Oh holiday weekends. When 3-day weekends approach and everyone is preparing for their 3 consecutive days off, I'm usually preparing for the impending disaster. I do not get 3-day weekends. At least not under normal circumstances. If we're required (like we were this week) to take a Monday or a Friday off, you can bet your bungalow that I'll be coming in over the weekend to make up for the lost time.
I could always not come in and take my vacation like everyone else. I could push all my worries to the side and not think at all about the disaster awaiting me when I return. But then that day will come when I'll have to go back to work and all hell will break loose. I will have four times as much work to do, everyone will be angry, and impatient, and paging me on the over head to remind me of it. I'll end up working my butt off while getting yelled at for things beyond my control and then I'll go home and cry myself to sleep. No thank you. So instead I come in. I work my butt off, and pray that everything will be okay after the holiday.
So Sunday I worked, and worked, and worked some more. Then I went to my Dad's for family fun time.
Dad and TOC spent the past couple of weeks motoring around Italy. They're home now, safe and sound so Sunday (after a long day of work) we all went over to their place for dinner, birthday cake, and TONS of pictures.
It was super cute, and Dad was happy and excited.
He was less excited about my trip, mostly because he's convinced I'm driving out into the wilderness, you know, where there are no trails or roads or maps and it's hotter than the surface of the sun and everything can kill you. No matter how many times I tried to explain that I was NOT going off-road or into anything that could be misconstrued as wilderness, alone or otherwise, he didn't seem to get it. He did feel a little better after I promised to take (and use) his GPS thingy, but the down side of that compromise is that I have to meet him on my lunch break Thursday so we can drive around and Dad can be sure I know how to use it.
I also got the 'bring water' speech several dozen times. "Like, gallons. Not bottles." also popped up a surprising number of times, along with "you don't realize how much water you need to drink just to stay alive..." You know, like I haven't been living in the desert my whole life. And like I'm not regularly out hiking in the summer sun.
Besides, you and I both know, one small water bottle is totally enough for 9 days in the desert, right? ;)
I love my Dad, he's my favorite, and I really do appreciate all the annoying little reminders he's constantly giving me. I love that he cares, and I love that he worries. I really do. I just love it a little less when it's happening.
Song of the day for Sunday is Cherry Coloured Funk.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
I'd never have to see the day again. . .
I'm not really even sure where Saturday went exactly. It was here, and then it wasn't. The hours just slipped through my fingers like sand, I guess. I feel like we might have done a stupid amount of laundry, but I can't really verify that. All I know is that at some point some laundry got done, and at some other point it was Saturday. The two may or may not have overlapped.
I'm mercilessly bored these days. I'm counting down the days until the big fossil trip, and as a result everything between here and there is just an endless shade of boring. I can't go anywhere, or do anything as we are saving all of our pennies. So mostly I'm just sitting on the couch watching the hour hand chase the minute hand around the clock face. It's lame. Uber lame, if you will. And it makes me miss you and all of the ridiculous things we could be discussing while rolling around on the floor in fits of laughter.
Instead, Goose and I are mostly listening to Velvet Underground, waiting for the time to pass, and lamenting the state of things.
Song of the Day for Saturday is After Hours:
1, 2, 3
If you close the door, the night could last forever
Leave the sun shine out and say, "Hello to never"
All the people are dancing and they're havin' such fun
I wish it could happen to me
But if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again
If you close the door, the night could last forever
Leave the wineglass out and drink a toast to never
Oh, someday I know someone will look into my eyes
And say, "Hello, you're my very special one"
But if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again
Dark cloudy bars, shiny Cadillac cars
And the people on subways and trains
Looking grey in the rain as they stand disarrayed
Oh the people will dwell in the dark
And if you close the door, the night could last forever
Leave the sun shine out and say, "Hello to never"
All the people are dancing and they're having such fun
I wish it could happen to me
'Cause if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again
I'd never have to see the day again
Once more
I'd never have to see the day again
I'm mercilessly bored these days. I'm counting down the days until the big fossil trip, and as a result everything between here and there is just an endless shade of boring. I can't go anywhere, or do anything as we are saving all of our pennies. So mostly I'm just sitting on the couch watching the hour hand chase the minute hand around the clock face. It's lame. Uber lame, if you will. And it makes me miss you and all of the ridiculous things we could be discussing while rolling around on the floor in fits of laughter.
Instead, Goose and I are mostly listening to Velvet Underground, waiting for the time to pass, and lamenting the state of things.
Song of the Day for Saturday is After Hours:
1, 2, 3
If you close the door, the night could last forever
Leave the sun shine out and say, "Hello to never"
All the people are dancing and they're havin' such fun
I wish it could happen to me
But if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again
If you close the door, the night could last forever
Leave the wineglass out and drink a toast to never
Oh, someday I know someone will look into my eyes
And say, "Hello, you're my very special one"
But if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again
Dark cloudy bars, shiny Cadillac cars
And the people on subways and trains
Looking grey in the rain as they stand disarrayed
Oh the people will dwell in the dark
And if you close the door, the night could last forever
Leave the sun shine out and say, "Hello to never"
All the people are dancing and they're having such fun
I wish it could happen to me
'Cause if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again
I'd never have to see the day again
Once more
I'd never have to see the day again
This is not how summer should be...
Well the hospital's full. Or hovering dangerously near the bursting-at-the-seams point.
Summer is not supposed to be like this. Census (before the prisoners came, anyway) was dependent entirely on ASU and snowbirds. This meant that while winters were predictably chaotic my summers were lazy and peaceful.
Now, not so much.
(And I want my lazy summers back!) Don't get me wrong. I don't miss the short hours or the constantly getting sent home early and the very very small paychecks, but I do miss having a couple of sweet, sweet weeks a year when I didn't want to just come home and die.
Oh well.
As a result, I've been very busy. And as I'm sure you could have predicted, also very grumpy. Not unreasonably so, but as grumpy as the number of hours I've been forced to work can justify.
I'm planning my trip out and I'm going to need your address again so that I can send you postcards and fossils.
Song of the day for Friday is by The Softies:
If I beg you will you smother me
Just to put me out of my constant misery
This is too much for me to bear
You'd know this too if you ever had been there
I hope you have sweet dreams
And I hope You never leave me
I wander thorugh these empty halls
As the moon casts shadows of just me upon the walls
My time wasted in endless regret
While you sleep away your troubles and forget
I hope you have sweet dreams
And I hope you never leave me
Summer is not supposed to be like this. Census (before the prisoners came, anyway) was dependent entirely on ASU and snowbirds. This meant that while winters were predictably chaotic my summers were lazy and peaceful.
Now, not so much.
(And I want my lazy summers back!) Don't get me wrong. I don't miss the short hours or the constantly getting sent home early and the very very small paychecks, but I do miss having a couple of sweet, sweet weeks a year when I didn't want to just come home and die.
Oh well.
As a result, I've been very busy. And as I'm sure you could have predicted, also very grumpy. Not unreasonably so, but as grumpy as the number of hours I've been forced to work can justify.
I'm planning my trip out and I'm going to need your address again so that I can send you postcards and fossils.
Song of the day for Friday is by The Softies:
If I beg you will you smother me
Just to put me out of my constant misery
This is too much for me to bear
You'd know this too if you ever had been there
I hope you have sweet dreams
And I hope You never leave me
I wander thorugh these empty halls
As the moon casts shadows of just me upon the walls
My time wasted in endless regret
While you sleep away your troubles and forget
I hope you have sweet dreams
And I hope you never leave me
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
And this for Today!
I love you you know, to a ridiculous degree. And I seem to be a little high on that today. Between the cheerleader kicking herself in the face giggle fits and the joyful stomping through my crazy days (through the majesty of song) I'm a little delirious. I NEED you to come home. Just for a few hours okay? We'll roll around on the floor and make fun of ourselves until we can't take it anymore or Goose is forced to kill us. Either way.
Love and stuff.
From us to you.
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