Hey, Betty!

I know, I know.  NaBloPoMo was a bit of a slog last year, but I really did enjoy it.  So I’m doing it again.  And really, with the cat (see right) how can I not?  Hee!

Remember how every damn year the snow flies and I’m caught without my snow tires and freak out?  Guess when I had them done this year?  October 2nd.  It’s all your fault.  I just couldn’t go another year with you bringing up my ranting and being caught out by Mother Nature.  Thanks, by the way.  Both times I went north in the past 2 weeks, it was snowing by the time I made it home.

Special K is going to kill me.

She’s always unhappy when I share News (capital N, people!) on here without calling her first. Come to think of it, my sister might be pissed, too. Fuck it.

I have become that which I have vilified at times in the past: The Boss. Or, as Jack put it: “Mom, I hear you’re the manager of sompfing. Manager of the world.”

That’s right, kid. Mwahahahahahahahaha.

In all seriousness - or as much as I can muster - I have been promoted to branch manager of my office. Woot! This involves, as expected, new and exciting levels of stress, responsibility for our performance, the need to fill the spot recently vacated by me (bitch! leaving me in the lurch like this.), and no less than 2 business trips to CowTown in the space of two weeks.

Please take a moment to remember that my husband is away from home during the week, and I have no family living close by. Whee! More stress: what do I do with the kids while I’m jaunting off to meetings? Actually, I have really good friends. Friends who are about to have all those favours called in. Heh.

It also means I am bailing on some SPCA responsibilities, a situation I regret.

Good god, am I going to be busy now. Gahhh.

Because the excitement of my life knows no bounds. None.

It’s 9:12 pm, and it’s officially past my bedtime. My ride leaves at 4:30 tomorrow morning.

(pardon me while I choke that down)

Because she truly is the Bestest Friend EVER, D2 has volunteered (yes, she did lose her mind recently, why ever do you ask?) to pick me up at 4 am, hit the Tim Horton’s drive thru, and deliver me to said ride. Ah, the joys of having but one vehicle. And a husband who can’t wake up at 8 am, let alone 4 am. Really, it’s all because of the children. Who the fuck wants to wake their cranky little asses up at that time? Not me.

And now? I need ideas as to what I could possibly buy D2 as a thank-you gift. She loves chocolate, coffee and alcohol. Surely I can come up with something!

Ok. That’s it. I need sleep. 3 am is coming fast.

I understand the nickname now.

Crackbook…er…Facebook. Very addictive. Wow.

It’s cool to find friends from way back when, although the realization that I graduated high school 16 years ago next month makes me feel old.

Some things I need to figure out:

How to change my name. I requested a change, but it’s not there yet.

How to enter an education obtained outside of the traditional school setting. I feel kind of dumb, only having my HS info on there. I feel I should note I have some semi-fancy letters after my name and haven’t spent the last 16 years letting my grey matter go completely to hell.

If making note of this blog on my FB profile is good or bad. Time will tell, I suppose.

Crap on a cracker.

Somehow, that title sums up my current mood.

I am tired. Bone-deep, ass-kicked tired.

I moved or helped move 4 beds today. 9 pieces total, 12 if you count the damn frames. Then there was the general rearrangement of the rooms, and putting all the new bedding in place.

Add in the delivery of a friend and her baby to the hospital (baby fell out of the crib, she’s fine), taking photos of animals and children with Santa (SPCA thing), and a couple of other small errands, you could say my day was full. Bah.

However. The new bed seems nice - will have to sleep a night to really determine how I like it - and I got this great photo of my monkeys. 2006 seems to be the year of the good picture when it comes to my boys. *grin*

PS. Jack’s shirt says “I didn’t do it.” Highly appropriate.

Write.

What the hell? I suppose I can post Every. Damn. Day. in November. What with all the shit going on in November, I should have plenty of blog fodder.

Whee.

If you’re interested (or just wonder what the fuck I’m on about now), check this out.

By a nose.

The geezers win!

Finally, a meeting place is set.

Fun times.

Don’t have much else to say or write at the moment. Am unhappy about some things, and trying to figure out ways to deal with said things. Nothing to worry about.

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Blogger wouldn’t let me publish this yesterday, so I’m adding to it. Just because I CAN. I’m happier today, just working through some stuff in my head….and with D. Bah. Men are so annoying sometimes.

Again, nothing to worry about.

It shouldn’t be that hard!

I’m trying to set up an SPCA meeting. “Try” is the operative word in this sentence.

Venue #1: Library

I phone, and am informed that they no longer let groups use their meeting room at night. Something about problems. Hm. Wonder if it had anything to do with their two break-ins. Either way, I can’t use the room

Venue #2: Arena meeting room

Call, leave voicemail. Wait hours. Call back, talk to someone else. Find out the night I want is booked, but the day before (a Sunday) is not. Cost: $30. The library was free. Bastards.

Venue #3: Senior centre

Call, leave message. No reply as of yet. Damn geezers.

Venue #4: Meeting room in a building whose purpose I’m struggling to explain. It’s part of a group community (not a cult! if you ask them) that has made some ownership changes of late.

Call 1st number. Am informed that they no longer do booking. Call hotel that is next to the building, as instructed by 1st person. Am informed that as of Oct 1st, the town office does the bookings because they’re the new owners. Call the town. Am informed that the mayor has taken on the bookings herself…and she’s away until Monday. Leave message for someone else who will supposedly get back to me.

We have our big auction coming up in November, and I’ve also left messages for our auctioneer and the hall rental guy - just to confirm everything’s booked - and have had no responses.

Gah.

Babies are cute.

But I still don’t want another one.

Har.

Miss Sienna & I made it through the night. She’s pretty darn easy, only requiring her soother be popped back in when she spit it out. She slept in the bed with me. I’m lazy that way. And it turns out that it doesn’t have to be my child in the bed, I wake up if the baby moves/farts/cries. Go figure!

The piano!

I completely forgot to blog about the piano.

My mom has an upright grand piano in her house - it was my grandmother’s, and before that, it was my great-grandmother’s. Aside from playing “The Entertainer” once every 5 years, my mom doesn’t touch it. I have coveted the piano since my years of lessons. Even with the great artwork my sister added with a dry pen (sorry, Andaroo, couldn’t resist!).

Mom has always avoided the subject of when I get the piano. Not if, just when. Now that she & dad are starting to plan their retirement (not the money part, just the timing), she actually brought it up. I am definitely getting the piano, and probably within 5 years.

Now I just have to build a room in which to keep it. And figure out how much a tuning is going to cost. And how much it’ll be to move it professionally. 400+ kilometres. Ack!

I don’t care. I cannot wait!!! When I was at their house earlier this month, I made a point of going downstairs to play (it’s in their tenant’s suite) and I was happy to discover I can still read sheet music. And that I miss playing.

WHEEE!!!