Or hung over — whichever makes more sense to ya. It’s way to early for me to be awake considering the night I just had but the madness of fixing shit has to continue on to today. I’ve spent four straight days now working on the damn server. Today should be the last of it…I hope.

Hpnotiq x 7 + Bug = Headache < ---Math equations not taught in schools.

Has anyone else used their high school algebra in “real life”? I’m still waiting to use mine…then again I got a D in that class so when I do use it it won’t be very good. Just a random thought. Anywhoot, I’m still alive and kickin’ and hopefully I’ll be back in the swing of things soon but I thought I’d drop in and say howdy-doo!

Ok back to work….

Oh, hello! I’m so glad you stopped by! What’s that? You want to know what I’ve been up to the last few days and why I haven’t been visiting blogs?

I’d be glad to tell ya:

-Work On #*&$%@ Truck.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

P.S. If you happen to find the missing bolt that is currently holding up the show please let me know. kthxbye.

Now the following may piss off the religious types out there, but I’m not trying to be an asshole here–I promise.

When I first moved up to Tucson and was living in brand new suburban development I was pretty shocked to find out that door to door salesmen salespeople still existed. I was offered everything from fresh steaks to soul saving bible tips at the most inopportune times of the day on a regular basis. Where I was living before was out in the middle of nowhere and the door to door’ers didn’t come out there at all.

I was kinda hoping since we bought this house in a much older development that we wouldn’t get pestered anymore. Not so, in fact it’s almost worse now because we’re “closer to the city center”. But instead of folks selling material crap it’s just a constant stream of folks trying to sell me religion.

I’m not a church-goer, haven’t been in a long time. There are various reasons for that fact but let’s just say I have different beliefs. I don’t have a problem with people who choose church, Christianity or the Bible. If it’s workin’ for them then great, congrats to them! You’re happy, I’m happy, life is good.

But at 7am, before my coffee, when my doorbell is rung and a couple of chicks holding a bible the size of my garage want to “Share a happy verse with me to start my day!” I start to get a smidge perturbed. I don’t want a happy verse dudes, I want to drink my joe, get the nighttime boogies outta my eyes, and sit in front of the computer in peace until I can see color. To much to ask? Not really. And I’m never mean to any of these folks so don’t think I’m a blazing jerk to ‘em…I politely say “No thank you have a nice day.” and send them off to the next house. I can’t bring myself to be mean to ‘em even if it’s at an un-godly hour (no pun intended)…they are so nice after all.

But 7am? Are ya serious?

I know there’s a Do Not Call registry for telemarketers; do these folks have a “Do Not Visit” registry that I can sign up for?

What?

Oh, hi there.

Yeah, we were supposed to close on the new house and get the keys on Friday.

Since we have to be moved out of here and done cleaning this place by tomorrow.

What’s that?

Oh, yeah…we still don’t have the keys to the new house.

I dunno, I’m pretty sure I can get the entire house moved and have this one spotless in one day.

Yeah…I think I’m crazy too. Now if you’ll excuse me…

*resumes running around screaming & waving arms in the air*

Have you ever opened your day planner and ran screaming from the room because Monday is packed to the gills? That’s today for me.

The Hotness and I finally found a house that we can both agree on, which is no small feat. I’m a little house kinda gal and he prefers larger homes. By the grace of the almighty and the builders at American Homes we’ve found something that is a little of both and tile floors throughout. At 1pm today we go in for negotiations *knock on wood*

My little brother is graduating high school in May, I’m so proud of him and all that jazz. However, I’m starting to wear thin with the whirlwind of activities and planning that surrounds this big day. As it stands I have a box of 100 un-addressed premium invitations, no senior pictures, a vague idea of where the party will be, a caterer that may or may not be in town to feed my guests, and a girl who will do the cake for us but doesn’t know what to charge me. So it goes without saying this week I need to bust out the pen and address book, get the boy to a studio, find a tent, have a plan “B” in place for food, and offer the girl a check for $65 for the cake. I’m still not sure how I ended up with this task but after the long track record of less than satisfactory performance from other family members *cough* it’s not that big of a surprise.

This all just scratches the surface of what I need to get done– lest we forget I need to have the syllabus for the class I’m teaching turned in by tomorrow and I have a website that’s long overdue for completion. God bless patient clients. It’s business as usual in the house o’ madness today…what’s new with you?