Unfortunately, given my recent promotion and very little time allotted for me to learn this new position, I have to let you know that I will be less than available in the coming days.
Absent is the word.
Also given that the last dude I decided to play with was a Slimy Weasel, I won't really have anything to write about anyway, so you aren't missing much.
You know, besides more of the same whiny shit that you are undoubtedly tired of reading :)
BTW - to those of you who are awesome and rock, thanks so much for your emails. I was shocked at how many of you wrote to remind me that I am also one of those people who is awesome and rocks :)

In the way of a mini update, all is well. My fence is staring to go up this week (assuming the rain stops) and I am getting all itchy to start gardening so I will be getting my green house in the next weekend or so. Also and possibly the most important is that I will be getting the internet again and hopefully within a week or two. So then I can send these updates from the comfort of my home and my pajamas.

Hang in there, I won't be gone too long.
Go read Snow's blog, she's got stuff.

Labels: At work, Being a Chic, Dating, excuses excuses, missing in action, my crazy life, My pathetic excuse for a love life

So I'm thinking that the fun part about being able to move is the whole picking out a house, making offers on a house, having the seller agree to the offers, imagining how the house will look with all of your stuff in it, how happy your family will be once you move in, having barbeques with all your friends, etc.
The NOT fun part is the day before you move when you are no where near being completely packed, it's raining and cold as fuck out side and all you really want to do is sleep because you stayed out waaaaaay too late the night before.
Also, I have no idea when I will have internet at home since Sprint is jacking me around so if I seem to be missing in action it's just because I refuse to go back to dial-up.
Dial-up!
You know, once you've waited and finally gotten DSL, the idea of dial-up makes you want to poke your eyeballs out with q-tips.
And my q-tips are already packed.
So I am trying to get a wireless card through Sprint. I wouldn't typically think that this would be difficult since I have an account and money and they have the card and provide coverage at my new house. Seems to me an arrangement could be made between the two of us. However the chic I spoke to yesterday who I am sure was in fucking Honduras just couldn't seem to handle it and so she said she would give me a call back in an hour and a half. That was 34 hours ago.

On the plus side, I get to reset my counter.

Labels: Being a Chic, Being Mommy, missing in action, my crazy life, My pathetic excuse for a love life

I'm sorry ya'll! I have to admit that Friday really sucked a lot of my positivity out of me. When I hurt my foot on the stupid slippery porch, it really kicked my ass and it was hard for me to pull out of that mood. It was just such a huge reminder of how much this sucks and how much I hate not being able to walk.
And then the surgery which hurt. like. hell. yesterday and I was even more down.
It's hard to stay up and happy when you are in pain and unable to do much about it or the ridiculous nausea that came with it. And even more so when it feels like your house is crumbling to ruins around you. And your brother, who is the only other adult help, has had the flu for like a week and although he's trying he really can't do much and you don't blame him but then you do because he can walk and then you feel bad about that because you know he really feels horrible. And when it's weeks away from Christmas and you have NO IDEA how you are going to shop for fuck's sake because it's so hard.
But then last night happens. Last night when the pain finally melted into something tolerable and I could keep crackers down and then my antibiotics and some pain meds. Last night when the ABSOLUTELY amazing Fairy comes over and cleans my kitchen and my living room because she is just fucking sweet as hell. When Noah takes Amanda and Emilee and picks up dinner so I don't have to worry about what everyone will eat and the fact that the kitchen will be a sty afterwards,
If you know me, you know that I CAN'T STAND to ask for help. And I can't stand to not be able to do something myself. I am proud and stubborn and INDEPENDENT and I have a helluva time admitting I can't do something even when I CAN'T, the last thing I want to do is call someone and ask them for help. Even if EVERYONE I know has called me and offered it. And Fairy, because she is amazing and because she really knows me, came over and told me to shutthefuckup while she cleaned. Because she know I won't ask and because she knows I am pulling all of my hair out and biting all of my nails off and stewing in the pain that is a messy house.
She is totally getting something awesome for Christmas.
But it was that reminder that I am so very blessed to have people like her in my life and so blessed that my foot will eventually heal and that I am going to survive this period of time and one day look back at it and realize that yeah I had to have some humility but it wasn't the worst thing to ever happen to me.
And sure enough, this morning, the pain was even a little more tolerable and I got up at 4:30 and got in the shower (because I am SO caught up on sleep) and got ready for work. And now I am here and on Darvocet rather than hydrocodone and sipping Starbucks and checking all my email and life is slowly coming back to normal. I have an appointment with my podiatrist today and I should have my cast in the next week or two.
But more importantly Miss Effing Cranky-Pants is in hiding and the old katehopeeden you know and adore (I hope :P) is back and apologizing for the cranky posts and whiney phone calls.
Thank you all so much for calling to check on me (even if I didn't answer the phone) and emailing me (even if I didn't answer you) and posting comments (even if my answer posts were bitchy). I love you guys and I am so lucky to have all of these great friends.

Labels: Being Mommy, community, missing in action, My broken foot, my crazy life, Noah, self loathing, The Universe, Who do we love?

Labels: Amanda, community, Emilee, family drama, flooding, missing in action, my crazy life, The Universe, Triniti, un-fucking-believable

That girl you used to dig? The one who used to post with regularity and some occasional hilarity? You don’t remember?
Ah, well I don’t blame you. She has been out of the loop a lot lately and if your attention has strayed to new and more exciting blogs, well who is she to bitch?
You ready for the reasons behind her semi-disappearance?
Here’s the deal: I went to work for the devil’s sister. Any semblance of relative freedom with a computer was TAKEN from my very hands and I became what can only be called a drone.
It sucked.
I didn’t realize it for awhile. Just thought I had a new kind of job and that was part of it.



That was, until I realized my very soul was being sucked out. My day to day happiness was like fuel for her Evil Fire. The more she stole, the more she could go home and cackle into her cauldron. And let me tell you, I got tired of being cauldron fodder.
Lesson learned over the last year: YOU SHOULDN’T HATE YOUR JOB PEOPLE!
You shouldn’t hate Monday and want to trade parts of your body to have a few more hours on Saturday and Sunday. If you do, CHANGE something. I can’t stress that enough. Already I am back up to 90% as opposed to the maybe 50% I had been working at for the last 8+ months. I’d be at 100% if my lazy ass was getting out of bed and doing a couple of miles in the morning AND if I could find a fucking house to buy! :)
The good news? I foresee much blogging in my foreseeable future as I have a job where I can do it from work again!
SO for those… what… two? Maybe two of you still reading? For you two clingons, I am thinking there will be content :) Yay for content!
TTYL!

Labels: At work, Being a Chic, excuses excuses, exercise, missing in action, my crazy life, self loathing

First of all, thanks to ALL of you who emailed me yesterday to wish me a happy birthday :) I appreciate it so much.
I know, there's nothing here.
I am totally blocked World.
I can't write an email or in my journal, let alone a blog post that even remotely resembles entertaining.
I'm blocked.
I've got a bunch of stuff going on (totally typed "stiff" the first time and trust me people I don't got none of that going on).
I've got personal stuff, emotional stuff, work stuff, kid stuff.
I've got stuff.
Lots of it.
And not a lick of it blog worthy should I suddenly be able to break down the brick wall with the giant "No Complete Sentences" sign hanging on it.
Be patient with me, I'm still here.
I'm just quiet.

Labels: At work, Being a Chic, Being Mommy, Being Retarded, birthday, Dating, excuses excuses, family drama, I'm a loser, missing in action, my crazy life, My pathetic excuse for a love life, self loathing

So, The Cake Lady and I took our families to the beach last weekend and had a blast (pics on my flickr account as usual).

This year, I wanted to build the big & bitchin' sandcastle that I don't ever seem to get to build.
So, Craig (TCL's son) and I got to work.
A few hours later, I was in some pretty yucky pain.
Today, the doctor informed me that I have Forearm Tendonitis.
WTF?
How old am I?

Info here: http://www.itendonitis.com/forearm-tendonitis.html

ps. This is, for a change, a completely valid reason for not posting. It hurts enough that I am using my left hand to operate the mouse.

Labels: Being Retarded, excuses excuses, missing in action, my crazy life, sandcastles, un-fucking-believable

I'm going to be out of pocket until Sunday. I'm leaving this afternoon for Dallas and won't be able to check my email or anything until I get back home Sunday afternoon. The funeral is on Saturday and I have been trying for three days to throw together a suitable speech.
Not easy.
I'm hoping that a great big ol brain storm will develop during the next 48 hours and shower me with well written articulation.

And I couldn't be more jazzed about the twelve hours in the car this weekend with my kids, mother, brother and sister. My mother will be bitching pretty much the entire time we are driving about how she needs a cigraette, my sister will have her headphones on so loudly that she won't hear anyone talking to her which will just piss my mom off more and my brother will most likely either be snoring louder than a warthog in labor or complaining about how he wants to drive.



Everyone have a wonderful weekend :)

Labels: death, missing in action, my crazy life, my grandmother

Today, there will finally be a semblence of normalcy :) Yay!
So, I'll have something posted in the next couple of days.

Labels: missing in action

Who installed her new modem today?
All by herself?

Uh, yeah, that would be me!

I am finally. back. online.

Labels: excuses excuses, missing in action