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Keep putting off decisions. It’s like a game with us. We have to decide what kind of lights, moulding, paint, etc for the house. Each week we seem to duck the decision ’till the weekend’. Then the weekend comes and we seem to find other more interesting things to do (sleep, eat, watch mindless TV). Then when Monday rolls around and we think about the decisions we didn’t make, we once again think ‘next weekend’ and go on about our lives. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Everyone is back from vacation and the place no longer seems like a tomb. I’m kinda stuck. I liked the tomb. But on the other hand I do like the general buzz when people are here. Now I’m remembering all the stuff I was supposed to complete while they were out… Darnit! It never stops. I did come to realize that my boss will never ask me about the stuff I’ve completed. Only about the stuff I haven’t. A Homer moment there. Because OF COURSE, why would he ask me about the stuff that’s ALREADY DONE.

Read the Potter book. Need I say more. Add that to the list of why no decisions were made this weekend. Good book. Like the way the characters and the writing level match as she’s letting them get older.

Was at a party this weekend. SO and I have some very different groups of friends. Some of them are just related to various activities like the monthly poker gang or the pinball peeps. The gang this weekend was a combo of poker and pinball. A little geek-ish, nerd-ish. Made me feel out of the loop on the geek toys, computer stuff. In high school, I was the kid that floated between all the groups. The bad-boys, the mechs, the brainiacs, the artists, the musicians, all liked me. I’d bounced off the cool kids. I was the “nice girl”.. The one that you wrote in the yearbook “To a nice girl, it’s been a great year”. I think I was good listener for anyone. You’re happy, I’m happy. You’re angry, I’m angry. You’re enemies are my enemies. You get the picture.

The older I get the less patience I have for the who-are-you and what-do-you-do questions. Next time I’ll make things up. One person in particular wanted to know what my association was with the host and hostess. I was a little lost coming up with an explanation. (Didn’t know I needed one.) But I was good and just pointed to my SO, muttered something about him playing pinball with them, and excused myself to find another beverage.

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A few days later. Sounds like a bad novel, an old cliche. Like ‘meanwhile back at the ranch’ or ‘happily ever after’. Yup…

Well the house inventory of computers has grown by 1. Ordered SO a cool new laptop. Now trying to find a case to fit the darn thing. He wants something pretty sedate. Need I say more?

Work has been pretty stressful. But I find I’ve become a person that needs deadlines and drama to be at my best. When my job slows down, I go to a bad paranoid place. It’s weird. I had a project just die on me. Big politics. Lots of shouting by the hierarchy. Drama everywhere. Nothing that was attributable to me, but still lots of free-floating stress to go around. When I got home, I was so tired. Now I’m chuckling cause of how much I had myself worked up about it.

It’s like with the house. I am way worried about what can happen. I feel like someone’s hyper mother with all the ‘what could happens’ that stopped you from doing just about anything but sit on the couch in bubble wrap for the summer. But then things just take care of themselves. The bank goofed up and wanted to call in our construction loan early. So when my SO went to complain, they just extended it for 6 months without any penalties. I wonder what SO said?

Enough with the ramblings. Back to work.

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They say that stress makes for bad times body-wise. I’m beginning to wonder about that. I can’t loose weight. But then again eating is the one joy I have. Hmmm… I can hear everyone now. “You should not reward yourself with food.” Yeah sure. Booger off! The crunch is where it’s at! But I so do creak when I first get up. Time to do something… sigh as if that won’t add more stress. 😉

July 4th was fun. Fireworks on the water. Kids screaming and piling all over you during a game of keep-away. Lots of food. Lots of 40-somethings pretending they were 20-somethings. Tylenol all around. Interesting chats. Tipsy times. Boating maneuvers.

Why do thunderstorms freak out dogs? Booming fireworks too.

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My cousin’s dog has passed away. She was a good dog and lived a fine life. She had grown into the crotchety old matron of the manse and she didn’t put up with any guff from anyone. Her ears were the softest and she didn’t mind you playing with them. The big sigh and forceful lean let you know that she was doing you a favor just by letting you “pet” her and heaven forbid you stop!

Ivory R.I.P. (2005)

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Nothing like walking out your front door and seeing your neighbor in nothing but a towel. I guess last night when he came home he forgot to take his laundry into the house. So straight from the shower to my line of sight comes a little guy with very white hairy legs, dripping wet with nothing on but a towel. When he climbed into the van I was very impressed with the dexterity he displayed. He had to step up, keep the towel in place, and then reach for a rack of clothing somewhere in the depths of the van. I applauded quietly. Wouldn’t want to embarrass the poor soul and see more than I bargained for.

Traffic was light so of course I was an hour early. That’s an hour I can never get back… sigh… If it wasn’t for Books-on-Tape, I would suffer from daily road rage. As it is, it never lets up. Gota love big city congestion. I’m counting the days till we move.

Told my SO about this blog and he seemed rather unimpressed. I kinda wanted him to secretly attempt to try and figure it out. Only he was like all “I respect your space”. Not like I haven’t scammed his secrets… Geez, I’m the cptr genius in the pair. I’ve learned to look but not see. Lol.

Haven’t decided if this place will just be an exercise in blandness or a rant page or a fade into the sunset kinda thing…

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