Blurf.
I can haz quit o’clock?
2.5 hours, if you wanna scoot over here…
And it’s my Firday, too! 
I got some ‘surprise’ homework on Tuesday which is probably due today so i guess I’ll get started on that.
I’m somewhat nervous today as I’ll be telling a story in sign language class tonight. My story has changed like 5 times because I keep coming up with words that I don’t know how to sign or mime appropriately. Hopefully I’ll stick with this story and it will be a good one.
Bleh
It’s all that lovely plumage.
For all those needing vacations, Knoebels opens 9 days - WOOO!!! We’re heading there Thursday and by Sunday night I plan to have had so many bumper car rides that all my major internal organs have been relocated.
Woke up super-early because Mr. Shoe had to (well, and so did my bladder) so I did all my morning-stuff then and passed back out with an alarm set for ten minutes before I have to leave.
So, I was woken back up checks clock a solid half-hour ago, and I still have sheet lines all over my forearms. I look old.
And better-rested. 
Blurf.
Moving sucks.
I thought moving was kinda fun when I could shove everything I own into the back of a '72 Ford Pinto. Now that it takes half of a semi to move my crap, that’s the definition of suck.
Time flies when you’re having fun… right? I must have been having fun because I went out a little after 10 and came in over 2 hours later, filthy, sweaty, achy, and seriously in need of a landscaping crew. All told, I moved over a dozen plants, pulled a ton of weeds, mulched a little more, and I think I’ve finished a bit more than 2/3 of the front bed. Still more to go, but not today. After I’ve rehydrated, I’m going to gather up the weeds that I pulled, hose down the pavement, and put away my toys. I’s pooped. And I’ve still got to clean the grill and prep the burgers.
I bought pre-made patties, but they need flavor, so I’m going to put them in a bag with worcestershire sauce and onion salt and pepper and let them sit a few hours. Closer to time, I’ll slice an onion, grill some onions and mushrooms, and make up a salad bar of sorts. I may even roast up some N.O.T.s on the grill - chunked up with butter and garlic salt, wrapped in foil. Plus we have some pineapple chunks I bought the other day. Sounds like a well-balanced meal to me.
And right about now, I’d kill for a hot tub…
But I’m at the point of unpacking stuff and buying stuff to hold my stuff. And still bringing stuff from my parents’ house. At least I have my table set up now!
Woo hoo! Car’s fine, nowt much needed fixing, massively less expensive than I was expecting. I feel less guilty about signing up for the pottery class now
And yes, moving does indeed suck. I’m going to have to at some point this year as well.
OK, I’ll bite.
What does it mean, “N.O.T.”?
It means, Not our Taters.
Don’t worry, I asked the same fuckin thing last week. Workin’ on N.O.L. now.
Not Our Lunch; a reference to Noone Special.
My have to really really must do list for today had two items. How many of those have I done? No items. Thanks to the continued turf war in HQ
Busy afternoon for me I guess!
Tis our anniversary today and I have a whole bunch of good smelling flowers that were delivered to work from mr ems this morning. He dun goooood.
I need to go grab lunch then work on my two tasks this afternoon as I have a vacation day tomorrow.
Today is my Friday - yahoo! :D:D:D
ASL storytelling begins in about an hour. Nervous!!
I’m done with the garden for today. Tomorrow, I’ll mow and perhaps transplant a bit more. Shortly, I will scrub the grill and empty the old ashes and lay a new bed of charcoal.
What I really want is a nap. Retirees should be able to nap at will. I think I’m doing it wrong…
I am looking forward to Texas so much, I can hardly stand it. I’m planning what to pack. I’m looking at job sites. I’m forwarding funny comments to my younger brother (“You’d be okay with me running guns out of your house, right? Selling smack? A discreet escort service?” To which he responded “20% cut off the top and use of the girls.”), and I’m trying to figure out how to make my tiny budget stretch as far as possible.
At the same time, I’m agonizing over leaving. Mom is currently in full denial mode. Older brother is silent but watching warily. Dad has had several good days where he only glares at me sourly and sometimes even talks to me.
Last night, I watched Contact on AMC. I know a lot of people hated it, but I’ve always been partial. This time, though, during the scene where she sees her father - even knowing it’s alien technology resurrecting a memory so they can communicate with her - I just bawled my eyes out. I miss my dad so much. I’m never going to get him back. Yet, I see him every day. What I wouldn’t give for two minutes with him like he used to be.
Trying not to panic… I want to go first and get it over with.