Gray Skies Are Gonna Clear Up...

It's been so long since I've written regularly, that I'm trying to get back in the habit...

Hence, today's excerpt from the life of:

Went to work, immediately got horrendous allergies. In my office we have two "conditions" - the Atypon Knee (several people have had bad knee injuries, including me) and the Atypon Sneeze. This is, I swear, the worst. It seems like it's mostly where I'm sitting - everybody sneezes, and we all say "God Bless". I think it's the air conditioning or something, making everybody sick. All I know is I was outrageously sick last year when I started, and this lasted throughout Spring, and now it's happening again. I walked in to work feeling fine this morning, and ten minutes after I got there, I could hardly breathe. One of my coworkers came in, sat at my desk, and said she could hardly open her eyes, they were stinging.

So I worked like this until 4:30pm, when Jeff and Elise came to pick me up. Elise drew some pictures on my whiteboard - a smiley face heart, as a matter of fact, with the words "Mommy I love you". As stupid and saccharine as this sounds, I really do sit back and stare at these pictures at work and they make me feel better.

It was a pretty good day. Cold as hell, which is so weird at this time of year, but a good day nonetheless. Elise made me dinner tonight, from paper shapes she cut out in red and blue. I was in the bedroom doing my html homework - Java Applets, yah-freakin' hoo - and listening to the soundtrack from "Oh Brother Where Art Thou" - I've discovered in myself a certain leaning towards Bluegrass, who knew? She came in with a "plate" and a "spoon" and some construction paper fruit and vegetables. She proclaimed it a "healthy meal" because she had cooked fish and other healthy things. I chowed down. I then returned the favor and made her two hotdogs, and some steamed veggies. We each had a few sips of rootbeer. I cut out some pink construction paper bats.

We're winding up our night now. Elise has watched "The Cat in the Hat" three times tonight already - welcome to the reality that is childhood. It could have been worse, believe me. At least at seven, she's pretty much outgrown Barney.

Back to the allergies for a moment - plans have been made to rip up all the carpet in our incredibly tiny mobile home. I'm actually very happy about this. It sucks to have carpets and pets at the same time, and the people who lived here before us raised puppies, and not carefully, if you take my meaning. It's much easier to keep a Pergo floor clean,and there's no carpet pad to go moldy. Elise's room will come first - this weekend we're going to clear everything out of it (and piling it in the living room is our only option at this point, so life is going to be hell for a while), pull up the carpet, put down the Pergo, paint the walls, and then Jeff's mom Carol has promised to buy Elise a bunkbed from Ikea, complete with a cute little canopy.

Now fess up: wouldn't you have killed for something like this when you were a kid? We've looked at this thing in the store, and it's like sleeping in a little starry cave. Elise is beside herself with excitement.

Ack. It's late again. I swore we'd be in bed by 8:30pm, and it's 2 freakin hours later already.

Gotta boogie. Ciao fer now...

Things have been rough...

I like my job, but I hate that it takes up all my time and energy. I'm online now, as I sit here writing this, trying to finish a presentation outline and working on an end-user support inbox that's up to 500+ emails. I've got three people to help me, but two of them are new, and the other one has been shang-hai'd (wow, how DO you spell that?) to work on other stuff. I'm sitting here writing this out, on a blog I've made no entries for since freakin' January, and I'm feeling guilty that I'm not still immersed in work crap.

Sigh.

A few thoughts:

You thought the Village People were bad? (Well, okay, not BAD precisely, but bad enough that gays and straights alike hold a soft spot in our hearts for these guys. So bad, anyway, that they've become iconic. More on that later)

Well, here's Gregorius, with his gosh-golly-durn best rendition of YMCA.

(Hint: I'm imagining a big plastic globe in front of me. Now I'm giving it a spin. My finger jabs down. I've chosen the country I wish to carry onward the torch, the banner as it were, for our beloved Village People.

It is NOT Finland...)





Okay, back to seriousness for a moment here. Sorry, but I must. Everything's a struggle lately. Work was bad for a while - we had a manager that, while the nicest person in the world, had no clue how to actually manage people. All kinds of weird shit became my fault, or Samantha's fault, or James' fault, or Eleni's fault. You get the point. There was an emphasis on bureaucracy that bordered on the comical and made all our jobs harder. There were other things I don't care to try and elaborate on. My job consisted of responsibilities for two or possibly even three.

That boss has gone, and we have a new boss, not quite the same as the old boss. He's a young guy, but very good at what he does, and at least capable of listening when we talk and believing that we can't be at fault for things we have no control over. The atmosphere has eased a bit, and may ease further as time progresses. We will have to see. I'm still doing the job of possibly three other people.

I'm probably being stupid. I'm staying for what I can learn. They're paying for me to take XML and HTML classes. I've learned a lot about online publishing. I guess that's worth it.

On the home front, as it were - I've started following the San Jose Sabercats. Yah, yah, I know, how "Prole" of me, and when we go to the games, it really does jar lose an awful sense of being anesthetized by smoke, mirrors, fireworks, extremely loud rock music, and a borrowed sense of glory when the Sabercats score against the other guys...

The first time we went with our neighbors, I thought it was going to turn out to be like pro-wrestling. You know, as in FAKE. It turned out, on the contrary, to be amazingly good football, condensed into a smaller space. The game strategy is a bit different - there's less time spent running the ball and more emphasis on passing. A few of the rules are different, but for the most part, it has all the best of football with none of the bad stuff, like freezing your ass off or sitting in the rain - games are played at the HP Pavilion, which is an extraordinary place - there's not a bad seat in the house.

It's usually Elise and I going - we have our tote bag of paraphernalia that we take: the huge ass cow bell for making lots of noise, the gold pompoms so Elise can be a cheerleader, the huge foam Sabercats claws (one for each of us), and our earplugs, because you do NOT want to go to one of these games without earplugs.

Other news: Money is still very tight. Jeff is going to be taking classes in Electrical Engineering, but he has to wait for a DC class in the fall. Meanwhile, he's still painting miniatures as fast as he can, and we're managing to pay bills, but we have no leeway whatsoever. Last week I was at Whole Foods buying groceries with Elise, and the transmission on the truck starting having problems. I couldn't get it to stay in 2-wheel drive, and had to drive home at 35 miles an hour in 4WD. That was not amusing, and Lord knows, I'm scared to death to take it to the mechanic.

Ummm. What else? I'm seeing an acupuncturist now. I fell on my right knee almost exactly a year ago and it's still not healed, so I can't walk to the lightrail without getting very stiff and limping. Still got a bonespur on my left heal, and last week I had a back x-ray that revealed I have the beginnings of arthritis in my lower back. I'm on medication for pre-diabetes, I get migraines all the time, and I haven't been able to lose weight in months.

The acupuncture has helped, it really has. I have more energy now, and I feel better, but still...

When did I get this freakin' old? What the hell is going on? I've had to let go of some plans - I guess I won't ever be going back to finish my black belt now, and I'm not even sure how to keep going with Weightwatchers since I really need to exercise to lose weight, and I can't walk, can't ride a bike, can't do anything that involves bending my knee, and now can't even kayak because the truck is busted and I need the truck to carry the kayak.

Sorry. Whining, I know. This is just the latest incarnation of my mid-life crisis, and I really have no idea how to deal with any of it.

And now my daughter Elise is hungry. What a little bottomless pit she is - growing like a weed, 7 years old, and she never walks anywhere she can run. I've entered her in a kid's race - Pat's Run - which she's going to run with her cousin Katie.

Okay, if I don't get her some breakfast, she's going to rise like a volcano. Ciao!