It's too early for me to be up and coherent. 7:15 a.m. God. I never thought I'd get to a point in my life when I could be up at this unholy hour and be semi-concious (once again, my wonderful spelling skills at work). Sitting here at Job #1 waiting for others to join me. One definite advantage to being in here this early is I can get some decent internet time in. Not that I can't do that at Job #2, it just seems more rebelious to hop on our one internet ready computer in Customer Service (god forbid they spend the money to hook us all up) and check my email. Yeah, just call me James Dean.

Had the best weekend, not counting the events of Sunday. Saturday I woke up, said to myself, "Wendy, you need to do something different today." So I did. I jumped in my car and drove 3-1/2 hours to Ocean City, MD. The weather was perfect and there were a surprising number of people on the boardwalk. It was so nice to just sit there, watching the ocean, taking in the sun (got a little red, but that's always an issue for us blondes) and just enjoying the day the way I wanted to. Sigh, I wish I could do that more often. Lately I've had this feeling that I need to DO something. Be different. Shake things up a little bit. I don't know, I guess I feel like I'm in a rut. Sigh, if anyone has any good ideas to get me out of this rut, I'd be glad to hear them.

On that note, I better run. I still have some stuff to do before the office snoops get in here and tell on me for being on the internet. Yeah, I work at such a wonderful place (sarcasm people, sarcasm).

Have a good Tuesday and with that, I say good bye.