Today I learned the difference between a family crest and a coat of arms. 

One would think this would be common sense for someone who loves history as much as I do, but don't judge me. There are so many details that it is easy to get lost in the different time periods and locations.

My husband and I were having a conversation about this last night. In all of my schooling, I think most history classes ended with WWII, maybe shortly after, providing a brief touch on the Vietnam war. But it was always rushed at the end of the semester. 

But oh, the history of so many foreign places and the many, many details that are easily glossed over... but I digress. 

In my research for Madamn, I was searching for her coat of arms. Surely a family such as hers would have one. 

Aaaand I found two. Or so I thought. Turns out, both websites had sources to verify their information, I was getting confused by not distinguishing the family crest from the coat of arms. 

So if you are like me and not sure the difference, a family crest is a much more simple design that is often found within the family coat of arms. 

Again, both websites were able to provide sources and verify these images as belonging to the Prondre family, so while the design doesn't seem to match perfectly, I can absolutely see it. 

Prondre Family Crest

Prondre Family Coat of Arms

Sometimes Paula Can Be Sweet... Other Times Not So Much

Wow, what a week! I'm amazed that I have so many Paula stories this week! 

While my TS is often active, it's not often that something "new" happens. Paula has gotten used to her same old tricks. 

After being such a snot to my coworkers, Paula decided to fix her reputation and do something kind of sweet. Yesterday as I was leaving for work, my husband told me he loved me. Before I had a chance to respond, Paula decided to pop up with her version of "I love you.' 

Which means, she had the right tone and timing as if I had said it, but didn't quite get the words. They were squeaks that sounded like I had said it. 

Turns out, she just has her favorites. 

She was super sweet to my husband, but by the time I got to work and throughout the day, Paula became quite mean to me.

My physical tics were all over the place and quite strong. 

I was getting quite sore from the repetitious moving and jerking. Looking back, it might have been due to the caffeine I had that I don't usually consume. For this very reason. However, I hadn't slept well the night before and was worried about being able to, you know, function. 

Luckily, turns out I was able to find something that helped by the afternoon. 

Once upon a time, I got really into essential oils, so I have a bunch, mostly collecting dust because I don't use them too often. However, I happened to have a small bottle with me since I had also already woken up sore and was willing to take a bottle just to see if I could get my muscles to relax. 

Since I didn't know what I would need, I just grabbed the whole box of 10 oils I have and ran out the door to work.

I put on some Frankincense oil when the tics started to get really bad and to my great relief, things calmed down AND I managed to stay awake and function during the rest of work. 

I might have to carry this stuff around more often, just in case.

Bonus Post! Paula's a Jerk

I know I usually post on Saturdays, but today Paula was a bit of a jerk, but it was also kind of funny and I had to share. 

Today at work, a couple of ladies that I work with where talking about a customer. While one of them (we'll call her V) was at lunch, the customer was shocked to learn that V is retiring in April. They even went so far as to say, "But she's younger than I am and I'm not retiring! She's younger than YOU and YOU aren't retiring!"

This was said to another coworker (we'll call her J), who is retiring next year because she is, in fact, a year younger than V. 

So as J and V were discussing this conversation, J says to V, "It's because you have less wrinkles than I do..."

At which point, Paula jumps in with her "laughing" tic. Luckily, neither J nor V heard this outburst over their own conversation, but the entire group of ladies that I work with turned to me with wide eyes and open mouths.

My own eyes bulged as I turned deep red, covering my mouth as soon as I realized what was being implied. I was so embarrassed!