I took graduation photos for most of the kids I work with who are graduating. I almost cried yesterday while doing that, because I realized they're all about to move on. I have 3 clients graduating in less than a month. I'm proud and sad.
One of my cats, Scotty, has developed a new habit. He likes to climb onto people's laps and try to curl up while they're on the toilet.
I confess that I slept in this morning because I knew that my horse needed the afternoon off so I didn't have to work out before work and ride after like I normally do. I'm now telling my mother that I have a headache so I don't have to do the evening feeding. I don't really feel bad about it either since she insists that the horse care is "her job" and I've done night feeding for 3 days in a row now.
I found out this morning that the little dude's mom is out of town for like 8 days. Starting today. I knew she was going away at some point but didn't know the dates. Why did I only find out today? Well that's because Mr. Bang forgot to put it on the effing Google calendar. This is not really a big deal, and even means that because she is not around to take advantage of Mr. Bang's parents, we may be able to ask them to baby-sit at some point this weekend so we can get shit done. BUT, I would have preferred to know in advance.
I`m out at lunch right now and the mom @ the booth next to me is letting her little girl (~ 3yo) roll around in the booth. There`s no one sitting behind them, so she`s not hitting anyone, but you`re just teaching her that its ok. Teach your kid some manners.
My H totally tears up when the subaru commercial with the 8 year old driving the car and then it turns out she's all grown up after her father hands her the keys. I think it's sweet and I get why he's moved by it, but I still make all kinds of fun of him.
Congrats Gault! Just dropped FI off at the airport - he's gone to NYC through the weekend for his sister's graduation. We got all our paperwork done for the house (yay) and now I can enjoy having a few days to myself. Yay!
I'm having baby fever lately. Do. Not. Want. I'm so not interested logically in having another one anytime soon. Knox isn't even 1 yet, ffs. But I think it's just a nostalgia thing. Like I was putting his bottles into a storage box to put away permanently (yay!!!) and I cried. I was putting his newborn clothes into a spacebag, and I cried. I felt like a fucktard.
I'm having baby fever lately. Do. Not. Want. I'm so not interested logically in having another one anytime soon. Knox isn't even 1 yet, ffs. But I think it's just a nostalgia thing. Like I was putting his bottles into a storage box to put away permanently (yay!!!) and I cried. I was putting his newborn clothes into a spacebag, and I cried. I felt like a fucktard.
I was the same way when Joaquin was 9-ish months, and we have a very specific plan in motion which absolutely does not involve 2u2. I think it's a continue the human race evolutionary hormone thing.
Post by beebeeeater on May 16, 2012 11:41:39 GMT -5
H has officially voted down my #1 fave house pick. So what if it needs a new roof, and new windows, and we'd have to build a garage? And the kitchen is kind of dark. And doing all those improvements puts it out of our financial comfort zone. I waaaaant it!
*sigh*
So we're looking at more houses. I am starting to get into a place of no longer being excited and just not wanting to do it. How about we just accept that we're going to pay like $1500 in rent plus pay for our storage unit and just sit on this house idea for another year? Ugh. No, I don't really want to do that either. Rawr!
I have a light bruise on the inside of my forearm and every time I see it in my peripheral vision I think there's a bug or something on me, look and am all "oh, right, its just the bruise". You'd think I'd figure it out after the first day, but nooooo.... going on day 4 of thinking there's something on my arm and I know better. And its pissing me off.
I will fully admit, I'm PAINFULLY jealous that ESD is getting to build her own house. H and I have discussed doing that when we leave this house (and we'd keep this house and rent it out. At least that's what H wants to do). But I'm so jealous that she gets to pick out everything brandy new in her house!
Today it is finally sunny and 90*F... and I have a cold. Dammit!
I need to buy more tissues for work tomorrow. I emptied a brand new box in one day.
That's right. In addition to that little confession from earlier I have a tissue box emptying cold. I need to go back to bed and stay there until next week.
Post by kellbell191 on May 16, 2012 13:18:21 GMT -5
Molly rolled in dead something yesterday, a bath didn't totally get the smell out, but I coerced DH into letting her sleep in the bed anyway. She sleeps right by my feet and seeing her sad all night that nobody would snuggle her and then sad all night that she couldn't sleep with us about broke my heart.
I probably shouldn't have come to work today. It's my dad's birthday so I'm really emotional, I have zero motivation, and zero patience. And I'm really tired of discussing the same crap every damn day and talking in circles about it. We've been talking about this shit for 4 years now. Someone make a damn decision already and let us do our freaking jobs. I'm about thisclose to making the decisions myself even though I am not in a position of power or authority here.
SO pissed me off by coming home all late tonight. I had grand plans of some hump day fun but now I'm turned off. Hopefully I'll be over it by the morning so I can get some before he leaves. I'm craving McDonalds in the worst way!
I ignored the phone on Sunday when it rang for pinky because I knew somehow it would end up with pinky telling that stupid twatbag Happy Mother's Day and there was no way in hell I was letting that happen.
I don't care that this bitch is legitimately a mother now. Pinky is not her kid and she is not pinky's mother. She's pinky's stepmom at most and since she only sees pinky three times a year and hardly bothers with her otherwise, I will be sharing my little girl's Mother's day wishes with my parents and IL's, not some jumped up heifer who can't bother to get the girl a decent birthday present.