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It’s good to have a Weasel!

My sweetie outdid himself this weekend. Not only did he install a closet system Saturday afternoon, but on Sunday he mowed the back yard, cleaned out the ground cover where the studio will be and rewired the office phone/dsl line. He’s amazing. I’m a lucky, lucky girl to have such a wonderful man!

I <3 my Weasel!

The dsl has been for shit forever and this week the phone has been acting up as well. I was in the basement futzing yesterday and decided to inspect the phone lines more closely since clearly there was an issue. Well, sure enough, the lines are frelled. Not only are they strung all over the place, but they are spliced with tape in not one, but two places. The genius who installed the alarm system spliced into the office line a second time – no wonder it’s never worked right. I’ve looked at the lines before but obviously not seen how horrible they are. And that is not even getting into the mess in the box on the outside of the house. It looks like the work of drunken lemurs.

Fortunately for me, Nick (Wiring Weaselâ„¢) has much experience with bad wiring and he ran a fresh wire for the office phone/dsl. I simply cannot understand wiring like this, so it’s a good thing he can! I can run fresh circuits all day long, but figure out a convoluted mess like that phone box? No. In the process we lost the phone jack in the kitchen, but we never use it anyway, so it’s not a big deal. We tested the alarm and it is somehow working despite that wire being cut. ? I really don’t get it, but Nick insists it’s all quite normal.

My schedule has firmed up. I’ll be flying out the first weekend of Oct and driving back.

So, today I will sit here and work on the magazine until I need a break, then I shall trundle to Kroger for kat fud and some other restock items. The usual. Oh, but I’ve got one more post before I go jump around like a flying squirrel…

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Happy Mabon!

At 11:44am this morning will be the autumnal equinox. Here’s the technical definition:

An equinox is the moment in time (not a whole day) when the centre of the Sun can be observed to be directly above the Earth‘s equator, occurring around March 20 and September 22 each year. – from Wikipedia

For those of us leaning towards the pagan side, this event is called Mabon.  It is the harvest festival or for urban pagans, it’s the appreciation of the bounty of the Earth in general. The harvest moon just passed last week and today is the day to give thanks for the bounty of your life and the food, air and water that sustains you. Mabon is for giving thanks.

I am thankful for having a wonderful life, a lovely home, a handsome and brilliant partner and good friends. My life is pretty damn good and I try to be grateful every day.

I’d like it if everyone took just a couple of minutes today to feel gratitude for all the good in your lives. ::hugs:: :-)

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OMFG I’m so tired of this!

So, another two days of my life have been eaten by the vile organ. I know I whine about this every month, but just DAMN. If you had chills, sweats and nauseating cramps, you’d whine, too.

At least the Dr I’m seeing is supportive of my getting the vile organ removed. She is encouraging me to call her surgeon and see if I can negotiate a deal. ::sigh:: Even a “deal” here is twice as much as Costa Rica ($10-20k on a good day here vs $10k for tickets, the surgery and a nice stay at the beach there). The thing that holds me back from Costa Rica is that I have no referrals. I don’t know who these fuckers are down there and have no idea if they are decent or just veterinarians on vacation. Not that a veterinarian couldn’t do the procedure, I mean, hell, it’s the same parts as a cat or dog. It’s the sanitation and recovery that worries me. And having to go alone. SUCK.

So, I’ve had two more days of my life sucked away by a vile nasty organ that I don’t want and won’t use. That makes about 720 days (almost 2 years) of my life by my count wasted due to this bullshit.  So, yah, I’m BITTER. I’m bitter that every female I know without her uterus (conveniently paid for by insurance) is happy as can be. They don’t have to sit up all night with chills, sweats, body splitting cramps and nausea. They don’t have to feel like they got run over by a Mack truck for days. They don’t have to have their husbands take up the slack because they can’t get off the fucking couch. (Good thing I’ve got an awesome hubby that doesn’t mind taking care of me.)

I really hate to go into debt, but I just can’t live like this. I just CAN’T. I’m going to explore Costa Rica some more, but dammit, I just want it done and over with. I just want to be free.

Is that so much to ask?

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Monday off goodness

I <3 our Mondays off. We work some, play some, hang out and have lunch. It’s one of the best bennies of Nick’s job.

We saw Kate one last time last night. She’s off to England for school. She stopped by here and was going to stay before her latest crush texted her to tell her he was home. Ahh, to be 21 again. I got crushes, too. She bitched at me for trying to be her mom – which is not true, but she is 21 and any questions about her whereabouts will send her into a fit of rebellion. It’s to be expected I suppose. I love her to death but you can’t really be close to a 21 year old. They have their head firmly implanted up their asses and  it’s all about them – which precludes a truly close relationship IMO. I just have to remember to ask nothing, which is a tall order for someone as nosey as I am! LOL

I suppose it’s business as usual for me this week. I hope we find out something regarding the restaurant. I know what will happen: as soon as I’m getting ready to take my trip everything will hit and there’ll be gobs of work to do. Which will totally suck balls. The 24th is the target date and I hope it sticks. My biggest challenge will be rounding up Oracle early, but I did it this month so I hope I can do it again for Oct.

We’re off to do our Monday off thang. Later!