Sunday, May 24, 2009
from the to-do list which has been growing more quickly than my waistline did the last month of pregnancy.
First three power point slides shows-Check!
First quiz-its a pop quiz even-Check!
Being a good friend and helping my best friend pimp out her new website-Check!
Getting the website loaded properly-Not so much. Oh well, can't be perfect and she's getting what she paid for it... Hopefully up and running today.
Cooking an insane, positively obscene amount of food for hubby and buddies-Check!
The husband unit plays WoW... Yes, I am married to a World of Warcraft junky. His guild had a modern world meet up about 70 miles away. His best friend, a guy who has known my husband longer than I have, picked him up Friday night on the way to the meet up. The Guild is coming down here for a Crawfish boil and BBQ (cause I can't eat crawfish because of a shellfish allergy, and well, they are not going to be that rude with me in the house). The bad part of this is that I have had to clean the house (which I would have had to do all by myself anyways even if DH hadn't gone because well, cleaning is not his forte) as well as prepare the side dishes like potato salad, coleslaw, baked potatoes. I am very impressed with myself. As I was boiling eggs and potatoes for the salad, I snacked on a single boiled egg instead of the potato salad.
I admit it... I am a carb junky as well as part Irish so potatoes are an integral part of my blood.
I also am not telling the husband that I made the potato salad with fat free mayonnaise because he would be completely disgusted by it. He thinks the words fat free are the equivalent of saying that Santa is just a myth and that Star Trek was terrible.
Oh, I also got a preview of my office.... I wish the reality was as good as that sounded. I am going to get a desk in cubicle land but I have a desk and a file cabinet and two chairs. Now, I just have to pick out a picture or two to go on the desk as well as my favorite McDonald's toy. I stole my nephew's Happy Meal toy a few years ago (like ten years ago) when they featured a series from the Toy Story movies. I have one of the three eyed creatures from the crane game which has sat on my desk since I managed to filch it.
Okay, enough rambling... Ciao for now
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Since I logged into Sparkpeople. On Saturday, DH reinjured his knee and ended up in emergency surgery. The good news, the doctor thinks he fixed everything and dh is up and around already. The even better news, I got offered an adjunct position to teach a couple of intro classes this summer. Its only for the summer but I think my AC is going out and this will cover a new air handler and blower. Either that or it will be enough to run away to Aruba by the end of summer when I've gone completely insane!
The problem: Classes start the first week of June. Since it is so close, I don't have time to pick out my own text book to use so I am having to use the one that my friend had adopted. I need to finish up power point slides as well as design tests and quizzes. My head is about to explode. The problem is because I am adjunct, I have to have it all approved by the department head. The good news there... the department head sat on my dissertation committee....
Argh. Too much to do... too little time.
Oh, and the even better than that news... my niece (who is 17 and about to start her senior year in HS) wants to come out here and spend the summer so she can check out schools in "the big city". For a few bucks a week, room and board, she is willing to babysit the heathens, I mean, trolls, wait... I mean the children, yeah, that is them... As long as I take her college hopping and school clothes shopping.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I spent most of last night trying to recover DH's computer. Back in the day, back before we had children, I took quite a few computer courses because, well... I'm a geek. I admit it. DH is unlike typical men- has no discernible mechanical skills whatsoever (Guess that is why he's paid to talk for hours). Last night, the computer not only crashed but leaped into the Pit of Despair with both feet while doing a backflip. It was actually pretty spectacular.
Then, those inevitable words popped up on the screen: Boot disk corrupted.
After four hours of cursing, begging, pleading and offers of taking the computer on our next vacation, if it would only please boot up, it finally consented to rising from the blue screen of death. Unfortunately for DH, the process of getting it back up resulted in a re-install so he lost everything.
And DH doesn't back stuff up.
At midnight, I let DH take over the reinstall of WoW, MS Office, and various other programs. At 2, he finally came to bed after trying to recreate a presentation for work.
Today, though, I am going to try and conquer the tread climber for more than 20 minutes. I have a serious love-hate relationship with the Treadclimber. I adore the workout it gives. I love that it makes me stand up straight-great for the posture but it is the toughest machine I've ever encountered.
*******WARNING LAST PART IS A LITTLE DISGUSTING**********
My mom decided that she was going to find the source of the smell in my brother's house. She and I thought that something had crawled under the house and died. We were wrong. We were so very wrong....
Apparently, his dishwasher quit working sometime in the past few weeks. When it decided to commit ritual suicide, it was apparently mid wash. So all that food (he has one of those dishwashers with the disposal in the bottom) and water has been sitting there for who knows how long.
My brother gave my mom some money last night to go out and purchase a new dishwasher for him today. I'll take her around town to shop for it, and maybe I can convince her to go out for lunch (My mom is not a big restaurant eater). There is a little Middle Eastern place that I love which makes the BEST Tabbouleh salad ever. Yummm!!!!! I think I am getting hungry now.
Monday, May 11, 2009
So last week can probably best be described as the week that wasn't. I hardly made it to the gym, spending a lot of time in an allergy med induced haze punctuated with trips all over my town to take care of stuff. I still haven't found the recumbent bike that I like (or that DH will like). I think I am going to put the money into savings and be zen on the issue for a few. The right exercise equipment will find me; not the other way around.
And yesterday was SO much fun. Namely because my brother is a huge arse... To make a long story short, a few weeks ago, he alerted me that our mother was coming up for Mother's Day. I don't know if he failed to look at the calendar but he took off for Dallas this past weekend with his sort of-kinda-maybe in a way-not going to admit it-probably sleeping with but will deny it girlfriend. Want to know how I found out.... When he called me from the road to ask if I would basically pet sit. ::shaking head::
Mom came up. Complained that my brother's house smells like wet dog and the dishes weren't done. And then proceeded to remind me that he does everything all by himself and I "could" help him out a little. I very calmly said that I do help out with dinners and homework, etc. I also reminded her that he makes a very good living and if a clean house was important to him, he could very well hire a cleaning service. This, of course brought my mother back to the whole "I don't see why you are wasting all of that education by staying at home"... Hmm, lets see: I have a husband who frequently goes out of town, two trolls-one of whom has severe hearing issues(and is in Kindergarten) and the other is just an active little boy, and that I managed to get degrees in fields which are completely over-saturated right now and oh, that pesky little recession going on.... which of course was met with, "Well, I didn't tell you to go into that field".
Hear that sound... Yeah, that is the sound of my head banging against my desk.
Dh talked to my brother and supposedly he's going to talk to mom tonight (she's staying through Tuesday so she can spend sometime with my brother). I don't have much hope of that conversation happening because well... my brother is a spineless weenie. I love him to death but the man avoids confrontation like it was the Hamthrax. Seriously, when doctors perfect the spine transplant, I am getting him one. Actually, I think his ex wife took that in the divorce along with something else. He used to have a backbone. He used to be able to make decisions. Now, the only time he makes a decision is when he goes to Starbucks (and I think he makes decision allotment for the week at that one stop: Venti, non caf, mocha cappucino with a shot of maple--See five decisions at once!)
So today, I am going to the gym just to avoid dealing with Mom. I love her but damn, she drives me crazy. She's a travel agent for guilt trips.
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