'Tis Hump Day
And guess who's not doin' much humpin'...
Good guess.
Want a cookie?
So what's new, folks?
Anything worth mentioning?
Not much on my end.
Just work.
Imagine that.
Do I actually do anything else?
Nope.
Not really.
Just work.
What about play?
Hmmm...
Well, I do play a little baseball on the computer whenever possible.
That's play.
Ummm...
That's actually about it.
Starting Monday, I'm going back to my old shift.
I've been doing the 7A-3:30P for a while now, but since I'm no longer working travel (YAY YAY YAY!) I'm sort of forced into it.
So, I'll be going back to my 8A-4:30P shift.
I'm not happy about it, but there's nothing I can actually do about it.
I suppose it's ok.
It does mean I can stay up a little later at night, and I can wake up at 6AM instead of 5:30.
So that's a plus.
But it means I'll be at work till almost 5 every night, and that's no good.
The later I'm here, the pissier I get.
But what can I do?
Nothing, right, exactly.
So, no use bitchin' about it.
*pauses for a sip of coffee*
I did get some bad news the other evening.
Matthew can't come down to visit this week.
His mother has a doctor's appt. and no one else knows how to actually get to the doctor's office other than him.
SO, he has to tag along, Friday.
He was supposed to come here, Thursday :(
But whatever.
It's not going to stop me from seeing him.
Plans have now shifted to me driving up there Friday after work.
Plans have also been made to get some quality alone time for the two of us.
We're telling his friends that we need at least one night to ourselves.
That never happens when I visit him.
His friends know when I come to town, there's always a party :)
And they all love me, which is nice, so yeah, we never get any alone time.
But this week, your God willing, we'll get the time we want/need.
My Mom's been down a bit over the last couple weeks.
We had a minor tragedy in our home.
Our Dachshund, Kramer, has had a mild stroke.
Because of this, his left legs, front and back, have almost quit working.
They don't really support him anymore, and when he tries to run, he ends up flipping over and rolling around on the ground until he can get his good legs back under him.
It's really sad to watch, but he's trying very hard.
Bad thing is, there's nothing that can be done.
So we're not sure what options we actually have, other than letting him live with it, or putting him to sleep.
And according to Mom, we could put her to sleep before we could ever do so to the dog.
So I guess he's just going to live as a half-cripple for the rest of his days.
I don't like the sound of that, but what can I do...
Correct, nothing.
*pauses for another sip of coffee*
My bum's feelin' a bundle better.
I still get some pain and irritation, which is enough to make a man cry, but these steroid enemas really seem to be helping.
I'm hopeful my backside will be back in sexable shape soon.
I'm sure that will please Matthew, though I don't really let him do that to me.
I mean, I have, but, well, you know, the thicker they are, the more apt I am to say "Um, No."
Then again, you don't know it's working until you try and use it, so I'm going to have to get it going at some point.
Probably not this weekend, but I'd like to try before he takes off for school.
He's 15 days from leaving, and they're still jacking him around about his loan.
It's sad, but we're trying.
He's about to come unglued.
*one more sip*
My brother and I played football outside yesterday with my nephew, Ari, and three of my little cousins, Brian, Dillon and Cameron.
One of them lives across the street, and his great-grandmother (my aunt) drops by all the time.
She's also the grandmother to the other two boys.
Anyway, they all dropped by while we were playing outside with Ari, and so we all played together.
Ari had the most fun of all, as he's really into other kids.
He's 3, and doesn't have many little friends, so he finds himself playing with older kids whenever possible.
I just love to watch him have fun.
It's a highlight to any day, which I'm finding is one amazing thing about children.
As I get older, I get happier when I see youth having fun being youth.
And I know, I'm not old.
I should be out there having as much fun as they are.
But I'm not.
And my idea of fun isn't really the same as it used to be.
But that's kewl.
Sometimes, I really hate how things change with time.
Others, I couldn't be happier about.
Ari helps bring the child back out in me.
For that, I can be nothing but thankful.
Have any of you noticed just how entertaining The Wiggles and The Doodlebops are?
I sure have.
Their songs are addictive.
And I really want to have sex with one of them.
I won't say who, but he's a Doodlebop and he's HOT, even if he is blue.
Whatever.
You know you think so, too.
Ok kids, time to end this madness.
I'm tired, and I'm ready to go home.
Now I just have to find something to do until then.
Good luck, I know.
Perhaps I'll have some more coffee :)
I'm not shaking as bad as I should be.
Gotta get on that.
PEACE, y'all.
Good guess.
Want a cookie?
So what's new, folks?
Anything worth mentioning?
Not much on my end.
Just work.
Imagine that.
Do I actually do anything else?
Nope.
Not really.
Just work.
What about play?
Hmmm...
Well, I do play a little baseball on the computer whenever possible.
That's play.
Ummm...
That's actually about it.
Starting Monday, I'm going back to my old shift.
I've been doing the 7A-3:30P for a while now, but since I'm no longer working travel (YAY YAY YAY!) I'm sort of forced into it.
So, I'll be going back to my 8A-4:30P shift.
I'm not happy about it, but there's nothing I can actually do about it.
I suppose it's ok.
It does mean I can stay up a little later at night, and I can wake up at 6AM instead of 5:30.
So that's a plus.
But it means I'll be at work till almost 5 every night, and that's no good.
The later I'm here, the pissier I get.
But what can I do?
Nothing, right, exactly.
So, no use bitchin' about it.
*pauses for a sip of coffee*
I did get some bad news the other evening.
Matthew can't come down to visit this week.
His mother has a doctor's appt. and no one else knows how to actually get to the doctor's office other than him.
SO, he has to tag along, Friday.
He was supposed to come here, Thursday :(
But whatever.
It's not going to stop me from seeing him.
Plans have now shifted to me driving up there Friday after work.
Plans have also been made to get some quality alone time for the two of us.
We're telling his friends that we need at least one night to ourselves.
That never happens when I visit him.
His friends know when I come to town, there's always a party :)
And they all love me, which is nice, so yeah, we never get any alone time.
But this week, your God willing, we'll get the time we want/need.
My Mom's been down a bit over the last couple weeks.
We had a minor tragedy in our home.
Our Dachshund, Kramer, has had a mild stroke.
Because of this, his left legs, front and back, have almost quit working.
They don't really support him anymore, and when he tries to run, he ends up flipping over and rolling around on the ground until he can get his good legs back under him.
It's really sad to watch, but he's trying very hard.
Bad thing is, there's nothing that can be done.
So we're not sure what options we actually have, other than letting him live with it, or putting him to sleep.
And according to Mom, we could put her to sleep before we could ever do so to the dog.
So I guess he's just going to live as a half-cripple for the rest of his days.
I don't like the sound of that, but what can I do...
Correct, nothing.
*pauses for another sip of coffee*
My bum's feelin' a bundle better.
I still get some pain and irritation, which is enough to make a man cry, but these steroid enemas really seem to be helping.
I'm hopeful my backside will be back in sexable shape soon.
I'm sure that will please Matthew, though I don't really let him do that to me.
I mean, I have, but, well, you know, the thicker they are, the more apt I am to say "Um, No."
Then again, you don't know it's working until you try and use it, so I'm going to have to get it going at some point.
Probably not this weekend, but I'd like to try before he takes off for school.
He's 15 days from leaving, and they're still jacking him around about his loan.
It's sad, but we're trying.
He's about to come unglued.
*one more sip*
My brother and I played football outside yesterday with my nephew, Ari, and three of my little cousins, Brian, Dillon and Cameron.
One of them lives across the street, and his great-grandmother (my aunt) drops by all the time.
She's also the grandmother to the other two boys.
Anyway, they all dropped by while we were playing outside with Ari, and so we all played together.
Ari had the most fun of all, as he's really into other kids.
He's 3, and doesn't have many little friends, so he finds himself playing with older kids whenever possible.
I just love to watch him have fun.
It's a highlight to any day, which I'm finding is one amazing thing about children.
As I get older, I get happier when I see youth having fun being youth.
And I know, I'm not old.
I should be out there having as much fun as they are.
But I'm not.
And my idea of fun isn't really the same as it used to be.
But that's kewl.
Sometimes, I really hate how things change with time.
Others, I couldn't be happier about.
Ari helps bring the child back out in me.
For that, I can be nothing but thankful.
Have any of you noticed just how entertaining The Wiggles and The Doodlebops are?
I sure have.
Their songs are addictive.
And I really want to have sex with one of them.
I won't say who, but he's a Doodlebop and he's HOT, even if he is blue.
Whatever.
You know you think so, too.
Ok kids, time to end this madness.
I'm tired, and I'm ready to go home.
Now I just have to find something to do until then.
Good luck, I know.
Perhaps I'll have some more coffee :)
I'm not shaking as bad as I should be.
Gotta get on that.
PEACE, y'all.