For the last time...

From the wonder that is Random Acts of Journaling. When was the last time you... ...laughed? I'm sure sometime today, I generally laugh at least a little every day. The last time I was laughing so hard it hurt to try and stop? Sadly, I'm not sure. I need more "get together and laugh until we nearly wet ourselves" friends around here. ...cried? For the past few days, I've felt on the verge of it for no apparent reason. Really cried? I'm not sure on that either. *sigh* I'm an emotional amnesiac. ...drank too much? Monday at work. First I went and got coffee, then co-worker number 2 went (she'd been gone when I went) and brought back coffee. I can only take so much coffee before I need to run to the bathroom. Um, I know, that's probably not what the question meant, but my mom and dad can read this! Okay, last time I really "drank" too much? Two years ago, my big scrapbooking weekend away. It always conincides with the weekend of Rowan's dance recital (so, yes, last weekend was this year's event). That year, the event was here in Worcester and the recital was Saturday night - so I left for a while for the recital - and missed dinner. We went out afterwards, but I only had ice cream. Went back to the event, later that evening the friends I was with and I went to the bar, which would shortly be closing. I drank two drinks in close approximation, and felt like crap the next day. To the point that I had to go HOME and sleep for a bit before I could face the day. Two drinks. Two years ago. Boy, I'm a party animal, aren't I?! ...wrote a real letter? Last summer. Though I did write in book form to Hessie more recently. Anyhow, wrote a long letter to a camp friend from the high school years with whom I've lost touch. I didn't get an answer. *sniff* So, Jen Cooney, if you're out there reading this - write back, dammit. ;) Oh, you, too, Hessie! ...got mad? Every. Freaking. Day. I have no temper. Or too much temper, depending how you look at it. I usually manage to squelch it, but it's there. ...yelled at someone/something? I'm sure I yelled at Rowan at least once today. At least by her standards (any raising of the voice is yelling). Oh, and I stopped just short of the k in The F Word this morning when I was trying to iron a pair of pants in less than one minute and the stupid @*(@)_$# ironing board cover kept falling off the board. ...kissed someone? Gary and Rowan both, today. ...hugged someone? Ditto. ...lied? By omission? Yesterday (and it wasn't even to protect myself!). Told a full out lie? I really don't remember. ...did something nice for someone? Someone actually called me at work today, about 10 minutes after I'd spoken to him and gave him a piece of information he'd spent a few hours looking for, making tons of phone calls. He thanked me profusely for being the one person who'd actually helped. Does that count? ...went on a date? What is this "date" thing you speak of? ...had (or went to) a party? Par...ty? Well, the scrapbooking weekend mentioned above probably could count. I've been to several kid birthday parties in the past few years. The wedding of the gay couple at our church on May 17th was pretty party like. Any of those count? ...loved someone (or something) so much it scared you? Yes, I worry many times about how much it would hurt if anything seriously bad happens to Rowan, or - to a somewhat lesser degree - Gary. ...did something you didn't want to do? I got up this morning. I did the duty of my job I hate the most today (part of the day). ...gave up on something (or someone) No idea. I'm giving up trying to remember. In other news, we found the source of the flies. It is not via a portal to hell, it is via a portal into a garbage bag. I made the mistake of cleaning up after the stupid ass slobs who throw their stupid ass garbage into our stupid ass (oh, wait, I like these) hedges. I went around, picking stuff up, put it in a garbage bag, and brought that inside until garbage day - it wasn't full, so I was going to add more from inside. I left it with the top twisted, but not tied, near the door. So, last night Gary's going around with the vacuuming, sucking flies up off the wall and ceiling in the pantry (it's kind of amusing to watch them get sucked up mid-air). And Rowan suddenly screams and points. And there, in the garbage bag with the outside other people's crap garbage, we can see through the plastic bag, flies crawling all over the inside. Ugh. Next time, I just pushing the crap into the road. Or maybe into the evil neighbors' yard. ;)

My brain, it's melting!

Goodness, it's amazing how quickly we forget how miserable the summer can be. Or maybe that's just me. I'm dying here, but am too lazy to drag out the big old air conditioner just to turn on the fan part (and our portable fan seems to have been portabled right out of where I thought it was...). Our house has flies. We can't figure out how they got in, there is nothing they seem to be living on.... they started out in the (closed) sunroom, with no apparent food sources. So, either something is dead somewhere, there's some hole somewhere to let them in, or our sunroom is a portal to Hell. Wait, maybe I just saw the Amityville Horror House movie too many times. Work is insanely busy, but I guess that's par for the course at this time of year. Rowan related stuff is insanely busy, but I guess that's par for the course at this time of year. Her dance recital was Sunday, and she was GOOD this year. She actually knew what she was doing, not watching off the stage for the teacher or watching the kids next to her. She got to practice for a few days at home with the video we made at the dress rehearsal, which really did help, too. I'm busy preparing for her to change schools next year - talk about a load and a half of paperwork. I feel as if I need to include a vial or two of blood in there at this point. I ... I am too hot to think straight. IF this is any sign, it's going to be one hell of a long summer. I just hope all the flies we vacuumed up tonight (I can't bring myself to put up fly paper in my house - how tacky does THAT look?) are the last of them! If not, and if you don't hear from us for a while, the door to Hell must've opened up and swallowed us.