Labor Day Fun

Ah so....

It's been a busy little day in the life of Jen and Daniel. We totally cleaned out the garage, put up some shelves, and re-organized our lives. At least it seems like it. I detailed both our four-wheeled vehicles and the boy got to play with powertools. And he finally found a use for his old surround sound system. That's right, bitches. Our garage is now a party zone. Concert-quality until the neighbors start bitching. All that's left is to fold this last load of laundry and file the bills. I'm now dead tired and ready for a few beers and some guilty pleasure TV. We had originally planned to go back out to the Saucer, but after the debaucle at Target, we want nothing more to do with other people tonight. So, the TV becons.

On that note: new seasons of BOTH the Gilmore Girls and Nip/Tuck start tomorrow, and we couldn't be more excited. Next weekend is the Dallas Stars Ice Breaker, so I will be braving the chaos with the little ones to beg for some autographs and maybe some schwag. God help me. Anyone who wants to come with is more than welcome, just let me know.

New project at work, you ask? Going swimmingly. I couldn't have asked for a better team, and I'm super excited to get things rolling with that. Unfortunately, that means I will have to start doing some actual work this week. It's about that time to re-focus and do everything within my power to help make our goals, or no bonus for me. That would suck more than a lot.

It's also starting to look and feel like autumn, my all-time favorite season. Why, you ask? Cos it's kinda like spring, without the bugs. But better. I love the slight chill in the air and the rainy godsend days like today. Plus, autumn means Halloween is near. Yep. This is when I'm definitely at my happiest. And so is the boy, cos I will soon make pumpkin bread.

For those who read this, hope your weekend was wonderful, and that it doesn't suck too much to get back to work manana.

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.