Ok, so I have been the baddest blogger ever. Ok, well not the baddest. There are The Cake Lady and Jiffinner who I am pretty sure have blogged less than me :)
Where are you??? Has been the subject line to most emails I have received lately. And the truth is that I haven't really been any where. I have just graduated into The Land Of The Super Busy People. Oh, and I have been reading the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon and... well... I'm hooked. And dreaming of red headed men in kilts speaking to me in Gaelic.
So what's going on my life? That's why your here right? It certainly isn't because I am sending out free candy.
Of course, when the most exciting thing that happened to me last week was that I got a package from Germany with our Bill of Lading (something I had never heard of until i started working here btw) in it and the stable was like brass! It wasn't whatever-the-hell our staples are made out of, no siree. It was like the same color as a new penny and this of course provoked much consideration as to what kind of staples they use in Germany and why they are different than our own. And if they get all excited when they get something from us that has a silver staple in it.
Yeah... so you can see, dear reader, why things have been sparse around here.

*I am trying like hell to sell my van. Why? Because I realized I loathe and abhor having a car payment. I think I can actually equate it to being jabbed in the eye repeatedly with a hot poker... yeah, I think that's about right. But it's mostly that I've realized that if I can afford a car payment (much as I hate it), then I can afford to pay more a month than I currently pay in rent and have a fucking house. So, sell the van, get something cheaper and then buy a house.

*Well, it's official. We received the diagnoses from the psychologist and now have the diagnoses (really, for the third time) of Asperger's. This time it's official and now we move on to the next steps. The biggest and most important one is the school. It is imperative to me that they stop looking at her as though she is "bad" because that really is how they see her. And she really isn't bad at all. She is such a sweet girl. But it's time for them to start being more understanding and get the schooling needed for the teachers so that they can better accommodate my daughter.

*I met a girl with whom I would like to become friends. I am sure, that if you periodically check my flickr site, that you have seen the pictures of Trin and Ireland. Well, Ireland's mom is a pretty cool chic. She is my age, maybe a few months older. She has two kids (a son also, who is five) and is seven months pregnant with another baby girl. Which I am unnaturally excited about because none of my friends have been supplying me with babies to hold. The Cake Lady was the last and Evan is pushing three now. Jiffinner keeps saying she is going to pop out a brood of little boys but we have yet to actually see the proof of this. (Honestly, I think she is waiting until mine and The Cake Lady's kids are old enough to babysit.)
Anyway, I think that the reason I felt connected to Ireland's mom (who I will need to name soon) is because she is also single. She and her husband split two months ago. I looked at her and saw myself, almost five years ago. I remember exactly how scary it is to be alone and pregnant and have two kids. Oh - and she is rad. Very happy, energetic and cool chic. So, I am hoping we can become good friends.
Alrighty then peeps - I gotta run. I am blogging to you illegally from work and I need to stop.
Don't give up on me, I have another post coming for sure this weekend :)