So, here we are at Wednesday. Middle of the week. Hump day.
And here I am. And there you are.
The depth of my observations today is frightening, no?
So, I know it's been a while since a real update. I'm kinda pushing myself to write this one, because really, I just wanna curl up in a ball and go to sleep. And I don't have time for that crap.
So, let me start this off with some...Administrivia:
Welcome to lacousteau
, an old and dear friend from college who has consistently been one of the few people I respect and fear. It's that "Joisey/Lawng Ise-land" dynamic. Me:
I think I may have finally kicked the congestion that has been migrating between my sinuses and chest. ::knocks on wood:: Dealing with this since New Year's has been what can best be described as a royal pain in the ass. Simultaneously looking forward to and not looking forward to tomorrows interview with Capstone. On the one hand, I'll probably never have an easier interview to pass. But I still hate interviews. Always have, always will. It's an outgrowth of my self image/self esteem issues, I'm sure, and just one of those things that I deal with. Otherwise not doing badly. Family: mousecat0
is picking up temp work here and there, but nothing long term. There's still a potential for good news on the job front, and some few of you know about it. But until things become more solid, we aren't going into a whole lot o' detail. The kids are doing well with school, generally speaking. B.'s birthday is coming up soon, as is the Green & Gold dinner (note to self: When is it?) for her Scout troop. For her birthday, we're having a sleepover for some of her friends. My strategy? I'll be in the Dining room with the laptop and my headset half on playing WoW. I'm not gonna wanna listen to whatever unholy mish-mash of High School Musical\Jonas Brothers\Miley Cyrus\other-annoying-pseudo-Disney-crap-
aimed-at-pre-teens that I'm sure will be infesting the dining room, but I can't bloody well leave them unsupervised, right? I mean, sure, mousecat0
will be there as well, but I can't be totally oblivious.
Well, OK, I have been in the past. But I mean intentionally so.
F., if he's smart, will hide in his room while the girls are here. Lord above only know what they'll do to him. I am, however, allowing him to pick the toppings on one of the pizzas. Other than that, his big thing coming up is the Pinewood Derby race later in March. I still have my old Pinewood Derby car; we're going to start working on it soon.Work:
Nothing new here. Big thing for everyone right now is the Job fair tomorrow. #1 question being asked: Are you going on Thursday? My answer has been: Yes, unless I hit the lottery.Stuff we've done/are doing:
Well, A week or so ago I introduced the kids to the Reiner Knizia Lord of the Rings boardgame
. It was their first time with a cooperative boardgame. I'm happy to say that we won, although it was fairly close. We all had a blast with it.
Introduced both kids to the joy that is watching The Blob
. Although I love the movie, there's part of me that just wants to scream "Get some fruit cocktail, whipped cream, and spoons, you doofuses!"
Been catching up on Heroes on DVD, as well as periodic episodes of Supernatural.
Idol has started again. Since I live with two people who love watching it, I can't really escape from it short of leaving the condo. So, I attempt to ignore it as much as possible while losing myself in World of Warcraft. But there's one thing I have noticed this year: For a show that is allegedly about singing/performing, there sure is a lot of time wasted on maudlin, melodramatic bullshit that has abso-fucking-lutely nothing to do with music. I had thought that this crapfest couldn't get worse. I was wrong.Warcrack:( This one goes behind a cut )Future:
Only major thing that I can think of that is coming up is our trip to NJ in a week and a half or so for a combination bowling/birthday party. Balticon may be day tripped if the money is there. O wait, there's a gaming con in Aberdeen, Game Con
, in April that I may go to.
Sadly, no Origins this year. Such is life.
OK, time for me to wrap this up, do my timesheets, and make like a shepherd and get the flock outta here.
Remember, you woke up on the correct side of the grass this morning. By definition, that makes it a good day.