I had a moment of complete overwhelmed-ness last night. I just sat and cried, and thought, I can't so this. Thank God I have a fabulous support system, from the shepherd who needed huge nuggles this morning to the two bassets who loved on me to the business partner who said, "What can I do to help?"
Thank God for a good team ;) Go team Torquere
I know in relative terms, I'm lucky. I do
Sometimes I just get bogged down in the details.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
running around madly
back from the carolinas. Saw my bro a couple times. I've missed him a lot, so it was fun to hang with him and D and the SIL. We went out to eat at a meat and three. This is a fascinating southern phenomenon I never encountered as a child, at least not named such. You get a meat and three sides for a set price, and there's usually a dizzying array of sides to pick your three from. Uhn. Then we went to this little dessert place about 15 miles out of downtown Columbia, and it was cute, had good cheesecake and better cappuccino.
On the way home, we flew into houston and stopped off at the stock show to see Tim McGraw.
Tim sounded and looked a little under the weather, which he apologized for, but he's still the hottest man on earth, and it was a fine, fine thing, especially when combined with rodeo.
We saw Tracy Lawrence this week, too, and he sounded just like him, classy, hit every note, and you can tell Tim toured with him when Tim was a wee hat act. He picked up a good bit from Tracy Lawrence.
I think people who travel ought to have more gratitude. I mean, if you can afford to go and do and see, then you're better off than 90% of the world. Stop bitching about the blueberries not being fresh in a mid-price Holiday Inn. You didn't like having to sit through the rodeo to see a concert? Don't buy tickets to a rodeo concert. Save your money and go somewhere else. Rodeos are cheaper for the entertainment, no doubt. I get that. But that also means you get an hour of songs and two hours of rodeo. That also means that if you were dumb enough to pay for floor seats, the acoustics will suck. The rodeo arenas are not made so the people down on the arena floor can hear the announcer.
They're made so the crowd up in the stands can...
It just makes me insane.
Sure, we all bitch about some stuff. I hate it when it rains on me when I'm trying to tourist, but I know it's inevitable, so I take a hat and an umbrella. I hate rude people who cut in line, but I try not to make a fuss, even if I do growl under my breath. The thing is, I get free drinks from bartenders and extra food from waitresses and tables from maitre'ds in restaurants that were full because I'm nice. I'm patient. And I have a great joy in the fact that I get to go and see.
Remember, it goes both ways. People are unlikely to be nice to you if you expect more than they can give. And then scream about it.
On the way home, we flew into houston and stopped off at the stock show to see Tim McGraw.
Tim sounded and looked a little under the weather, which he apologized for, but he's still the hottest man on earth, and it was a fine, fine thing, especially when combined with rodeo.
We saw Tracy Lawrence this week, too, and he sounded just like him, classy, hit every note, and you can tell Tim toured with him when Tim was a wee hat act. He picked up a good bit from Tracy Lawrence.
I think people who travel ought to have more gratitude. I mean, if you can afford to go and do and see, then you're better off than 90% of the world. Stop bitching about the blueberries not being fresh in a mid-price Holiday Inn. You didn't like having to sit through the rodeo to see a concert? Don't buy tickets to a rodeo concert. Save your money and go somewhere else. Rodeos are cheaper for the entertainment, no doubt. I get that. But that also means you get an hour of songs and two hours of rodeo. That also means that if you were dumb enough to pay for floor seats, the acoustics will suck. The rodeo arenas are not made so the people down on the arena floor can hear the announcer.
They're made so the crowd up in the stands can...
It just makes me insane.
Sure, we all bitch about some stuff. I hate it when it rains on me when I'm trying to tourist, but I know it's inevitable, so I take a hat and an umbrella. I hate rude people who cut in line, but I try not to make a fuss, even if I do growl under my breath. The thing is, I get free drinks from bartenders and extra food from waitresses and tables from maitre'ds in restaurants that were full because I'm nice. I'm patient. And I have a great joy in the fact that I get to go and see.
Remember, it goes both ways. People are unlikely to be nice to you if you expect more than they can give. And then scream about it.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
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
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
Monday, February 11, 2008
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
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
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
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.
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.
Friday, February 1, 2008
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
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
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