Back from vacation and WHAM! (only not the band)
I've not written in a ridiculously long time, of that I'm painfully aware.
I'm just back to work after another blissful week on the Cape...next year we've decided to suck it up and get 2 consecutive weeks there, because no sooner to you totally sink into totally relaxation you're scrubbing the toilets and washing the linens and trying to pack your car like a game of tetris, and the relaxation mode is shot.
Anyway...I'm back to work yesterday and my boss decides it's time to start training the business office on these nifty new card readers that we've not so much as taken out of boxes yet. We have yet to be trained on how to use them. I thought for sure my head would explode before 10 am. A bad day to quit smoking (which I had promised the girls I would do apres vacation...stupid stupid stupid). By 2pm I had talked some sense into my boss, and she took some of the heat off my plate, which is still ridiculously full as students begin returning to campus next Wednesday, and I'm working with tight deadlines on the Face Book and ID cards, and blah blah blah. Seriously, I need another vacation just to get over yesterday.
I did not make it through the day without smoking...I came home looking defeated and ready to cry/yell/spit/ whatever, and Geoff made me go get a pack. Good call. We totally vegged out as our kids are making the most of this last week of summer vacation by spending as little time as possible with their parents. This is ok with me...they'll be driving me crazy with requests for back to school supplies and clothing that I cannot afford in no time, so I'll take the peace and quiet for right now.
We watched "Zodiac" last night. I think I'm in love with Mark Ruffalo...but only when in 70's cop attire. Tight plaid polyester slacks and a bow tie...wow. Good movie.
This morning we got a call from the builder. We started to formulate a major kitchen re-do in the spring and it's finally coming to fruition like NOW. Again, not a good time to quit smoking. Nick will come to the house tonight to go over our plans once more, and then we'll start throwing gobs of money at him and by Christmas I should have a sparkly new kitchen and a second bathroom. Did I mention I'll be throwing gobs of money at him? Money I could use for just about anything else right now? Or everything else for that matter? We have a separate account for this job, and the estimate is somewhere in the neighborhood of $30,000.00. I could weep. I wish we had cancelled the job and just dumped that money into a shack on the beach.
Anyway...that's me in a nutshell.
Sorry there wasn't anything about Wham.
I never cared much for George...I was all about Andrew.