So, I had to go to this dumbass meeting for work today where they have all the Safety Managers for each store in our district come and tell us what we already know and then have to listen to people complain about how s**t in their stores isn't happening how it should... whatever! Then they bring our store managers there for the last hour so they can talk down to them in front of us. Like if they tell them all this stuff in front of us then we know that they know and they know that we know they know so there is no reason for it not to be happening... AGAIN whatever! So my boss, who is usually really cool and a funny guy is sitting next to me f**king around and keeps saying smart ass things in my ear while she is up there lecturing them like they are 5 year olds... and we are giggling. Then she tells us this GROSS story about a guy who worked out here for another company, not the one I work for, who was in some big room cleaning it, and in this room are like a bunch of blades that are used to chop up plastic or something and the machine got turned on while he was in there cleaning it and of course he gets chopped up into a million pieces and dies... and my boss leans over and whispers in my ear, "I guess he was creamated then"... hmmmm. In other news, my daughter who will turn 10 in 9 days, is officially a normal, pre pubescent, dramatic kid. Rich (my hubby) and I sat her down tonight and tried to have a logical conversation about how she needs to be more responsible, she is a big girl and needs to set a good example for her little brother, etc. So, the big issue tonight was how she has this normal kid affliction where she walks in the door and just drops everything in the middle of the floor instead of putting it away where it goes. So I finally talk him into trying to reason with her and get her to really think about the situation instead of just be pushy and impose more rules on her she won't want to follow, and so we ask her what does she think we should do to get her to pick up her stuff and put it away. Well, needless to say she breaks down in tears right away and is a big teary mess and cannot communicate in that state. So, I try to rationalize that it is much better to take the 3 or 4 minutes it would take to put your stuff away before you go out to play then to not put your stuff away and end up having to come in from playing early the next day as her punishment (she came up with it). Anyway, I can only deal with so much girly, hormonal crap before I get frustrated and Rich seems to have Ostrich Syndrome- keeping his head firmly planted in the sand - and well, anyway, enough complaining.OH!!, and definately sooooooooooooooo worried about my little bros... enough drama for you guys... Get better NOW!! Lots of hugs for you both! Night, VivianPS. I got called awesome today by two people I admire, so that was really COOL!!