Going Secretarial...

I'm armpit deep in paper work at work and it sucks.
It's stressing me out.
Then I come home to what should be my relaxing time, and find that I'm again, armpit deep in keyboard work for my other "job" and it sucks.
It's stressing me out.

Then I go to bed and what should be my sleeping time, becomes my me time and I wind up watching reality TV and yanno what, I don't give a rats ass what other critics say...reality TV does NOT SUCK!! LOL
It's NOT stressing me out!!

I LOVE Tori & Dean - (Tori's relationship with her Mom reminds me of where mine seems be headed with my own) I LOVE Holmes on Holmes (always great to see the outcome of a tear down) and I LOVE Til Debt do us Part (I swear I will learn to budget from Gail) ..oh and The Biggest Loser is another favorite except I think I'm watching reruns from at least 3 seasons ago.

Good old boob tube...about the only thing that's not stressing me out these days.

So.....I'm excited, pensive and hopeful. We go to see the house in WF tomorrow which is cool...uh huh...but what is cooler still, is that the woman who put in the low ball offer (a woman after my own heart obviously) on our house, is coming back tomorrow to see our house....and our realtor expects another offer to come with the viewing....keep your fingers crossed ladies and gents...that Merv is up there working out some sort of life plan for all of us, but most especially for Riley. We're doing what we do for that Gomie of ours...and we're not sure what's right. I really need Merv's guidance on this one....and although I can hear some of his random thoughts....."What's your hurry?" or "Where's your money tree seeds?" I just can't hear what it is he'd really guide me towards this time......I guess I just need to let him steer me...Rocklyn had felt so right, but after all this time with nothing happening...something must not be.

Mike reminded me tonight of how he had despised his parents for moving from the beach to Rocklyn...how he had hated everything about the move...until he found me and that if they had not moved there and uprooted him, we wouldn't be together today. . . therefore, perhaps the reason that my Dad always insisted that I get my Jeep serviced in WF? Maybe he knew I would continue to trust Jamie (my mechanic) and Jamie would continue to treat me with respect and honesty...and that one day, I would find the perfect place for my family??? Or is this all bullshit?? LOL

Dad taught me patience. I'm not good at it. He taught me that things that are going to happen, just do. Whether or not you stay up all night and worry about something, there's not a damn thing that will change the outcome.

The dog, the car, the house, Aunt Wilda, JoJos Jim, the $, and the beard.

THE DOG may or may not have got stung by a bee, but either way wound up on an emergency trip to the vet yet again as he nearly went into anaphalytic shock yesterday. Mike was a mess. He loves his poor luppy puppy so very much. Emerson is much better today.

THE CAR konked out on the road while Mike had the dog loaded in it on the way to the emergency trip to the vet. He thinks it is the alternator, but right now is not going to put anymore money into it. It breaks his heart (I think) because part of his identity lies in the "green machine"....but it's time to move on....Mom is offering up the mini-van.
Wouldn't Dad be doing flips if he knew that not only were there emergency trips by ME to get our DOG to the vet, but that I was considering allowing a MINIVAN in our driveway and moving to the COUNTRY???

THE HOUSE still has not sold, but tonight while getting my jeep serviced by Jamie in the Falls, I noticed a for sale sign on a quaint brick and gingerbread house across the road. Came home and researched it. The price is right, location is good, inside seems roomy, etc. I've emailed Bob, and if possible will try to get a gander at it this weekend and perhaps see about an offer. Maybe this is why Merv hasn't been helping us out?! Maybe he has a plan for us?! Maybe the plan wasn't to be in Rocklyn but to be across from my mechanic? So that Riles could apprentice, be close to nature, and the Falls (fishing, hunting, etc). Mike and I would be half way between our jobs, both of us could carpool with others from there. We wouldn't be across from the crazy in-laws. I don't know....Merv...whatcha saying?????

AUNT WILDA came home from the hospital today. Useless nurses at the Meaford hospital didn't even offer to wheel my 80 year old aunt to the car and worse still, told her, to tell her Dr. that they weren't taking more of her blood because it was a waste of their time. My other aunt, is filing a complaint as she stood and listened to them all arguing over their break times instead of getting the wheelchair as requested by Dr. Wong. Ridiculous.....

JOJO's JIM is sick....and that worries me. Her blog made me cry.

$ - I need some.

THE BEARD - Well, Mike finally shaved. He figured with all the bad luck circling us, that perhaps it could only bring us good luck if he shaved. I hope he's right....we need all the luck we can get.

I must remember to ask Eric to kiss the blarney stone...