I worked for eleven hours yesterday.
I will likely work for 10 today.
Tomorrow, I’m getting Boo catheterized (to determined his possible pee-status) and similarly getting the oil changed in our CR-V.
Then, a long weekend at a cabin with friends.
I cannot wait for it. Cannot WAIT.
Posted 25 Aug 2008 — by Mrs. Jenna
It was a year ago today that I was made the happiest girl – the second time in a month. A few weeks after I got married, my favorite band on the planet played at my favorite venue on the planet.
Queens of the Stone Age at First Avenue in the MPLS.
It was a day sent from God, if there is one.
I was a giddy little schoolgirl. My friend A and I had tickets – later, the hubs got a ticket (as did a couple other folks) to join. A and I squeeled for like, 2 hours during the show. Mind you, we had just seen them the night before at Alpine Valley when they opened for Rage Against the Machine. It didn’t matter. I was so close. SO close. The photo above was taken from where I was sitting at First Ave (for those in the know, I was sitting on the ledge – best seat in the house if you ask me).
Nothing will top that concert. I will see a lot of good shows in my day. I have seen a lot – including Radiohead at Alpine Valley, David Bowie, the Pixies – they all are awesome. But in my own music review website called my brain – this will be number one.
In my little cube in corporate America, I have the poster from that show to remind me that I was there. It makes me happy.
After reading today’s installment of my new favorite blog Dooce (see link on the left), it made me ponder all the things the hubs and I have been through in the six years we’ve been together.
Thirteen weddings – Fourteen if you count ours.
Five family cancer diagnoses.
A stolen car.
A totaled car.
Bought a car.
Bought a house.
Visited California, Seattle (twice), Las Vegas, Hawaii, Costa Rica, and countless trips to Wisconsin and Illinois.
Two (or three?) layoffs and the acquisition of a dream job.
It’s a whole lot. I’m sure I’m leaving some stuff out. But, it’s a lot.
I’m just reminiscent after our awesome time at the fair yesterday. I’ll have to scan and post our annual photobooth picture. It’s so cool to know that when you’ve made a decision to spend the rest of your life annoying the crap out of the same person every day that you can go through that laundry list of events above and still have fun counting douchebags during a gorgeous day at the fair. (Official count was somewhere around 34.)
Not what I wore while cleaning.
Four hours of non-stop house cleaning and my abode is ready for a parental pop-in.
I vacuumed, mopped, straightened, dusted, arranged flowers, did dishes. I should have taken some pictures. Something tells me once I get home from work in a few hours that the husband will have somehow undone some of my hard work.
The parents will be here in about 7 hours.
Things I have to do before they get here:
Take kitties to the vet to get cathader-ized. (Pee-ers begone!)
Go to grocery store.
Go to home improvement store.
Clean bathroom – again (I can only assume).
Drink copious amounts of wine.
I’m in a surprisingly good mood today. Probably because I woke up to a home worthy of a spread in some home magazine. Certainly not Domino. Maybe Better Homes & Gardens if they had a sloppy 20-somethings issue.
…from losing my mind to update my blog. Martini’s been on my case.
This week has been retarded. And I’m not apologizing for using that word. It has been nothing short of RETARDED. It’s already Thursday. I have no effing clue where the week went. This is problematic since I have 9,358 things to get done before noon tomorrow and no time to do it. Mostly work stuff. House is in shambles. Laundry needs to be done. Yard needs tending. Cat(s) have decided to ruin our lives by peeing in places in the basement that don’t include their litter box. Carpets have been torn out.
I feel lightheaded and craptastic today. I would love to go home but our internet at home has been less than spectacular.
My parents will be in town in about 28 hours. I’m looking forward to this, but feel as though I will not get my house in the shape it needs to be in for a parental visit. Especially since our entire basement reeks of cat urine.
God help me.