One more day

Because my work sucks, I am off on Friday. I am only complaining because day off = no pay. Otherwise, having Friday off is awesome. My mother came over last night to spend the night so she could give my sister a break. We had spaghetti and meatballs and watched American Idol and the Red Sox game. It was a lovely evening. She is coming over again on Thursday, which is also the day of Miles' first baseball practice. Then he has a game on Saturday. That should be interesting.

Go Sox!

Off to do stuff.

Monday sucks

I guess I can't complain that much. I have a short day at work today (9-2), but it is yucky out and all I want to do is go back to bed. I slept strangely and had a dream that John Mayer proposed to Paula Abdul live on American Idol. I am not sure why I had that dream since I watched nothing relating to any of those things yesterday. Anyhow, as is usual for Monday, I am cranky.

It was nice all last week and now this week it is supposed to be rainy and crappy pretty much every day. I know that I have to work, so it shouldn't really matter what the weather is like, but nice weather really puts one in a good mood, even if you are at work.

Off to be cranky.

Slacker

I have been really bad about writing lately. I don't know what my problem is. I guess it is just that I am too tired and/or busy to bother. I shall try to do better, but I can't promise anything.

I am on my mini-vacation. It is very nice outside, so I can't complain about the weather, but I would feel better if I weren't so broke. The IRS was very unkind to us this year, so I have been depressed about that. It seems like the more you make, the more you get screwed. It is almost better, sometimes, to be desperately poor. I remember when we had our first apartment and we paid $500 a month and that was it. Everything was included, we didn't have any car payments or credit cards. I was pregnant, but we had state insurance, so everything was free. Now I have this big house, but it's so fucking expensive I can't stand it. And gas is expensive, and food. And I make less now than I did then because my job sucks. I need a new one that isn't so lame. It's just hard to change. It would be nice to win the lottery, but I suppose it would help if I actually played.

Off to the playground.

Tired

I have a mini-vacation coming up next week, and all I can say is it can't come soon enough. I am tired, I have cramps, and some sort of allergy-thing that is making me sound like a man. All I want is lots of sleep. Honestly, I wouldn't care about a fancy vacation somewhere, even if I could afford it. If I could just have a few days to myself with no interruptions or responsibilities so I could do nothing but sleep, I would be the happiest person in the world.

Off to not sleep.

Must...survive...the...week

All I can say is I can't wait until tomorrow at around 1:30. I have overtime, so I get to get out an hour or so early, and it can't come soon enough. This week has seemed especially obnoxious. Perhaps it is because it is the first full week I have worked since my mother fell. I have been sleeping like crap, which makes me have trouble getting up on time. I plan to sleep late on Saturday, no matter what anyone else has to say about it. Perhaps I will wear earplugs so I won't hear any sassy comments.

Off to wallow.

Blood, anyone?

I gave blood today. This is absolutely the only good thing I do for other people. It is only the third time I have done it, but I feel like it is my obligation. Apparently I have a rare blood type, which is probably why they seem so nice to me there. The thing I need to remember is to bring a book when I go because I end up waiting for quite a while sometimes. I checked in at 5:15 and didn't leave until 7:00, I am not one for small talk so I could have really used some reading material. Anyway, I did it and I feel good now. I highly recommend it to anyone who feels like they do nothing but take up space. Just be prepared for a lot of questions about your sex life. If you are a prostitute from Africa who has had a skin graft maybe you should stay home, though.

Off to replenish my fluids.

Another long week is over

I had a cranky week. There were lots of reasons for it; work, family, etc; but I won't dwell on those. Today is Saturday and Erik is painting. Miles and I have plans to go over to my sister's house. We were there last night to watch the game and hang out. Today Miles and Rory are going to hang out with my mother while Jen and I make a trip to the tundra where my mother's house is. I am not looking forward to it. Going there is stressful and depressing and overwhelming all at once. I think I may have convinced my mother that she needs to just sell the house and not worry about all the things that are wrong with it. But we have to clean it out first. No one could really get what it is like. Whatever the worst is you can imagine, multiply that by ten and that is her house. It makes me want to curl into a ball and go to sleep.

Off to drink heavily.