Urban Drool

Fine, I'll write.

(grumble...grumble...grumble...)

I am so frazzled and turned around and life is in such chaos but I cannot hop onto my blog one more morning and see that same little Halloween greeting that's been up there since the Clinton administration.

Erf.....grr....ahhhhaacck.

(anyone here read Bloom County? Remember Bill the Cat? Remember how he always had that perpetual stoned/dazed look about him with his tongue hanging out the side? Yeah. That would be me.)

What do you want to hear about? You people tell me.

Do you want to hear about...

1) How I've had TWO job interviews in the past 9 days and will hear a decision about one (or both) by the end of the day today? Hello quiet despair and hysteria. So nice to see you again!!!

2) How the Pickle started day care this week? Day Care. That's Day Care as in, someone other than her Papa or her Grandma(s) or her favorite Auntie Mya's Mommy. This week. My heart and soul, they will ne'er be the same again.

3) How the Boy was back in the hospital last week. Again. With tests and scans and more people shoving more instruments up his what-not. Again. Peeing blood and back on 2 antibiotics. Again. And Percoset. Again. And a for-sure-we-cannot-avoid-this-anymore-you've-been-able-to-put-this-off-for-16-months recommendation for surgery. Abdominal surgery.

4) How my dogs keep digging holes and escaping from the backyard and I am so terrified that one of these days we won't find them in time and...and...(all I can think about here is poor J.D. from "Dead Like Me")

5) How...how...how...I don't know.

6) How I got an email 2 weeks ago from one of my closest friends. To whom I have not spoken nor seen in almost 4 years. The stormy silence? Totally her fault. She all of a sudden wants to have lunch. Tomorrow. And I am simultaneously thrilled and scared to death. I don't know if I'm going to hug and kiss her on sight or punch her in the nose.

7) How the fucking cat keeps pissing on the baseboards of the bathroom sink/vanity (...the hell???) and I'm so fucking tired of cleaning it up twice a day that I just don't fucking care anymore. The Boy says that the cat is "angry" with us and he will stop pissing on the baseboards of the bathroom sink/vanity (again with the "...the HELL???") if we "spend more time with him and tell him goodbye whenever we leave the house."

Oh my God. I hate that asshole cat. But I'll probably do as the Boy suggests anyway becuase I also love that asshole cat.

So...what do you want to hear more about?

And how has YOUR life been lately?