I might like you better…

So I was flipping channels the other evening looking for something to watch.  All my dvr shows had already been viewed and nothing was waiting.  As I looked through the channel guide, I saw a show on the Mojo channel (I have no idea) called “Technology Jones”. 

Apparently the premise of the show is that all your technology is taken from you for a week and replaced with technology from another year.  Last night’s show featured a family who lived in Bronxville, NY.  He worked in the city as an interior designer, I am guessing that mom was a SAHM, but they had 2 nannies (for 3 kids).  This family had a ton of technology.  Numerous cellphones, video baby monitors, laptops, dvd players and the ultimate to get around, a segway.  Dad used the segway to get around when working in the city. 

So, they replaced all the technology of today with technology from 1983.  No digital cameras, they got a point and shoot Polaroid.  Rather than their sleek awesome cell phone, they got a bag phone from 1983.  They replaced the laptop with a 286.  It was so funny.  They let the mom keep her swanky SUV for the safety of the children.  At the end of the week they were graded.  Apparently dad had stashed a dvd player before they took all the technology, so because he cheated, they got a grade of a Junior High School Science Fair Project.   It was definitely entertaining.  

What would you do without your technology?

that is what I am.  I thought I was strong and that I would hold my ground, keep my wall up.  Not so much. 

I am involved with someone.  I try to break away and I set rules for myself and that other person.  I broke my rule and went out with them on Saturday.  We had not been out socially in a really, really long time.  We had a really, really great time.  Damnit. 

There are some personal issues that need to be taken care of on their end and I just removed myself from the equation in order to make it easier for them to do what needs to be done.  It never got done.  It is never going to happen and as much as I hate to state that, I know it is true. 

I read about all these healthy relationships that other people have, which I do not.  I want a healthy relationship.  I long for a healthy relationship.  I had some profiles up on dating sites.  All I ever meet are men who are waayyyyy too young for me and just want sex.  Or, I meet men who are closer to my age, but they just seem to want sex.  I mean, I know that is what men want.  A lot.  But aren’t there any out there that wants to build a nice, healthy relationship?  Where are they?  I get the ones that just want to get their rocks off and nothing more. 

I know that this makes very little sense.  I just needed to post and vent a little.  I love this person and they just don’t get it.  I don’t want to move on, but I know that I need to.  Erghhhhh.

Friday morning I woke up with an itch.  An itch that spread from my arms, to my legs and even a little on my chest.  It was an angry itch that wanted to be scratched.  So, after getting ready for work, I popped a couple of Benadryl and promptly slept the entire drive into the office.  And I was driving!  Okay, it is more like zoning than sleeping.   Four hours later I popped more Benadryl and called the doctor.  The angry itch was not going away.

Got an afternoon appointment and showed up 20 minutes early, hoping that they would call me back sooner rather than later.  It was later, to the tune of 30 minutes past my appt. time.   No biggie.  The nurse called me back, I went and the exam began.  The nurse took my info, weighed me, etc.  The doctor looked at my rash and said it looked like poison ivy.  I don’t do yard work, nor do I get poison ivy.  Ever.  She told me that everyone gets poison ivy if they are exposed to enough of it.  I don’t buy it.  Anyway, she had to bring her colleague in to look at my skin weirdness.  He spat forth some medical lingo, that I totally did not understand.  “You have blahblahblahblah blah”.  AKA - Hives.  No one knows why, or what I am allergic to, but, here’s a shot in the ass of steroids and a nice little steroid pack of pills for the weekend.  Yay me!  The doctor asked me if I had been on prednisone before, which I had, and when I told her that she was all “Good, so you know you won’t kill your child”.  I hate steroids.   

So, the weekend was an itchy one.  Each day better than the day before, thank the gods!  So, there you have it,  another strange illness.   

The rest of the weekend was uneventful, staff meeting for Dragon Con, cleaning on Sunday.   My life is too much fun!

I haven’t posted in a week.  I have nothing to post about really.  Hmmmm, it was an extremely uneventful week. 

I took the day before the holiday as a “work from home” day.  I stayed in my pajamas all day.  The holiday arrived hot and muggy.  Go figure, it is the south after all.  We got to see fireworks and a good time was had by all.  The big shocker was that my son preferred staying at our neighbor’s birthday party on the fourth rather than going and hanging out with his buddies.  I was really surprised.  Maybe the birthday boy was feeding him Miller Lite.  (He wasn’t, he just let him light fireworks off the tiki torches).

Saturday was a bust.  I woke up and was supposed to entertain some friends that night, but felt shitty so i bailed on them.  After dropping off son at his dad’s for the night, I went home and never left again until it was time to pick son up the next day.  

Then it was back to work on Monday.  I tell you, my life is too exciting!  My coworker and I went to the DMV across from Turner Field yesterday.  I thought that might supply some good blog fodder.  Nothing.  We were in and out in under an hour.  I couldn’t believe it actually.  I thought for sure it would take longer.  It is the DMV after all. 

Oh well.  Maybe more will happen the rest of the week.  Something fun and exciting, not gross and weird. 

I think I will close with a good shot of my son from the beach last month.  He actually looks like he is having a good time.  If only that had been the truth!

Today is my birthday.  44 years ago today I came into this world.  Wow. 

This was my most wonderful gift, from my most wonderful mom:

Isn’t it beautiful?  For those of you who do not cook, I know, not your idea of a great gift.  But me, I love to cook.  I don’t do it often, but I do like to.  My mother and I took a cooking class on how to braise.  This is the perfect pot.  I am thrilled.

I hope everyone has a fabulously fantastic day. 

I live on about an acre.  Corner lot.  Too much yard.  Especially when you have to cut it with a push mower.  Ok, it is a self propelled mower, but still a bitch.  I cut about every 2 weeks.  I live in the south, so lack of rain means little to no grass growth which makes an easier cut for me.  

So, last night I went out to cut the grass.  It was all going well, the temp was not horrific and there was a breeze that threatened showers.  I secretly hoped it would rain, but it never really did, so on I plowed.  At about 8:30p I hit my stride, and even though my iPod had died, I was plugging on through.  I figured I would be done in another 30 minutes and then would be free for the weekend activities with no grass looming. 

Suddenly, I felt pain in my knee.  I looked down and saw that I had been bitten, or stung by something.  As I was leaning down to check out the area on my knee, I felt several more shots of pain on my other leg and my back.  At that point, I freaked out.  I ran to the house screaming “Ahhhhhhh, something’s stinging me.  Help, help!”  My teenager didn’t even flinch and continued his Xbox game.  I continued to run around the kitchen in my grass cutting boots:

A tank top and some long shorts.  I was a sight to behold.  The whole time “Ahhhhhhhh.  Something’s stinging me!!!  Ahhhhhhh!”  The dogs were all for the excitement and joined me in my run through the house.  All I wanted to do was strip, but since my son was in the other room, I didn’t want to scar him by stripping and taking the chance that he may actually show an interest in my distress and come to my aid.  So I ran upstairs to my room.  Stripped the tank off in the hall way and as soom as I hit my room I discarded the boots and then saw the culprit(s):

I use the plural because I actually brought 2 in the house with me.  I think I killed one of them twice.  I don’t know, it was just all traumatic.  Ha!  My son wouldn’t even go and kill the fecking bugs.  He closed my bedroom door when I went in for the battle, just so whatever it was that had bitten me wouldn’t go into the rest of the house.  Can you feel the love?

Well dear reader, all went well.  Thank the gods for Febreze and papertowel tubes.  Also, discarded shoes came in handy during the execution.  That was just for one of the buggers.  The other one met the flyswatter.  Once I had my hands on the swatter, it was ON!

Now I can’t finish cutting the grass till I kill the rest of the jackets.  Maybe I could propose a peace treaty?  Have a great weekend all!

have a friend who hears something totally different then the words that have come out of your mouth?  I have one of those friends.  After speaking with me on a couple of different topics, she has determined that having children is awful (my pregnancy was awful, the end result is the best thing I have ever done) and apparently since I voted for Obama in the primary and then questioned my vote to her, means that I am voting for McCain and I hate the democratic party.  I discovered this last weekend when she came over to have a few adult beverages. 

The person who lives behind me put an Obama sign in his front yard.  She wanted to go steal it and became quite upset when I told her I was not going to participate in this theft.   I mean, I wouldn’t steal anyone’s sign out of their yard, whether they be republican, democrati or libertarian.  It is just not something that I would do.  She quoted back to me what I never said, which was that I hated Obama, was sorry that I ever voted for him and that I wouldn’t vote democrat if he was the candidate.   I never said that.  Why can’t people just listen?

So I got pegged to participate in the US Census.  Lucky me, right?  So, they began stalking me last May, the day I had my gross automobile accident.  Anyway, I finally caved when they showed up at my house asking me all types of questions.  So, I am thoroughly entrenched in the whole census thing now and I can’t get out.  Nothing in my life has really changed.  At all.  Same job, same kid, same house, you get the picture. 

About 2 months ago I am in the middle of cooking dinner.  My front door was wide open, storm door shut.  Son was out mowing the grass.  He comes inside and tells me that there is someone to see me.  I go to the door, lo and behold - Census dude.  He tells me who he is, shows me his ID, etc.  I tell him that nothing has changed since the last visit.  At. all.  He insists that we have to go through all the frelling questions.  Again.  I stopped him in the middle of the inquisition so I could go check on the food that I was cooking.   Then I went back and finished answering his questions with the same answers I gave the last time. 

I was at the beach last week and apparently Census dude came by while I was gone.  My neighbor happened to be on pet sitting duty and was there when he showed up.  They told him that nothing has changed with me, as far as they knew. 

The other night the girls were going crazy, but I had not heard the doorbell or a knock.  Dogs are great alerts when there is someone at the door.   So, I opened the door, and there was Census dude. 

CD:  Has anything changed?

GG:  No

CD:  Thanks!

What the hell?  Why can he take that as an answer one time and not the other, particularly when I am in the middle of cooking and can’t really answer all the fecking questions, especially when nothing has changed. 

Irritation!

George Carlin passed away yesterday afternoon.  I have to say that he was one of my favorite comedians.  One of the first albums I purchased was a concert that he had done.  He will be missed.

I arrived home yesterday evening from a long, hard day at work (snicker) to a little bit of a warm house.  I didn’t think much of it when I first got home.  I had stopped for some supper for son and I, because I had to cut grass and cooking dinner did not fit into that equation.  So, we ate and then I went up to check on the babies and change for the grass cutting extravaganza.  It was really much warmer upstairs than down.  Go figure, right?  I also noticed that the air conditioner was not running, but the thermostat said it should be, as it was 9000 degrees in the house.  Okay, more like 88, but with the heat index it was like 9000.    So, doing what any 43 year old adult single woman who is so dependent on her parents that she only lives 6 miles from them would do, I called my dad.  :)  While I talked to my dad, I fiddled with the thermostat and finally the unit kicked on.  Barely pushing air through the registers.  I just wanted a cool house to come into after cutting the back 40.  (I live on an acre that I mow with a self propelled mower)  It was not a cool house when I came in from the outside, so I called my dad back and he had the number of his guy who does A/C work.  At 9pm I was dialing the guy and scheduled for him to come out today.  He called me at 8 this morning and was at my house at 8:30.  All I could think about was the money that I didn’t have for any A/C work to be done. 

He charged me $75 to just come out to the house.  He didn’t find anything wrong with the A/C other than the pump needed to be replaced.    $240 later and I have a new pump, new hose and nothing else wrong with the A/C.  I sure do hope that is the case when I get home tonight.   Keep your fingers crossed!