It’s Friday!
This week has just been a big poop-fest. I have had a lot of stuff go down at work and it has just ruined the week. I will not get into it, in fact, I never will talk about work here on my blog, but let’s just say I’m not pleased, I’d like things to be different, and that’s that. But I'm still down about the race over the weekend, as well as Keller's evaluation next week, moving him to the new school, blah blah blah.
I have to say, though, that I am feeling better than I was at the beginning of the week. I just feel like, when things are not right for me, I just disconnect myself from the world. And let’s face it, things have been down right shitty for us this year. And just when I think things are looking up, WHAM! Something else comes along.
Last night my book club met to discuss the latest book read: The Idiot Girl and the Flaming Tantrum of Death by Laurie Notaro. Um, hilarious! Seriously, that was a funny book. Anyway, our book club is really just an excuse to get together and eat. We discuss the book for a short time, but for the most part, it’s just a gathering of friends. Which I’m all for.
Last night was no different. And it was greatly needed. It was at Melissa’s house, and it was just a small number of us (Mary, Holly, Melissa and myself). And the three of them are so sweet, they had a little pre-birthday celebration for me since Melissa will be out of town for my actual birthday next week (it’s the 7th for those of you that still need to shop. Get on it!). Anyway, we had cake and wine and these interesting beer margaritas that Melissa made. They were yummy. And I am fully convinced that all you need to get through a bad time is a group of great friends. We were all so frazzled and emotionally spent last night, but just sitting there talking things out and being there for one another made us realize that we’re never alone in the things we go through and we always have each other to lean on. It’s really wonderful and I’m so grateful. So, ladies, thank you for making me feel special. It was greatly needed and appreciated.
So, now it’s onto the weekend! Yay! We don’t have any plans, other than the usual training for our respective races. Maybe we will actually watch a movie or something.
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Friday, August 1, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Manic Monday
Ugh.
Here we are, another Monday, another week ahead of us. Yippy.
The weekend was good. I love the weekend. Saturday we didn't do a whole lot. I ran in the morning, my friend Lynne came over for lunch. Then one of Keller's little friends, Landon, had a birthday party. Then I went out with friends for a much needed night out on the town.
Mary, Melissa, Mark (Melissa's hubby), Eric (Mark's brother who is in the band Black Gold), and Melissa's friend Susan went out drinking in Bethesda. We went to dinner at the yummy Olazzo first and then to Caddies for about 800 vodka tonics. Needless to say, we had a great time and Sunday morning was a bit ugly for me.
Yes, I finally got myself out of bed around 10:30 on Sunday. Then we went over to the pool. The sun helped me feel better. I wasn't hung over in the traditional sense of the word, it was more of just a protest on the part of my stomach. I just can't hang anymore. I'm old.
After the pool, we took naps (our usual Sunday afternoon activity). We then went to Trader Joe's, which has become my new favorite place. Seriously, I love that place and everything in it. I want to live there.
When the alarm went off this morning, I thought about throwing across the room, but just didn't have the energy. I was meeting my friend Connie to run. And I had to conserve. The run went well but I'm pretty tired.
I have to vent for a moment. My work computer sucks giant ass. It is so slow that I think I lose about 3 days of life between waiting and being angry over it. Come on! It's 2008 and we should not have to wait 5 minutes for a computer to boot up. Not to mention the wait to open a freaking document in Word. Whew. That's all about that.
Happy Monday, people.
Here we are, another Monday, another week ahead of us. Yippy.
The weekend was good. I love the weekend. Saturday we didn't do a whole lot. I ran in the morning, my friend Lynne came over for lunch. Then one of Keller's little friends, Landon, had a birthday party. Then I went out with friends for a much needed night out on the town.
Mary, Melissa, Mark (Melissa's hubby), Eric (Mark's brother who is in the band Black Gold), and Melissa's friend Susan went out drinking in Bethesda. We went to dinner at the yummy Olazzo first and then to Caddies for about 800 vodka tonics. Needless to say, we had a great time and Sunday morning was a bit ugly for me.
Yes, I finally got myself out of bed around 10:30 on Sunday. Then we went over to the pool. The sun helped me feel better. I wasn't hung over in the traditional sense of the word, it was more of just a protest on the part of my stomach. I just can't hang anymore. I'm old.
After the pool, we took naps (our usual Sunday afternoon activity). We then went to Trader Joe's, which has become my new favorite place. Seriously, I love that place and everything in it. I want to live there.
When the alarm went off this morning, I thought about throwing across the room, but just didn't have the energy. I was meeting my friend Connie to run. And I had to conserve. The run went well but I'm pretty tired.
I have to vent for a moment. My work computer sucks giant ass. It is so slow that I think I lose about 3 days of life between waiting and being angry over it. Come on! It's 2008 and we should not have to wait 5 minutes for a computer to boot up. Not to mention the wait to open a freaking document in Word. Whew. That's all about that.
Happy Monday, people.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Movin' Out
I just got off the phone with Melissa, who is my friend and neighbor in one of the town houses in my little cluster of houses. Guess what? The neighbors from hell that live next door to us are moving out.
Yee Ha!!
Let's get some back story here, shall we. The house next door to us is owned by a family that moved up to West Virginia. They rent out this town house. This family moved in late last year. It is a mom and her 4 kids, and some dude that smokes a lot. We always see him on the deck smoking. He is nice enough, but you can't go out on the deck without seeing him over there puffing away. Anyway, they don't have a car and in the beginning they would always need to use our phone to call a cab. I didn't mind but one time the mom came over while Keller was napping and Lola was barking and it was just a little annoying. I guess they finally got a phone because that stopped after a while.
It seemed like things would be fairly normal with this family. They were all very nice and while the kids were all teenagers, we never really had any cause for concern.
That didn't last.
For the past several months, there have been parties and music playing at all times of the day and night. It's been ridiculous. Music thumping, base vibrating the house. We've had pictures fall, vases broken. We've had to bang on the wall several times, go over there and ask them to turn it down, etc. They would tell us in advance that they would be having parties, as if that somehow made it all right. It started spiraling out of control in May.
The night before the Frederick Marathon was the first huge ass party. There were at least a hundred kids next door all night. I was able to get a little sleep, but probably not as much as I would have liked before a marathon. John had to sleep with his iPod on to tune out their thumping. Another party the following weekend was so bad, one of my neighbors in another group of townhouses had to call the police because there were kids outside her yard. There has been a party every weekend for the last month. The police have been called several times. We never see the mom there, but the smoking dude is always there. It doesn't matter, he's probably inside bumping along with the kids. The landlord was notified but didn't do anything.
The Friday of Memorial Day weekend was another party. We banged on the wall, we asked them to turn it down, etc. Nothing happened. Well, three of our neighbors called the police. The police came, the music was turned down. Life went on. Except that the president of our HOA contacted the lawyers and evicted them! And she has made it HOA policy that no one can rent out their home without the HOA approving the potential tenants. Yippy!
I am so excited, I cannot even put it into words yet. There's a small part of me that feels bad that an entire family is being displaced. But at the same time, my family has been totally displaced on several occasions. We own our home and shouldn't have to put up with bull shit like that. This isn't a college town, this is suburbia.
I can't wait to go home and see the empty house!
Yee Ha!!
Let's get some back story here, shall we. The house next door to us is owned by a family that moved up to West Virginia. They rent out this town house. This family moved in late last year. It is a mom and her 4 kids, and some dude that smokes a lot. We always see him on the deck smoking. He is nice enough, but you can't go out on the deck without seeing him over there puffing away. Anyway, they don't have a car and in the beginning they would always need to use our phone to call a cab. I didn't mind but one time the mom came over while Keller was napping and Lola was barking and it was just a little annoying. I guess they finally got a phone because that stopped after a while.
It seemed like things would be fairly normal with this family. They were all very nice and while the kids were all teenagers, we never really had any cause for concern.
That didn't last.
For the past several months, there have been parties and music playing at all times of the day and night. It's been ridiculous. Music thumping, base vibrating the house. We've had pictures fall, vases broken. We've had to bang on the wall several times, go over there and ask them to turn it down, etc. They would tell us in advance that they would be having parties, as if that somehow made it all right. It started spiraling out of control in May.
The night before the Frederick Marathon was the first huge ass party. There were at least a hundred kids next door all night. I was able to get a little sleep, but probably not as much as I would have liked before a marathon. John had to sleep with his iPod on to tune out their thumping. Another party the following weekend was so bad, one of my neighbors in another group of townhouses had to call the police because there were kids outside her yard. There has been a party every weekend for the last month. The police have been called several times. We never see the mom there, but the smoking dude is always there. It doesn't matter, he's probably inside bumping along with the kids. The landlord was notified but didn't do anything.
The Friday of Memorial Day weekend was another party. We banged on the wall, we asked them to turn it down, etc. Nothing happened. Well, three of our neighbors called the police. The police came, the music was turned down. Life went on. Except that the president of our HOA contacted the lawyers and evicted them! And she has made it HOA policy that no one can rent out their home without the HOA approving the potential tenants. Yippy!
I am so excited, I cannot even put it into words yet. There's a small part of me that feels bad that an entire family is being displaced. But at the same time, my family has been totally displaced on several occasions. We own our home and shouldn't have to put up with bull shit like that. This isn't a college town, this is suburbia.
I can't wait to go home and see the empty house!
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