I already have it. Blurf.
Gak. Morning. Last night I woke up because I heard a cat crying somewhere. After spending ten minutes locating both of my cats (who were in my bedroom, where I neglected to look before traipsing through my house), I deduced that neither of them had been making those noises and went back to bed.
Where I immediately heard the cat again. Since the Bell Tower enables me to hear pretty much everything that goes on both in the building and out in the middle of town, I can only assume that one of my neighbors’ cats was thoroughly pissed.
Or there’s a microscopic kitten in my pillow.
URF! Twuck needs new rotors. That’s three hunnert and fiddy bucks I don’t wanna spend! However, I must so I shall. Sigh, new roof and new brakes in a week’s time. Since I don’t have chilluns I guess my money must be spent on inanimate objects. URF! Urf, btw, is the sound of my cheap self shellin’ out money.
Guess this means I need to stay employed. Sigh.
Now I’m up for reals.
The HFH is supposed to leave today for a week, so there will be much happy dancing for me this week Sadly the hounds from hell will still be here. However when one is handed a gift of peace and sanity, one should be thankful no matter how small the gift.
So I need to get up, get cleaned up and dressed and be on my way to my friends for lunch.
As soon as I can get up because the HFH has been in the bathroom for almost an hour and her f’in dogs have the hallway blocked so I can’t even run downstairs because if I leave my room the Sah-dog will have a fit because he needs to go out.
I have to call the bank because one of my automatic payments got taken out twice.
Oh yes, today’s Monday. It’s the 3rd day of a 4-day weekend for me.
I may go out in search of coffee soon. Have to buy it myself as I’m not at work or school, where I get free coffee.
I drank Moroccan tea at work last week. That was… an experience. 
**sari **- glad you mentioned your bank. My debit card wasn’t recognized by the ATM when I tried to get cash this weekend, so I need to contact the credit union. It’s a new card and it was the first time I tried to use it, so I’m assuming there’s a problem with the card itself. FCD’s card worked just fine in the same machine.
It’s a plot against me - I just know it!!!
Second load of laundry is washing, first is drying. I’m showered and dressed and having some strawberries before I attack the kitchen. It’s been raining on and off - a very humid, icky day here. But too cool yet to close up the house and turn on the air. Which means when I clean the carpet spots, they’ll take forever to dry… altho I can turn on some fans.
So very, very difficult to be me… 
Between Saturday and Sunday, I dug out a 12x8 hole for a garden patch, assembled the framing for said garden, which was 8" high/deep. Then I schlepped most of about a yard and half of garden soil from the pile in my neighbor’s driveway across the street to fill the plot.
Sunday, I dug out and cleaned up some flower beds, then planted various and sundry veggies in Saturday’s plot. Then off to Hell Depot to get some bushes and flowers. Oh, and a tree 
THEN I schlepped about another 1 1/2 - 2 yards across the street to fill some low spots, complete flower beds and make a big-ass pile where we’ll build a retaining wall in front of the house in a few weeks to fill with more fucking shit that’ll grow up to be pretty.
Than I used about 6 bags of sand and pea gravel to (a) fill in around and under a stoop off my back garage door and to make a gravel bed for the hose to sit on, on the side of the house. Then planted a tree.
Then I rested.
Oh, and the Rangers lost.
… one shovelful at a time…
:eek:
Well, that was my mental image anyway. 
Somewhere between sitting down to work this morning and getting up to check the printer toner, I seem to have pulled something in my back. When did I get so old? I demand my former muscle elasticity back. Hopefully, if I just sit here very still, I’ll be okay. If only I didn’t have to stand up on my tippytoes and reach over into the next cubicle every time I need something off the printer.
Well, this is interesting. My upper back is killing me, as in it woke me up at 3 this morning. It’s like a crick in the neck, but in the middle of my neck. And I’m out of painkillers, so I’ll have to add “get Tylenol” to the Big List of Stuff To Do Today.
Yes, back, I hear you. We will get the yoga started up again once you loosen the hell up a bit. (Can’t do forward bends with a stiff neck like this.)
If anyone has good thoughts to spare, send them towards Irish Storyteller. He’s resorting to Legal Measures to get the psycho bitch out of his house. Actually, send them to her kids that she’s neglecting–we’re hoping there’s a major custody loss in her direction on Friday. Once this is all settled I’m going to have a bad relationship story to tell that will rival some of the ones **sari **tells about her people.
Just realized there’s no noon Rotary meeting today but I was assuming there was and therefore did not pack lunch. 
Morning! Two day irk week then off for 6 days and 5 nights of camping fun.
Yesterday I put a 100lb pork shoulder (well in seems like it. probably closer to 4lbs) in the crock pot with green chilis and green salsa and cooked it all day. The house smelled wonderful, and TheElf was disappointed that we weren’t going to have it for dinner. It’s for the camping trip. I’m a cruel woman. I also sorted through and repacked the kitchen camping box.
I also sorted and reorganized the junk drawers in the kitchen because I needed to find the garage remote battery. They open and close easily again!
Otherwise the weekend was relatively boring. Except for the Spectrum Fantasy and SciFi art show on Friday. That was cool.
Its just poop lol
My mission to procure coffee was a success. Now I ought to actually get to work on things.
I have today and tomorrow off, but I intend to work on several personal music-related projects.
But I’ll browse the Dope a while longer.
Two loads of laundry done - last one is in the dryer. I suppose I can’t ignore the mess that is my kitchen any longer… alas…
I always leave the kitchen for last. I can’t help it. I hate it so much.
All laundry is done, as is the kitchen, mostly. And I ran the vacuum. Now I’m going to have lunch, then get out the shampooer and clean the puppeh spots on the carpet. My back is feeling better as I move around more - good sign, I guess…
+1
I see some juicy MMPs in our future…
The HFH finally left.
Sah-son got off to school. I didn’t know he is going in 3 hours late for four days because of tests.
He has only 8 days of school left and 4 of them are half days.
My mother has been bitching at me all morning, she is in rare form today.
One of her rants was, "well I guess you’re happy but you’re not the one stuck taking care of her dogs all week, you are so selfish, you don’t think how this is affecting me’.
Gee mom, you agreed to take care of her dogs for a week and somehow that makes me selfish. :rolleyes:
Once again somehow my sister dumping her responsibilities on my mother becomes my fault and I’m a selfish bitch.
Then my mother throws in my face an argument we had something like 15 years ago.
When my sister remarried her big bad county cop husband moved into her house and decided he was going to rule over my then teenaged nieces. My sister backed up her husband and told my nieces they could comply with his rules or they could get out.
My younger niece choose getting out and moved in with my mother.
Her father started sending the child support checks to my mother because he figured my mother should be getting the money instead of my sister.
My mother kept half the child support and gave the other half to my niece for spending money.
The month my niece turned 18 and the support ended my mother raised my rent by the amount of the child support.
She swore it had nothing to do with the child support ending, it was just a co-incidence that it happened at the same time. :rolleyes:
I was pissed but I wasn’t paying that much as it was and everything was okay until my mother told me to give her half of the increase and to give the other half to my niece.
That is when I blew up and told her I wasn’t paying the increase and if she wanted money to give my niece she needed to get it from my sister because I’d be damned if I was going to do it, she’s not my child and not my responsibility.
So that was my mother’s example of another time I was being a selfish bitch. :rolleyes:
Even my sister has thrown that one in my face of what a horrible selfish person I am for not giving money to my niece.
Helloooooo! She’s not my kid and at 18 she should have a job and be making her own spending money.
Ya think?
So when I pointed out to my mother that that was probably not the best example to bring up of me being a selfish bitch she really got pissed and sent me to my room, which is where I was heading anyway.
::sigh:: it’s not easy being the selfish bitch of the family, it’s a dirty job but somebody has to do it 
