My mom died today.
I am for once, without any thing to say.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Thursday, September 06, 2007
I have pissed someone off
Are you kidding me? Really.
Kidding.
Someone, somewhere is having a good old laugh at my behalf.
Like I don't have enough going on in my life right now.
I came home today -- today being the only day this week that was not blocked up with something. Today being the gonna sit on the couch, watch some football and maybe just maybe, have a beer.
If I was feeling really ambitious, I would mow my urban jungle, I mean yard.
No, instead, I came home to water.
Lots and lots of water.
Water in my kitchen.
Water in my dining room.
Water in my hallway.
Water completely soaking the rug in the hallway -- and luckily preventing the water from getting into the rooms with carpet.
Water dripping from every possible seam, joint, and whatever else you call them, in my basement.
Water all over the basement.
Like 2 feet of water that had collected in the washing machine tub.
My house was a swamp.
For the second time in 6 months.
The culprit this time around?
Well, you won't believe this one. As I was walking out the door this morning, I turned on the dishwasher. Why? It was full from the night before as I hosted book club last night.
Turns out that handy little hose that connected the dishwasher to the water line decided to separate. So water was shooting out of it all day long.
All day long.
8 hours.
Freakin' swamp.
You have all heard that old adage "God only gives you what he thinks you can handle"
Ok - news flash.
He, she, it, whomever -- pick a Deity for all I care -- I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!!. It's official. I am tapping out. Hit maximum capacity. Filled to the brim.
Don't care.
Done.
So I managed to get the main floor cleared up.
Wait...
I hear lightening. Yes, it is raining. Meaning the rug I had laid out to DRY is now being rained on after sitting in the swamp that was my hallway all day.
Awesome.
I think I am just going to call it a day.
Seriously, not sure what sort of cosmic cleansing I need, but more than willing to listen to any suggestions that anyone has at this point.
Now Watching: Thursday night football.
Kidding.
Someone, somewhere is having a good old laugh at my behalf.
Like I don't have enough going on in my life right now.
I came home today -- today being the only day this week that was not blocked up with something. Today being the gonna sit on the couch, watch some football and maybe just maybe, have a beer.
If I was feeling really ambitious, I would mow my urban jungle, I mean yard.
No, instead, I came home to water.
Lots and lots of water.
Water in my kitchen.
Water in my dining room.
Water in my hallway.
Water completely soaking the rug in the hallway -- and luckily preventing the water from getting into the rooms with carpet.
Water dripping from every possible seam, joint, and whatever else you call them, in my basement.
Water all over the basement.
Like 2 feet of water that had collected in the washing machine tub.
My house was a swamp.
For the second time in 6 months.
The culprit this time around?
Well, you won't believe this one. As I was walking out the door this morning, I turned on the dishwasher. Why? It was full from the night before as I hosted book club last night.
Turns out that handy little hose that connected the dishwasher to the water line decided to separate. So water was shooting out of it all day long.
All day long.
8 hours.
Freakin' swamp.
You have all heard that old adage "God only gives you what he thinks you can handle"
Ok - news flash.
He, she, it, whomever -- pick a Deity for all I care -- I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!!. It's official. I am tapping out. Hit maximum capacity. Filled to the brim.
Don't care.
Done.
So I managed to get the main floor cleared up.
Wait...
I hear lightening. Yes, it is raining. Meaning the rug I had laid out to DRY is now being rained on after sitting in the swamp that was my hallway all day.
Awesome.
I think I am just going to call it a day.
Seriously, not sure what sort of cosmic cleansing I need, but more than willing to listen to any suggestions that anyone has at this point.
Now Watching: Thursday night football.
Normal? What is normal?
We hit critical mass the other night.
Massive breakdown
Reading in bed, listening to the radio as I often do before I fall asleep. Didn't have the iPod plugged in so was listening to a local station when "In The Arms of the Angels" by Sarah McLachlan came on. Not sure what the tripping point was, but the floodgates opened and didn't end for a good 20 minutes. I was like a 2 year old after a temper tantrum. That hiccup-y, sobby heaving that accompanies a good, solid, bawl your eyes out cry.
So there it is.
I am confident that it will not be the last.
Mom unit is ok. Things are pretty much changing daily. Just when you think you have a handle on the latest normalness -- and I use that term VERY loosely. NOTHING about this is normal. Something else shifts. She clearly is spending more time in bed, more time sleeping and not as engaged as she was with other people. But we take it day by day and keep doing what we think is right.
Some days are good, some are not. I have days where I will just stare at the computer, trying to get work done -- knowing that there is massive amounts to do, but just can't get focused. Other days, rock star. It sucks. But, I try to remind myself that there is in fact, a world that continues to revolve. Other people have things going on in their lives and I do need to focus on the good. And there is a lot of good right now. The good is good, and the bad, well it is bad.
Funny -- I don't have a little curl on my forehead, but whatever.
Now Listening: Wincing The Night Away by The Shins
Massive breakdown
Reading in bed, listening to the radio as I often do before I fall asleep. Didn't have the iPod plugged in so was listening to a local station when "In The Arms of the Angels" by Sarah McLachlan came on. Not sure what the tripping point was, but the floodgates opened and didn't end for a good 20 minutes. I was like a 2 year old after a temper tantrum. That hiccup-y, sobby heaving that accompanies a good, solid, bawl your eyes out cry.
So there it is.
I am confident that it will not be the last.
Mom unit is ok. Things are pretty much changing daily. Just when you think you have a handle on the latest normalness -- and I use that term VERY loosely. NOTHING about this is normal. Something else shifts. She clearly is spending more time in bed, more time sleeping and not as engaged as she was with other people. But we take it day by day and keep doing what we think is right.
Some days are good, some are not. I have days where I will just stare at the computer, trying to get work done -- knowing that there is massive amounts to do, but just can't get focused. Other days, rock star. It sucks. But, I try to remind myself that there is in fact, a world that continues to revolve. Other people have things going on in their lives and I do need to focus on the good. And there is a lot of good right now. The good is good, and the bad, well it is bad.
Funny -- I don't have a little curl on my forehead, but whatever.
Now Listening: Wincing The Night Away by The Shins
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Dog Days of Summer
It's September.
That just seems insane to me. Where in the hell did my summer go? It wasn't at the pool, on the boat, at the lake or plopped in a beach chair reading trashy magazines -- so where is it?
WHERE HAS MY SUMMER GONE?!?!?!?!
Oh, there it is.
In a cube.
Split between meetings and conference calls. Deadlines and budgets. And with the exception of an occasional lunch-time online check of People.com, not a trashy magazine in sight.
Go ahead. Envy me.
In honor of Labor Day - I chose not to labor. Was down at my parents house for a little bit. Came back up to DSM on Sunday so I could have one day at my house where I do more than just sleep in it. So I went out to the Court Ave Street Party on Sunday night with the headlining performance by Reel Big Fish. Hadn't heard some of their stuff since college, so that was cool. Had some cocktails, met some new friends, avoided ex-boyfriends, all in all, a solid Sunday performance. Even traded some digits -- GASP.
We shall see on that one. You never know how that is going to go when you meet someone in a bar.
Yesterday was spent in dedication to two things -- 1) sleep. 2) my house.
I did better at #1
Although, I did get quite a few things done around the house. And got my mom's b-day party invitations finished up. Just not mailed. So if you didn't get an invite via the mail and you think that you should, rest assured, it will be there shortly.
That then translated to a day of laundry and watching mind numbing, brain cell killing television. And I think it is fair to say that I found my place. Vh1. Rock of Love. Bret Michaels, yes of Poison fame, looking for "true Love". With 20 year old strippers. But I love it. I love it for its trashiness. I love it for its bull shit drama. I love it for the train wreck that is the whole show. Check it out. I PROMISE you will not be disappointed. Think groupies who still think that "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" is still the uber-power ballad of all time. Which it very well may be -- but that is not the issue here.
This of course took me right up to that part of the night that got interesting. When the phone started ringing with text messages. From the boy that I had my little make out session with a few weeks back. Over the course of a few text's back and forth, I was invited over to come watch a movie. So I did. And we hung out. And had a good time. And yes, we made out a little bit more. Sometimes a little making out is good for the soul. Martine says I had a date. I don't think so. I think we just hung out for a little bit.
On another note, I just tried logging into my messenger client and for the life of me CANNOT remember my password. And of course, the "security question" does not seem to be doing the trick.
Grr. I just want to do a little IMing.
Now Watching: the daily show
That just seems insane to me. Where in the hell did my summer go? It wasn't at the pool, on the boat, at the lake or plopped in a beach chair reading trashy magazines -- so where is it?
WHERE HAS MY SUMMER GONE?!?!?!?!
Oh, there it is.
In a cube.
Split between meetings and conference calls. Deadlines and budgets. And with the exception of an occasional lunch-time online check of People.com, not a trashy magazine in sight.
Go ahead. Envy me.
In honor of Labor Day - I chose not to labor. Was down at my parents house for a little bit. Came back up to DSM on Sunday so I could have one day at my house where I do more than just sleep in it. So I went out to the Court Ave Street Party on Sunday night with the headlining performance by Reel Big Fish. Hadn't heard some of their stuff since college, so that was cool. Had some cocktails, met some new friends, avoided ex-boyfriends, all in all, a solid Sunday performance. Even traded some digits -- GASP.
We shall see on that one. You never know how that is going to go when you meet someone in a bar.
Yesterday was spent in dedication to two things -- 1) sleep. 2) my house.
I did better at #1
Although, I did get quite a few things done around the house. And got my mom's b-day party invitations finished up. Just not mailed. So if you didn't get an invite via the mail and you think that you should, rest assured, it will be there shortly.
That then translated to a day of laundry and watching mind numbing, brain cell killing television. And I think it is fair to say that I found my place. Vh1. Rock of Love. Bret Michaels, yes of Poison fame, looking for "true Love". With 20 year old strippers. But I love it. I love it for its trashiness. I love it for its bull shit drama. I love it for the train wreck that is the whole show. Check it out. I PROMISE you will not be disappointed. Think groupies who still think that "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" is still the uber-power ballad of all time. Which it very well may be -- but that is not the issue here.
This of course took me right up to that part of the night that got interesting. When the phone started ringing with text messages. From the boy that I had my little make out session with a few weeks back. Over the course of a few text's back and forth, I was invited over to come watch a movie. So I did. And we hung out. And had a good time. And yes, we made out a little bit more. Sometimes a little making out is good for the soul. Martine says I had a date. I don't think so. I think we just hung out for a little bit.
On another note, I just tried logging into my messenger client and for the life of me CANNOT remember my password. And of course, the "security question" does not seem to be doing the trick.
Grr. I just want to do a little IMing.
Now Watching: the daily show
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