29 July 2012

Yet another milestone.

The trip to the farm with The Boy I Currently Like to meet the family was a complete success. He was as calm and relaxed as I've ever seen him in a situation I put him into. I didn't ask why he wasn't nervous. I guess it doesn't matter. 

What really matters is that it's over and done and I don't have to worry about him meeting my family ever again. That it went well is icing on the cake.

The puppy was the first to greet us; that might have helped. We had a good dinner, lots of stories and a huge fucking bonfire that had me concerned we were gonna have to call the fire department. That would have made for a delightful "meeting the family" story, no? 


I'm glad it's over and I'm glad it went well. I think my family quite liked him. My mom seems to be under some sort of impression that his positive response to her and dad saying, "Come back again soon," means that he will somehow get me to come home more often. 

Regardless, he now has a taste of what hanging out with my family is like. He'll be better prepared for the family wedding next month. But before that, it's my turn to meet some of his family members in a few weeks. Thankfully, there's enough stuff going on in the weeks between that I'm not nervous about it yet. 

27 July 2012

Should I be nervous?

So, tomorrow I bring The Boy I Currently Like to the farm. I did it not that long ago; but it was to watch the dog while the 'rents were out of town. There was no family to meet.

However, my brother showed up and I was absolutely convinced it was some sort of conspiracy. They told me otherwise on the family vacation. But hey -- there's nothing wrong with a little paranoia. Or healthy scepticism. Right? RIGHT?

Anyway, The Boy will be meeting the rest of the immediate fam tomorrow. It's mostly in an effort to make sure he knows at least some people when we go to my step-cousin's wedding next month.

But also, it feels kind of inevitable at this point. Maybe it should feel like a Big Deal -- I mean, he's meeting my family. At this point, though, it really just feels like something we need to get out of the way. It's not like we're moving in together soon or getting married. Lord no. It's just ... he's a pretty significant part of my life and my family is, as well. How long could I keep the two separate?

I hope it's not horrible for him. There have been so many times over the past months and maybe even years that I have been in something of a panic about him meeting my family. But at this point ... I'm not even really sure it's that huge of a deal. I mean, it is a big deal. But I'm trying not to make a big deal out of it.

Mostly, we get to play with the dog and have other people pay for our food. Not to shabby, right.


24 July 2012

Repeating myself.

I was going to write a short post about an unattended hair dryer at the gym tonight, but I already Tweeted about it and posted it on Facebook. So, I kinda feel like a blog post would be overkill.

Yoga was awesome, though. So I got that going for me.

23 July 2012

What is wrong with you people?

This isn't about Michele Bachmann's neo-McCarthyism. Nor is it about the massacre in Aurora. Or the people who think the perpetrator's right to own an assault rifle is far more important than the rights of the victims to have health insurance. It's not about the fact that the late Sally Ride died without being able to marry her partner of 27 years.

Nope. It's petty. It's lame. Maybe all of that built up or maybe I just fucking suck. But I fucking lost my shit at the gym tonight when I realized that bright green spot on The Boy I Currently Like's book was not highlighter, but gum some goddamn motherfucking dickweed left in the book holder of the elliptical machine I was using.

Why would you do that? He or she didn't even bother to wrap it up -- just hid it in there for someone else to find. It fucking boggles my mind.

I was so angry, I wanted to punch someone in the throat. I wanted to knock over equipment. Is it petty? I don't know. Wait. It's totally petty. But I don't care. I was going to say it's something I can do something about. But it's not. I don't think I can become some kind of gum vigilante.

Regardless, by the time I got to the grocery store, I felt utterly defeated by humanity. Now I'm just exhausted. And it's only Monday. Yay.

22 July 2012

I did it!

Not only did I make it through last week working no more than nine hours a day, I got through this weekend without working a lick. I'm pretty fucking proud of myself. Shit, I even went out on a whim last night. Granted, I just walked up the street and got drunk with Macho Man. But I did it. 

Unfortunately, I received a call at 7:52 this morning that woke my mildly hungover ass up. I almost didn't answer, but the area code was the same as my parents', so I panicked a bit. There was nothing to worry about; in fact, it was reason to celebrate. Urbanwanderlust had gone to the hospital to have her wee baby. It was time for me to hang out with three CORGI!s. 

Long story short, it was a false alarm. However, I got a couple hours of dog time. Also, I'm more prepared for when the real thing happens. I anticipate that being this week, so I'm on notice. 

I managed to get a pretty darn good cardio workout in, despite being tired and waking up hungover. Got my laundry done and now even cooking and dishes are done. Sunday success! The cooking wasn't much of anything. I just roasted a bunch of vegetables to use in various applications throughout the week. 

My laundry's not yet put away and I could have done a lot of other stuff this weekend, including cleaning this fucking pig sty, but Jebus, this is my first no-work, no-obligation weekend in for-fucking-ever. I remember what this used to be like. It's delightful!

The goal for the upcoming week remains the same -- no more than nine hours of work per day and getting in a good workout through Thursday at least. Oh no, wait! I can go to the gym Friday after work, too, because I'm going to the farm Saturday. 

And The Boy I Currently Like is coming with me. Dun-dun-duuuun

*insert cliffhanger here*  

19 July 2012

This is harder than I thought.

I figured with my working only eight hours a day this week, I'd have plenty of time for blogging.

However, I don't have a whole lot to say. Also, time really gets away from me. After work, the gym, errands, cooking and other stuff ...

I'm hoping I can do done fun stuff this weekend. The idea of cleaning my apartment just  makes me tired and sad. I'd much rather go out and do something. But I don't know who is around or what there might be to do. Oh well.

17 July 2012

Housekeeping.

Some time ago, I removed word verification from commenting for the blog. I'd seen people on the Twitters bitching about it, so I thought, "Hey -- I'll do what I can to help you out."

Since then, I've been getting ASSLOADS of spam comments. Yesterday, I deleted nearly 700 of them. SEVEN HUNDRED! As far as I know, they weren't showing up on the blog. I get e-mail notifications, however. The vast majority of my e-mail over the past several weeks (or few months, I really cannot remember) has been notifications of spam comments from Anonymous.

I had a dilemma -- put the Word verification back? Allow commenting only for registered users? Leave it as is? Well, the last one wasn't gonna happen. And as much as I sometimes enjoy the "words" that pop up, I know word verification is a pain in the ass. So, I'm opting for only allowing comments from registered users. I've completely ignored any and all anonymous comments for a while now, anyway. I just assume they're all spam. (Oddly, the spam comments tend to be on just a handful of posts -- all of them old).

Sorry Barbara. You're going to have to get some sort of ID. Sorry anonymous people who want to talk shit to me in the comments. You'll have to ... make up fake accounts or something. Though, that really seems like entirely too much work.

Then again, comments have been few and far between for quite some time now. I assume much of the blame for that is squarely on my non-blogging/only-blogging-to-complain-about-work shoulders. I'm really going to try to do better. I'm hoping if I get my life back, I'll have stuff to write about.

(I fully realize I could have left things as-is and continued to delete all the spam comment e-mail notifications. But getting e-mail that's for me makes me happy. Sure, it could be a sale notification or something like that, but it might be an e-mail from a friend. When I know the chances of that are slim to none, that it will almost certainly be a notification of a spam blog comment, it just makes me fucking sad. I could have turned off e-mail notification of comments, too, of course. I'd never know if there were comments, then, though. I'd show up to respond six months late. You don't want that. I don't want that. So, here we are.)

16 July 2012

Look at me go!

I'm blogging two nights in a row! I made a pact with myself to try my best to work only 40 hours this week. Of course, I made that deal with myself forgetting that I worked several hours yesterday.

But that doesn't matter. I can still work only eight hours each day this week. Or I can try to do that. Rome wasn't built in a day or anything, right?

Our billable time figures came out last week and I noticed for the first time that I have more billable hours than anyone on my team. Save for one person within 15 hours of me, the next closest is more than 100 hours behind me. That shit is fucked up. I have less vacation time than most people, of course. And many of them could have tons of non-billable time. But still. And I have plenty of non-billable time, too.

My original thought was to try to make this my new thing, but when a bunch of vacation notices popped up in my e-mail today, I realized that might not be possible. I'm going to start with working normal hours when we're at "full" staffing levels. You've gotta start somewhere, right?

I'm going to get my damn life back. I can do it! Go Jess! Whoooooooooooooo!

There's not been even a hint of a desire in my mind to log in and check my e-mail. Fuck that. I went to the gym and did a full workout (I had to bike instead of do the elliptical because there were waiting lines for the cardio equipment ... fucking summer. You're just as bad as winter!). Went to the grocery store, did dishes, showered leisurely and now I'm blogging and watching The Daily Show.

I remember what this is like. It's nice. Maybe I can clean my apartment this weekend... Dare to dream, Jess. Dare to dream.

15 July 2012

Vacation: All I ever wanted.

Even if it was a family vacation. I am going to go on record and say it was the best family vacation ever. No real fighting or even much snarkiness. Mom got a touch testy when I wouldn't put the shock collar on the dog, but I'd rather be frustrated by her (the dog) than hurt her in any way.

Having the dog there was so awesome. I thought she was awfully good, considering she's a seven-month-old puppy who has never been away from home before. She didn't go too far away when we were outside and left her to her own devices. She only peed in the house once, and that was when she saw me (I'd warned Dad that she does that whenever I first greet and pet her). It was just on the rug. She ended up loving the water -- she even jumped off the pontoon! It was pretty awesome.

Really, though, that was about it. I was as shocked as anyone else that we all got along just fine and everyone had fun. My brother thinks we should do a week next year, but I think maybe four or five days would be better. I mean, there's gonna be a baby next year.

I finally feel like I'm settling back in after going to Wisconsin for a wedding, then back for Girls' Weekend the following weekend and then turning around just more than 48 hours later and going for the family vacay. My apartment is still a horrible fucking mess, but I'm slowly getting things back to where they should be. All the laundry is done, so there's that.

Of course, I had to work once I got back. Fortunately, I had no internet at the cabin, so I couldn't do any work while I was away. I wouldn't have gotten to read as much or spend as much quality time with Sadie, either. The drive home, though, knowing I had to work pretty much as soon as I got home was so incredibly depressing. Leaving the dog didn't help any.

But I persevered. I didn't work too terribly much -- no more than a half day each day (okay, five hours on Friday). I hung out with The Boy I Currently Like (we rescued a dog named Lizzy who had escaped her home a couple streets over!). I even cooked tonight! I made chocolate zucchini bread and zucchini jam. I assume the former is good and the latter is shockingly delicious. I still have leftover stuff from both vacations to eat, so I didn't want to go making anything crazy tonight for lunch this week.

This fucking piece of shit Blogger isn't uploading my goddamn dog pictures. FUCK YOU, BLOGGER. 



08 July 2012

Work break.

Well, this is something altogether different.

I returned this afternoon from Girls' Weekend 2K12 -- my annual pilgrimage to a lake cabin with, well, the girls. It was just what the doctor ordered -- drinking, eating and floating on a lake. Also, petting dogs.

Oh sure, there were some hiccups. Like the pontoon battery dying and four of us having to tow the pontoon back to the doc. But hey -- it ended up being a really great cardio workout.

Now, I'm back to work for two days (plus the half day I put in today when I returned), and then I head back to the same-ish part of Wisconsin for some family cabin time. I'm not even fully unpacking. I kinda like that.

The big projects are (temporarily) finished at work, so now we have time to catch up. I was doing work today with a due date of July 3. And it's not even all finished yet. Thankfully (?), we'll be back on Friday, so I can spend my whole weekend trying to catch up on work. Whoo!


04 July 2012

Floppy hats and slip-on shoes.

Those are the things of my dreams and the upcoming weekend. That's what's getting me through working on the fucking Fourth of July.

I'm pretty sure I've written a post mentioning working on Independence Day at least the previous two years. What the fuck? Oh God.

Here it is, 10:45 and I don't have the energy to do anything I should be doing. I cleaned my bathroom and did some of my dishes, I guess. I ran some errands and hit the gym (for 30 minutes of cardio ... fuck, it was uncomfortable in there). So, I guess I did okay today?

In theory, I only have three days of work between now and the end of next week. It sounds amazing and heavenly. I can only hope it comes true.

Besides, I could be doing more stuff around here, but despite the fact that my AC has been on 72 all damn day, it's like 78 in here. TOO HOT TO DO STUFF. Sure, there are people with no AC whose places are worse (like The Boy I Currently Like, whose apartment is 87 degrees), but I am gonna wait until it's more comfortable.

Except I've seen some Girls' Weekend Facebook posts roll through on my e-mail, so I think I might do some organizing of my stuff for floating on a lake and drinking.


01 July 2012

Itchy and scratchy.

Oh, my sweet Jebus. My legs are covered with mosquito bites. My arms/shoulders/etc. aren't quite as bad, but damn, am I an itchy fucking mess.

There was much outdoors-ness this weekend for M&M's wedding festivities just across the border in lovely Wisconsin. It was a lovely time with The Boy I Currently Like. He was a trooper at all the events; we even got him to go to a bar. Of course, there were just six or seven of us there. But still, it's a step in the right direction.

We drank way too much Friday night and stayed out way too late (him later than me, though). Saturday was rough, but we made it. Being sick didn't help me any.

Now I'm back to the grind. I managed to not think about work at all yesterday. Of course, the moment I remembered that I have a 7:00 a.m. call with a client tomorrow, all the work-related depression came roaring back.

Still -- Girls' Weekend is on the horizon. I got to pet a dog yesterday at the reception. And I got to spend time all weekend with all the wonderful people I've met through The Boy. I've been sitting here trying to think of something more eloquent to say than I think they're all great and I'm so lucky to know them all, but I'm tired. And you know, they are all great and I am lucky to know them. So I think that's enough.

(Obviously, The Boy is great and I'm lucky to know him, too. But that's a given.)