie" is helping me to get the kids transferred. 

I was ready for any questions and just answered them off the top of my head, digging myself deeper and deeper.  At one point, Ray said - "you lyin", but she was still waiting on me to say April Fools!  I ended up having to ease Big Steph's pain because she started to sound REAL sad!  So I ended it, but she was believing me! 


I got the kids and Karl by acting like my thumb was caught in the sliding door of the van.  Karl practically jumped across the seat to open the door and was mad when I said April Fools!  I know 6:00a.m. was a little TOO early for jokes, but it was HILARIOUS!!

Then I went to work and told my supervisor that I got another job offer that I wanted to talk to her about.  Shelly said, "yeah, you want to talk about this in the back room so I can kick your ass!!"  She totally loves me!  But I almost gave her a heart attack!  We've had so many people leaving, I don't think she would be able to take anymore!  I wonder what she'll do when I REALLY leave?
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Okay so Karl was in his "sexually frustrated" mood again.  He told me yesterday, don't be mad if I start to look elsewhere for sex.   I said, "okay, just make sure you introduce me to her and get her health records before you do anything!"

We actually did do some serious love making today.  I came home and by the time the kids were in bed at 8:30, I was asleep in the chair.  Karl had went to his co-worker's house to help with her with some software and when I woke up around 11:00, he still wasn't there.  I called him, he was picking up some ice cream and on his way home. 

So when he got here, he sits in the chair and he says "so do you think we can have sex on Saturday?"  I said, "how about right now, because this is as good as you gonna get it."  Yeah, I had to explain what I meant to him too.  I was basically saying that because.  I wasn't tired, I was wide awake.  My stomach didn't hurt.  I didn't have a headache.  I wasn't in pain from swim aerobics or walking.  I was actually feeling pretty good and I was definitely in the mood and it doesn't take that much to get him there, so we went to get in the bed.

I know it's hard for him.  And I hear this a lot when talking to George at work.  He says things like.."I have come to deal with not getting any, I understand that she's tired and the kids take a lot of her energy away, so I don't even bother anymore."  I REALLY don't want Karl to get to that point. 

The last few days, he's just been saying things like - "so can we do it tonight?"  "Okay, so when ARE you going to give it up?"  "Do I REALLY need to be asking for what's mine?"  "I mean, I'm tired of all the broken promises, so I won't even ask anymore."  I  know it's bad.  I've just been tired.  I don't know what to do about it.  I'm trying to stick with this swim aerobics thing.  I haven't been back to the nutritionist yet.  I'm afraid it's not working for me.  But then again....what do they say?.... "Rome wasn't built in a day."  Right?  So I'm just going to see it through.  But I'm been CRASHING when I get home.  That's hard on Karl.  Right now, I'm thinking that the more sex we have, the happier he will be when I need to take time to do my fitness thing.  We'll see how that works.

I mean, don't get me wrong, the sex is ALWAYS good with Karl. I don't think I would have married him if it wasn't.  I might just be THAT shallow.  I just need to do better from my end.

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Alright, so I have a new word for what I call our office.  Now someone else may have already come up with it, but it TOTALLY fits us.  We are totally "Profetto".  We are the epitomise the typical Professionally Ghetto office. 

We have two receptionists now.  One with NO FRONT TEETH (STILL!!  I think we need to take up a collection!) and the other just gets is a little rude.  Neither one of them will say their names when they answer the phone.  Probably so if they are rude or give some WRONG information, it won't be traced back to them.  At any given moment, you could probably find at least one or two of our employees with their shoes off and their feet up or sleep.  My supervisor constantly yells out -  "Man, FUCK, Man, Stupid assholes!!"  We got a sassy, young-looking, GRANDMA in her 50s, who cares more about how she looks than doing her work and will cuss you out if you try to get her to do it!  (I'm already on her SHIT LIST because I didn't hear her when she spoke to me or I didn't wave fast enough or something.)  And that's not ALL that makes our office ghetto, that's just a few things!

I mean, that also includes me.  I think I'm the MOST ghetto of them all.  I guess I could be considered loud.  I yell across the cubicles and my voice and my laugh kinda "carries", so it's even louder.  Sometimes I get frustrated and I'll inadvertently yell out bad words as if I have tourettes or something.  Lately I've been using - "DEVIL!!" and "SHITBALLS!!"  I got a few people in the office yelling out shitballs now.  I feel bad about that.

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Today I had to help give a presentation for one of our systems.  I actually wasn't the one GIVING the presentation, but I helped out with presenting the other things that our team came up with.  And we did a pretty good job.  Rob came by to help out (he is sooooo fine!!).   I want to think that he's doing this stuff just for me, but who knows.  We still haven't went out for drinks, but he did mention it again and wants to keep in touch when he leaves.  His new job is supposed to start on April 21st.  I'm soooo gonna miss his fine ass!!!

I told him I would take him out before he left.  I don't know about that so much now.  If I get to drinking, I might jump on him!  But he mentioned it the other day, so I might have to keep my word.  I don't mind though, I could look at him all day long!

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George is in pretty bad shape.  Shelly came to me before he came down to sit back in our office and told me to stop helping him.  The other day, she told me to help him.  Apparently he has 4 things that are "30 days overdue" and a few other things that are due like right now!  He's swamped and he doesn't know how to maximize his time.  Yeah, I don't either, but he's in worse shape than I am because he doesn't know what he's doing.  Rob had to come and help him with one of his vacancies that was such an easy fix.  I ended up fixing the other ones.  And he KNOWS that he doesn't know what he's doing and he just keeps insisting that this is where "they" put him and shouldn't even BE in this field.  Poor thing.  I don't know what to do with him.  So now I'm helping him out of his slump with Shelly's bleissing, but now he won't leave me alone.

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Rick has been stopping by a lot more lately now that Lara's down here.  He's been trying to apply for this job that I was helping him with and now he's DEFINITELY not going to get it because he didn't follow the instructions and submit the paperwork right.  As much as I actually like him, he's soooo stupid.  I wouldn't have wanted him to be on the interview list anyway because if he got that job, he wouldn't do no work.  He's been pretty okay with being lazy, the same way he was when he applied for the job without following instructions.

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Anyway, so I'm going to get some ice cream.  I know I shouldn't have any this late, but I'm going to be up for a little while longer.  I need to make sure my stuff is packed for swim aerobics tomorrow.  I'll talk to you again soon!

Hey beautiful! Sounds like you've got it goin' on, my friend. Can't say as I've ever heard the word "Profetto" before, but then again, I don't get out much.

It's great that you're sticking with your swim aerobics, Kris; GOOD FOR YOU!! I'm curious as to what's up with you being tired all the time, though; you're getting in better physical shape, so technically, you should have more energy. When's the last time you went for a full checkup? Are you getting enough protein? What about taking a multivitamin every day? Do you do that? Make sure you talk to your nutritionist about your low energy levels...

I'm off to do more visiting, but hey, if you like April Fool's jokes, you should pop by the Tree and check this out. I thought it was pretty decent. LOL

Well, have a great day and a great weekend, my friend. Hope to talk to you soon.

There's comprimise on both sides for sex. He needs to learn how to jerk off (it's not that complicated) or get a toy or something for when you're too tired. Bugging you about it 24/7 certainly won't help the mood.

G'mornin' Kris! Happy to you, my friend! Hope this week is better for you; just remember to breathe, sweetie... Just breathe...

Whew -- this post is chock full.
Get it off your chest girl.