I think I've just angered the Gods

What happens when you kill a plant you were given from a funeral? I suppose I'm going to be finding out soon.

My aunt gave me one of the many many plants that came in when my cousin Eric died and I brought it into work since my cats would eat the holy hell out of it. Today I happened to look at it and it didn't look too good.

The cleaning lady is really at fault here, she waters all the office plants. It's the karma that I'm worried about.

It's a miracle!

I don't know how. I don't know why. But, today for some reason the ISP at work has decided to let me in.

I'm pretty much here by myself today, the Friday before a long weekend. Sweet. I've got all kinds of things planned for the long weekend. Sleep. More sleep. Then I think I might take a nap to relax from all the stressful sleeping I'll be doing. I'm not kidding, I have slept so poorly the last couple weeks.

On Monday I was able to convince my husband that our central air was meant to be used, and that if we didn't use it when it was 90 degrees with a hundred bijillion percent humidity, he'd be sorry. I can indeed be a nasty bitch when all those wonderful flowers that everyone, but me, loves. Pollen is my worst enemy, followed closely by all those other wonderful earthly things that can make people feel like their head is being smashed on a giant anvil. Allergies suck, big time.

I said in a post the other day that I had to schedule minor outpatient surgery. Well, June 15, 2007 is the day and it's coming faster than I'd like it to. I've got mixed feelings about this deal. I have to get it done, there's no way around that, so part of me just wants to get it done and over with and the other part of me wants to draw it out as long as possible so I don't have to get it done.

Shrek the Third this weekend! I'm excited, I really enjoy the Shrek movies.

Almost a shotgun wedding

One of my cousins recently got married - April 21, 2007.

Several weeks ago she spread the word around that she was pregnant, like 8 to 10 weeks pregnant. Like, she was pregnant before they got married.

Not that I care. I'm not one of those prudish people - I'm really not. But before they were married they swore they were going to wait several years to have children. Guess that plan backfired.

Finally......

..........We switched from crappy dial-up to BPL (broadband over power lines) at home. Amazing. Absolutely amazing. We also found out that a huge part of the major problem we were having with our dial-up service was McAfee. Thanks for nothing computer geeks at McAfee. So, we're with Norton now and wha-laa, no more problems. It was a bitch getting McAfee all the way out of the computer though. I tell you what, those programmers really know how to make it so it takes, oh - roughly three entire days, to get it all. Bastards.



..........Eight days and 1 hour left of kindergarten, not that anybody is counting. I'm actually not looking forward to the end of school. Here I just got myself timed to the last possible minute we could leave the house and get to school and work on time. Now it's going to take me months to figure out the new timetable and just when I get it figured out it'll be time to go back to school again.



..........I have to have minor outpatient surgery in a couple of weeks. I called to schedule it and I'm still a little apprehensive. More on this later - it's kind of a delicate subject and I have to figure out if I want it plastered on the web for the world to see.



..........Soccer is over - hallelujah! But, T-Ball practice has already started and games start next week. Two a week but no weekends. That's an improvement anyway. Besides, if there were weekend games she would miss just about every one of them. We have soooo much stuff going on in June. Crazy. As for T-Ball, her coaches are the same ones she had for soccer so it's pretty nice. But the team name - not great - we're the White Sox. Yeah, no White Sox fans in this house, we're Cubs fans. It's only T-Ball so we're letting it slide.



..........Speaking of the Cubs - I was going to try to get tickets to a game on July 1 since we're going to be in the 'burbs on the 30th for my cousins wedding. I know it's a Sunday afternoon home game and all, playing the Brewers. I checked at cubs.com and can't get 2 seats together to save my ass. I also looked around at some of the aftermarket ticket (Scalpers) brokers and was shocked to see the prices. $75 a piece for bleacher seats?!? Come on! So, sounds like we're going to try to get to a couple of Peoria Chiefs games instead. Closer to home. Better parking situation. Cheaper ticket prices. Ryne Sandberg as the coach. No brainer.

It's been crazy around here lately so I've been a little lacking on my posts. Now that we're up and running with BPL I should be able to be a bit more consistent again. Still can't sign-in at work anymore but I can still read those I typically check each day. Strange.

Junkers

Every year our town has what they call "Clean-up" days. They divide the city into sectors and then go through town with garbage trucks, end loaders and large trucks gathering it all up.

Here's the thing - you put your crap out on the curb a day or two before it's picked up by the city, sit back and enjoy the show.

The junkers come out in droves. Some are total dirtballs who use this as their yearly redecorating trip, some are people who go around looking for metal to sell and make some money, some are normal everyday people like you and me.

This morning I saw something I wish I hadn't. I was dropping my daughter off at school and noticed a local attorney digging through a pile of shit on the curb. He then picked something up, put it in his van and drove on to the next pile of shit. A LAWYER!!!! And his wife is a CPA.

Never ever ever would I feel the need to drive through town digging through things that other people believe to be shit that they put on the curb as trash to find what may be a "treasure". I don't even to garage sales, and that's legitimate stuff!

Although he's old enough to know better he was obviously too drunk to care

On Saturday my daughter and I were in Naperville for a wedding shower for my cousin and her fiance. We left town at 10am and got into Naperville at around 11:45. The restaurant was easy to find and the food was good - I came home with more than I ate the portions were so huge.

My husband had a Ducks Unlimited event that was from Noon to 6pm here in town, so when we got back from the shower we crashed that shindig at about 5:30. He looked and sounded fine, although he had more than likely started drinking at Noon. It was all you can eat, all you can drink.

One of the guys at the DU event decided to have some people over afterward and invited all of us to come over, and bring the dog. So, we went over there shortly after 6 and were there until about 11.

The majority of the other party goers were 25 years old. Evidently, my husband felt he needed to try to keep up with them. Why? Who knows.

So, all Saturday night I was basically awake because my husband was up puking all night long. He puked in the bed. IN THE BED!!! And I had to wake him up to tell him he puked IN THE BED. At midnight I was changing sheets and starting wash.

I'm telling you - I love my husband, I do. But this guy is the worst sicko ever. He was whining and moaning, slept on the bathroom floor for a few hours. He can't just quietly puke, he has to make sure the whole house knows he's sick. For crying out loud.

It took him until about 6pm Sunday to feel "better". He swears he wasn't sick because of all the beer, that it HAD to be something he ate. Yeah right. Whatever!

Seasons suck

I've lived in Illinois all my life. For the past 10 to 15 years I have wanted to move to somewhere else. Arizona. I love it in Arizona. I love the weather, the surroundings, everything. There are typically 2 times each year when I really want to live anywhere but here. Spring and Winter.

I went on a bike ride around town the other night. I think every fricking person in town had either just mowed or was mowing and everyone has a lilac bush in their yard.

For the past few days I have been having a real hard time breathing - my allergies have kicked into high gear and my prescription meds are doing nothing.

I talked with Eric, the ex-boyfriend, this week. It was nice to catch up. He had heard from another friend in the area about my cousin and wanted to make sure I/we were alright. I'm not, but it's getting better every day. We chatted online and he turned on his webcam so I could see him. I felt like a peeping Tom but it was pretty funny at times too.

I had an appointment scheduled with a psychic but I had to cancel due to other plans on the same day. I don't know that I believe in psychic's, but I get to see her for free, so what the hell - I'll give it a shot.

Off to Chi-town tomorrow for a wedding shower. Normally I dread these types of things but I'm actually looking forward to this one for some reason.

That's about it. We've been running around like crazy with soccer and in the next few weeks start in on t-ball. Yipee.