The Stream of Whatever

One thousand, five hundred and sixty-five.

That’s how many blog-related emails were waiting in Outlook on May 5th. The Fourth could no longer be with me or help.

I deleted them all.

Yes, I did that.

There’s no way I could attend to one thousand, five hundred and sixty-five emails.

Sorry blogger buddies, don’t take this personally.

I’ve been gone Monday through Thursday the last two weeks. The weekends have flown by. I’ve been packing, unpacking, doing laundry, re-packing, eating out a lot, driving a lot, sitting in a classroom a lot, trying to catch up with regular work a lot, having some adult refreshment in between.

Last December, I did this crazy thing where I interviewed for my own job so that I could get a promotion and be a stuporvisor supervisor of two people. I spent most of my life not being one of those, but now I am. And for that, I was awarded six days of new supervisor training in our State Capitol of Madison. The training was excellent. Besides learning a few things I already knew and much that I didn’t know, we had great teachers and got to participate in fun team building exercises. (I found out that I’m fairly good at being “the leader,” but not so good at shooting solo cup baskets with marshmallows.)

Fridays, back at the office during these two weeks, were long and arduous, but I feel as though I have somewhat of a grip on things. Maybe. That’s all I can ask for of late.

This week is one dedicated to our regional employees and we have stuff planned that involves “good job” awards, length of service awards and food. You can’t go wrong with food…right? Public employees don’t often get the praises and raises they deserve, so this is a little something that goes a long way in telling them they are truly appreciated.


I’m hoping to get back to normal this week. I missed my Wednesday “church ladies” group the entire month of April and have not been getting to the gym or yoga. I bought actual, real food at the grocery store this weekend, with the intent that I would be home to eat it. And I went for a bike ride with my biking partner,18 miles, killed the thighs, felt glorious. In case you were wondering how the photo played into this post…

The kids are back to their crazy feline selves. Gibbs must have missed me because when I left to go biking, I could hear him crying the song of separation anxiety through the patio door screen. “Where are you going, mom? Don’t leave me, mom! Are you coming back, mom?” Poor guy, he’s such a momma’s boy.

Did I tell you during the two weeks away, I found the hotel rooms pretty comfy and that I was never once awakened by a wet nose and “meow!” in my face at 4:30 am? It’s true! I felt like I actually slept until the cell phone alarm went off.

One last thing…

I’m still working on eating slower, chewing my food, avoiding indigestion. Except, I was eating a salad at a restaurant on Friday during lunch when a male employee walked by (he was not my waiter) and asked “Did you taste that?” I looked up and went “Huh?” He said, “You inhaled that salad.”

I did? Really? I didn’t think I did, but it appears I still have some work to do.

Speaking of eating, it’s time for dinner and time to end this Sunday stream of whatever.

16 responses to The Stream of Whatever

  1. loisajay says:

    He was watching you eat?! He must have aced marshmallow basketball….. Sleeping without a wet nose to wake you…a good but guilty feeling of enjoyment. Welcome back, Mary.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      It’s good to feel some sort of normalcy again, Lois. Still have lots of busy things to do, but at least I’m home and Gibbs is now watching me eat instead of that guy.

  2. Dan Antion says:

    I don’t blame you in the least for deleting the emails. It’s really cool that you got out on your bike. Hopefully the pile of work gradually shrinks this week, Gibbs forgives you and you get back to that normal interrupted sleep pattern.

    I’m glad the classes were good. Personally, I think leadership skills are more important than basketball, but I’m not very athletic.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Ha! The normal interrupted sleep pattern has seen three consecutive days and will cotinue for an undetermined amount of time or until the job sends me away again.

      I’m in agreement. I’ll let the 7′ giants play basketball. Have a great week, Dan.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Thanks Maggie! I used to be able to keep up with the email notifications, but it has been increasingly difficult to check out everyone’s blog all the time. I hope no one is ever offended by that.

      As for that guy, he certainly wasn’t getting a tip for his comment. 🧐

  3. joey says:

    Sometimes you just need to wolf down a salad! No shame! πŸ˜‰ *says she who inhales Caesar salad so fiercely, she shuts her office door to eat* Put the napkin over my blouse a la bib, shake that sucker, and get down on it!
    I’ve been hunting Nourish Bowls. Have you seen these? Mentor has gotten two and they look like close-the-door lunch as well. The ones I found didn’t sound as appealing as hers…
    Anyway, glad you’re back! Yay!
    I’m glad you had the nice sleeps, and I’m glad you make good in your work.
    I never can read them all, not any day, never. Each day, I must pick and choose and delay.
    This is the way of life, choices.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      I eat too fast out of habit and being in a hurry and from stress. I don’t even realize I’m doing it, except I did when my mom used to tell me. My brother suffers from the same condition, except I think he’s worse.
      I will have to look for the Nourish Bowls and check out ingredients. If it has dairy or gluten or too much tomato, it’s a no go for me. If not, then I might try one, if I find one. While I read/delete the next 1,000 emails. πŸ˜‰

  4. Shelley says:

    Congratulations on your promotion and that you gave the marshmallow toss a try! You’ve shown true leadership in your ability to weed out the excess emails. I need to do that! I’m sure someone suggested this along the way, but to help with indigestion, and eating slower, it has been known to work if you place the fork on the plate in between bites and chew 30 times before swallowing. I’ve heard that advice doesn’t work for cats, though. Sorry. Hope you’re having a wonderful week!

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Part of being a leader is delegating, so I delegated the many emails to the trash bin. I’m sure a few were from your posts, Shelley, so sorry about that. I hope to get back to regular blogging and visitation by the end of the month. Crazy days!

      I will add the fork advice to my ating plan and I’m looking for a smaller plate too, so I stop building industrial size salads that take me forever to chew. The chewing slow and long has been the biggest issue due to a lifelong habit, but I’m dedicated to turning that around.

      • Shelley says:

        LOL – I would never wish for you to feel bad about missing one of my posts! I ramble everyday! Enjoy the accomplishments of the week, you deserve to keep the balance you need in life. That’s being smart! I can speak to the fork to plate technique – Mr. used it when we went to Jamaica and lost 2 pounds, I only gained 1.5 (I ate more sweet potatoe chips than he did). Normally we both gain 5-6 #’s each!! Ah, yes, though life-long habits die hard. Take care!

  5. Joanne Sisco says:

    Wow Mary – you’ve been on a roller coaster ride! That’s a frantic pace you’ve been maintaining. Hope things calm down for you to enjoy the summer months ahead (assuming summer eventually arrives 😏)
    Poor little Gibbs. I had no idea he cries like that when you leave. omg – I would really struggle with that if Theo did that 😿

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Yeah, Gibbs is a talker and a crier. I don’t know why he’s like that, but I’m sure he’s glad mom is basically back to the normal routine.
      I’m going to start enjoying the rest of spring on Friday afternoon, when the neighbor and I tak ed some time off to attend a craft beer festival. Woohoo! πŸΊπŸ»πŸ™‚

  6. leendadll says:

    I’m hoping most of those emails were just wp notifications, not actual emails. If so, you can disable those somewhere (I don’t recall where, just that I did it a long time ago).

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