And....they're off!
This week has kicked my ass. I had a little bit of a mixup, and I took twice as much work as I needed to for one of the entities for which I work. No problem. Payday's going to be awesome.
My glasses finally came in and they're still waiting for me...two of three children in the Vennum household had school orientation. I like the teachers. We've all had them before, with the exception of the new junior high math teacher, who smiles a lot even though she's nearing 60.
And they're not fake smiles, either.
Sunny was attacked by all those friends she missed over the summer. Dude sat next to Boo and shook his head. Apparently, the two of us are about more than Dude can handle. We had a good time. Dude thinks we're embarrassing. Go fig.
Comment: It's Erbitux, stupid. Not Irbutrex. Get out the ol' oncology manual.
Observation: When one of my pedal feet get too tired and I switch over, why do my fingers get mixed up, too?
Cool. I'm sending carbon copies to Dr. Berger and Dr. Shaikh. Heh.
It's now 5:45 a.m. I'm still trying to get the last bit of work done. Sunny woke up at 5:00 a.m. She won't be sunny this afternoon when she gets home, I'll wager.
I...am...so...tired. Sunny's going to throw a fit, but she's waking up Dude and letting Boo in, let them out, and leave by the back door so the twins can let themselves in when they get back...if I'm sleeping. That's been a hot commodity lately.
Ramble, ramble, ramble random ranting, right?
Friday, August 17, 2007
My job loves me, nobody here does
You know, everyone here hates me.
1. I smoke. You know I smoke. Please, just walk into my room, my office, where I am known to smoke. I don't do much of it anywhere else in the house, unless I'm watching movies or talking to your dad. Yes, I'd like to smoke less, but I don't purposely light up when I know you're coming.
**Edit, 08/21/07** This is a defensive post if I ever made one. I do need to quit smoking. I don't need to be smoking around my kids. I saw another bumper sticker today, "Have you puffed on your kids today?" I will be making efforts to smoke outside. Let you know how it goes.**
2. According to some of you, I am "selfish" for not wanting to do six loads of laundry, hang 4 of them up to dry, and dry 2 others, making dinner from scratch, and earning $175 so far today (and I'm not finished), make two things of Kool-Aid, four pitchers of tea, pick up trash, fold and put away the last laundry I did, rearrange bedding, etc., etc., etc., and then take you down to Gasmart to buy soda. You drank most of mine. I want that last one for the crap that gets in my throat in the morning. If you want it, take a walk. I'll give you the money. It ain't that far.
3. I want 24 hours away from this computer. In order to do that, I must sit here and get all my stuff out of the way! Does ANYONE understand this?
Can't make a fucking person happy in this house.
SOMEBODY's sleeping under a wet blanket. I won't say who. Usually, when I wash blankets, I use the dryer. However, since Ameren decided to fuck us before kissing us, I hung this particular person's blanket on the line (we have five lines crisscrossed across our very large laundry room).
"The blanket's wet!" I said when I saw it.
"Am I supposed to wait up all fucking night for it to dry?"
"I have 1000 blankets in this house!"
I got two for him to choose from.
"Nah, I'm fine."
WTF?
1. I smoke. You know I smoke. Please, just walk into my room, my office, where I am known to smoke. I don't do much of it anywhere else in the house, unless I'm watching movies or talking to your dad. Yes, I'd like to smoke less, but I don't purposely light up when I know you're coming.
**Edit, 08/21/07** This is a defensive post if I ever made one. I do need to quit smoking. I don't need to be smoking around my kids. I saw another bumper sticker today, "Have you puffed on your kids today?" I will be making efforts to smoke outside. Let you know how it goes.**
2. According to some of you, I am "selfish" for not wanting to do six loads of laundry, hang 4 of them up to dry, and dry 2 others, making dinner from scratch, and earning $175 so far today (and I'm not finished), make two things of Kool-Aid, four pitchers of tea, pick up trash, fold and put away the last laundry I did, rearrange bedding, etc., etc., etc., and then take you down to Gasmart to buy soda. You drank most of mine. I want that last one for the crap that gets in my throat in the morning. If you want it, take a walk. I'll give you the money. It ain't that far.
3. I want 24 hours away from this computer. In order to do that, I must sit here and get all my stuff out of the way! Does ANYONE understand this?
Can't make a fucking person happy in this house.
SOMEBODY's sleeping under a wet blanket. I won't say who. Usually, when I wash blankets, I use the dryer. However, since Ameren decided to fuck us before kissing us, I hung this particular person's blanket on the line (we have five lines crisscrossed across our very large laundry room).
"The blanket's wet!" I said when I saw it.
"Am I supposed to wait up all fucking night for it to dry?"
"I have 1000 blankets in this house!"
I got two for him to choose from.
"Nah, I'm fine."
WTF?
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