Hmmmm...... how can something so random be so accurate?
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This is a true story...
We went to see the in-laws this past weekend. No, this is not exactly my favorite way to spend one of the two days a week I get off from work, but what can you do, especially when you have a kid? We got a free dinner out of it, so I guess it wasn't all bad.
The boy was frolicing with grandpa. Mom-in-law was on the couch watching the evening news. The husband and I were picking up the boy's toys, and as I started to put a set of small plastic zoo animals into a bag, this exchange took place...
The husband: "Yeah, I heard on the news a few days ago that they've finally declared the black rhinoceros extinct."
The mother-in-law: "I don't see why people make such a big deal out of an animal going extinct! I mean really!! We wouldn't want the dinosaurs to still be around, would we? Or the Sabertooth tigers?"
The husband and I looked at each other in stunned silence. I was actually speechless. Finally, after a few seconds, I said "Well, she does have a point. Think how inconvenient it would be if the dinosaurs were still around."
Then we went home.
I'm sure I'm not telling you anything you haven't already figured out. When I'm in a bad mood... black mood... angry, bitter mood... I don't blog. My mood has been up and down lately. Mostly down. I don't like to blog when I'm in that mental place, because it all comes out sounding hateful and bitter and bitchy, and I don't like myself when I'm like that. No one wants to hear me whining. I don't even want to hear myself whining most of the time, but I have no choice but to listen to it.
Choice.
Choices.
Something that's been on my mind quite a bit lately, and the reason, for the most part, for my black mood.
Why?
Probably because I'm no longer on the Wellbutrin... I made the choice to stop taking it, because we just can't afford it right now along with all the other medications I have to be on to help with keeping my blood sugar under control. We're living paycheck-to-paycheck right now because the husband made the choice to go back to school instead of finding gainful employment when he lost his job at the beginning of the year. No one told us that, after 6 months, he'd have to re-file for his unemployment payments to continue, so we had the rug pulled out from underneath us about 4 weeks ago when his checks stopped without warning. Endless phone calls, paper work, yada, yada, yada. "You have to re-file for benefits, but the state will turn them down because you've already collected for 6 months. When the state denies your claim, it will be picked up by T.R.A. (which is part of these trade adjustment programs that are paying him to go to school) will pick up the claim and start paying your benefits, along with your tuition and books." Now, before you say it, I know that in the long run, this struggle will be worth it. Right now, though, it sucks, plain and simple. Our vacuum cleaner is broken, our cell phone service is suspended, and my car needs new tires....... but God only knows when we'll have the money for any of those.
I made the choice to change jobs about 6 months back, and now I hate where I'm at (although apparently I'm doing very well, and our department director is quite impressed with some ideas I've had lately - go figure). They're remodeling our office, which has been a pain in the you-know-what, BUT I no longer have to sit near Right-Wing Conservative Girl or the bitter old lady behind me (not to be confused with the woman who used to sit in the cubicle behind me). So that's at least one good thing, I guess.
I have vacation the week of Labor Day - the week after next, THANK THE HEAVENS!! I'm so, so very much hoping that this break revives me, because I NEED IT RIGHT NOW.
The fact that I can't even use the Blogger for Word feature at the Casa de Insurance has put a serious restraint on my blogging. I'm seriously considering moving this to a site that does not have any form of the word 'blog' in the address or title, so that I can post from work again. That's what they pay me for, right?
Our cat disappeared about 3 weeks ago... just vanished. It was a Wednesday, and what makes this even sadder is that we didn't realize until the following Friday that we hadn't seen her for several days. Several thorough searches of the house and yard confirmed that she was, in fact, gone, and none of the neighbors have spotted her. It's a bittersweet parting for me. She belonged to my parents before we got her, but she was as old as dirt and had started puking all over the place (nothing like stepping in it at 2am when you get up to go the bathroom!). Wherever she is, I hope she's happy.
I walked into our garage door the other day. It wasn't completely down, and I was looking through the day's mail as I was walking in. I misjudged the clearance (surprising, since I'm only 5'2"-ish) and thumped right into it; it caught me mid-forehead. I yelped loudly, then quickly looked around to make sure none of the neighbors had witnessed this. Luckily, it didn't leave a mark.
The new medicinal regimen my doctor has me on has my blood sugar all over the place. Up and down, up and down. Low blood sugar is something I've never had a problem with before, but it is regularly dipping into the 60's - 70's, which isn't good. The doctor doesn't seem too concerned, though. Space the meds out more through the day, check your level often (my fingertips look like pin cushions), make sure you're eating regularly, blah, blah, blah. I'm so sick and tired of dealing with this shit.
How's your day?
You should be listening to this:
And if you get BBC America, you should be watching this:
Absolustely awesome.
{insert guttural noise of disgust here...}
I'm still stewing over last night (see post below), which is pointless, but it's my nature.
The ONE THING I was looking forward to this summer SHOT TO HELL because I choose to befriend the mentally unbalanced.
To torture myself, I went to the Warehouse (yes, the DMB official fan site, and yes, I paid $35 for my 1-year membership) website and looked up the set list from last night's concert... and oh it would've been a good show...
08/01/2006
Dave Matthews BandRiverbend Music Center
Cincinnati, OH
Seek Up *
Crash Into Me
Hunger For The Great Light *
The Idea Of You * (AND THIS ONE IS A NEW SONG!!!!!)
American Baby *
Dancing Nancies *
Warehouse *
Where Are You Going
Louisiana Bayou *
Cant Stop
So Much To Say *
Too Much *
Jimi Thing *+
Stay *
Encore:
Everyday *
Special Guests:
* Rashawn Ross on Trumpet
+ Warren Haynes
I don't do a whole lot on my own ie. without the husband and son. I work full-time. The hubby is in school full-time, so Mon-Thur, he walks out the door to school as I walk in the door from work. We don't get to spend loads of time together as a family, so for me to plan to do something on my own is a big deal. And when it's the annual DMB summer tour, it's an even BIGGER deal. The disappointment of this is huge.
But I'll get over it.
{insert guttural noise of disgust here...}
I originally wrote this post at work this morning, about 11am or so, but the Blogger for Word feature wouldn't work to post it, or the Casa de Insurance has disabled that feature somehow, so I'm just now posting it from home. I read it, and I get even angrier, but at myself this time. I feel like I've been duped somehow. It's hard to explain without going into the long, drawn-out story of JB and said other person that also works at the Casa de Insurance, not to mention a few peripheral characters that have wandered in and out of the story of the last year and a half. You hear so much shit from so many people, and after a while it's hard to know who to believe, which makes me crazy. Better to keep to myself and the friends I already have.
Well fuck.
Fuckity fucking fuck fuck.
Remember the DMB concert I was supposed to be going to tonight?
Yeah. Ain't happening.
As I'm sure you can imagine, I am one pissed puppy right now.
What happened, you ask?
The Casa de Insurance is such a soap opera, as I'm sure most large offices are. The short version of the story is that some bad things happened between JB, my work buddy and fellow-DMB fan, with another person that works here. The end result of it all was that said other person that works here is now living with JB's ex-fiance, has been for a year and a half now, and JB still can't deal with all of it emotionally. Said other person and the ex decided AT THE LAST MINUTE to get tickets to the SAME SOLD-OUT SHOW that we had tickets for tonight, found tickets on E-bay and paid through the nose for them. JB found out about all of this this morning, had a huge panic attack here at the office, and left. She's too distraught to go tonight, blah, blah, blah.
Reading over that, I'm struck by how superficial it sounds. Trust me when I say there's loads more stuff that goes into this whole story, that just isn't worth taking up your time with.
On a good (I guess) note, I was able to sell the tickets to someone else here, so I have at least not just flushed $100 down the toilet.
If you come looking for me, I'll be at home tonight, enjoying lasagna and last night's episode of the Colbert Report on the DVR.
