My My....It has been a while

So, it's been a long week, I'm tired as all hell, and quite possibly still hung over from last Monday. I mean, uh, it was a great work trip and we accomplished a lot, and the dealership loves us. Yeah.

Seriously, met some awesome folks from the other offices, hung out, got to ride the Black Hills, and overall had a great time.

Let's see, some details......for those of you who simply must know.

Gorgeous country out there, pics to follow. We, ahem, borrowed some Demo bikes and went for a ride one evening Saw Mt. Rushmore, maybe a pic to follow, cos that's tourist, and I'm way to Rock 'N Roll for that. Met Dee Snyder, definitely pic to follow, cos that's total Rock N' Roll. Partied at a few well-known shitholes; truly a good time had by all.

But, it's good to be home. I missed my boy and my kiddos. But thanks to whoever is actually in charge up in D.C., I had to spend all of my last day up there listening to: "Oh you poor thing, you're flying tomorrow. Did you hear what happened? Insert mis-quoted news moron and backwoods racist slur here." But, I'm home and in once piece with no issues in the airways or airports whatsoever. Mainly because Rapid City has one terminal (6 gates) and one baggage claim, and can't be bothered with things like "Code Orange."

But, enough about that. I don't have time for this shit. I'm going to go fuck the cat.

(explanation to follow if you're that curious)

Update, Finally

Ah so.....

I can breathe for two seconds. Christmas is over, we got New Year's this weekend, then it's time to pack up and get the hell out. That's right, we're moving, again. This time, we're movin up, all the way to Plano. Snotty soccer moms and heroin addicted teenagers. Joygasm. I'm excited tho. Cos it's a new place, it's a n-i-c-e place, and it's close to where I work. Now I can ride all the freakin time.

So, Christmas went well, I was stupidly sick the whole time, but now I feel okay. I'll be off my meds just in time to get retarded for New Years. I have decided that Christmas sucks when you're grown up. You get less, and the stuff you do get, sucks more. Maybe I'm just a spoiled brat; that's a huge possibility. But we had a great time watching the kiddo's open their stuff, and a mostly wonderful time was had by all. I got to see my cousin's baby and some people I hadn't seen in a couple years, so that was good. I saw Kali and baby yesterday as well. She finally got rid of the conehead thing and is too cute, I think she's starting to look more like her dad. But anyway, I finally held her and it wasn't tragic, so thumbs up on that one.

So yeah, that's about it. Stay safe this weekend and leave the drunk driving to the retards and professionals.

Happy Thanksgiving

Indeed, it's been awhile since I've posted a blog. I'm a busy girl, and I guess I have a tendency to let stuff pile up so I can get it all out in one shot. So deal.

First of all....

Happy Thanksgiving guys. I had my domestic goddess-ness yesterday and will finish up today. Same thing every year: lunch at my mom's house and then the skipping around from house to house game. Today should not be too different. However, this year there will be the decorating mom's house with Christmas lights, traveling to Daniel's sister's house (on my Harley, oh yeah), then to his brother's house, then back home to decorate our crib. It's the first set of holidays we've got together and I can only hope all goes well with as little drama as possible. It's kind of like a test I think, but what do I know... All I know for sure is that if I don't choke my mother it will be a miracle.

The boy: all is well, still. This is scary, but good. I spoke to my hot British might-as-well-be-brother and all is well in his world as well. Write this down folks, for the first time in recorded history, life is going great for me and all my friends. Keep your fingers crossed for continued happiness.

Work: getting better. I got a promotion, yay. All I know for sure is that I will no longer be bored at work. The stress may kill me, but I'd rather be busier than I can handle than sitting at my desk doing nothing, waiting for the phone to ring. Congrats as well to Jackson.

So yeah, that's about it. OH! My best friend is still waiting to pop out that kid of hers. Her official due date is today, but we'll see when The Event happens. Also, if anyone in the area knows of a great place to live, let me know. We're getting the hell outta these apartments when my lease is up in July and we're researching already. We want awesome staff, quiet environment, and spacious if possible. Closer to my job would be cool (Plano) and my bike insurance would be cheaper (i.e. cut in half).

SO! Happy Native American Oppression Day. Enjoy the food, family, and all that. Don't forget to keep our troops in your hearts during the holidays, and let's hope they come home soon.

Much Love.

Hooray, Beer!

Word.

So I'm back from an oh-so-lovely weekend in Shiner, Texas. It was the second annual pilgrimage south of Austin for the ara's and I. We had a fucking blast guys, no bullshit.

It was also the first long trip/overnight out of town/concert event for myself and the boy. And I am happy to report he did so much better than I could have dreamed. We had fun, he wasn't all possessive and weird, and he put up with my friends, cracking jokes and fitting in like a dream. I do believe he can stay. He even stayed sober so none of us poor lil girls had to drive the mean streets back home. Seriously, how did I get so damn lucky?

Sorry you guys had to miss the fun. But there's always next year.

Sadness

OK, so here's the update. I've been meaning to post something for awhile now, but I'm lazy.

Life, in general, remains unchanged. The boy is fine, work still blows. The family is doing well, and overall, things are good. I suppose my title here was a bit misleading. Oops.

So, last week was probably the most traumatic week I've been through in awhile. Actually, the past two weeks. So, I get deathly sick. I'm off work for a couple days, at home in bed. I love the home in bed part. I do not love the part where time not spent in bed is spent doing the technicolor yawn. For days. Days. But I eventually got better, never figured out what happened, but ah well.

Then, last week, my baby boy almost dies. First you need to understand the phenomenon that is Scooter. He's a little ball of crazy energy. Always running around like an idoit, will eat anything you put in front of him. Crazy. But sweet. So one day, he stops eating, starts shaking, stops moving, and becomes a lump on the couch. We do blood work, we do lots of special drugs, and not a lot helps. We even had to talk about having to put the little guy down. So we did some "last ditch" drug cocktail, and it seems to be working a bit. We still don't know what's wrong with him, since I don't have a half billion dollars to run a million tests and stuff. But he's doing somewhat better, has started eating again, and will hopefully start gaining weight.

So yeah, I'm exhausted. And at work, which makes me so much more tired. I just want to sleep for a couple days, and I don't think that's too much to ask.

Happiness Is

Hockey pre-season game one today. Just hours away.

And now I have cable, and can watch all Stars games this season. It's orgasmic almost.

Have now moved the boy into the apartment. Apparently the place is smaller than I had previously realized. At least it is when you get two people's crap in it. But that's ok. If we can make this work for a half year or something then we should have no problem in a bigger place with two bedrooms.

So, yeah....that's about all I've got.

Work still sucks.

OK - Amended

So, let me start with a disclaimer. I don't have TV right now so all my news is coming from the internet radio station I listen to at work. I also check CNN and MSN and all that. Now to my point.

So I'm pretty sure we've established that I never really liked the president. But this week has sent me into a dimension of pissed off that I can't remember experiencing at another point in my life. I'm disgusted.

There is no reason this many people should have died. NO REASON. This wasn't a surprise attack. We knew this was coming. We knew days before that a hurricane was going to hit the Gulf Coast. So what do you do if you're the Governor of Louisiana? You send a letter to the president four days before it hits, requesting $5million to evacuate. Why? Because you know that 25% of your population lives below the poverty line and can't afford to get out on their own. So, if you're the president, how do you respond? You say no. Then go play golf.

So, let's issue a mandatory evacuation of the city, after everyone who can afford to do so on their own has already done so. But first, let's shut down Greyhound, the airport, and the trains. It's not like they can afford a ticket anyway.

So the storm hits, devastates, etc, just like a good hurricane would do. "Oh no, this is horrible. But don't worry, we'll pull through." But wait, you've slashed the budget for levee repair, maintenance, and upgrade by 80o pay for your daddy's war. Whoops. So they break, flood the city. Shocking.

So now 80 f NOLA is under water. People are sitting on their rooftops and crammed into a football stadium and convention center. No water, no food, no electricity. Then what? If you're the president, you wait a day, then fly over, and go back to your ranch. Then you go to Arizona to plug your new Rx drug plan, and play more golf. Then go to California and schmooze more buddies. Then back to DC after a well-deserved vacation.

In the meantime, what about FEMA? They deny anyone is at the Superdome until Thursday. THURSDAY. I knew the place was crammed on Tuesday evening, because the news media was all over it. So you have independent contractors and laborers volunteering to go down and help rescue. But wait, put them in a staging area and say, "We're gonna wait awhile on this."

So to recap. People are dying, bodies in the streets, rats eating the bodies, those still alive crammed worse than cattle in conditions I wouldn't wish on Osama Bin Laden. Then, four days later, you head down there for your goddamned photo-op. THEN you send in the relief. OH thank God, it's a miracle! Salvation is here.

Fuck. You.

He sat there, waiting for the perfect moment, to get his photo opportunity and let people die. "Oh well we didn't have the resources...." Bullshit. We evacuated lower Manhattan in a matter of HOURS on 9-11. Oh, wait. Those people weren't poor. Or black. Those people matter. This didn't happen in Florida last year. If there were 20,000 blonde white girls in the SuperDome, then this would be a non-issue.

This isn't Somalia. This is the fucking United States. These people aren't refugees, they're Americans. This is unacceptable. And, to be honest, it doesn't matter who the president is at this point. I would hope that citizens wouldn't tolerate this from any leader. This goes way beyond Republican/Democrat. This is a violation of fucking human rights.

Help was asked for a week ago. The governor tried to prepare. The mayor tried to prepare. But the poor city needed help, and the president and his red-tape cronies said no. They are directly responsible for the death of thousands.

Here's where I get childish and petty. But I can't express the amount of my frustration. I will bet money that he doesn't even know how to spell the name of the Pontchartrain. He came in to try and play hero, but this time no one believed his bullshit. The National Guard isn't around? Oh, that's cos we sent them to Iraq instead of more active military. Does no one else see how this entire administration has snowballed into something so out of control? We had better be damn grateful he can't do this for another four years. Am I the only one who sees this? Think back over his presidency. Think of the tragedies, injustice, etc. Now look at it in perspective, through the lens of what we now know. Thousands are dead, Americans and Middle Easterners alike, and it could have all been prevented. September 11th? We trained Al-Qaeda and gave them guns....and by we, I mean Bush, Sr. Look at the big picture. It's sad that we open our eyes only when our own citizens are affected on American soil. Wake the fuck up.