The Neverending Story

I have a cold. Again. I think I picked it up from my little twin nephews, or maybe B and I are just passing it back and forth endlessly. Or can we, perhaps, attribute it to the vast fluctuations in temperature and my packed work schedule?

In any case, B's been dispatched to pick up chicken noodle soup, hot mustard, and Riccola. And I've blown my nose so much that my abdominal muscles are sore.

Christmukah was good. A non-event, really, what with the melding of holidays and the $20 limit that we put on gifts, and some other stuff. 2008 has been such a strange ride.

And that's all I have to say about that.

Think Again, Mom

Last night, I was on the phone with my mom, discussing holiday plans. It was about 8:30 at night, and I explained to her that I had just gotten home from work after a 12 hour day.

"Oh," she said, "is [B] making dinner?"

I replied that he was, and she was extremely impressed, because B really doesn't cook that much (read: left to his own devices, he eats cereal for most meals).

Little did she know we had Mac n' Cheese with a side of red wine for dinner.

Tip Of The Day

Don't attempt to eat soup with a fork.

Carry on.

Snippets

- We finally received our marriage license, so now I can officially change my personal name. And officially confuse myself even more.

- My office is having a client holiday party on Friday. Which means that I will at work from 9-10: setting up, transporting supplies, organizing gifts, and getting down like James Brown.

- B has suggested that, due to the above, I am Sheila E. (Bonus points for you if you get the reference.)

- I ordered MBT Kaya shoes online. They are supposed to improve circulation, posture, and muscle tone. I think I'll probably just fall down a lot more.

- I have "advanced tendonitis" in my left knee. Translation: I'm old.

Life's Not Fair

Along time ago (2001), in a galaxy far, far away (Central New Jersey), I was engaged to an *sshole. Of course, at the time, I didn't recognize that he was an *sshole, but hey, hindsight is 20/20, isn't it?

I guess I was a whole lot more gullible at that point in my life, and so I lent said *sshole quite a bit of money. And now, 6 years later, I am in a protracted legal battle to get it back.

Tell me exactly how someone gets away with a blatant disregard for the law? Or how financially irresponsible you have to be to sell 3 buldings at a huge net profit, and still be on the verge of bankruptcy?

Or how it is that this *sshole owns his own home, while I'm living paycheck to paycheck, and cutting out non-essentials like, say, taking taxicabs or buying new clothing for work?

It's enough to make you completely bitter. Or give you an extended case of heartburn.

Things Can Only Get Better

It must be emblamatic of the amount of sh*t that is going on right now that I can't even remember how to sign my name.

My last name changed in one life (personal) but not in the other (professional) and I haven't mastered either signature at this point - even after signing my (personal) name for the past, um, 30-something-ish years.

I think my brain/hand coordination is telling me that I don't know who I am.