Ok fine

I am absolutely determined to get myself out of whatever the hell this funk is.
I’m sick and tired of being upset and disappointed and whatever the hell is wrong with me, I’ve had it…

So, on that note…
I cleaned up an old website, found sets that I made literally years ago, that somehow got lost in the shuffle. I’m surprised to see that this still gets as much traffic as it does. Everything looks pretty archaic to me. I removed some that were just so bad they were painful to look at, but it was fun looking at the progress that I’d made and really… I used to enjoy doing them so much.

Maybe someday I’ll get back into that. Maybe not.

I was thinking about taking a cat nap. Still might, but I really should clean the kitchen so that when it’s time to think about making dinner for the crew, I don’t feel like throwing out what’s in the sink to make room for what I’m going to use.

I’ve been meaning to register about 5 books with Book Crossing for about two weeks now. I’ll have to do that today also.

I have about 400 pages left in “The Fiery Cross” and I’m enjoying it immensely, but then again, I always enjoy her books. I love a book that I can really get lost in and these fit the bill.

Ok, see? I’m better already.

Sometimes…

It’s just enough. You know?
I’ve done my best to take a bad situation and make it work, but I’m just not getting anywhere. I feel like I need to take inventory of my entire life and get rid of everything that isn’t working. All the people and practices that just aren’t making sense anymore.

I know there was a reason that I created them in the first place, but they just don’t fit anymore. They’re just not useful. Once you put these things into place, however, they’re very hard to let go of.

I also know that this is just a bad time of year for me. I’ll get over it. I always do. But man, I’m sick to death of being sad.

Holy Sh**! It’s Guns and F***ing Roses!

Obviously, I’m too old for MTV.After three hours of insipid drivel, bad clothes, really bad music and all around bad taste, I was pretty fed up. It’s difficult to pick the high(low?) light of the evening, there were so many.  Remember when winning an award was an honor? One that you took pretty seriously? At the bare mimimum a few words were written down in case you were so unbelievably lucky that you got to actually take home a pretty statue to display on your mantel?  We buy the CDs, watch the videos, follow the careers of these people, who are really blessed to actually be able to do what they love for a living and you’d think that they’d have the respect to not get too drunk to say thank you, or have the humility not to glare at the audience. Apparently, that’s just not the way things work anymore.Who could miss Lisa Marie Presley’s shirt, you know, the one that said “Bite Me”? What shall we bite you about? The fact that your ‘ex-husband’ is Artist of the Millenium? The fact that you make an ass of yourself every year at this event? The fact that if you weren’t the daughter of Elvis, no one would have a clue who you were and you’d fade into the obscurity that is rightfully yours?And if it weren’t enough to call out Moby from the podium, or get booed by the fans, or offend the whole world, he has to threaten a puppet?And Brandi?  Wherever did you get those?Um, and Donald? Was that your granddaughter?Did anyone else notice that David Lee Roth is looking alarmingly like the old undead reverend guy from Poltergeist?  It wasn’t all bad though… Guliani was sweet, No Doubt and especially Gwen are adorable, Run DMC is always a treat.  And then there was a clue…Have a Little Patience, Jimmy Fallon sang…What? Could it be? HOLY s***!  I was very glad that I had surpressed the urge to shut off the TV and go to bed. So, all is forgiven MTV and I guess I’ll see you next year.As an aside…unless the judging is fixed, she’s the American Idol

since I can’t think of a single topic that won’t make me sound like a bitchy, whiny mal-content

The Thursday Thumb Twiddler.

1. You’re helping raise money for a charity, and someone pledges a very large contribution if you’ll perform, on stage, at the upcoming fund-raising show. There will be about 1,100 people in the audience. Would you be willing to perform? If so, what sort of act would you prefer to do?
Chile please… it’s actually pretty difficult to keep me off a stage.
I sing. Anywhere, anytime, in front of whoever. It’s probably the only time that I’m not self conscious

2. Have you ever cheated in a game (like a card game) for money?
No.

3. If you could go back in time and relive any moment in your life exactly as it happened, what event would you choose to experience again?
Our engagement party. The engagement party rivaled most couples’ weddings. The wedding on the other hand I would never do again. Unless I could change everything! I had a small wedding and have regretted it.

Am I annoyed a lot lately or what?

The other day the door bell rings. Jim answers the door and a kid is standing there.
“Do you remember me?”
“Uh no, should I?”
“I used to live here.”
“Oh hi, I never met you, my wife looked at the house when you were still living here”
He then goes into this speech about how his license is suspended and he went to the licensing office and they had already mailed his paperwork to him, to this address as he had neglected to change his address with them. He wanted to know if we’d take his cell phone number and call him when we received it.
Sure, no problem. I have been known to neglect changing my address with them now and again.
I received the piece of mail on Monday and called him to leave a message. He called me back and asked if he could pick it up that afternoon. Sure, that’s fine.
He calls again at 6:30 and tells me that he got called into work (understandable) and if it’s ok with me, he’s going to have his friend pick it up…
“Fine”, I say.
“Oh, it won’t be till 10:30 or 11:00 tonight, is that too late?”
“Yeah, actually it is too late to ring the doorbell, how about I leave it in the screen door and he can pick it up whenever?”
“Ok, great! Thanks so much, I really appreciate this.”
“No problem”, I tell him again.

At midnight last night it was still in the door.
This morning when Jim left it was still in the door.

He leaves a message late this morning..
“Um, hi. This is Nick. My friend came last night and said you never put it in the door – you said you’d leave it in the door, I don’t know why you didn’t. Can you call me and tell me what’s going on.”

His tone was less than pleasant. I called him right back and told him that I had no idea why his friend would say that, but it certainly was in the door and that I checked it last night and this morning and that it was still there. He mumbled what was, I suppose, an attempt at an apology and asked if his friend could come back today and get it. I told him it was still in the door and his friend was welcome to come and get it.

It’s still there. At what point do I stop leaving this thing in the door? And if it disappears and the friend says he never got it, am I responsible for it. It’s a Federal offense to tamper with the mail, but to what extent to they take it. Am I responsible for his mail when he neglects to put an address change in?

Am I over reacting? Am I, in fact, a woman who needs to get a $*!*#ing hobby and not care so much about this stupid piece of mail and whether or not it’s sticking out of my door?

Yeah, it’s probably that.

*UPDATE*
He just picked up the letter. How do I know? He opened the screen door, removed the letter and then slammed the screen door.
Note to self:
Screw that kid and his mail.

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