could I be doing anymore today?
I am not really taking a break - I am attempting to get the checkbook caught up with all the damn debits so I can go get some friggin food.
I found a few moldy treats in the fridge today so that means it is time to go shopping again and wipe out the fridge. Oh damn it, I hate that job.
So I have already washed clothes, ironed every shirt that Lloyd owns, fixed a button on a pair of his pants, ironed a pair of Khakis of his that looked like we found them in a garbage can, and made the bed. It's 11:00 ish so for a Saturday I am really moving.
Once I am done with this I will be out the door to tan quick and then run and get some stuff. After I get back I have to mow the lawn again (I just did this on Monday) and then get some of the food prepped for Lloyd's draft party as he wants to clean house tomorrow before everyone comes.
He has been so busy too. This WSI case has been really taxing on him and I have been attempting to do as much as I can to keep ourselves sane. He is going to the office today, but right now he is at the Y. He needs to burn off some stress and be able to refocus himself.
Of course with him being the commissioner of their league he needs to get everything lined up for the draft, and Mike won't stop hounding him about it. I was in Mike's office yesterday morning. "Lloyd won't answer his phone!" Um, yeah, he's in court stupid. Do you not watch the news?
So with that I am doing the best I can to keep crazy to a minimum. I also screwed up as the Passion Party is tomorrow...so I have to have all this stuff done by 2pm tomorrow. This weekend is just going to be so busy there really won't be much time to enjoy anything. I need my vacation NOW.
Two months...I am trying to keep that in mind but when you don't know what today's date is (actually I think it is the 25th but I am not sure yet, I haven't looked at a calendar) who the hell knows what is going on...
Help me.
Test...
okay, I worked on a wallpaper for here, not sure if I like it yet...
thoughts?
remember this is just the wallpaper, all the coding needs to be done yet and that is going to take me some time.
Suddenly I am in a princess mood.
Thus the pink/purple crap.
Nothing about nothing...
Today I have really come to the conclusion that I don't want to do anything but sit here and giggle my ass off for no real reason.
Perhaps I am finally going over the edge, who knows.
Maybe it is all the damn nutrolls that Jerry keeps giving me...I love those fatty bastards. They love my hips too..
I will have to elaborate later after I come down from the sugary sweet rush.
Report card...
Oh shit, shit...shit...shit.
Well I have to have two teeth pulled. This sucks!
My upper wisdom teeth have finally become my downfall. Because the bastards are so packed into my skull it's really hard to get in there with floss so I have had nothing but trouble getting in there and I have had food sticking in one of them.
Well my bite wings pretty much sealed the deal. They need to come out. I can have an oral surgeon take them or Dr. Schmidt. Oh gee, what a choice. I picked Dr. Schmidt. He has taken good care of me for the last five years so he can take my oral virginity. I told him he was going to have to talk to me like an eight year old so I could wrap my wee brain around what he was going to tell me...which was:
"Well Deb, we have two choices, take them out or leave them in till they bother you and then take them."
My thought: Wait till there is pain or yank the fuckers out now. Hum...let me think about that one for awhile...duh.
So I will go in on the 14th of September and have them out. During Folkfest. Hey, I need to loose a few pounds so this will work out wonderfully. Who will want to eat that when they can't????
So I am thinking about this...it's not cheap but it's my head. I need these bad boys to stay active to I can continue to chew so therefore it must be done. Considering I am a 32 year old woman and this is my first pair of cavities...I think I am doing pretty well. I know there is one other issue I should watch for, I haven't been getting enough calcium. I know this is not good for the long haul. I have been trying to get more into my diet but I have to be careful as I don't want all the calories.
Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
figures.
Here we go to the Dentist!
Oh joy! I am so looking forward to bitewing X rays today!
Last time I was at the dentist I was supposed to have x rays done but the person that usually cleans my teeth was out so I got some dumb chick...well apparently she did not learn how to read in college and Dr. Schmidt caught her on it. Thus this time I know I will have those stiff little bastards wedged in my mouth like eating a taco but on cardboard.
So I bought myself some gum at lunch. I have got to get the sandwich out of my teeth so I don't look like I haven't brushed my teeth in weeks. I don't usually like to chew gum too much as I smack it for one, and also I chew so hard on it my jaw winds up hurting. I never used to do this so it must be some new nervous twitch.
I mowed the south unit of Suhr National Grasslands. It was humid last night but it was nice so it wasn't that bad till I put the grass clippings in the bag and thought I should fluff the bag, which got grass all over me. Down my shirt, in my bra. Ugh ugh ugh. Needless to say I took a nice bath after I was done...
It was funny as it seemed that everyone else was mowing as well as when I went to the recycle area for clippings the bins were heaped, bags on the ground of clippings and I think someone was starting a side pile. I am the city will be thrilled when they see that. Hey, I pay taxes and I am being kind by bringing that stuff over so they can make mulch that we have to pay for too. Pick it up asshole...
So, I have been invited to a Passion Party. Celeste and the crew are having one on Friday...now I have heard stories of these affairs. They can be a tad on the raunch side...so I am not sure what I am getting myself into by going. Of course Lloyd was worried that there would be "exchanges of information..." um, no. Sorry Papa C, I am not going to fork over that, your secret is safe with me. Hee.
So that will be something interesting to report on, and no, there will be no photo ops.
geesh you bunch of pervs.
Playing with color again...
Okay you trolls that come and don't leave me a comment, you blow.
At least I know Mom will be honest with me. I am kicking around messing with the page layout to start from scratch...oh dear, the HTML bandwagon again. Sandra, I may need your assistance on that as you know how fond I am of the Black & Red from the good old days but this needs help.
Simple is nice but this is down right snooze worthy. Therefore it is poll time:
Do I stay with the trademark colors or do I start to lighten up a bit?
Due note that it may not happen over night as I am a stubborn woman.
Suggestions are welcome, demands blow.
You will be accommodated based on that information.
Booze and Death...go together like chips & dip!
Okay not a very smart weekend did I have.
I got all dressed for the tiki party, which was like a luau, if only one dresses up and makes an ass of herself.
Granted, I think that there would have been more costume action if it would have been a bit more tropical than the balmy 57 degrees it was. Believe me, in a grass skirt and less, it's not even that warm.
Of course Lloyd got a kick out of me getting out of the car on North 19th street...which if you are familiar with Bismarck actually has traffic on it.
We get up to the house and we couldn't figure out if we were supposed to go in the garage door or the front door so there was more of me standing outside looking like fucking idiot in front of all those that would drive by...which felt like everyone in town. Finally we figured out that we needed to go in the front door as Matt & Matt were in the garage using a saw to cut coconuts. At least I got props for coming dressed. I just wish I would have brought my stuff with me to change into as I had to leave for a bit to get clothes as I couldn't take it any longer...
So we ate some I kept drinking. Seven Mike's Hard later I hit a Berry. Berry is gross. You might as well put a nipple on a bottle of drano and drink that. It was completely disgusting and I was not thrilled but I am not one to waste so I drank it. I wish I would have tossed up my salad at that point because I paid dearly for it.
We sat around the fire after I took everyone's money at poker...that was nice. The thing is that I realized yesterday that fire and I don't mix well as I smell like it for days after. I get headaches from that smell, so stupid paid for that too...how you ask?
Well we left at about 11:30 as we were going to go to the Peace Garden the next day with the girls just for a nice little trip up north as we really haven't done anything all summer and well summer is just about gone.
It was a long night of cotton mouth, trips to the bathroom to die several times over, sweating, freezing, and attempting to get some blankets back from Mollie. I didn't sleep nearly at all, and we got up at 8:00 as we were going to hit the road early to get going to Dunseith.
I crawled out of bed, hit the shower and tried to get motivated. I managed to choke down some egg beaters while Lloyd was getting ready but they didn't sit all that well. I still felt like I had a towel in my mouth so I was drinking coffee rather slow and that someone had stuffed a club up my nose. My sinuses were not liking that fire smell the 2nd day.
I took some aspirin and tried to hang in and got everyone in the RAV. We went to the Courthouse to pick up some stuff that Lloyd wanted to read on the way, and just when we were about ready to get on the interstate to connect over to State Highway 3 I just couldn't lie. I was not going to make it in more ways than one. I was pissed off at myself too as I wanted to go but I knew that I would either throw up or have a blood vessel in my head pop. So we went home.
I went back to bed and woke up at 3 o'clock and laid on the couch and prayed that I would never do this again as long as I felt better. I attempted to eat, which did not sit well in my tummy either.
I did feel better after Lloyd had stopped at Kroll's and picked up some knoephla soup. I would have made my own but I didn't know if I had all the stuff to make it, and sure shit, I did. Oh well. No matter what the cost, good old German cooking comes to the rescue. God bless Deutsch land.
But as the night went on, there was a bit of residue left over, so I think I got a touch of the flu too...needless to say I was up at 12:23 and back in bed at 12:29. But I do feel much better today other than the incredible shakes from an empty tummy and WAY too much coffee. I think it's affecting my brain too...
And those guys want to get together again tonight to play poker.
I think I will pass on the tasty beverages and stick to something clear, and not vodka either.
