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grammarwoman) wrote2007-04-04 11:42 am
grammarwoman) wrote2007-04-04 11:42 am
Boot Rally!
Happy Hump Day, everyone!
*sound of mental tape rewinding*
Saturday, March 24th, I went out with friends for a bar-crawl around C-U, to celebrate one friend’s 40th birthday. This was highly unusual, as I very rarely go out to be social, let alone go to bars. It’s a useful perspective for me, to see what single life is like. Interesting place to visit, wouldn’t want to live there. One of the dives in particular made me very glad that I’m married, if that was the dating pool. *shudder* Talking with one of the guys in the group, I realized that I just don’t have many single female geek friends left. It’s like the guys finally realized what treasures we are and snatched us all up. I didn’t get home until 2 AM or so. It was decadently AWESOME.
The next morning, the Emperor slept in until 8:30 AM. This was unexpected, as he usually gets up around 7 or so, if I’m lucky. Hooray for me that it was late enough that my husband actually got up with him (as opposed to the usual Sunday routine where I get up, do a diaper change on the kid and put him in the highchair with breakfast, let out the dog, make coffee, and go poke my husband, whereupon he grumbles and staggers downstairs, releasing me to go back to bed for a couple of hours). I got to stay in bed! And sleep! Until almost 11 AM! Unfortunately, I arrived downstairs to the news that the Emperor had bounced his breakfast, and was working on his second batch. He proceeded to be listless all day, so we spent a lot of time cuddling and watching TV. (I’m storing those kinds of moments away in my memory bank in preparation for the bratty years.) He didn’t puke again until dinner, with Uncle Will visiting. Once the Emperor ejected his pizza, he was all smiles, leading his uncle to proclaim “Boot Rally!” (y’know, first the booting, then the rallying – it made sense at the time). This became the table’s cry for the next several minutes, interspersed with laughter.
That Wednesday was my birthday – hello, 34! – and again, my husband was an absolute joy. I took the day off from work, so I did the morning routine with the boy, and then my husband took over, whisking him off to Lenscrafters to get his glasses adjusted again (for about the 20th time, and no, I’m not kidding) and also to get one of my lenses replaced, while I went back to bed. Yay for the sleeping in twice in one week! When Al returned after dropping the kid off at daycare, we returned to pick up “about an hour” glasses with scratch-free lenses, and then we went out to breakfast. Back at home, we puttered and cleaned, and recovered our bedroom out from under an unholy amount of dust and clutter. It practically gave off a minty-fresh *ting*. Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
deaconobvious, who came over to baby-sit so we could get ready and go out on a Date! We spent a ridiculous amount of money on an exquisite filet with goat cheese for Al and lamb in almost stew-like gravy for me, plus drinks and an appetizer. Because I’m worth it! *grin* Oh, and I can’t forget my loot – I got a box of Fannie May Trinidads and a bitchin’ new knife block .
Evidently, I was a little too happy over my birthday, because I came back to work on Thursday only to have another crappy monthly review meeting. While my senior was on vacation the prior week (and let me tell you what bliss that was!), someone (and I’m pretty sure I know her identity) had complained to the big boss that I was reading a book in my cube. With the implication, of course, that I was doing it too much and not doing work, because my senior wasn’t there, and either I had run out of stuff to do or was just pooting around. In my office, perception is king. The thought that I’m a responsible adult and can perhaps manage my own damned time in my own damned cube was of no importance. So now I can’t read books in my cube; I must go to another part of the building, in order to clearly demonstrate that I’m on break.
I need a new fucking job and pronto.
To add insult to injury, Friday I got loaded down with four projects from the bitch who I’m pretty sure tattled on me. Nyargh. Oh, and my senior yelled at me several times for not being a mind reader. AND my father-in-law went to the ER and then surgery to stop a nosebleed, which put the kibosh on our plans to meet up for dinner with the in-laws that night. It was the first day in a while that I’ve cried at work. At least, I suppose, it was Friday, and I had the weekend ahead to recharge.
Saturday (um, I guess I’m up to March 31st here, not that anyone cares), we went to the in-law’s farm as an alternate plan to the Friday night misfire. FIL was fine (they cauterized his runaway bleeder), the Emperor was a dream (when asked to repeat “Show me the money!” at the dinner table, he returned with “Show me the monkey!”), and we pigged out on pizza and watched a bit of “The Little Mermaid” at the Emperor’s request. Al’s sis was particularly tickled, as that was one of her favorite movies.
Monday, the Emperor started in his new daycare classroom; he’s gone from being the oldest and biggest kid in a Two’s room to blending in the Three’s room. I like his new teachers, and I think it will be a fabulous situation for him. He’s just so damned big and unaware of it that he was accidentally pushing around his friends in the Two’s room. His new favorite toy (acquired by me, for once) is a box of four 12-piece puzzles. We’re working on a new concept of cleaning up one task before starting on the next, so the puzzles are great on multiple fronts. (Patience is not his strong suit.)
Since then it’s been slow, which is nice, as we’re gearing up for visitors for the next few weekends. Al’s working on the taxes, and realizing just how little he made at the consulting job last year (again with the needing a new job). The Emperor seems to have reversed his previous positive opinion of lasagna, which means now I have to scramble to find another dinner he’ll eat with us. *Sigh* At least he’s picked up a yen for applesauce.
Today, the bitch for whom I’m researching a software fix is out of the office, and my senior has mercifully left me alone. Ah, the quiet! Hopefully tonight we’ll do a spouse swap sodeaconobvious can keep my husband company while I go watch “Farscape” with dsjones. Then sometime in the next week or so my stupid van has to go to the dealer to get the Malfunction error about the transmission checked out. It’s always something, eh?
*sound of mental tape rewinding*
Saturday, March 24th, I went out with friends for a bar-crawl around C-U, to celebrate one friend’s 40th birthday. This was highly unusual, as I very rarely go out to be social, let alone go to bars. It’s a useful perspective for me, to see what single life is like. Interesting place to visit, wouldn’t want to live there. One of the dives in particular made me very glad that I’m married, if that was the dating pool. *shudder* Talking with one of the guys in the group, I realized that I just don’t have many single female geek friends left. It’s like the guys finally realized what treasures we are and snatched us all up. I didn’t get home until 2 AM or so. It was decadently AWESOME.
The next morning, the Emperor slept in until 8:30 AM. This was unexpected, as he usually gets up around 7 or so, if I’m lucky. Hooray for me that it was late enough that my husband actually got up with him (as opposed to the usual Sunday routine where I get up, do a diaper change on the kid and put him in the highchair with breakfast, let out the dog, make coffee, and go poke my husband, whereupon he grumbles and staggers downstairs, releasing me to go back to bed for a couple of hours). I got to stay in bed! And sleep! Until almost 11 AM! Unfortunately, I arrived downstairs to the news that the Emperor had bounced his breakfast, and was working on his second batch. He proceeded to be listless all day, so we spent a lot of time cuddling and watching TV. (I’m storing those kinds of moments away in my memory bank in preparation for the bratty years.) He didn’t puke again until dinner, with Uncle Will visiting. Once the Emperor ejected his pizza, he was all smiles, leading his uncle to proclaim “Boot Rally!” (y’know, first the booting, then the rallying – it made sense at the time). This became the table’s cry for the next several minutes, interspersed with laughter.
That Wednesday was my birthday – hello, 34! – and again, my husband was an absolute joy. I took the day off from work, so I did the morning routine with the boy, and then my husband took over, whisking him off to Lenscrafters to get his glasses adjusted again (for about the 20th time, and no, I’m not kidding) and also to get one of my lenses replaced, while I went back to bed. Yay for the sleeping in twice in one week! When Al returned after dropping the kid off at daycare, we returned to pick up “about an hour” glasses with scratch-free lenses, and then we went out to breakfast. Back at home, we puttered and cleaned, and recovered our bedroom out from under an unholy amount of dust and clutter. It practically gave off a minty-fresh *ting*. Many thanks to
deaconobvious, who came over to baby-sit so we could get ready and go out on a Date! We spent a ridiculous amount of money on an exquisite filet with goat cheese for Al and lamb in almost stew-like gravy for me, plus drinks and an appetizer. Because I’m worth it! *grin* Oh, and I can’t forget my loot – I got a box of Fannie May Trinidads and a bitchin’ new knife block .Evidently, I was a little too happy over my birthday, because I came back to work on Thursday only to have another crappy monthly review meeting. While my senior was on vacation the prior week (and let me tell you what bliss that was!), someone (and I’m pretty sure I know her identity) had complained to the big boss that I was reading a book in my cube. With the implication, of course, that I was doing it too much and not doing work, because my senior wasn’t there, and either I had run out of stuff to do or was just pooting around. In my office, perception is king. The thought that I’m a responsible adult and can perhaps manage my own damned time in my own damned cube was of no importance. So now I can’t read books in my cube; I must go to another part of the building, in order to clearly demonstrate that I’m on break.
I need a new fucking job and pronto.
To add insult to injury, Friday I got loaded down with four projects from the bitch who I’m pretty sure tattled on me. Nyargh. Oh, and my senior yelled at me several times for not being a mind reader. AND my father-in-law went to the ER and then surgery to stop a nosebleed, which put the kibosh on our plans to meet up for dinner with the in-laws that night. It was the first day in a while that I’ve cried at work. At least, I suppose, it was Friday, and I had the weekend ahead to recharge.
Saturday (um, I guess I’m up to March 31st here, not that anyone cares), we went to the in-law’s farm as an alternate plan to the Friday night misfire. FIL was fine (they cauterized his runaway bleeder), the Emperor was a dream (when asked to repeat “Show me the money!” at the dinner table, he returned with “Show me the monkey!”), and we pigged out on pizza and watched a bit of “The Little Mermaid” at the Emperor’s request. Al’s sis was particularly tickled, as that was one of her favorite movies.
Monday, the Emperor started in his new daycare classroom; he’s gone from being the oldest and biggest kid in a Two’s room to blending in the Three’s room. I like his new teachers, and I think it will be a fabulous situation for him. He’s just so damned big and unaware of it that he was accidentally pushing around his friends in the Two’s room. His new favorite toy (acquired by me, for once) is a box of four 12-piece puzzles. We’re working on a new concept of cleaning up one task before starting on the next, so the puzzles are great on multiple fronts. (Patience is not his strong suit.)
Since then it’s been slow, which is nice, as we’re gearing up for visitors for the next few weekends. Al’s working on the taxes, and realizing just how little he made at the consulting job last year (again with the needing a new job). The Emperor seems to have reversed his previous positive opinion of lasagna, which means now I have to scramble to find another dinner he’ll eat with us. *Sigh* At least he’s picked up a yen for applesauce.
Today, the bitch for whom I’m researching a software fix is out of the office, and my senior has mercifully left me alone. Ah, the quiet! Hopefully tonight we’ll do a spouse swap so
deaconobvious can keep my husband company while I go watch “Farscape” with dsjones. Then sometime in the next week or so my stupid van has to go to the dealer to get the Malfunction error about the transmission checked out. It’s always something, eh?