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It seems to be a never ending rain of shit around here. I get one thing calmed down and another one starts up. Work is continuing at it's relative slow pace. Wish it were coming to a close soon but I suspect there will be another few weeks of insanity yet after this one. Corrinne has kindly offered to stay on since I haven't found anyone else to take the job that's as skilled as she is -- and while she's still not 100% comfortable with cutting music, together we're muddling through.
Things with the boy are continuing slowly too. We made some headway this week -- trying to work on that ol' demon communication though. We went to his parents on Sunday. I dealt okay with this brother (and it was reciprocal). I've pretty much promised myself and Rick that I will tolerate C. as best I can provided he doesn't do anything stupid. I'm allowed to tell him to fuck off if he gets out of hand both literally and figuratively but I'm trying to be a more caring and compassionate Devi towards him. Only time will tell). We did hit one little bump when it was revealed that Rick and C. and their dad plus Robin were going to some geek thing this coming weekend in London. Not that I minded terribly -- it's just that he didn't tell me about it and I had some silly ideas about going away together for a romantic/dirty weekend (as compared to staying in and doing the same). I'm not terribly hurt although I suspect I came off more disappointed than I wanted to -- and hearing his brother making whipping noises in the midst of things did not help. I am not planning on leading him around by the nose (or any other body parts). I just want to know what his plans are in a timely fashion so I know what I'm doing. I am doing my best to do the same for him. I think he thinks I'm cross with him now about it when I'm really not. He's certainly allowed to go off and doing Manly Things (hell, my dad and baby brother run off to their Formula One and George Formby Society thingees all the time). I just want to know so I don't make the mistake of thinking it's an Us weekend vs. a Doing Things Separately weekend. *sigh* Anyway, now I feel like shite for upsetting him when I didn't mean to. Spose I'll have to make tomorrow's birthday even more special (or do my damnedest).
Because he's going away this weekend, I was invited to do a girlie spa type thing with Auntie Em and Auntie R and Julee. Which will be fun. None of them are sickeningly girlie so it's not like we'll be discussing china patterns or the latest Britney Spears record (well, we might do the last one, but only to nail her to a tree...). However, I got a call on voice mail (thank goodness for being busy) from my darling Mum who is awfully put out because she wasn't included in this little sojourn. I'm pretty certain it was supposed to be a "they're off at their stupid convention, we'll do something for us" meets Mother-In-Laws & Daughter-In-Laws type thing. It wasn't meant as a snub towards her and I didn't even do the arrangements so why she's carrying on at me, I don't know (other than as always, I Can Do No Right.) I suggested she call her sister (Auntie R.) and talk to her about it and why not invited Maddy along too (she's not an official daughter-in-law but I won't be shocked if she does wind up being one some day. Not to mention she's at least Dhan's girlie du jour along with being a cousin of sorts). Mum was vaguely mollified by it -- I just don't want to hear her kvetching about things at the party on Friday.
That at least is somewhat good news -- Frannie managed to snag me white satin 70s-ish clothing for the party as well as a quite flattering long blonde with fringe wig and a big white hat. Oh and white leather knee boots, of course. So I should be quite convincing as Auntie P. when all is said and done. I might be as daring as she was back then and go wild in the cleavage area. I don't think Rick will mind terribly if I did. However, I don't expect him to be touching me up in public the way Uncle Johnny always seemed to be doing with Auntie P, esp. in promotional photos. Then again, he's done quite a lot to surprise me in the past two weeks so who knows.
Frannie also managed to find me a fairly suitable trouser suit for post-dinner tomorrow night. (I think she thinks I've gone out of my tree what with all the costume requests -- there's also a white chemise to be worn on late Sunday. Rick's punishment for going away over the weekend is to dress as my fave Doctor Who for me. Yes, I make him suffer so....) Not sure I can go from mod to FBI stark that easily but he'll have to deal with it as best he can. With the way things are going, I'm seriously considering cancelling any attempts at work for Friday just in case things run very late into the night. And I'm hoping they will.
Just hope we can get past this weirdness about 'permissions" and all that. Not to mention getting my mum calmed down again. I so don't need the aggro. I just want to be able to do what I need to and have fun with my boy without anything going wrong. *sigh* Is that too much to ask?
Things with the boy are continuing slowly too. We made some headway this week -- trying to work on that ol' demon communication though. We went to his parents on Sunday. I dealt okay with this brother (and it was reciprocal). I've pretty much promised myself and Rick that I will tolerate C. as best I can provided he doesn't do anything stupid. I'm allowed to tell him to fuck off if he gets out of hand both literally and figuratively but I'm trying to be a more caring and compassionate Devi towards him. Only time will tell). We did hit one little bump when it was revealed that Rick and C. and their dad plus Robin were going to some geek thing this coming weekend in London. Not that I minded terribly -- it's just that he didn't tell me about it and I had some silly ideas about going away together for a romantic/dirty weekend (as compared to staying in and doing the same). I'm not terribly hurt although I suspect I came off more disappointed than I wanted to -- and hearing his brother making whipping noises in the midst of things did not help. I am not planning on leading him around by the nose (or any other body parts). I just want to know what his plans are in a timely fashion so I know what I'm doing. I am doing my best to do the same for him. I think he thinks I'm cross with him now about it when I'm really not. He's certainly allowed to go off and doing Manly Things (hell, my dad and baby brother run off to their Formula One and George Formby Society thingees all the time). I just want to know so I don't make the mistake of thinking it's an Us weekend vs. a Doing Things Separately weekend. *sigh* Anyway, now I feel like shite for upsetting him when I didn't mean to. Spose I'll have to make tomorrow's birthday even more special (or do my damnedest).
Because he's going away this weekend, I was invited to do a girlie spa type thing with Auntie Em and Auntie R and Julee. Which will be fun. None of them are sickeningly girlie so it's not like we'll be discussing china patterns or the latest Britney Spears record (well, we might do the last one, but only to nail her to a tree...). However, I got a call on voice mail (thank goodness for being busy) from my darling Mum who is awfully put out because she wasn't included in this little sojourn. I'm pretty certain it was supposed to be a "they're off at their stupid convention, we'll do something for us" meets Mother-In-Laws & Daughter-In-Laws type thing. It wasn't meant as a snub towards her and I didn't even do the arrangements so why she's carrying on at me, I don't know (other than as always, I Can Do No Right.) I suggested she call her sister (Auntie R.) and talk to her about it and why not invited Maddy along too (she's not an official daughter-in-law but I won't be shocked if she does wind up being one some day. Not to mention she's at least Dhan's girlie du jour along with being a cousin of sorts). Mum was vaguely mollified by it -- I just don't want to hear her kvetching about things at the party on Friday.
That at least is somewhat good news -- Frannie managed to snag me white satin 70s-ish clothing for the party as well as a quite flattering long blonde with fringe wig and a big white hat. Oh and white leather knee boots, of course. So I should be quite convincing as Auntie P. when all is said and done. I might be as daring as she was back then and go wild in the cleavage area. I don't think Rick will mind terribly if I did. However, I don't expect him to be touching me up in public the way Uncle Johnny always seemed to be doing with Auntie P, esp. in promotional photos. Then again, he's done quite a lot to surprise me in the past two weeks so who knows.
Frannie also managed to find me a fairly suitable trouser suit for post-dinner tomorrow night. (I think she thinks I've gone out of my tree what with all the costume requests -- there's also a white chemise to be worn on late Sunday. Rick's punishment for going away over the weekend is to dress as my fave Doctor Who for me. Yes, I make him suffer so....) Not sure I can go from mod to FBI stark that easily but he'll have to deal with it as best he can. With the way things are going, I'm seriously considering cancelling any attempts at work for Friday just in case things run very late into the night. And I'm hoping they will.
Just hope we can get past this weirdness about 'permissions" and all that. Not to mention getting my mum calmed down again. I so don't need the aggro. I just want to be able to do what I need to and have fun with my boy without anything going wrong. *sigh* Is that too much to ask?