And She’s Back

Well, hello. It’s been awhile. To get up to speed quickly, we’re back in Denver (yay!), the energy vampire is on her own again (double yay), and aside from a little DUI trouble (d’oh), life is pretty good.

Stay tuned…


The song should’ve been “I Don’t Like Saturdays”

What do the The Boomtown Rats know, anyway? While I suppose there are those who look forward to Saturday with as much glee as they look forward to Monday with dread, I’m the opposite. Saturdays, you see, mean that everyone is home. By everyone I mean 2 kids, 1 husband, 1 dog, 1 cat, 2 birds, 2 turtles, and a fish.

Don’t get me wrong. I always have high hopes for Saturday. It just never turns out quite like I had planned. Instead of being able to calmly drink my coffee and enjoy some sunshine and outdoor solitude, I end up with a screaming toddler who hates the word “No!” and a bored 5-year old who won’t stop bugging me about his damn GameCube (I swear I’m going to burn that thing!) Add to that a husband who has worked hard all week and wants to sit around all weekend watching sports and playing online poker (meaning either the house magically cleans itself up, or I do it), and Saturdays are a real treat for me.

Right now, I’m enjoying my 60 minutes of peace, quiet, and coffee since Meshegne took the boys to Sabbath school. No, I don’t go to Sabbath school with them. We’ll talk about that later. ๐Ÿ™‚ I should be looking for his keys, the loss of which this morning caused much frustration and irritation. First I’m going to finish my blog duties, then I’ll go straighten up and see if I can find them. I have a 4:00 massage with a friend today (Happy Birthday to me! Thanks Meshegne!).

Maybe this Saturday can be salvaged…

(For those of you who don’t get The Boomtown Rats reference, they were a bad in the 80’s. The leader, Bob Geldof, was the organizer of the original Live Aid. One of their biggest hits was a song called “I Don’t Like Mondays“. For those of you who do know the song, don’t worry. I’m not ready for a shooting spree.)

Vodka, tequila, and beer, oh my

vodka, tequila, beer, cocktails, mixed drinks, etc.

Did I say I was going to take advantage of Mother’s last few days here? After just 1 night, I may have to hang up my drinking shoes. Sad, sad, sad.

Meshegne decided on Saturday that he wanted to go out. I jumped up and said “OK!” seeing as how he really never wants to go out anymore. He even took me to my favorite pub AND threw darts with me. That’s where the trouble began. Just to give you a little background, Meshegne is a true dart master. Back home, we both played in dart leagues. He played in the league that was one step away from GOD-like. I played in the league that was one step away from the gutter–oh wait, that’s bowling. You get the point. I didn’t suck, but I wasn’t nearly as good as Meshegne. I digress. We played darts. I played God-like. He did not. Much celebratory drinking ensued.

Helpful hint: don’t mix vodka cocktails for staying in, with celebratory shots of tequila when you’re out. Topped with bottles of beer. Never a good combination–especially at my age.

Needless to say, my “mother-of-the-year” nomination is close to being rescinded, seeing as how I spent most of Sunday curled up in a ball on the couch, yelling “Turn that damn thing down!” and “Where’s your father??!!”

I managed to watch about 2 minute of football, think about the laundry, wolf down a burger and a soda, and nap for 6 hours. I guess I’d better pull out the Geritol and Depends, seeing as how my birthday is pending and it appears I need to trade in my ID for an AARP card.

11 days and counting

11 days and counting until Mother goes home. Since she’s packed, unpacked, and repacked her three suitcases, her mood has greatly improved–she hasn’t been bitchy at all. In fact, she’s been uncharacteristically helpful. Doing dishes, taking the boys, helping with the new pooch–it’s positively eerie. I guess the prospect of leaving and heading home has changed her outlook.

This is a good thing. Of course I’m conflicted about her leaving, but having her here just hasn’t worked out. Of course, the little diner down the street just posted a “Help Wanted” sign. Where was that sign 3 weeks ago? (sigh)

The goose will probably miss her the most. We’ve told him that she’s going home and even though he says he understands, how can a 5-year old really grasp the concept of work/money/happiness? To him, happiness is watching “Transformers” for the upteenth time while putting himself into a sugar coma by drinking his body weight in Capri Sun. I want him to remain this way for a while longer–ignorance is truly bliss.

So I have 11 days to take advantage. Meshegne and I are heading out this evening, leaving Mother with the bear (the goose is going with daddy). I can cook up a few more outings for mommy and daddy while she’s here. ๐Ÿ™‚

When it rains, it pours

If it’s not one thing, it’s another.

Murphy’s law.

And any other stupid clichรฉ you can think of for when things are just shitty. Now my iPhone is jacked up. I’ve been trying to restore the damn thing since updating the software this afternoon. Literally 10 hours later, and it’s still nothing more than a stylized brick. I swear, I’m a huge Apple nut, but these days, I’m getting a little pissed. I have nothing but problems whenever I have to go through a major software update. If they can’t make their peripherals as sound as their computers, they should just stick to the box (or the book, in my case).

© Wired-16.04

© Wired-16.04

I’m done f’ing with it tonight. I’ll plug the damn thing into my PC tomorrow and see if that will do the trick.

I guess this is what happens when you choose high maintenance toys. No word on the Saab status. I didn’t have a phone to call.


With so much sh*t going on right now, I’m having a bugger of a time focusing. Thank goodness the workload is light, and I’m ahead of schedule on my current project at my paying gig. Otherwise I’d be in trouble. I’m in this odd, melancholy-type mood and I’m having trouble shaking it. It doesn’t help that I went ahead and authorized my mechanic to start work on 2 of the 3 jobs that need to be done to my car (to the tune of about $950). The third can’t be started until the part I bought from eBay gets to him. I’m not holding out any hope that he will receive it by Friday morning (as I just ordered it this afternoon). This means I’m probably sans Saab until next Tuesday. That’s going to make moving my mom’s crap into storage a challenge. We have Meshegne’s Mountaineer, but when you’re a 2-car family, you actually get used to having two cars. I know, I know…there are people out there much worse off than me. Like my mom. Unfortunately, that doesn’t make being car-less for a week any easier.

Have I mentioned the $950? Meshegne is going to flip (if I actually choose to tell him). Since I do the books, it’s not difficult to loan myself some dough from the “slush fund” and pay it back with my spending money. Yes, we have an allowance. It keeps us (me) from spending money willy-nilly, which I’m known to do. You have to keep me on a pretty short money leash. I’ve already budgeted it in—I’ll have the “slush fund” paid back the middle of October if all goes well. Of course, the best laid plans of mice and men…

The ramblings in my head

You’d think with four other blogs, I wouldn’t need a fifth. Well, as my mother would say, “That’s what you get for thinking.” My other blogs all serve different purposes:

  1. one is my new pet project;
  2. one is to keep family, friends, and sometimes myself, updated with our life;
  3. one is to rant about my hate/love relationship with my car (sometimes it’s love/hate, but right now, the hate is stronger, since it has to go into the shop AGAIN);
  4. and one is to track my weight loss progress.

Of course, you’re asking yourself why they can’t all be rolled into one. I believe in compartmentalizing. Some family, while wanting to know what’s going on with us, will probably NOT want to hear my grumblings regarding the Goose’s SDA education. My hubby (Meshegne going forward) most definitely does not want to hear about what the car has/is costing me. I only send out updates on my weight loss to the most supportive family and friends–if strangers come across it, that’s ok. ๐Ÿ™‚ And finally, I’m pretty good at what I do for a living, so I wanted to offer my opinions and expertise.

So, the aforementioned blogs don’t serve the purpose of letting me get what’s in my head out without having to censor everything I say which is why I decided to start #5, with a little more anonymity. I didn’t even know I had signed up for this blog until I had to stumble through finding the API key for one of my other blogs. Happy discovery.

So, hello world. This is me and the ramblings in my head.