Oct. 3rd, 2005

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Dear Universe:

Was it not cruel enough to have the Athletics go down in such an ignominious fashion to, of all things, those posers from Anaheim? I mean, how can you reward the behavior of people who actually thought that renaming themselves "The Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim" was somehow clever? And the fact that they *want* to be associated with Los Angeles in the first place speaks volumes in and of itself.

I could live with that. Not happily, but I could be a big girl and suck it up. Then you do this to me. Forcing me to pick a side in a match between said marketing-challenged SoCalers and, my God, the New York Yankees?!? Are you so cruel? And why pick on me anyway?

My bluff is called; I will never root for The Hated Yankees, even under these circumstances. But I seriously protest. Surely my workload is punishment enough and yet now my down time has had something very rude done to it from a great height. Horrifying.

(Dear WhiteSox - once the Angels crush the Yankee's will to live, would you in turn take them down. Thanks!)

Thanks!

Huzzah!

Oct. 3rd, 2005 10:33 pm
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It's been exhausting lately, and I look up to see it is *October*. Rather frightening.

My sister and I took the little chaps to the Rennaisance Fair (I just know that is spelt incorrectly, but will claim artistic differences with the Dictionary and go on) yesterday. Sophie was in yet another one of her princess outfits (a shocking surprise) while Mr. Nicolas made a very dashing mini-privateer. Sophie was initially shy when all these strange huge men in funny outfits kept doffing their hats and bowing at her, but she got the hang of giving her grace and thanking them juuuuust a little quick for us. Tori and I again muttered about encourgaing Sophie's already healthy ego and attitude, but decided that we still had time to work with her. But after she turns four man, we'll really have to do something. Right.

Nicolas continues to be simply The Happiest Little Man on the Planet. He delighted in "arggg"ing at other pirates and cried out YO HO! sponatiously as the whimsey took him. He offically remains My Favourite Male, bless his coy little giggle. He was so taken with the jousting, it was wonderful. he cried out NEIGH at our champion's horse at every opportunity, and clapped wildly for the Black Night right on cue.

It was a very successful *and dusty) outing, but like a lot of things I do with the sis these days, there is that tenseness we are trying to fight as we count the days waiting for news as to what is going to happen to her family as a result of the merger. If my brother-in-law is offered a job with the owners, it will basically mean moving to Connecticut in January. At the risk of sounding very selfish, I cannot bear that. I will live with it if it happens, but it will be devistating. They don't want to move, but there are many reasons why it really will be a good thing, 100% having to do with Jason's career. I know it is selfish of me to just want them to stay here, but I have to wallow sometimes. And Tori is not happy with the idea, but will also make the best of it. It is just ironic that my sister and I, after years of open and vicious hostility, finally made it through some truly horrific trials to become close, only to be separated again. And of course, the fact that I have such an active role in the lives of her kids is a wonderful blessing I don't want to give up. I feel like it is borrow time now.

And with work so incredibly busy, I tend to get doubly agitated over 'losing time I have left' with them. That sounds silly on some levels - it is not like they are going to sponatneously combust on December 31 and vanish, but...yeah. Lots of great things are happening at work, but I have to admit the load is getting to be too much for me. And my admiting that is huge, lol. Luckily, my boss is keenly aware that I need more help - the question is getting it. We have land deals, and new hosptials, and another hosptial and a new cardiac program and and AND AND.... All exciting, all so good for the patient population, all needed in our community. But *damn* a magic wand would be nice about now. And in the middle of our company's 10 billion dollar building phase what happens? Yep - they decide that they need to completely reorganize the central department managing that porfolio. Complete with layoffs. Like what we need now is *distractions*, for goodness sake. I would say that 75% of my job is about politics and relationships and managing operational discussions to reach agreements. Doing that with a large number of the stakeholders scared for their jobs is just not fun.

I am going to spend the rest of the week burried in my number one geek love - hosptial operating modeling! I've building a program that will project the total census of people in the hospital, by type of bed, medical condition, surgical schedule, etc. (revels in the glorious geekiness and total usefulness of it all). And the scary thing? It will probably cheer me up. I always like a week that ends with something productive having been done. Although I have to present said model at a 7:30 am meeting to the doctors on Friday - talk about a mood killer.

Well that was a nice little catharsis. On a final happy note, we left the ren. fair with the niece and nephew delighted owners of puppets of themselves. It was scary - we found a princess puppet dressed in almost the exact same pink outfit with silver stars for SOphie, and a delightful pirate for Nico. It was worth it to see them totally engrossed with each other and the puppets, merrily playing and refusing to share their treats. Auntiedom rules - because after that I got to go home while Tori hearded them into the bath etc. Huzzah!

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