off to the carolinas

see y'all next tuesday!

boodles

hello hello

The rain went away, and it's a lovely, warm day out there. Thank God. If we had cooped up puppies one more day, I might have had a psychotic break with reality.

There's a lot to do, and I need to get going, but I feel better organized, and less panicky

Kind of

I have a lot to say about impatient folks, but I'm trying not to air that shit publicly anymore, so I'll just say aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

I should post

it's lunch time

I had a post all ready to go

at 3 am last night when I couldn't sleep

It was a post of suckitude, and I let it sit as a draft, not really knowing if I wanted to post it

clearly I didn't

I decided instead to focus on the good.

Paulo Crimber won Anaheim. It's about time my boy won somehting, and he did it even with taking a re-ride. There was a dog pile of Brazilians at the end. It made me happy

woo

running behind but seeing light

At least I hope so. We've been working on getting organized. Trying to get shit done. Some days it seems completely hopeless. Especially when the puppies are full of piss and vinegar. But sometimes I actually feel like I'm making progress. I'm behind on writing checks, but I have 1099s done. I'm behind on writing but caught up on editing for a few days. I have a daily folder that I check now, instead of a calendar that gets buried under all of my shit.

Oh, I still have the calendars. I love them.

I need to start getting the health shit in order, too. My sugars are off the charts. Blah

Tonight was Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz while working on filing and shit. I love those guys, I really do.

A got her chef stuff. Her chef jacket and hat and apron, her knives and her roll up. It made me think of D, and how I never got pictures and how I miss that kid and wonder how she is.

Sigh.

I was thinking a lot about my past lives yesterday, in fact. About my mom and how she'd love the puppies, and about how Matt was a good guy who got a raw deal and about Scott and the box of wine he used to bring to dinner parties. I don't regret any of what I've done in the last few years; I have family and friends, new and old, that help me through the day, and I'm happy as I've ever been. Sometimes, though, it's good to look back fondly on the people who shaped my life five, ten, even more years ago and wish them well, even if they aren't with me anymore.

incredibly frustrated

I hate tax time. Hate it with a fiery burning passion. This is the first year I've done it on quickbooks, and while it made some things easier, I (and the accountant) made some mistakes setting it up that didn't cost money, but cost me time in a big way. What's most frustrating it not actually waiting on people to get me their information, or running a gazillion reports or stuffing envelopes. What's frustrating is that I know I put it off because I dreaded it, and then I had to just get it done.

Other things have fallen by the wayside, though, and that makes me even more growly. I have so much catch up work to do that I'm cross-eyed, and if one more person emails me about where this or that is, I'm going to fall over in a paroxysm of rage, foaming at the mouth. I know it's my job, but tonight I don't feel like I can take much more.

The dogs don't want to go out in the cold, and the puppies have reverted to peeing by the back door...

I have deadlines that I can't possibly hit, because people have missed their deadlines, but I'm supposed to be nice and tell them that's okay. I'm kind of sick of having to be nice. Maybe I should just be a bitch and say, hey, I wouldn't be late if I didn't have to write 30,000 unexpected words...

I have to do laundry

sigh

the reason puppies are so cute when they sleep? Is so you don't kill them when they pee on the floor

everyone needs a basset hound