Spellweavers

My ass is thoroughly whipped.

Between work (and more work, and even more work), typical home needs and Sailor Hubby’s surgery and subsequent gimpy foot, I can’t turn around without knocking down 50 more things added to my “To-Do” list.

I was so proud of myself last week. I stayed a little late at work and cleared out my email, made a “To-Do” list, moved all loose papers into their appropriate files, updated my project board. And today it appears all that was for naught. I keep falling further and further behind. I have crossed 2 things off my list, out of about 75, and it feels like I haven’t gotten anything accomplished because of the other 73 projects staring at me.

Current Project Board

GAH!

The house is thrashed. But that will have to wait till I get somewhat normalized.

And Sailor Hubby had foot surgery last week. He had the plantar fascia of his left foot repaired. I’m very happy it has been fixed, but it keeps him off his feet for a few weeks. And the pain meds are messing with his mind (as pain meds are wont to do). With the exception of going to bed at 9PM on Friday night, I haven’t had a true good night’s sleep since Wednesday.

Pretty soon I will be delirious.

P.S. My birthday is Wednesday. I am curious if it will be acknowledged. I’ll keep you updated.

I have been crazy busy at work since New Year’s. The account manager I work with is out on maternity leave so I am working on my projects as well as keeping up with her items. I have been so engrossed in all I have to do, the days have been flying by. And I don’t mean the day seems a little shorter, I mean I get to work at 9:00AM and the next thing I know it’s 1:45PM and I haven’t even eaten lunch yet!

My desk is usually fairly organized, with all papers in folders, one folder per project, folders either stacked neatly as I go through them or in their appropriate slots. But this is what my desk has looked like for two weeks…

And I don’t see it getting better any time soon. So glad I love what I do.

An unfortunate by-product of being this busy is having to eat at my desk most afternoons. And having forgotten to pack something this morning, I ended up having to go out for a fairly healthy lunch. Today was Wendy’s.

I hate Wendy’s.

Don’t get me wrong, I actually really like their food most of the time. However, their help is for shit. I refuse to visit the store near my house for the sheer number of times they’ve effed up my order. The one near work has always been dependable. And I suppose they still are, unless you think something might be missing from my salad?

So off to bed I go. Not able to stay up late enough to listen to both hours of Chag’s Nameless Twitter Radio Show. (of course the fact I made time for the first time in 4 months to listen to the first hour should be impressive enough)

Wish me luck!

I haven’t made it EVERY day on this NABLOPOMO of mine, but I’ve only missed two and that’s not so bad. I get busy with all the other stuff in life and lose track of time. I guess that’s a sign to me I should try to do my post earlier in the day rather than so late at night, but night is better for me.

Anyway, I’m going to try damn hard not to miss any more AND to find things to talk about.

I have plenty of fodder, I’m just not quite comfortable with airing dirty laundry just yet. Sailor Hubby says it’s okay, that’s what makes for good blog reading, but I’m just convinced in my own head he is going to read it and get pissed.

Give me time. Maybe a couple more weeks. I’m getting there slowly but surely. This is going to end up being my therapist, I’m sure. A place to mentally and emotionally release.

I hope you’re ready.

Ah, family. We all have them. And they often make for good blog fodder. So here goes my last 24 hours in the mystical Unicorn universe.

Last night Sailor Hubby and his brother had a text-flame war. The F-bomb flying across the Sprint/AT&T cell tower expanse. The subject? Their father and how he is doing after his surgery. Not that the brother actually cares. He said so himself. (There is no love loss between my in-laws.) But I suppose a little remorse took root in the brother’s soul and he decided it would be a good idea to ask about dear old dad. So Sailor Hubby told him he was out of surgery and recovering. The next night, shit storm hits.

In order to figure out how the train got so far off the track, Sailor Hubby asked me to go through the texts to see what was said when and by whom. Ah, late night inebriated texting. It’s the best! Moving backwards through all the “f-you”s and “your [sic] a joke”s, I finally came to an incongruous text. From Sailor Hubby. Which didn’t fit the “Dad’s doing fine” theme that preceded. This text was something to the effect of “Put your best man on the job. Thumb firmly up his ass.”

Upon alerting Sailor Hubby to this lovely missive, he swears to me, jumping up and down that, “No, that went to Boss Man.” No, honey, it didn’t. It went to brother. “Shit!” Yeah, ya’ think?

The joy of brothers. The wonder of men with fuses the length of a gnat’s penis.

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Today I went grocery shopping with Marine Dad. Finances are tight here in the Unicorn universe. Hell, they’re tight all over. Luckily, Marine Dad is around to help with life’s needs. In preparation of the upcoming rough month, we have filled our pantry and freezer with enough food to last for, oh, say, a month. We are very thankful Marine Dad is able and willing to help in times of need.

Spending time outside the home with Marine Dad is always an adventure. The Publix shopping was fairly uneventful (though the family scandal stories on the trip there were enlightening.) The only slight hiccups were the “milk incident”

Him: “What’s the story with the milk?”

Me: “What do you mean, “What’s the story with the milk?”?”

Him: “What’s the story with the milk?”

Me: “Um, we need milk.”

Him: “Not here, we’ll get it at Aldi.”

Me: “Um, okay?”

After check-out (during which he goes outside to smoke) I and the bagger come out with the groceries. As the bagger goes to put one bag in the truck and Marine Dad tries to take it, bagger says, “This one is heavy.” And in the most sarcastic tone he could muster, Marine Dad says, “Of course it is.” So I chime in, “Dad, I bagged that one.” No response. Gah.

Off to Aldi for the milk. And as we pull into the lot another car has pulled in just before us. Low and behold, said car takes the first of the handicapped spaces forcing Marine Dad to park in the second space, further from the door. The look of pure hatred given to the poor old (at least in his 80s) man was thoroughly uncalled for. But I suppose to be expected as the man was wearing his Army Vet hat to Marine Dad’s Marine Vet hat. Embarrassing is your father walking around another persons car looking for the handicapped sticker. REALLY?

Oh, and if that weren’t enough for one trip to one store… After we grab our few items and move to the front to check out, Marine Dad cuts off another guy in line! The man was right there in line behind the woman who was currently checking out. She had put her cart at the end of the conveyor belt blocking the man’s way to stand closer. When she pulled her cart in behind her, Marine Dad rolled right in behind that. That embarrassing handicapped sticker search was nothing compared to this. I apologized to the man who graciously said to go ahead. Marine Dad, upon hearing this says, “Oh, did I cut you off at the pass?” and proceeded to guffaw.

Dear Earth, please swallow me.

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Last little story. About my dogs. They can’t digest canned food very well. If you don’t hear from me tomorrow, the gas has poisoned the Unicorn universe and we have all succumbed. In lieu of flowers please support your local humane society.

Oh, yes. I have them. I don’t normally share them, but I do have them. My biggest for this year? To get healthy and lose weight. That appears to be two, but they go hand in hand.

I’ve done well since New Year’s Day. Stuck to the diet portion, anyway. A bit rocky back there on the anniversary day, but still, not too far off. My birthday will probably be a bust. I do so want a piece of red velvet cake.

Starting tomorrow I am adding exercise back in the mix. Due to crazy hours, early nights and no money for a gym membership, I haven’t had much chance to work out. But I have a slightly different mindset. Sit ups, walking up and down stairs and dancing around the house can all be considered exercise. On days I can get outside (like Saturdays and Sundays) I can go to the park and start walking/jogging again, but for days I can’t, a good 50 or so sit ups and push ups can go a long way.

I can’t believe it is the 14th of January already. Time is just flying by! I know the theory, “if you keep busy it makes the time go by faster,” but this is absolutely ridiculous.

I don’t have enough hours in my day to do all the things I need to do. I think, if I can just find a way to organize everything just a little bit better I might get a better grip. Then maybe I won’t feel so tired and behind the eight ball all the time.

But until I find that golden median, I am tired and I am going to bed. After I put Munchkin to bed, make sure all the animals have what they need, lunches are made, clothes are ready, lights are off, blog post is done…

My father-in-law is having surgery tomorrow. I just found out about an hour ago. I thought it wasn’t for another two weeks. I sent him the first text message I’ve ever sent to him to let him know we’re thinking about him.

In other families, this might not be such a big deal. In MY family, it isn’t. But in my husband’s family it is.

And that’s all I’ll say about that.

Suffice it to say I love the man and hope everything goes perfectly.

Nothing much to talk about. It has definitely been a Monday. Sinus infection, overslept, had to work late, dinner didn’t cook properly, I’m up too late.
But it’s almost over.
Time for bed.
Hopefully I’ll have something to talk about soon.