Starry is correct - I'm still doing too much. Can't help it. Stuff needs to get done, ya dig? Oh well, it took a year for the nerve problems to get superbad. It'll take a while to improve. It's barely been 2 months...

Big kick in the gut was that I'd counted on having COBRA coverage from my prior job. Found out that they are a few employees short of meeting the criteria.... so no insurance now. No insurance = no more physical therapy. My follow up visit with the doc next week should be covered under the initial surgical costs. *fingers crossed*

In other news, the yard looks better than it has in years. I'm waiting til cooler weather to get another load of mulch delivered and put into the landscaping. Damn, that stuff settles fast!

I'd accidently bought some "varigated gourd" seeds - the packets were mixed in with flower seeds - so I went ahead and planted them thinking we'd get a plant or two for fun. Oops. Hearty lil bastards they are and grow like mad. I let the girlspawn take a machette to em yesterday and cut em back. Fun watching her hack her way through the jungle and she didn't sever one of her own limbs in the process. Always a good thing.

and life goes on....

Oh joy!
Oh happiness!
Oh FFS!

I've been informed that very light-pigmented folks and very dark-pigmented folks have trouble with disolvable stitches actually disolving. Superfantastic!

The incision still hasn't healed completely. Can't. It keeps spitting out the stitches as s-l-o-w-l-y as possible. dammit

I dropped about $400 bucks at various stores yesterday restocking on a ton of food and cleaning supplies.

...and then the girlspawn looked in the packed fridge and said there's nothing to eat. O.o

Yeah...so... we went out drinking last night. I haven't done shots for (close to a year?) and a mere four of em knocked me for a loop. Good thing Poohbare is a responsible adult.

There are ... um... blurry spots in the ole memory. I remember the sex part cuz it was totally worth remembering. However, I was rather amused when I woke this morning to see the trail of clothing leading to the bed. Guess I musta been a bit ... um ... anxious.

I'd forgotten how much fun it is to draft mean letters. Ya just gotta make sure it's worded in the right tone and you have all the back up documents so that down the road it can be an exhibit to a contempt of court petition.

The boss leaves for a three week vacation on Friday. We have a handful of attorneys from other offices on standby should I need them to handle something that I can't, like a court appearance, or to answer questions I may have. Other than that, I think I'll be fine covering everything else and no one will even know she's gone.

Overall I'm back on my game and liking it a lot.

Yeah...so...today...

oh nevermind. I'm too tired to type.

xoxo

Yeah... so... I'm taking a nap this afternoon and I have this incredibly weirdass dream (like most of them tend to be) and at one point, I'm at a table with a bunch of craft supplies on it, and I open a cardboard egg carton and there's what looks to be a mummified gerbil in it. Oops. No one fed it. Then I see it's eyes starting to move which causes me to look for Poohbare to dispose of the potentially zombie gerbil. Instead he runs his fingers up my back making me have a panic attack that it's coming after me and (in the dream) I start crying. Since I'm crying in my sleep, Poohbare wakes me up and I tell him about the dream and he starts chuckling about the zombie gerbil...

But I was just dreaming that I woke up so when I really DID wake up, I was all confused.

So... then Poohbare askes me about the dream and starts chuckling about the zombie gerbil and I couldn't figure out if I was really awake or just dreaming AGAIN that he woke me up. It was exhausting.

I gotta tell ya, when you wake up freaked out about a zombie gerbil, no one gives ya any sympathy ffs.

I'm wearing down my perpetually grumpy boss by being obnoxiously cheerful. She can't help grinning every morning when I greet her with an ultra-perky "Good morning, Sunshine!" She ususally responds with "Not that crap, again." lol

So... I found out her birthday is next week. The plotting began immediately. I can't resist. I didn't even try. I have already been to the stores. She's prolly gonna threaten to kill me, but she'll love it.

I got a couple sheets of neon yellow poster board and one sheet of neon orange to make a GIANT sunshine to stick on her wall. She dislikes smilies, so naturally I got a ton of smiley stickers to spell out "happy birthday, sunshine" on it. The spot I've chosen is one she won't see til she sits down at her desk. heeheehee

I'm also gonna make a lemon layer cake, put a smiley on the top and frost graham crackers to stick in the sides like rays of the sun.

OMG OMG OMG I CAN'T WAIT!!!!

Last night was ... interesting. I got home from work, fixed dinner, cleaned up the kitchen then headed off to the store for groceries. Just after unloading the car around 9:30 she informs me that three boys were coming over... one of which is at the very top of the shitlist... all of them 18-19. Poohbare was stuck at work til 11:30, so I texted my son. "Want to meet T? I hear he's coming over." Not a full minute passed before my cell rings. My son said they (he and his girlfriend) are on their way. He later told me that on the way to the car, he stopped, grabbed the girlfriend, smiled big and said "He's 18!" lol He was so damn happy that the kid was old enough for him to punch without getting into too much trouble.

I stayed indoors and monitored everyone sitting on the front porch til I see a car whip into the driveway. My son sprang out of the car, bigass grin on his face, fists already clenched - girlfriend pops out the driver's side ready to go. Mind you, they're both 5'11 and in great shape. He lifts heavy stuff every day at work and she's an EMT. He has my habit of looking exceptionally cheerful just before exploding. The girlspawn saw that smile and knew immediately what it meant.

A couple comments zip back and forth and the smarter of the three boys grabs T by the shoulder and says "we gotta GO!!!!" They RUN to their car and were gone. This whole thing played out in perhaps 3 minutes from start to finish.

Son's girlfriend talked with the girlspawn for over an hour, then my son took his turn. With luck, the message got through.

Poohbare and I have been busy identifying, hunting down and speaking to the others one-by-one. I expect before long, the message will get out that she is off limits.

If nothing else, the child knows she is loved by her family and we WILL band togther to protect her whether she likes it or not.

I'm gonna take a nap. I'm too freaking old to stay up til 1:30 a.m. on a work night. xoxo

Sometimes facebook comes in pretty damn handy. I just sent this message to one of the boys mentioned in the prior blog:

6 minutes ago
You were welcomed into our home. You were given the benefit of the doubt. I placed a limited amount of trust in you. You blew it. You betrayed it.

Let me make my position perfectly clear in writing so there is utterly no chance of a misunderstanding. You are an adult. Act like one. She is a minor. 15. FIFTEEN! Jail bait. Get my drift here?

I truly do not care about the circumstances or any other reason/excuse that could be given. There is nothing you can say to excuse the actions taken - however innocent and/or stupid/spontaneous the actions may have been.

If she came on to you it is YOUR responsibility AS AN ADULT to tell her no. If you have/had the faintest urge to come on to her, it is your responsibility AS AN ADULT to set them aside and think, rather than act.

I think you're a good kid. I think you have a lot of potential and good life ahead of you; however, if you don't start thinking things through and the recognize the potential consequences for your actions before acting, you're going to be in for a lot of problems down the road.

I STRONGLY recommend you make yourself completely absent from this house and from my daughter's life for a while.

I am not a happy camper. Do not test me.