prompted post

I am awake at the ass crack of dawn, AGAIN, so I figured I might as well start this Nano Poblano thing. But my brain isn’t really cooperating to come up with something fabulous and fascinating, so you’re getting this prompted bit instead.

What do you carry with you at all times?

Several things actually…

I am NEVER without something to drink. Lithium dries you out something fierce. I have a multitude of insulated beverage carriers with straws because of this.

Unless I’m at home, I always have my cell phone with me. Mom and Josh like to be able to reach me all the times. And honestly, I like the security of knowing I have access to help.

Because I do still smoke a little, it’s rare that I don’t have at least 1 (or 12) lighters with me


Burt’s Bees Lip Balm

I should really stop thinking it can’t get any worse

10483907_692280644189771_8440997391898688184_nI am so fucking done with this shit, honestly. I’ve got a project that needs to be done for work by Monday and there’s no way I’m going to get it done before I leave at 3. I can’t fucking concentrate for shit. I finally got in touch with the claims guy and he says they should be able to fix it, he doesn’t know for sure because they still haven’t done the full tear down of the front end yet, but his estimate so far is only about $2300. HOWEVER, best case scenario is that it will be ready on November 10th.


All Josh has to say is that he’s sorry. SORRY. Yeah, I bet you’re sorry motherfucker. He isn’t the one who’s been inconvenienced pretty well constantly through this whole ordeal. He still gets to drive a vehicle he can smoke in. He isn’t dealing with the near crippling stress from all of this bullshit. He hasn’t had the fucking shits every goddamn morning for two weeks. And he sure as hell isn’t the one worried the money right now.


happy halloween

b216d2b333ca1eed2f5513eaee2cd31409d4f54eb3d0d1830701cf07f8da32a8Ok, guess we need an update…

I still haven’t heard about the Honda. I have every intention of calling today because I haven’t heard shit since Wednesday and that just isn’t right.

Went with Josh yesterday to see the new doc. He is just like T-Bone described him – a smaller version of himself but with a prescription pad. He’s keeping Josh on the same meds, same doses for now. J goes back in a month. We were there for 2 1/2 hours. The man is nothing if not thorough. And, this is cool, shrinky-poo was his resident way back in the day.

One of my “frequent flyer” faculty members is at it again. She’s got 25 different holding tanks on my server all for the exact same fucking class. Not cool. And I can’t get her to understand why it’s not cool. So when I sent my latest reply to her allegations that I don’t know what I’m doing I CC’d our executive director, who also happens to be a service owner for that box. But it’s annoying to say the least.

The larger size black boots came last night. They’re still too small. I’m still pretty pissed. At Josh’s insistence I’m trying one more pair.

Tomorrow I’m starting the Nano Poblano stuff. I’ve been trying to think of what all I should write about. There seem to be no end of places to get prompts from, I’m just not sure where to get enough time from. Week days should be no problem, I almost always blog every day during the week. It’s the week ends I’m concerned about. But I’m sure I’ll find a way.

I’m wearing the lamest Halloween costume ever. I have on an orange t-shirt with a pumpkin face and black socks with glow in the dark bats. I am “Lazy College Student.” Cut me some slack, at least I’m trying.


that’s me in the corner, whimpering

I’ve kind of just shut down at this point. There’s too much going on and I can’t handle the unreasonable amount of shit being heaped on me. I don’t often feel this way but right now, I surrender.


My jeep needed a new starter. That and the tow came to $450.

Josh’s guitar came last night. He has no real clue what he’s doing, he had already taken his meds, and the thing he ordered so he can plug headphones directly into it hasn’t come yet. My ears felt like they were bleeding by the end of the night.

I redid my homework but I’m entirely confused. She had us submit it twice and told me in one place that it was great but in another place she said it didn’t really fit her entirely contrived situation. I’m probably fucked.

My milk spoiled yesterday because of the illegal alien chicken in my fridge. No milk makes it hard for me to have breakfast. I forgot to bring a replacement half gallon this morning.

I’m totally just not in the mood for all of this shit right now. AND, we get the kid this weekend. I can’t even imagine what kind of awesome that’s going to be.

I apologize for whining about all of my suburban white girl first world problems. I’ll be over myself and back to my usual shiny sarcastic self tomorrow.

please, make it stop

doll8That’s really how I feel right now. Like all of my bits and pieces are disjointed. It SUCKS.

I managed to get bits of work done today, but not like I had wanted to. That really disappointed me, especially since tomorrow I’m leaving at noon to go with Josh to see a new psych doc. And I had forgotten that I was spending the afternoon at the remote office so I wasn’t at all prepared.

When Josh took his afternoon break he sent me a text saying that the jeep, MY jeep, wouldn’t start. He was sure it was just the battery and he still had the jumper cables in the back from when we took the road trip. No sweat, one of the fellas at the plant would give him a jump start and maybe we’d end up needing a new battery. Fifty bucks, TOPS.

So… it’s been towed to the mechanic’s shop to see what’s really wrong.

I didn’t get my walk in tonight, I didn’t have a chance to fix my homework, I didn’t get to do any of the shit I’d normally do on a Wednesday night because HE has been here.

I. Cannot. Fucking. Win.

you tell me

10719154_738339212913525_1194424343_nI’m listening to Dropkick Murphys and contemplating homicide. I think this is the start of a FUCKING PHENOMENAL day, what do you think?

unnamedThere’s an officially official thingy at work today that doesn’t start until 4pm (when I’m supposed to go home!) that my boss is insisting I attend. Since all of the high muckity-mucks will be there I figured I should dress like a big kid and maybe wear our school colors to show some spirit or something. Our colors are red, black, and white – cuz we are totally fucking original. Whee. Anyway, I have a bitchin’ pair of red rose socks that I thought would be a great addition to the ensemble. Except my little black Mary Jane Skechers don’t fit anymore.

huhI am 38 years old and evidently my feet are still fucking growing. So, no cute black shoes for me today. I contemplating wearing clogs, but my black clogs are pretty fucking ragged looking. And of course the black boots which may or may not fit still haven’t arrived. I’m not sure if this really works or not, but it’s the best I could do.

2014-10-29 07.37.56I am SO fucking classy, no? NO. Moving on…

I got part way to work and realized that my tea bottle, which is really an old 64 oz juice bottle I’ve recycled, is still sitting in the drain rack in the kitchen. Stopped at the convenience store to get something to drink today and got to have a conversation with the clerk about dragonflies having sex in midair. That was swell.

I got to work and went to put away my tea and my breakfast/lunch bits in my personal office fridge (as in it was a Christmas gift from my folks for ME and it lives in MY office) and there’s NO ROOM because someone has put a gigantic fucking bowl of leftover fried chicken in there. (apparently this is the portion of the program where I sound like a spoiled brat) Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind letting folks stash stuff in there now and again, but I had to play fucking Tetris just to get my stuff in there and I couldn’t even get it all.

1383643_813589495358567_961812347528602858_nSo my morning is not really off to a swell start. My boss and one of my co-workers are out at a conference and I’m supposed to be taking care of some shit, but of course no one has bothered to give me all the details and I’m not even sure who to get them from. And the work just keeps coming…

I called and left a message with the Grad Studies people yesterday about my degree shit and it turns out that the person I need to talk to is an old knitting buddy. Well, she’s not sure she’s the person, but she’s going to help me. She’s thinking we’ll have to get approval from the Cunty Prof. (new name, you like?)

2014-09-09 23.07.52I’m really just thinking I should set out an anxiety pill now so that I take it this afternoon. I haven’t taken the afternoon dose in ages, but I think today I just might benefit from more meds.