the four-five-nine

holyshit!
so, i struggled through the post from my phone earlier.
my net has been fucked up for almost two weeks - something with the fiber optic or something. i just let it go, knowing that my across-the-street neighbor had already reported her issue and they said something was damaged.
since then, i've just put up my laptop and relied heavily on my no-so-smart phone.

but then i struggled to type the last post - able to get a cursor in the title box but nowhere in the body box. and could most certainly comment like a champ, but from my not-so-smart phone, it just sucked ass.

then i came up with the grand idea to fire up my laptop and write something in n0tepad to upload in the morning when i go to mom's to scam her wireless to do some web work.

but then i notice that i've got my little blue mushroom thing on my connection icon that is identifying MY router and not some 'unknown connection' that never connected.

and BAM! here i am. finally!

it sorta feels good to be sitting in bed, laptop where it's supposed to be (in my lap, in case you couldn't figure that one out), and my bulld0g by my side snoring like a champ.
this movie is on the tv and i love it even though it's been edited to a totally different movie just about (you know - formatted for tv with time and content).

i've been drinking a lot of orange gat0rade at work. not just the orange colored one but 'orange' flavor. to me, that's the only flavor g'ade out there.
i think it's staining my teeth.
i don't think it's supposed to do that.

work is work. lots of canvas stretching and glass cutting and texturing and framing. i'm pretty much the only person that stretches canvas any more. the kid that used to got fired two weeks ago so it sorta fell on me.
but really, that's fine. i need the hours - they want me there full time anyway.
and both big bosses have said "she's just such an asset in the shop."

now it's time to ask for a raise.
especially if i'm such an asset and they want me 40 hours and it's taking away from my online class which is prolonging my career and full time means that i'm not contract which means taxes will be deducted.....
one leads to another and to another and with no punctuation, i bet that drives you nuts, A.
heh...

last week was strange.
baby girl was with her dad for the week to visit before school started. it was just the animals and me. i'd get up early, drink some coffee, do the routine, and go to work.
i'd come home, drink some coffee, eat a little something, do the bare minimum of a routine, and go to sleep.
i think i was asleep every evening by 6:30. i'd wake up every now and then to catch the score of the baseball games, put the dogs out (especially big girl's dog that i still have - a story in itself), and go back to bed.

but i could do that. i didn't have baby girl so i was on my own routine, meshed with the dog routine. and it was nice.

but because i could do that, i also am playing catch up this week doing all the things i should have done last week.

last friday, i had new windows installed. they did the entire house except for my bedroom and the girls bathroom (that window was on back order. how does that happen when they supposedly 'made' my windows in the 4 weeks between the measuring and the installing?).
they had to come back monday to finish the job. and it rained all goddammed day monday. great day to install windows, eh?
baby girl had her 'teacher meet and greet' monday afternoon so she stayed with my mom while i was at work. mom and baby girl met the window guys for the job completion late morning (even tho it's not complete - they didn't hook the security system sensors back up on any of the new windows, the jackwag0ns).
i hate hate HATE for my mother to be in my house when i'm not home. she's worse than a babysitter looking for liquor or drugs to scam. she goes through absolutely EVERYTHING at least twice.
i got chastised for the stack of newspapers out the garage door awaiting to be recycled. ok - so it was two months worth of papers. shut up, mom. at least the pile is neat and ready to be taken to the curb whenever i get the gumption to do it.
or the pile falls over. whichever happens first..
i got lectured on the condition of my yard and the mess the animals have made it. ok - so the cats have a particular wicker chair they like to sharpen their claws on. i can't get rid of the only place the cats sharpen their claws because then they will find something else to claw and i don't want that to happen. i like the fact that they limit their claw sharpening to one piece of furniture and it's wicker rather than upholstery. and ok - so i have a bulld0g that carries everything i ever touched out in the yard and a pup (that needs to go live somewhere else) that is still learning the fine art of pissing in the yard and not the brick patio, which has lead to the constant presence of the hose through the dog door and across the screen porch.

and you know what, mom? while i certainly appreciate the fact that you and my step dad have given me such a wonderful house to live in through my estate trust, and through that trust i've been able to put a new roof on the house, have all new duct work through the house and a new return installed on the other end of the house, and the windows - oh the glorious double paned windows!
but it's my goddammed house and as unorganized and dysfuntional as it may seem to an outsider, it's my goddammed house that functions rather well here lately.

and mom.... edie told me you went through everything. my closet, my drawers, behind my tv in the bedroom, through my desk....
good thing i know you well and anticipated that, mom.

big girl's dog. yes, she's still here.
originally, i brought the pup home because she needed to go to the vet and big girl was planning on moving home.
in the week and a half i had her, crate training her and attempting to teach her to piss outside and not on my wood floor, was absolute misery. this dog put out more urine than she took in and it was constant. twice an hour constant, huge puddles on the floor like it was her first piss of the day.
all.
the.
time.

the dog had a bacterial infection in her bladder. she's on the end of week two of four weeks of antibiotics, with a urine test every week til she's been off the meds a week.
there's no way that big girl would have wanted to deal with that - especially after big girl visiting for a week and doing absolutely NOTHING for the pup the whole week.

being the good mom and animal lover i am, i'm doing the duty of getting the pup healthy.
and that won't happen soon enough so i can be back to my two dog house.
three dogs is just too much. especially when one is a 4 month old pup.

we still have the kitten that baby girl and i found at the grocery store. lil'stirfry is an absolute sweetheart and only wants to be inside with us.
but i don't trust that junkyard cat in the house.
and i refuse to have a shit box for her or any cat. i might have given one secluded part of the counter in the kitchen for the big cats to eat, but i won't have a box of shit for the dogs to snack out of.
not.
at.
all.

it's 1:30 in the AM.
i need to get some rest so i can survive another 8 hour day in the sweat box called work (ya, no A/C in the warehouse - just fans that circulate the hot, steamy air) and have the energy to go to the baseball game tomorrow night. it's another match up with the b00s0x and quite a pivotal series, indeed. this weekend can make or break my team.
and this may be the last game i get to attend for the season. that fact brings a tear to my eye.
but i have gone to 6 games so far this season and that is much better than the 3 i went to last year. but nothing compares to the 23 home games i attended a few years ago.

gawd. if i could see dave.matthews.band 23 times before i die........
seems like i'm so far from that number with 7.
and with them not touring next year... oy'vay.

sigh.

now that i have net at home again, this rocks!
how i've missed you so <3

you, too, A.
heh..

really - do i write for anyone but you, A?

shit. i suck.
i totally forgot that my friend from SD finally synched her phone to this page.
i'm sorry, Sam. i just keep thinking about passing out on that bed and wishing i would have missed my flight. another ride on the ferris wheel of death would have been awesome.
but i toally would have been your c0ck-bl0ck that night. heh...

sleep now.