Funniest Thing I Saw This Weekend

What's wrong with saying "speed bump" like the rest of the world? :)

The Funniest Thing I've Heard All Day

Sleazy Professor: Hey Sweetheart! How are you today? I thought about you last night..

Cute Female Staff Member: Hello. Fine. I have something for you..

SP: (grin becomes ridiculously wide) Oh really??? Well I've got something for you too, gorgeous!

CFSM: Yeah.. (Hands him a printout of the sexual harrassment policy) I saw this and immediately thought of you...

Heh. Heh heh.
This came from another lunchtime discussion at work.. what we'd like to say to a few certain people who shall remain nameless...

It's Love

Work today was so aggravating that I have nothing further to say about it (that NEVER happens), so I'll skip to the good stuff..

After work, A3 and I went to Marble Slab and ate ice cream, and then went to our new favorite store-- TRACTOR SUPPLY!! We bought a new latch for Trigger's stall, and then went back to their house to install it. It went something like this:

Tractor Supply: 20 minutes
Searching for the drill: 1 hour
Searching for the drill bits: 45 minutes
Trying to get the stupid drill to work: 1 hour, 15 minutes
Putting on the frikkin latch with a g.d. screw driver: 15 minutes

... all this while listening to A3's twin brother tell me how the reason I was having trouble is because I am a girl, and girls don't know how to use power tools. Gawd, if I didn't love that kid.. ;) It was fun though. They are good kids, especially my lil A3. I swear I would clone her if I could.

So then I went out to the round pen to fetch my big baby, and the coolest thing happened! When I bought him, the former owner told me that he was hard to catch in the pasture and that he always ran away. Well when I went into the pen today, he trotted up to me to say hello, and then when I walked away from him and headed to the other side of the pen to pick up some wood and stuff that I wanted to throw away so he wouldn't step on it, he followed me. He continued to follow me around everywhere I went, sniffing my shoulders and trying to get my attention.

Ahhhh.. he likes me! And I've had him less than a week! This is only after 2-3 hours of Parelli stuff, and even that just the basics of grooming and "Friendly Game." Yay.

And tomorrow morning I am off to FLorida.. I will enjoy the trip, but I will miss the Trig for sure. :)

Picky Eater?

SO.. my menu for dinner tonight:
1 pork chop and 1 salad with raspberry dressing
Ok, right? Nothing too strange there.
A glass of red wine. Still not too weird.

And then I realize that I am still hungry and I am in desperate need of a pimento cheese sandwich. Because sometimes nothing will suffice except pimento cheese. Nothing.

It is a bit interesting with the red wine, but not bad-interesting.

I am on L's computer at the moment, with Barney the yellow lab guarding the door. He loves to lie in the doorway like a big yellow sphinx or sit like a gargoyle, while the other dog, Denver, grins like an idiot and tries to lick everything in the room simultaneously.

It must be great to be a dog.

Funniest thing I heard all day:

A coworker reading the riot act to the supply salesman because the new chair she ordered doesn't work. The height doesn't adjust properly, so you sit down, you hit the floor. You stand up, the chair rises with your butt. It s most bizarre.

So today wasn't so funny. Better luck tomorrow.

New Feature: The Funniest Thing I've Heard All Day

"Her skirt was so short, she needed a hair net."
--from an actual conversation with my workmates over lunch. I nearly choked on my quesadilla.

:P

Not Stupid, Just Neurotic

Ok. Buyers remorse has run its course, and I am officially the happiest girl in the world. Trigger is AWESOME. I LOVE him. :D And I think he is starting to like me. He let me clean his feet today, which he wouldn't do yesterday. He is still afraid of the bug spray bottle, though. Have to work on that.

And I am starting the Parelli DVDs tonight. I can't wait to work with him. I am sure that we will be the best of friends for the next 25 years or so. I made an impulse decision to buy him, which probably wasn't the smartest thing in the world, but he represents the one thing I have always wanted more than anything-- I was a born horse nut. So I have everything I want for once.

There's a novel idea.

Anyway, tomorrow I am going to have my hair done, and after that, I'm going to work. After that I'm going to see Trigger again and maybe start working on the fence with A 1,2,& 3. M is coming next weekend to trim the horses' feet, and this weekend is my dad's wedding!

Life is good, even if I am slightly neurotic. I guess that's ok.

Meet Trigger..

Exhibit A, or Why I Spent Too Much Money. He's gorgeous, and much more manageable today. I think he was just afraid yesterday, and maybe I will be able to deal with him after all. Now, whether I can afford to keep him remains to be seen.
Here's A3 and her new horse, Sundance (aka Spike).
He's such a pretty boy!!! :)

I'm Stupid

Well folks, I think I've really done it this time.

Today I bought a horse. And not just any horse. A 16 hand 3-year-old Palomino quarter horse. Who is green. And I mean GREEN. He's afraid of me and I'm afraid of him.

And I dropped $1800 in one stupid impulse purchase. It's probably the stupidest thing I've ever done. And now I can't sleep for thinking about how stupid a thing it was to do.

Hell.

But he is still the most beautiful horse I've ever seen. Maybe he will come around. He is only 3 after all..

friday

Well.

I've had a productive day. My house is clean, my shopping is done, and I even watched a movie.. "Shall We Dance?"
Normally I am not a big fan of Richard Gere.. or Jennifer Lopez's acting ability, but I liked this movie. Probably because I've secretly always wanted to learn to dance. Like, real dancing that doesn't involve dollar bills.. before anyone decides to be smart. ;)

Anyway, the movie had one of the best lines I've heard in a long time:
.."f--- you all. And football sucks." I laughed so hard I almost fell off the couch.

A1 and A3 are supposed to be coming to spend the night tonight, but I havent seen them yet. I am beginning to think they are going to be a no-show again.

So.. I am going to look up good recipes for dinner tomorrow night when L gets home...

At Last...

Only another day and a half until L and the boyz get back... I can't wait!
So I finally found a dress today. It's much prettier than the pic.. I got lucky- only $35. So I am going to buy the shoes to go with it tomorrow.
Other news: Band practice was great tonight. Everybody was on their game and we set our little studio on fire. Especially C on those horns, and the sax. Yikes. It was awesome. We worked up a few new songs, played a few we 've been working on, took lots of notes. Generally a very productive session.

I talked on the phone to L on the way home, then fired up the laptop when I finally made it in the door (dodging the somewhat murderous cat on the way in-- he is angry with me for locking him away from my shoe collection all day). Of course, I had to reset the router about 4 times, and then wait for my super slo-mo computer to catch up.

C'est la vie, I suppose..
Tomorrow: busier than work, but more fun.

The Cat that Ate S.C.

And another thing.

My cat is the most neurotic creature I believe I've ever seen. He eats my shoes. Chews them like a dog would. I am getting very very tired of losing my favorite shoes to the feline menace.

I'm not sure what it is about my shoes that he gets excited about, but I had to rescue a lovely pair of white high heeled sandals from him this morning. Quite frustrating.

Oh, and still no dress for the wedding. Grrrr. And now I will probably have to buy shoes, too, to avoid having to wear a pair with teethmarks on them.

Tonight: Band practice. Tomorrow: Sleeping late, shopping, and cleaning house!

Bunco and Other Anomalies

Last night was a veritable whirlwind, as I knew it would be. A, A, & A came over and A1 and A3 went with me to see the horse. Of course A3 loved him, so he's going to be her horse. I knew she would love him.. what's not to love? So I am still looking for a horse. And everybody I talk to has one for sale, but it's not what I'm looking for. Lots of paints and quarter horses that are 20 years old. Not what I'm looking for at all. But I digress.

It was cute watching little A3 feed the horse treats. Her eyes were like saucers. I'm happy that she's happy. She's a sweet girl.

So then A1 and I went to Bunco. It was much more fun than I anticipated. I met lots of people that I had met once or twice before, and got to know a lot of them better. There are some cool people there. I was probably the youngest person though, and I think I was the only one without children. Children-- they all had teens. And my catty-woman-alert-meter went off a few times, as can be expected anytime there are more than 3 women in one place at one time. But it was fun talking and laughing and drinking with all of them.

Not to mention that I won the pot. $45 for a night of having fun ain't bad. And lots of the ladies there have horses and said I could ride with them sometime. We'll see... but overall I am glad I went.

Even if I didn't get much sleep last night. At least I'm not zombified like yesterday.

Where is my stopwatch???

No time to write today, but I must say:
a list

1) Still no dress for the wedding.

2) I'm playing Bunco tonight, Lord help me. I've never played, though my friend says it is loads of fun. I've only ever heard of it in terms of little blue haired ladies. We'll see.

3) Going to look at a horse first, though. Same horse I've seen, but I think A is going to buy him, so I am still SOL on that front.

4) At least the boss is back at work and I won't be quite so swamped for the rest of the week. Which is like, one day. Heh.

5) I miss L. My house is as boring as an OMB circular without him. Extra points if anyone besides me and a select few research administrators who can tell me what an OMB circular is.

6) Me and Tylenol PM do not mix. Period. No takebacks. I took it last night at 9:30 and I have felt like the walking dead all day.


And that's the list folks. Stay tuned.. tomorrow is the Bunco report.

Low Fashion

I have discovered a few things lately.. namely, that I don't like staying by myself, and that I don't like shopping so much anymore.

Perhaps if there was anything in the stores that was worth looking at, or that was remotely flattering, I would feel differently about it. As it is, everything in fashion right now is so ugly that I am honestly somewhat afraid to touch it, afraid the ugly will rub off on me. A list, if you will:

1) Everything is made out of cotton jersey knit (tee shirt material for those of you who don't know your fabrics). Everything. Pants. Dresses., Jackets. Jewelry. I wouldn't be surprised if they had a jersey knit wedding dress out there somewhere. And it would cost $5,000,000 and fall apart the first time it was cleaned.

2) Everything looks like it came straight from the ghetto. Cheap, scratchy net fabric with embedded glitter that gets all over everything. Cheap, tight sausage casings (with glitter!) masquerading as dresses, with rhinestone brooches that are too heavy and drag the front of the dress down like some sort of sparkly anchor. "Business suits" that are actually pathetic excuses for suits of any kind, that could never be worn to any office I've ever worked in.. chintzy fabric, unlined, skirts that barely cover your assets, and jackets that bulge in the wrong places, festooned with lace and ruffles and crap.

3) And the Stripperella look is definitely in. Sorry, but I am not wearing a tube skirt and pasties tied together with glittery string to my father's wedding. And I am not that conservative. Far more conservative than my sister, but not that conservative. It's ridiculous.

4) Every article of clothing on the racks now is made for someone with a heroin-meets-anorexia figure. If you have breasts or (god forbid) a rear end, and you aren't 14 feet tall, you're going to look positively dumpy (or obscene) in any and every dress you try on. There isn't even anything middle-of-the-road. It's either ugly, cheap-fabric old lady clothes with elastic waistbands, or ugly, cheap-fabric, ghetto stripper outfits from the Juniors department.

Maybe it's time I stepped up and stopped shopping at the same places. Of course, that means i'll have to start traveling to shop (Atlanta, Commerce, Charlotte), but... well ok. It would be worth the trip if I could find a few pieces of clothing that didn't make me look like the roly poly stripper from the lower east side.

Wrong Again

I should be so used to being wrong by now that it should stun me when I'm right. T decided not to sell the horse after all. So I'm looking at another one. I don't blame her, I wouldn't sell that horse either, but it is disappointing. I really did like the mare.

Oh well. Eventually I will find one.

L is in Florida and I am bored already. My butt is sore from horseback riding yesterday, and I'm going again tomorrow, I think. I hope. And maybe tomorrow I can talk to the guy who owns the new horse I want to see if I can buy from him before someone else does, or he changes his mind. We'll see.

Not much more to talk about.. maybe later.

Birthday Present

Yessssss, preciousssss, I have always wanted one of these! L had it out on the counter yesterday when I got up. He is so cute.. he was playing with it after he got up at 7 am, and the resounding crash I heard from the kitchen while still in bed was him making sure the bowl lift worked. He came back into the bedroom to make sure I was still in bed, with a sheepish smile on his face.

Groggily I wondered why he was making so much noise, but I went back to sleep. When I finally rolled out of bed a few hours later, there it sat on the counter. Of course I had to use it right away. I took him to see Amber, my new-horse-to-be, and then we went to Publix for supplies. I made french bread yesterday (which is one of L's favorite things to munch on) and today I am making peach cobbler, with the peaches I brought home from work.

It smells really good. I'm taking it over to A&A's.

Last night we went out to dinner, but our table for 10 was not needed-- none of my friends showed up. That ALWAYS happens anytime I plan anything, so I have decided that this is the birthday that changes things. I will plan nothing else. I will go to my friends' parties and enjoy myself when I feel like it, but there will be no more busting my hiney to put on a good show, and then sitting there and eating my hors d'ovuers by myself.

L and I had a delightful dinner, complete with wine pairings for each course and dessert. My dessert was a double chocolate torte with strawberries, and it came with a shot of milk in a little cordial glass.

Overall, it was great, and I am struck once again with what an excellent boyfriend I have. He makes every event and every situation better, no matter what the circumstances. He is funny and delightful and completely (unintentionally) sexy.

Hmmm.. a moment of thought and contemplation for that...
:D

And now I'm off to dry my hair and take the cobbler out of the oven and get going to A&A's house for dinner.

I was wrong.. THIS is my horse

Say hello to Amber.. She's a Kentucky Mountain Horse, and she's adorable and shortly will be MINE. :)
Pretty girl....
She's got a great personality and likes to be petted..

Word.

I finally talked to Mom last night around 8:30ish. She did get to see the doctor, but he didn't really have much to tell her other than he needed to run some more blood tests. Big surprise there,... that she had to wait all day for him to tell her nothing, and that more tests need to be done.

The stress of this whole thing is really getting to me. I keep thinking of all of the things that have already gone wrong and all the things that could yet go wrong, and I start feeling like I've been flattened by a Mack truck. How long can this go on? How long can she sit there in the condition she's in? And why, why, WHY can't my family give the JW crap a rest?

L told me last night to tell them all that I've decided to become a Mormon like my boyfriend. Tee hee. That would definitely at least get some attention. Unfortunately, more attention is not what I'm after. I would prefer that they just forget that religion ever existed in relation to me. Me and Jesus are all right. Leave it at that.

I really hate not knowing anything about what's going to happen with Mom. I can't really make any plans and it is hard to get on with work when I'm not sure when I will have to leave town again. And I don't (do. not.) understand the decisions people in my family make...

My aunt's decision to take GM to NC and leave her there.. If she were taking her back, I'd be okay with it, but leaving her there seems stupid to me. For one thing, she wants to go back to AR to be with GF and Mom, and for another, if she is staying at the farm, she will be out weeding her flower beds by herself, and is likely to hurt herself.

My sister's taste in men... Need I say more? ; }

The entire family's refusal to apply logic to their religion. I really wonder how an intelligent person can believe some things. Like that a collosal guilt trip will convince someone to alter the course of their life. Or that there is anything anyone can say that will excuse their shunning me for the last 10 years because of the opinion of someone they've never even met. I'm not bitter. I'm not even angry anymore, really. I'm just extremely effing bored with their religion and everything to do with it.

And I'd give just about anything to be back in bed right now. I have a headache and my stomach hurts. Is it time for something good to happen yet???

My birthday is next week... I can't decide if that's supposed to be a happy thought or not.

Madre Mas

GF & GM hanging out in Mom's room..
Mom with a heat pack for her arm (this was the day they put in the pick line, so her arm was sore).
GF is trying to figure out what mom has done to her sleep machine.
Mom is bored..

The Place where GM & GF are staying..

I am getting pretty good at taking pictures of myself.. Here I am with the 1942 kitchen sink full of 1942 dirty dishes.
I couldn't believe my eyes.. it's not only an old rotary phone.. it's a chocolate brown rotary phone!
Everything in this house is ancient, right down to the utterly charming collection of cups and glasses straight out of 1942.
I guess that this is the heater. It's on the wall in the bathroom and reminds me of something sinister from Star Wars.
The only bad part about this 40-s museum? It's almost wall-to-wall JW publications. They're in every stray nook and cranny. This made Grandmother indescribably happy.
This is the quilt on the bed I slept on.. I love the quilt, though the mattress it covered was as hard as a rock.

i. hate. road. trips.

Ok, I have been driving for two solid days. I spent last night in a fleabag of a Comfort Inn. The only reason I stayed there is because they advertized that they had internet access, and I was in the middle of BFE. However, their staff wouldn't know the internet if it bit them in the ass, and their network was not in existence as far as I could tell.

This morning as I was checking out, I told the guy at the desk that his network wasn't working. He sneered down his ample belly at me and said "Well it only works in the lobby." I pointed to my laptop and said I tried that, it still doesn't work.

"Weyulll. Nobody else has complained."

I looked into the lobby, which was full of grizzled old forest rangers and truckers, watching the morning news and drinking the nasty, kerosene-flavored coffee they were passing off as a "continental breakfast."

"No wonder. I'm the only one here with a computer, genius."

I am still shaking my head over that one. Sheesh.

Got the papers filed, etc etc. Went by the farm, which is a sad sight for sure, with the weeds grown up and the place all hot and dirty. I am worried that the dog is not going to make it.. Doesn't look like she has been eating. If I'd had room in the car, I would have brought her home with me. As it is, I still may. I'll just have to endure another 8 hours on the road if I want to do it.

L bought a DVD projector and a movie screen while I was gone. It's like he has his own movie theatre now, and he is talking about taking it over to A&A's house to watch movies out on their deck.

Ok, I am going to post pics now..

Hurry Up and Wait

Last night I couldn't sleep.. again. The bed was hard, my mind was going 100mph, .. same shit, different day. Got to sleep around 1, GM woke me up around 5:30 or 6, to come to the hospital. The doctor was supposed to come this morning, but so far (1:25 pm now) we haven't seen him.

We went down to have mom's line put in. It must have been painful, but the guy who did it was way cool. He reminded me of Pat Parelli, the horse trainer guy. Anyway she has a line now.

And now we're back to sitting here waiting for the doc. GM has a problem with her right arm being numb. She can't use it today, and she says her jaw aches. I am worried about the possibility of stroke or something cardiac, but so far she hasn't talked to the doc either.

I'll post again later, when I know more, and have pics. ;)

Ok...

I feel much better. Muuuuuuuuuch better. I slept for hours and hours, took a shower last night AND this morning, and ate room service for dinner... I'm still tired, but I feel much better than I did last night. I'm going back to the hospital in a few hours, but I don't have to check out of the hotel for another few hours, and I am taking advantage of it.

There's not much more to report this morning, but I'll post more info as I find out. And more pictures, of course.

More Mom

Paradise

Mother (of the many failed IVs) looking at her creative memories book and reading each of her captions out loud. She is really funny sometimes. Never a dull moment, at least. I love her, even when she tortures me all day.
Paradise...
Even better... Room Service
If you had someone like this sitting in YOUR hospital room, what would YOU do? Thank God for the Hilton!

dysfunction overdrive

I can't be coherent right now, so, a list:
1) My mother is in a serious mess, and needs emergency surgery asap. She HAD to go 12 hours from home and family to have the surgery, for unexplicable reasons. In short, she has orchestrated a mess the likes of which the world has never seen, and now expects me to clean it up. I am a terrible person because it makes me unbearably angry to be in this position. No sleep, no decent food, and no help. I am desperately worried about her, and I have dropped everything in my life to come out here and help her, and somehow that is not enough.
2) My mother has gotten bored in her hospital room and is now enjoying torturing the hellfire out of me. She MUST go through all of her bills and talk about how "turrable" everything is. Oh weyull, we is jest cuntry fowks. (bleah.) She must read everything out loud, and she must spill roll-on deodorant on herself for no apparent reason. She must shout at people on the television screen. "OH! OH NO, NOOOO mister! DAHWN'T DEEEWWW TTHAYUT!!!" She must make the most annoying noises she can come up with.. whooo! whoo! Whheeeeeooohww! It is fake and unnecessary and she is doing it just to piss me off. When that stops working, she starts trying to move around like she isn't supposed to do, looking me in the eye and pulling on the side of her bed.. "uuuuuunh! UUUUUNNNHHHH!"
Why can't she just be normal for more than one day? Why can't she let me rest without making me rearrange her stuff in a drawer for the fifth time? It is especially bad when I am talking on the phone. If my attention isn't focused solely on her, she starts acting like some kind of brainless.. like a ginea. You know, those spotted chicken things with brains the size of pencil erasers.
I feel like I am being mean, but I am so exhausted and I really need a break.
3) Or whatever number I am on now. She asked me after I got off the phone with M if L was jealous of M and my friendship. I said no, and she said that he should be. Why I don't know. I think she is just trying her best to piss me off. Really, I do. Then she said that she resents L because he "won't marry me." Jeezus fucking christ, give me a fucking break. I am not some desperate old maid who has to demand that somebody marry me, or trick and coerce someone to marry me. Second, it is not her business to resent anything. She sure loved the hell of out J, who treated me like shit. No matter how many times I express to her that she is to stay out of my relationships, I still don't think she has ever fully recognized that I am not an extension of her.
4) One of the docs came in this morning and said that it might be three weeks before they can do the surgery. We should have a better time frame by Tuesday when she sees the surgeon again. If it is going to be more than a week, I am going to have to go home and come back later. I absolutely cannot do this for three weeks. The past four days have felt like four years. Maybe things will look better tomorrow. I got a room at the Hilton, where I am going to turn off the phone, take a long, hot shower, and sleep for 16 hours. Or longer.
I will definitely be posting again later... it isn't as if there is a lot to do around here. Besides sit and be tortured, that is.

NYYARRRE+GGGH!!!++

Ok, I am just having one of those days. For instance, every word in that first sentence had to be typed at least twice to get it right. Meh. Everything has pissed me off, but not overtly.. just enough to make me a little bitchy. But just bitchy to myself, not bitchy out loud. Which is really worse, if you happen to be inside my head, which I do happen to be.

That made no sense.

Whatever.

Some days I should just roll over and go back to sleep.

Neighborhood Party..

Last night was our first neighborhood party.. It was... interesting. Nice people, but all older than us.. Even if not physically older, they were very much mentally older. If that makes sense.

There was dancing, but the only dance anyone knew was the electric slide. If that gives you any idea. It was okay, but not as much fun as I expected.

This morning I am just being lazy and checking ebay to see if I won the stuff I am bidding on. Looks like I will get both items. I may practice my guitar some, finish doing the laundry, but not much else.

Look at This Guy..

Toby is terribly cute. He has pretty blue eyes... This is Jasper, the Percheron we went to see yesterday. He may be coming to live with Abi..
This is the Monster, of course. Enjoying the sunroom.
Toby again.. He's such a cool horse..

Horse Crazy Again

I don't think you ever outgrow it. Once a horse gets under your skin, he stays there. Here's my pics from this weekend: My friend, Joy, just got this handsome boy. He's a thoroughbred, and he was started as a racehorse. He's afraid of the starting gate, but will make an excellent show horse. Joy got the deal of the year on him, too. Lucky.
This is Regan, M's mustang draft horse.
This guy just might be my new horse, at some point. He's a Medicine Hat Tobiano, and his eyes are very, very blue.
Here's Roadie, just before he started trying to eat my hat.

Misery Loves Coffee

I have a splitting headache and a sore throat. This is not unusual. I usually wake up feeling like this, as a matter of fact, and I am altogether sick and tired of it. I checked WebMD and according to that, I have 95% of the symptoms of gastroesophageal reflux disease (GERD).. the heartburn, the fizz sensation in the back of my throat, the bloated feeling, the chronic cough.. I've though that this was allergies since November, and I think part of it is/was related to my usual allergy issues, but this is ridiculous.

And it's different from the usual allergy issue.. so I think it has to be something different. I am going to try Prilosec and see if it helps. Hopefully it will and I won't feel so crappy anymore. According to WebMD, I am also not supposed to drink coffee anymore (as I type this, I am sucking down the only cup I am allowing myself this morning).

And so this blog moves on to the more mental aspect this morning. I talked to Mom again for a few minutes last night. She is always either just coming back from physical therapy, and therefore miserable, when I call, or she is asleep and sounding like she's drunk. I understand that she just had surgery and that's par for the course, but I do wish I could figure out when the good, lucid time to call is.

I am going out to the farm where M is keeping his horses now, to check on them and take a few pictures for him. Then I am coming back here, and L and I are going to the old house to do some work and then go to Sam's for dogfood and our other usual truckload of groceries. Man, that man loves Sam's Club. He cracks me up.

He is outside right now in a holy pair of jeans that shows the barest little section of his red Winter Wizard boxer shorts. He hasn't done his hair lately, so he has a fuzzy head. He is weilding his new weed eater against the brush down by the creek, determined to have it out of there before the guys come to start working on the new fence he is having put up for the dogs. He is dreadfully cute.

Last night we watched Bewitched, btw.. If you haven't seen it, don't waste your time. They took an idea that could have been a really cute movie and turned it into garbage. The male lead (Will Ferrel, I think) sucked mightily in his role as a washed up movie star who is now doing TV to try and salvage his career. Nicole Kidman was cute, but watching this movie, it was obvious that she had nothing to work with. In fact I was a little embarrassed for her, having the world know that she was in such a crappy movie. Could have been a lot better. A LOT better.

Anyway.. I have the antidote to crappy movie-dom sitting on the counter now.. the Special Edition DVD of Office Space. : D

And so now I must go and get dressed, make a few phone calls, and hit the road so I can go see the horses. I'll probably post pics later.

busy as usual

Today was crazy.. heat and hunger and presentations and running at 95mph in the slow lane in 4 inch high heels. Today was a day of big scores, though. I had a huge award come in for one of my people at work, so that was major. I worked so damn hard on that proposal, and to get it awarded is a major success. I made a good contact with a certain agency today. Made friends with a few people whose friendship I will need in the future.

I also got contacted to do some studio work for some local musicians.. that means getting paid to sing, which I would gladly do for free. Life is good. I also met some more of the new neighbors. Cool people, and I think I will continue to love it here.

Went shopping for my mother today.. Hope she doesn't hate the clothes I picked out. I tried to keep her tastes (lace collars and rosebuds, etc ad nauseaum) in mind, but ended up picking things that I like in the end. Soft lounge pants with turtles on them, yoga pants, old navy t-shirts. She's needing clothes for physical therapy, things she can move in. Anyway, hope she doesn't hate them. We'll see. Tomorrow I'll fed ex em.

L is watching TV, and I really could stand to go to bed. But I think I'll go play my guitar for a few minutes before I do. Then.. sleep as late as possible and go to work in jeans and a t-shirt. Somtimes It's just a necessity.

Anyone Need a New Dog?

My friend A has 11 new dogs. Anyone need a new pet???

They are SO cute!









Harmony and her 11 new puppies!

Zoom

Ok, there's been a few things going on:

1) My mother is the best layer-on of guilt trips in the history of the world. And I am her favorite victim. She had her surgery yesterday, and Wednesday night before the whole thing went down, she gave me the guilt trip to end all guilt trips.

I will be the first to tell you that I am no longer a crier. I hate crying. It pisses me off. And I look really stupid when I cry, so I try not to do it. Anyway, I've certainly never done it in front of L. He was so cute, trying to make me laugh. Making jokes about drama and asking me why my mother chose me for the special treatment.

I had to explain it to him, and he said I should be more like my sister in that regard. I've certainly never heard anybody tell me THAT before. I've always been told NOT to be like my sister, mostly by my mother, and mostly when she thought she had some control over what I do. But I digress. Again.

Mom made it through the surgery fine, her jabs to the contrary notwithstanding. She will be out of the hospital in 5 days. That's a lot sooner than we thought. This will mean a decision on whether she's coming to stay with us or not. Jury's still out on that.

2) I had to come in to work on my day off because of a proposal that had to go out, and no one else is here to do it. Oh well. At least it's comp time. After work I am going to lunch with the people from work, and then to the studio to work on some music. L is meeting me in Anderson for the Soiree (the street festival that our band was supposed to be playing, but now we're not). We may see A&A there.. but I haven't really heard from them since the no-show last weekend.

I'll post again later, maybe tomorrow. I am sure to have more to say about all of the above then.

unintentional disconnect

I'm a little spaced out today. Lack of sleep does that to me from time to time. Then again, sometimes I space out anyway. J called it PTSD. I call it being a weirdo.

Anyway I'm growing tired of the acronyms. I don't really want to name this weird "mood" for lack of a better word. (Mood, moodiness, depression, funk, whatthehellever). I don't want to define it. I just want to make it go away.

I don't think I am the most easily understood individual, but I am a pretty good communicator when I need to be. It's just that sometimes my thoughts WILL NOT cooperate and stand in a straight line. It's days like this that I can't get any work done and I can't concentrate and that results in me being ill and irritated by the end of the day. Not to mention stir-crazy.

Today, Tupperware. Tomorrow, The World.

I got up this morning and scrubbed the house, tried to make it presentable.

The tupperware party was today. The ladies from work came, but no one else did. No one from the neighborhood, which I kind of expected, and none of my friends, which kind of ticked me off a little. I mean, if you're not coming, then don't tell me you are.

Of course, I am getting used to this sort of thing. After my friend J, I have begun to notice it a little faster than I used to. And maybe sometimes I am a little bitchier than I need to be about it. It's not the end of the world if someone tells you they're going to do something/be somewhere/call and then they don't. It's just one of my pet peeves.

Anyway, L went to the movies while the party was going on. We have a ton of food and two huge bottles of wine left, and now it's up to me and L to eat em. Fun stuff.

I listed about 10 things on ebay, but one of them was removed by the admin, because they said it violated the adult materials policy (I was selling J's old collectors edition Playboy from 1/00). Oh well. I will relist it under mature audiences some other time.

L came home, we took the dogs for a walk, and then watched Crash on TV. Excellent movie. Excellent. L is flipping channels and munching some of the left over party food, and I think I must go join him. I feel that a glass of wine is in order.

How Strange..

Ok, I don't get men. Sometimes the one I have is really confusing. He is great, but confusing. Like he doesn't really get mad, but I get the same vibe from him as I think I would if he were. Does that make sense? Didn't think so.

He thinks it's stupid for me to go to the tanning place, when I could lie out in the back yard. I know that I could do it that way, but it takes forever, I always end up getting scorched that way, and I just plain don't want to. I like to tan at the beginning of the season to get the base tan so that I can go to the pool and stay out as long as I want without having to worry about being blistered.

I guess the other thing is that he is not a good communicator. Mildly annoying, but nothing we can't get around if he is willing to try. I think he's just not used to it. He thinks of things his way, and that's the way it is as far as he's concerned. Convincing him otherwise is quite a job... but at this point it's not really important. At some point it will be, I know.

I think that he doesn't like to talk about certain subjects (i.e. sex), so he assumes that everything should be fine if we never talk about it. I like to talk about everything. I don't think there should be taboo subjects in a relationship (except possibly past relationships). I mean, if you can't talk about it, how do you expect to do it? You have to be able to communicate what you want on some level, and subtlety is not the strongest feature of our relationship. I for one am not a mind reader. And he is not a talker. Which leaves a little bit of a problem.

It's better than it could be, but not as good as it could be, either. We'll get there. Hopefully.

Manipulation

I think I should write a book. I think it could be a best seller. The longer I live, the more I realize what a strange creature my childhood was. Nothing about it was even vaguely normal.

Of course, I could write to my heart's content, but I'd better publish it posthumously. Somebody would kill me over that little gem, I can promise. If it weren't the JWs, it would be my mother. ;)

And speaking of whom.. I told Mom I couldn't come visit this past weekend because L wanted me to help him finish painting the house. We still didn't get it all painted, but we got a good bit of it done. We are having people over this weekend, and it has to be done. Besides that, we wouldn't have had time to do any of the backbreaking manual labor my mother wants, nay, expects, us to do when we come visit (which is why no one comes to visit her anymore).

The response I got was "Well if I die in the surgery I won't have ever gotten to hug you again." As if that's fair! It's not as if she isn't coming to stay with us after the surgery. And it's not as if she hasn't had this exact same surgery twice and lived through it fine.

Add to that the fact that she wants me to come to AR and get her after the surgery. In other words, drop $1000 on plane tickets just to fly out, turn around, get on another plane, and fly back. And don't even get me started on driving out there, which is what she really wants me to do.

Still there is a part of me that feels like teetotal shit because I won't do exactly what she wants me to do. I can't say she asks me to do it, because she doesn't ask. She demands, she manipulates, she guilt trips, but I really don't think she even knows that she's doing something inappropriate.

I really think she doesn't understand why people react to it the way they do. After we talked about it on the phone and I told her that we couldn't come this weekend and exactly why, she called again later to make some sort of counteroffer.. It really is sort of like some sort of transaction with her. Everything is.

She said that she could get one piece of the furniture we are going to use of hers into the van, and why didn't we drive to Charlotte and get at least that from her. Um.. hello??? If we could do that, we'd be coming up there this weekend instead of trying to get the rest of this stuff done!!!

And still, I feel bad for feeling the way I do about the guilt trips and manipulation. It's just that she's sort of like the little boy who cried "wolf" at this point. I have been on an emotional rollercoaster with her for the past 20 years. At some point you have to stand back and say, hold on just one cottonpickin second here. Everything cannot be this big of an emotional deal! The world is not ending and nobody is gonna die if Mom doesn't get her way, least of all Mom.

I would like to think that she knows this. Then again, I wouldn't like to think that she knows it and has been trying to manipulate me on purpose.

Anyway, it's a lot to think about sometimes. In other news, we have had an offer on the house. L has turned it down, because he feels it is insulting, and I am inclined to agree with him. More on that later.. right now I have a proposal to review and a meeting to attend...

o.r.p. takes on the justice system and wins

So today was the big hearing. The ex showed up, surprisingly enough. Even more surprisingly, he sat down next to me in the lobby and talked as if the last 7 years hadn't happened.. like we were still high school friends and he hadn't made my life heck.

He tried to put down some boogie-woogie for a minute, but quit trying when it became obvious that I wasn't buying. When we got into the courtroom, I was struck by the fact that he was underdressed for the occasion. Everyone else in the room was wearing a suit. I had halfway expected to see him in a uniform of some type.. and that would probably have helped his case, ironically enough.

Long story short, the judge didn't buy what he was selling either, and sentenced him to jail. No kidding, they took him directly to jail, do not pass GO, do not collect $200. The only way he could get out would be either a) serve 6 months, after which he could pay me the money he owed and my attorney fees, or b) he could pay me the money and go free.

He sent his attorney to his car for his phone, and I imagine he called his mother at work. I left, only to get a call later from my attorney saying that I could pick up the cash whenever I was ready. So I went and got the biggest wad of cash I've ever had at one time. Ever.

I paid my attorney what I owed him, and took the rest to the bank posthaste. At the end of the day, I have my money, he is on his way back to the fort, and everybody is happy. Except possibly his stepdad, who I have a feeling footed the bill for today's escapades in the courthouse. Which makes me feel a little bad.. but then there are only so many people in the world who can possibly enable a man like my ex-husband. I will not continue to be one of them.

When I came home today, L was happily painting his office navy blue. A guy came by the house today and bought his weight bench, as well, so hopefully soon we will be buying a bowflex or something comparable so that we can set up our home gym in the garage again.

And I'm off to surf the internet for a few minutes before going to bed...

Saturday

Interesting day today.. I painted half a room, glued my bed back together, and did a lot of laundry. My right arm feels like it is going to fall off and i don't know why. It just hurts like heck, from my tricep all the way down into my pinky and ring fingers. Sucks.

A&A are coming over tonight for pizza and beer.. and L is cleaning the carpet where one of the dogs pooped. He has some sort of intestinal thing going on, so I don't think he could help it, but ... ew.

Anyway, not much else to say other than I need a nap and a new right arm.

Automatic

I just checked out all my sister's ebay listings. I have about a million things I should put on there as well, but I haven't gotten around to it.

I am having a hard time waking up this morning. It's cold out, though it is supposed to be nice and warm by this afternoon. I have lots to do right now, but my eyes keep rolling back while I try to focus on the page, and with fascinating content about root rot and soybean rust and bugs and dirt, I am not exactly aching to read more about it anyway.

All part of the job, I guess.

I'll check back in later, after work. I am sure there will be more to say then. And I'll be awake enough to articulate it.

My Body Hates Me

I've got to figure out what's going on here. I suppose it could be related to moving, and all the bending, lifting, painting, packing, and general working I've been doing for the last few weeks. But. Anyway, the bitch was late with her visit this month, and now she won't leave. Look, lady, a week is long enough. Two is unacceptable. Go away!

Add to that the fact that I am hungry. Not a little hungry, either. Not just a case of the munchies, no. I am freaking ravenous all the time. For like, two weeks, I have eaten like a rabid wolverine. According to the scale at the gym, I had gained 6 pounds. Some of it was water weight, because 2 pounds of it were gone the next day when I weighed, but still, I don't need to gain any weight.

In fact, I would like to lose about 10 pounds before the pool opens next month. I've been working out every day this week so far, and Friday on my day off, I will be painting the old house most of the day. It's not like I'm not exercising.. but once again everything in my closet is starting to feel tight again. I hope it's just the bitch's fault, and I'm not turning into a particularly well fed hippo-- that's what I feel like today. A hippo, or maybe a walrus.

Sprawl

I am sipping my coffee while my cat sprawls on the table next to my computer, aimlessly twitching his tail back and forth over the keyboard, while eyeing the birds outside the sunroom window. He is a little striped destructive force. He has already chewed the doorknob in the bathroom where he has been housed since we moved.

L is getting his condo from the old house today, because Monster is wreaking havoc.. just like I said he would.

I am about to start painting the dining room walls in a minute or so... after I finish this coffee. Yesterday I stripped wallpaper out of my craft room. Hopefully we can start painting it soon as well. We have picked out colors...

Last night we went out to dinner at LH, which was delicious. We borrowed A's truck, which is actually Lily's truck. I think it's a late 60's model or something.. It's old and quite charming in the same way that Pawpaw's old green truck was. It is also loud. I sat in the middle next to L, and we laughed all the way home about old truck memories.

He left early this morning for the old house, to get some more work done. I got up much earlier than I usually do nevertheless, and I guess I'd better get started on that painting... so it will be dry by this evening, when we have people over for dinner for the first time. :)

One Angry Girl

I'm back, after moving furniture for a solid week. I love the new house and generally everything is going great..

Except..

Except today I am ready to effing kill something because my last nerve has been trampled and I want to SCREAM at people, "For the love of god STFU and let me answer one question before you ask me 14 more.."

I wish I were oblivious to people who try and snow me into thinking that they care what I have to say. I wish they'd all just stop talking at me. Or at least slow it down to, say, two per day. That would make my life a lot easier.

And then there's the ongoing saga with my mother.. I talked to her today, and she sounded like she was on her last leg, but with a good dose of that whiny, tired-4-year-old tone. I told her to let me know when she had to be out in Arkansas for her pre-surgery appointment, that I could try to go with her, but whatever happened, I was not available on the week of the 10th. I have court that week.

SO OF FRIKKIN COURSE, when does she schedule the appointment? The 12th. The day of my court hearing. Has it ever occurred to her to say, no, that's not a good time and ask for another date? Of course not! Never! And then I feel like crap because I can't even say maybe I could do it, because I already told her I can't possibly do ANYTHING else that week. And it's not like the court system is willing to reschedule.

Then she asked me to look up flights for her, all of which were over $300 per person, whereupon she almost fainted and said they'd better drive. The thought of them driving there again makes my stomach hurt.. they're a danger to everyone on the roads, including and especially themselves.. and the thought of being trapped in a car with all of them for 10 hours one way makes me want to shoot myself in the head.

As do some of the situations I have to deal with at work today. Jeezus, people, it's called spell check, and it doesn't require a PhD or a phone call to me to be able to use it! And furthermore, I don't care what your problem is, I can't work miracles and I don't have the authority to change local, state, or federal laws because you want to do something you're not allowed to do with your grant money. Want to point the finger at someone for your stupid mistakes? Look in the mirror.

/rant

Ok, back to the mosh pit with me.. one down and 14 to go...

Music and Random Thoughts

List time again:

1) I have discovered www.pandora.com and man is it cool.

2) I have work to do. Not at work, as usual. I have music to write, and I need to work on it more. I have been as usual putting my own interests behind everything else.. especially with the move coming up. And I tend to let my music slide when things are going well and I am happy. I am not willing to accept that.. the idea that I can either be miserable 90% of the time and be a songwriter or be happy and stop the music. Doesn't work for me.

I've kind of set out on a new project these last few weeks with a new friend from the band, and he's pushing me in a musical direction that I've never considered before. This is a good thing. More about that later.

3) We closed on the house yesterday. Very soon we will be moving in, and that's an excellent thing.

4) Been thinking, too.. I think sometimes I psych myself out. For instance, relationships.. I think sometimes those of us with imaginative/creative talent tend to build up a fantasy ideal amid our yearning for that elusive thing (whatever it is, but usually a certain type of relationship that we want so much). The problem arises when our imagination is so much better than the real thing and no one could possibly live up to the dream. So while we have something wonderful, we still feel sad because our ideal doesn't exist.. and some part of us refuses to believe that the ideal doesn't exist.

Somehow you're always looking for it around the next corner, or expecting to somehow be able to bring that elusive perfection out in our current lives or relationships or whatever.

I think I do that. I think I've never been objective enough. I get tired of feeling the way I feel, though, and I get tired of nobody getting it. It's not a crisis by any means, just more randomness from the dustier recesses of my brain.

And now I gotta get back to work..

Out Thru De Windoze, In Thru De Doe, Nobody Reads Mah Blog No Mo

The highly anticipated yard sale did not come to fruition today, as the newspaper for some reason neglected to print my ad. So, I have a week's worth of work sitting out in the garage, organized, priced, and set up.. but of course nobody would come to a yard sale that they didn't know about.

So I have to do this again next week. Great.

The week after that, we will be moving into our new house. That will be fun. Exhausting, but fun. Can't wait until they open the pool..

In other news, there is no other news except that I am feeling a little better, though still coughing a bit. Last night we went to a birthday party for my friend A, which was fun, but I couldn't drink because of the meds.. so that was the only disappointment.

And now there's really nothing left to do. I've worked on music, I've cleaned, I've done laundry, and we've packed what can be packed before the actual move.. so, more internet surfing and book reading I guess. Meh.

I am Allergic to the Entire World

Oh. My. God.
My throat and my lungs burn every time I inhale. I don't know if it is something in the house (we have been moving furniture and stirring up dust) or something in the outside air (everything is blooming early) but this is HELL.

HELL, I TELL YOU!!!! ARRRGH!

I am miserable enough to have been mean to L tonight. He called me out on it immediately, so of course I felt even crappier for being a beeyotch. It's not like he deserved it or anything.

But I cant BREATHE! And I'm ITCHING!!! This SUCKS!!!

I wonder if I have used the all caps key enough yet.. My ears hurt, my face itches, my eyes are burning, my throat is sore and I HATE THIS. I am going to get some sort of injection tomorrow, if I can get into the doctor's office. I am of a good mind to just show up and camp out in the office until he can squeeze me into his schedule.

I haven't been this miserable in quite some time. I had to skip band practice tonight, too. :( And I will have to skip NSAI tomorrow night, as well. Meh. :( :( My keyboard cannot make a frowny-enough face! Grrrr!

GRRRR!

..hack. hack. cough cough cough hack wheeze...

Movin Out

Last night we went to see "Movin Out" at the Peace Center. I got the tickets for L's birthday.. third row.. best damn seats in the house. It was unbelievably cool! We had a great dinner, then went to a nice restaurant nearby the Center for drinks before the show. The show was amazing. It was all dance, with a live band performing Billy Joel's songs.. the dance and the music told the story.. if you ever get a chance to see it, GO! It was outstanding.

Then we came home and had incredible sex, before going to sleep thinking about our big move, which started today.

This morning I woke up with my allergies in full swing, nose bleeding, sore throat, utterly miserable. L went to the drug store for me and got some decongestant, which was a very good thing. I took that and went to work, breaking down the bed in the guest room, taking apart the entertainment center, and loading them all into the storage containers we had delivered yesterday afternoon.

The deal is that we pack up the trailers, then the company moves them to our new house, and we then unpack them. Pretty sweet deal, if you ask me.. much easier than using a rental truck, where you have to bust your hump to move your whole house in one day.

At this rate, we've got 2 weeks to get 'er done. I did get beaten up a bit today. The mattress rammed my hand into the door frame. L accidentally ran into me with the entertainment center on a hand truck. Then we were getting boxes out of the attic, and he didn't realize that I was coming up the ladder. He tossed a box out the attic opening and caught me square in the face with it. Luckily, I had on a baseball cap and the bill of it kept me from getting the full impact. And luckily I didn't fall off the ladder and back into the garage. That could have been rather disastrous, even for me.

But I think we're done for the day. We're both feeling pretty worthless after all that moving, and very glad that we don't have to do the rest of it today.

Talked to Mark as well.. He is busy and working his rear end off. He said he was going to call my seester this week sometime and see if they could hang out or something..
And I am going to go lie on the couch with L..

If it Can, It Will

Yes, my dear readers, this is what I look like most of the time. I just seem to be on the giant see-saw (I always hated it when people called it a "teeter-totter." I'm not sure why.. it probably makes more sense than "see-saw" but whatever).

I can't be on a middle ground at any time. Everything is either wonderful or it sucks out loud. I don't know why this is, other than extreme idiocy and/or immaturity. And if I'm already bogged down or overworked, I will try and pile it on until I can't even enumerate the things I have to get done by tomorrow... which is stupid.

I hate stupidity.

I've got a busy month coming up anyway, without adding anything.. real estate closings, court appearances, grant proposals, moving into the new house.. this is not the time to try and save the world (or my mother). All in good time, kitty. All in good time.

It's not as if I can count on anything to remain constant for more than 2 seconds at a time anyway. As soon as I get myself wrapped up with this thing with mom, she will cram her head back into the sand and decide everything is fine as is. Or that Jehovah would be unhappy that she let me paint the house or some such bullshit (although she hasn't pulled the JW card in quite some time. Maybe I am overthinking this again).

Anyway the weather is unbelievably nice outside and i can't wait to get out there.. unfortunately, though, i am on break and not off work yet. Since I'm the only one here, I can't exactly take off, either. Eh..

This weekend: Moving stuff out of the house and into temporary storage so we can put the sign out front.

Over Here

I've spent the last few hours working on music, and I think maybe that's what I should do when I can't sleep at night and I want to sit around and get mad and feel sorry for myself.

Yeah, I'm worried about this whole thing with mom.. but it's not like the world is going to end or anything. It could be much worse, after all. I could be a JW.

Anyway, L is skipping dinner in favor of bread and peanut butter (his own guilty pleasure), and I am thinking of eating some salad. I'm off work again tomorrow, and tomorrow night is band practice. Then it's back to work on Tuesday. More of the same.

Or Maybe Not

Yeah, I've got more to say tonight. To start with, I can't really explain this mood I'm in tonight, even to myself. I just feel disconnected.. and a little pissed off. But I can't really put a finger on what I'm pissed off at.. just life in general, I guess.

My life is good. I don't really have all that much to be pissed off at. But I should thank my lucky stars that I don't get like this often anymore. It used to be an every day occurrence. Don't believe me? Ask anyone who grew up with me. Or maybe my ex-husband. I imagine he could tell you.

I'm just thinking too much. I want someone or something to take my mind off of all of this, and nobody is stepping up to the plate. Fair enough-- it really isn't anyone else's responsibility. I should just go to bed and listen to L breathe until I fall asleep myself. But for some reason, that just isn't working tonight.

To start with, there's my mother. I'm glad that she is finally realizing that some things have to change. I am glad that she is finally going to let me help her.. but I am scared shitless of what's going to happen now. With the disease, with everything. And it makes me furious that I'm scared of it.

And damn it, I miss Gracie.

Then there's L and all of the pressure lately.. All of our friends can't seem to give it a rest with the "when are you getting married" crap. It's a big joke now. We both roll our eyes. But there's a part of me (an immature, stupid part, but a part nonetheless) that really resents that.. because it's a joke now. Part of me wants to say to hell with it, I don't ever want to get married again.. let's just live together until hell freezes over.. and then there's that other part that says hell no, I'm better than that. What that means, I couldn't tell you.

I don't want to be someone's girlfriend when I have 2 kids and I'm 40.

And I'm doing a really good job of making this somehow about L, when it's really not. It's really about me and my bad attitude.

It's really about my mother.

There's not anyone to talk to about this. I can talk to any number of people about it, but they're not listening. Not really. It's pretty easy to tell... I just feel like I'm alone with it, like it's going to take over. Like she's going to take over.

Maybe I'm not so well adjusted as I'd like to think.

I want to help and I want to do the right thing. I just don't want to be reeled in. I don't want to get back on the rollercoaster, and I'm afraid that this is going to be a wilder ride than any of the insane gravity-defying bullshit we ever did before.

Blur

Sometimes it seems like there is too much going on for me to assimilate it all. I know that I must be keeping up.. nobody is angry at me yet. But I feel like sometimes everything is a blur and I'm not picking out the important details.

I also feel like I'm picking up more than some people think I do. I can't help being a little pissed off at the way some people obviously think I am too stupid to see that they are trying to use me for their own ends. I also can't help being outraged at one specific person's reckless disregard for the well being of A and her family. With friends like that, no one needs enemies.

It's all so cloak and dagger lately.. it makes me wonder who my friends really are. It also makes me wonder if I still give a crap about things some of my friends expect me to help with. Like a certain lawsuit.

I've got enough going on without that crap, and when I go out with my friends, I want to have fun. You know, down time. Not a rehashing of the same conversation we've been having for the last 3 years. So maybe it's time I backed off a little more and concentrated on what's really important..

This thing with my mom
My music
My million and two projects at work
The new house that L and I are trying to move into

There's a lot to do and I guess right now I am feeling a little overwhelmed and like no one is listening to me. And maybe right now I don't know what I want to say anymore.

Meh. Tomorrow I'll be over it.

Our House, Part 2

L took a ton of pics today when he went for the inspection... Click here to see our new house: http://www.upstateseminoles.com/photos/house2006/index.html

Pics of Mark for Mah Seester

Our House

Well, it is now semi-official. We close on March 14. The house is ours!

I'm so excited.. We got a pretty decent deal, and we should be moving in the end of March or early April. Now we just have to get packed up and finish fixing up our current house to sell..

L's parents are coming up from Florida tomorrow. We'll probably take them by to see the house while they're here.. I'll update on the visit later..

Valentine's Day

I would like to state for the record that I have the best boyfriend on the face of the earth.

This morning I found a big stuffed Miss Piggy and Kermit the Frog in my car, with my name embroidered on it, along with a pair of tiger's eye earrings and a card. I found out after dinner (which was steak, my favorite, with a martini, also my favorite, and salad, mashed potatoes, etc) that he got out of bed while I was in the shower at 5 a.m. this morning to put the stuff in my car.

But that's not all.. When I got home from work and gave him his present, he also had a beautiful Liz Claiborne purse for me, and a cami/tank top that is gorgeous.. black lace. ("Ooooh, I like this" said I. "Yeah, I like.." he replied)

All in all, a second excellent V-Day with L.

And then, to top it off, we watched my friend, Nick, on American Idol. I worked with him for almost 2 years at LH. He is such a sweet guy, with such a sweet voice. I hope he makes it on the show.. He made it to the third round tonight, so there's hope yet! It's really kind of cool to see someone you know on a show like that. : )

I Want This House

Insanity Continued

So.. this week..

Monday- The workshop was great, and I think it will open the door for more contracts. I was tired, but happy. That afternoon I went to band practice, where we basically blew the doors off of everything we played. We laid down 4-part harmony on one of L's songs, and it sounds phenomenal! I am so excited about this band.. The guys are so sweet and fun to work with and creative and I love every one of them.

Tuesday- Songwriters' meeting after another hectic day at work. I was tired and felt stretched out, so when I had a song critiqued and they actually had something to say, I got bummed out a little. They were right, of course, and pointed out some very good points, which I made note of and I will change the song. But I also don't want to lose my unique style by doing this. I am not writing for Nashville, and I don't want to change every song I write to fit that mold. And it is a mold. And I am allergic to mold.

Wednesday- Open Mic night at the Coffee Underground. A was supposed to come, but something came up and she couldn't. L came, and was supportive and sweet as always. M from the band came, which surprised me, but he just missed my set. He hung out for a while, though, and it made me happy that he made the trip up there just for me.

The open mic night was the strangest thing I have ever seen. There were a few acts there who were serious musicians, but for the most part, there was this strange group of kids... I couldn't decide if they were college kids or high school.. but they were freaking weird.

One obviously wanted to be Jim Morrison so bad he could taste it. Another was a girl in a vintage dress with a red guitar and a passably decent voice, who sang about cream cheese melting in the sun and crap. She reminded me a little of Phoebe from Friends. She also played with something that called itself a band.. they randomly strummed and banged on their instruments, with no worries about what key they were in or whether there was any rhythm at all. It was all very random and strange. It got real old real fast.

Aside from the weirdos, there was a guy there from the songwriters' group who is very sweet. He is a William Hung kind of guy. He does have some talent as a songwriter, but his delivery is eccentric.. he chooses strange words sometimes and.. you'd just have to hear it. The combination, however, is at once hilarious and endearing, especially when he writes about things like Star Wars and King Kong.

Overall it was loads of fun and I did get invited to play at a folk festival in NC in April. We'll see if I actually do it, but it was cool to be invited.

Tonight we are going to look at houses.. hopefully we will love one of them. And we are bringing the camera.. so.. maybe some pics later? Keep your fingers crossed. :)

Insanity and Alcohol

This has been a hellish week. It started with an angry woman at work, who kept doing things at the last possible nanosecond before a deadline, seemingly just to make our jobs harder. Then I had a class to teach, so it was off to Columbia..

Only to come back to the same proposal over again because of more last possible nanosecond changes, and a coworker who skipped out on me. Overall it was very stressful.

Then I went to get the materials copied for my seminar on Monday, to find the asshole at Office Depot who ran my copies on the DIY 6 cent per page instead of the business one so that I'd get charged more. I was pretty mad..

I was off on Friday, so I made plans to go out for a drink with my friends. And that's when the insanity started. One of of my good friends, J, just seemed to lose it last night. She is usually so poised, so put-together.. But last night she got totally blitzed and made a total ass of herself over a man who everyone knows is a philanderer. He is married with kids, and the rumor is that he was recently caught at a local hotel with an employee of his.

To tell the truth, I don't care, and I don't understand why J would, unless something has been happening between this man and her. That would go against every opinion I have ever had of her, but that's the only explanation for last night.

She was sitting there in a bar that's smaller than my living room, surrounded by the town's elite.. county council, city and county government, state reps, attorneys.. talking about the Sleez and the women who flocked around him in a voice that became progressively louder and more shrewish. I couldn't get away, because she followed me everywhere I went.

When I ordered some food, she devoured half of it without ceasing her blow-by blow..

"Look, look, now he has his arm around that slut! Oh my god, I can't believe all of these dumb blondes! That's all these men are after.. a new slut. Just look at them..."

And on and on and on it went. And on. And on. I haven't been that embarrassed since the last time I was out in public with my ex-husband. Even after I asked her quite loudly if she realized the volume at which she was talking, and informed her that I AM BLONDE!!!! Quit with the bimbo crap already..

Finally the Sleez (who is really kind of a nice guy when he isn't drinking.. in a rather slick sort of way) and his entourage left.. and my friend, who I was sure was a self-assured, in-control-of-herself, confident women, chased after him.

I stayed with A for at least another hour, trying to recover from the shock and mortification of the evening. When we left, A called me to say that J was still in her car, watching his car in the parking lot.

I don't understand it. It really creeps me out a little, how you can have such a strong impression of someone.. even admire them.. and then you see them one day and they're nothing like you thought they were.. and you can't pinpoint the change. What was it? When did it happen? How?

It was a bizarre evening, to say the least. I didn't sleep well last night.

This morning I went to a songwriters' meeting, where I met Dave Berg, a professional Nashville songwriter. He listened to our songs and critiqued us.. He compared me to Ani DiFranco.. I can't think of a higher compliment. He told me basically not to bother with Nashville. I ain't no country singer..

But after playing my demo, three people in the group asked me to sing their songs for demos. A lot of songwriters can't actually sing their own stuff, so they hire people to do it. That is also a high compliment as well..

And one thing that happened last night was music related.. it seemed everyone I met has talked to C from the band, and has heard all about me and my voice.. Pretty amazing, to me... but I'm a little worried that with all the hype I won't be able to live up to it.

We'll see, I guess.

And tonight L and I are going to hear Dave Berg do a concert of his own music. I am looking forward to hearing it.. the few songs he played today were phenomenal. I do think I'll buy a CD...

And now, it's on toward next week... band practice and a seminar on Monday, songwriters on Tuesday, open mic on Wednesday, trying to recover after that...

In other news, L and I continued our house hunt today.. we found another neighborhood we love, and 4 houses we want to see inside. I think we're getting closer to what we're looking for at least..

And speaking of what we're looking for, the V-day question looms.. my quandry is this: lingerie or DVDs? Victoria's Secret or something else? The guy friends I have asked have said VS, hands down.. Still not sure, tho. This is L we are talking about.. Meh. Eventually I will make a decision..

Strange Movies

We rented a couple of movies this weekend. Both were kind of arty, kind of odd.. thought one was much better than the other. One was the Constant Gardener.. I saw a lot of things in the movie that brought back memories of my trip to Africa. It was a sad but strange movie.

The one we watched tonight was the River King, about a cop investigating a kid's death by drowning in some frozen northern town. A few implied and gratuitous sex scenes, a contrived ghost subplot which turned out to be ...nothing, and a final determination that the kid did commit suicide, and so did the cop's brother when he was a child, so the cop was getting his brother's death and this kid's mixed up in his mind, etc etc bla bla bloa.

I was not impressed. It had a few pretty scenes in it, but a few that made no sense.

Anyway.. in other news this weekend, L and I went on our first house hunting excursion with an agent. We looked at 4 houses.. only one we would ever consider living in. One of them was horrible. It was really dirty and the neighborhood looked like it aspired to be a redneck neighborhood, but couldn't quite cut it.

I also discovered that I hate zero lot lines, and I'd rather have an old old old house in a nice neighborhood than a brand new house in a cookie cutter subdivision with no yard. I also discovered that Easley is a strange town. You can have a subdivision with $300K houses that backs up to a trailer park full of single wides circa 1962. It's bizarre.

And this week I have a class to teach in Columbia on Tuesday, 4 proposals due, materials to get ready for a class to teach next Monday, a songwriting workshop on Saturday, and god only knows what else.,..

I think it's time to get my stuff ready for tomorrow and get some sleep...

Bump

Honest Mistake

Just posting this so I can find Lil S when I wanna check in. :) She doesn't leave comments like she used to..

Hunting

We're on the hunt for a new house, in the midst of all of the other things going on.. This weekend I got my tires rotated, and now the car has a shimmy that I don't like. I almost wrecked the car on my way home Friday night, doing a couple of 360s at 70mph in the middle of the off ramp. Nobody stopped.. people suck. But at least my car and I were okay, and I was able to drive after a few minutes of catching my breath.

I got my hair cut and I like it pretty well. It's a lot shorter, which is good because it was really damaged and looking kinda trailer-esque. L and I painted the bathroom and the bedroom, and then went driving to look for neighborhoods in the town that we want to move to. Most of the new neighborhoods are funky.. the houses are so close together that if you drop something off your nightstand in the middle of the night, you might find it in the neighbors' kitchen in the morning. And there are no yards. None.

And now it is time to go to work, though once again I would prefer to go back to bed with L. He is snuggled down amongst the pillows and comforters and all I can see is the top of his head. I am jealous.. I have a long day ahead. Better get started on it..

Well... that was a mistake..

I stopped by the old house the other day, like I said I would. I couldn't get in because the locks had been changed.. either that or I kept the wrong key on my key ring. Either way, I couldn't get in. The place looks like crap, of course.. very lonely and abandoned and depressing. It really sucked the good attitude right outta me for a few days.

I've been on a little bit of a roller coaster. I'm up! I'm down! I'm happy! I'm depressed! Jeez, I think I'm going to be sick!

Being there even for a few minutes made me think of what an absolute failure my attempt at marriage was. I know it wasn't my fault, but I don't like to fail. At anything. Anything. At. All. I've been taking out my aggressions at the gym, which is a good thing until I overdo it, which I did yesterday. My legs are screaming, to the point where getting out of my office chair produces agonizing cramps.

And my body has been more than aware of the lack of sex in the past few weeks. Anyone who has read this blog for any length of time knows that's NOT a good thing for me. I start imagining things, thinking stupid thoughts.. for instance that I am doomed for every relationship i ever try to have to turn out sexless and beige.

But then L blows my mind. Repeatedly.

Hey, but I'm in a better mood today.

Tomorrow, I'm getting a haircut and going to a show with a girlfriend from work. Maybe I'll post some before-and-after "makeover" pictures...

Long Weekend

I've had the last 4 days off of work, and I feel like I haven't done anything...even though I have actually been quite productive. I've gotten a good start on my presentation for the 6th, I've put another ad in the paper to sell the ring, I've bathed both dogs and blow dried them (which was quite an experience in itself). I have put 4 months of pictures into my scrapbook, and eaten copious quantities of L's lasagne..

And now I have to go to band practice, stopping on the way at my old house, just to see what it looks like these days. Numbnuts is out of town, and I haven't been by in a while.

Big D has been calling again, but I haven't answered the phone. I really wish he'd forget I ever existed. I don't have anything further to say to him.

L is putting new flooring down in the master bathroom right now. We are also painting the bedroom and getting the ceilings fixed in preparation to move sometime in the next year.

He seems to be a little annoyed at my many many extracurricular activities lately, and I am not sure I understand why. I don't like having to drag every little piece of information out of him either. He doesn't like to talk about how he feels.. he just likes to feel what he feels and never explain it to anyone, I guess. Whatever works, although I must say that I don't think he can be justified in being upset with me if he can't tell me why without being browbeaten.

I don't enjoy browbeating people. Least of all him.

Anyway, it's not like we've ever really argued, so I guess I have nothing to complain about. And he makes damn good lasagna. :)

On that note, I am out. Maybe I will take a few pics of the house tonight while I am there..

Power Naps at 7 am?

I almost got killed this morning on my drive in to work. I haven't gotten enough sleep in the past two days, and it's starting to show. I literally fought to keep my eyes open from the moment I got in the car until I got into the parking lot at work.

I went to my first meeting of the Nashville Songwriters' Association last night. It was SO COOL. I can't wait to do the workshops and to take some of my own music in for the group. Another awesome idea from L. :)

But tonight I've got to get some sleep. Right now I feel like I could go right to bed and stay there until sometime Friday.

Note for Sami..

All is not lost.. the pictures i thought I'd lost from this summer at Mom's house are safely backed up on L's computer. :D So as soon as I get my new box, I can burn them to CD for you. :P

Guess Who's Back?

I went back to work today, feeling mostly better, although still sniffling a little bit. It was a pretty good day, even though I was busy trying to catch up.

D called again while I was sick, and talked for a long time. He always degenerates into talking about the clubs, or talking about the few minutes that we dated 7 years ago. I don't understand where he gets off talking about love, as if anyone could know what love is at 20-21 years old. Especially a naive little girl like I was.. coming out of a cult with no life skills and no sane guidance and no idea what the real world was like.

He took advantage, plain and simple, and now he thinks he can do it again. I don't want to talk to him anymore, ever. That whole decade is something I'd rather erase from the my life. It's like the most typical of mediocre high school angst poetry. Religion, strip clubs, little boys who played at being big tough men and told more lies than they could keep track of.. I'm including the time from when I graduated from high school until I got divorced from J. I can't really say I did anything worth doing except finishing my Bachelor's degree.

All D wants to do is rehash and relive every disgusting second of it, and as much as I never wanted to hear from him again in the first place, I REALLY don't want to hear from him anymore. He's starting to seriously creep me out. Apparently he has been stalking me more or less for 7 years.. looking me up, calling any number he came across, mailing things to any address. Nothing dangerous.. but then I don't doubt for a second that he could turn nasty really quickly.

Meh. I think I'll go watch TV with L and quit wasting time thinking about it.

I'm drowning

I only thought everything would go back to normal today. But no. My body picks today of all days to stage a complete and total mutiny. I feel like I've been beaten with 2 x 4s and drowned in an expanding pool of snot.

Yeah, that's gross. But it's not as gross as I feel right now. My ears hurt and my head is pounding and I am cold and cranky and miserable. There is nothing on TV and nothing to read and L is out at the bowl game party the FSU club is hosting.

This is probably a good thing.. I can be pretty annoying when I'm sick.

That's it, I'm going to upend the bottle of NyQuil and go to bed.

New Year's Resolutions

It's raining and cold outside, and I haven't been able to get warm all day. I have a cold and I feel altogether more like getting back into bed than getting started on a brand new year, to tell the truth. But I have band practice tonight and work in the morning, so ready or not, here I go.

I don't have many resolutions that are much different from the ones I have every year: get in shape, get out of debt, clear the slag from my life and move forward.

Maybe this year I will accomplish one of those at least.

I know the slag won't be completely cleared; I am about to enter into a nasty legal skirmish with Numbnuts over his failure to be a responsible human being. I feel bad because I know that even if by some miracle I ever get the money, it will probably come from his parents. Still, I can't bring myself to just let it go. He needs to face up to his responsibilities and realize that not everyone is going to cut him slack. He's had all the consideration he is getting from me.

I will continue my efforts at the gym. That's gotten a lot easier since everyone else goes there at lunchtime at work. It's harder to slack off when you have other people going too, and when you bring lunch from home. Saves money and excuses. :)

I'll take care of myself the way I have not been doing lately. I'll get my hair done and take the dry cleaning that's been gathering dust in for cleaning. I put off things like that because I am trying to put every possible penny toward getting out of debt.. but I'm getting closer. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, at least. And I am not doing myself any favors by neglecting myself.

At least this year my car will be paid off and hopefully I can build up my savings "cushion" to where it needs to be: at least 3 months' salary. That way I won't have to borrow money anymore in order to travel or when something unexpected comes up.

So.. not outstanding new year's resolutions, but they'll do. At least this year I am going for something attainable. ;)