Gone

Due to changes in schedule, the boys have been at their dad's for the past 4 weekends, so I have been at George's for the past 4 weekends.  Which is really, really nice. 

The only downside is that the weekend is when you do all the "stuff" that needs to be done and I haven't been here to do it.  For instance, my bills were neatly put into a lovingly ignored pile.  This morning I decided it was probably high time to at least acknowledge the Pile O'Bills. 

And I. Can't. Find. It.

We're not talking just a couple pieces of paper, we're talking all my bills.  Gone.  Poof!  ...do you think that means I don't owe them anymore?  Well sir, your bill disappeared, so I logically assumed that meant the debt disappeared also.  Right? 

Time's a wastin'

Folks, I have 6 weeks and 5 days until George (iwilllovehimandsqueezehimandcallhimGeorge!) and I go on vacation.  We're going to visit friends of his on a lovely little island - sans heathen boys - for 7 days.  SEVEN DAYS.  Woot!!

The problem?  I only have 6 weeks to: A. stop eating candy constantly; B. cure my addiction to Goldfish pretzel fishies, C. lose 10 pounds, D. grow that money tree so that I can actually afford to help with this trip.

That's a lot to do in 6 weeks and 5 days.  And I have cramps today so it's really only 6 weeks and 4 days.  And I'm lazy, so it's really something like 1 week wherein I panic. 

Ack!

Same old

Hi all!  Still here, but boring.  Sorry.  As in, this past weekend was a great weekend.

I made a lovely dinner.  George and Boy 2 installed a new garbage disposal and my heart totally melted all over the place because George is a great teacher and did a wonderful job giving Boy 2 parts to do while teaching him what needed to be done, without it being a Learning Moment.  Both had fun.  And, it was one less home repair job I had to do.  Yay.

But see what I mean?  Great but boring.  And I'm absolutely fine with that. 

Only drama going on is that I'm up for a cell phone renewal at the end of this month.  And OMG, the choices.  The decisions.  What to do?

I have a crackberry now, and like it, but am thinking of moving on.  Hard to take sneaky photos because crackberrys always make the stupid Taking A Picture sound which totally blows my cover.  George has an iPhone, and while I can't get one because I'm with Tmobile and they don't have it, from playing with his, I've learned I cannot type on a touch screen.  Absolutely Can Not.  WTH?  Apparently I have huge man hands.  I aim for a certain letter, I picture myself touching the specific letter, and type 15 other letters instead.  Makes putting directions into the gps app lots of fun.  Poor thing is busy searching for Bsoidflsdjrton, MA. 

So, I need a keyboard.  Because I am an old fogey with huge man hands.  And something with a really good built-in gps because my crackberry only tells me I am somewhere within this circle of 1200 miles, which is very helpful.  I get lost ALL THE TIME and short of having an actual driver, I need a gps app that works well.  Also I'd like to occassionally make phone calls on it, just for the fun of it.

So, ideas?

Where am I?

Oh, hai!  Well, to catch ya'll up... things here are pretty much the same.  Boy 1 is still a teenager, still pushing limits and driving me nuts and oh, hey, let's throw lots of talks about sex and don't do it and don'tyoubringnobabies'roundhere and such.  Boy 2 is now officially a teenager and every once in a while this great roaring bit of attitude comes flying out of his formerly lovely mouth.  ...never should have taught them to talk, either of them...  Still seeing George and fumbling along with that.  Work is busy, Dog is still eating everything in sight, my dad is still here and driving me nuts.

So, yay.

Things with George are going well.  I think.  I mean, when I'm with him, it's perfect.  I'm deliriously happy and things are great and I just want to freeze frame time and stay right there.  Then I pick up the boys and Boy 1 spent the whole ride home quizzing me about what we're doing and what the future holds and what about this and what about that and now holycrap my mind will not shut off and I'm picking and poking and I would like a timeline laying out exactly what we're doing and when thankyouverymuch.

Crazy much?  I seem to pick one issue a week that drives me insane, I obsess about it and if this one thing gets addressed I will be fine and things will be perfect and I bring up the Item of Obsession and we discuss it and things are great and then a little while later another item will pop into my head and stick there until I drive myself completely insane.  Is this normal?  I don't think this is normal...

Also?  In about 8 weeks?  George and I are going away for SEVEN WHOLE DAYS!!! to a lovely little island to visit friends of his, so I need to get my fat ass into shape.  Perferably a shape other than round and squishy.  Because there will be events requiring a swimsuit and I'm thinking muumuu does not equal sexy. 

Easy

Since I've been going to visit George, I now drive the boys to Him and Her's house.  (George, Him and Her live fairly close, but in a different state than I do.  Because that's super convenient!)

I sent Him and Her a text message yesterday, letting them know a deadline came up at work and I'm not sure what time we'll be there on Friday.  I'll still bring the boys to their house, they don't have to move a muscle, but I've no idea what time.  And that I was sorry for the inconvenience.

I got back 7 text messages from Her.  What time did I think I would be there because she was thinking of doing this, but maybe doing that and so on.  I again said I was really sorry, but I had no idea what time it would be.  Could be normal time, could be 11 at night.  She replied "when you say no idea what time, what time do you think that would be around?"  At that point I stopped responding, because how many times can I say the same thing?  And how many times have we changed meeting times last minute because of her work or plans or whatnot?   Lots.  And seriously, all she has to do is go home and wait for them to arrive, they don't have to do any driving.  I got one more text from her, perhaps I could meet up with her somewhere.  (answer? no.  I'm not driving all over the state. I already drive them TO YOUR HOUSE.)

I got back a text message from Him later on.  It said, "no problem."

See how easy that was?

Dropping bombs

You know it's going to be a long day when you get up, open your bedroom door and luckily - LUCKILY! - look down before taking a step.  Because Dog didn't feel well and was obviously trying to get your attention... by throwing up three times in front of your door. 

So I get him to the back door to let him out... and he'd tried that door too.  Only he didn't throw up.  OMG.  I let him out, clean up both messes and then scout out the house to find any other surprises.  The last one made me laugh.  He left a lovely dog bomb in the bathroom, less than a foot from the toilet.  What a good boy, he was trying :).  But so not a good way to start my morning. 

And then?  The minor little snow storm where it was going to be mostly sleet and a little snow?  Is now 8-14 inches of snow.  And George is supposed to come up tonight.  Grrr. 

I'm going to head into work soon and await the third bomb to drop...

Checked out

Do you remember, back in the day, when checks were written?  I mean, all the time, things were paid for with checks.  I remember getting my first checking account at 16, on my own, with my money from my job to pay my bills, and thinking I was pretty cool shit.  And then I quickly learned that being a quasi-adult sucked, in that even with my limited bills, my funds were still less than needed. 

Ahem.  My point was, I used to use checks all the time.  Paying bills, groceries, shopping, all of it was done with checks.  And over time that changed.  I get points on my debit card so I use that all the time now.  I only have two monthly bills that I can't pay online.  I wrote a check yesterday at probably one of the last food establishments on earth that only accepts check or cash. 

And that led to me learning two things.  1?  I went to put in a new book of checks, and realized that the two boxes of duplicate checks I had?  I ordered in July of 2008.  Seriously.

And 2?  That was actually my last check.  As in, I'm out of checks.  And of course, the two bills I have to pay via check, cannot pay online or in person, are due in a couple of days.