My father told me I need to gamble.  How crazy is that?  I'm in this football pool at work.  Every week I submit my winners, by point spreads.  I am really good at this.  I don't know why I am.  I don't really watch football.  I watch the Eagles.  I watch the Super Bowl.  Yet out of 25 guys, I'm winning each week.  I don't know what my secret is.  It takes me about 5-10 minutes to fill them out.  I know nothing about other teams' quarterbacks, wide receivers, running backs, yards, etc,etc.  I do know I want a TO jersey :)  And I'm kicking ass in college football as well.  I know absolutely nothing about college football.  I wonder how long this will last.  My father is amazed at this.  I'm the same chick who didn't even understand how the game was played for about 20 years. 

Tomorrow I need to pack my cubicle.  I'm so sad and happy at the same time.  The IT department is moving to another location across the street.  I'm not really feeling the new office.  I will like that I don't have to talk to 40+ people per day.  People can stop asking me stupid questions.  That's the perk.  There's this new girl they hired.  She's supposed to be an analyst.  Knows absolutely nothing about Excel (which is what she works in.)  She didn't know how to center format a cell.  How sad is this?  Who assessed her IT skills?  She's a very nice person, but she is driving me nuts.  Trainer is not in my title.  Unfortunately I am the resident Excel expert.  Why me?

Tuesday is D-Day.  I'm taking DJ to the developmental pediatrician for his formal diagnosis of AS.  Actually that is just the beginning.  The first visit is play time.  How fun is this?  BTW, I did get him to sit down for like 15-20 minutes and play with some puzzles today.  How cool is that?