Queen of Rambles

I’ve spent the day longing for a stiff drink of alcohol. This is an absurd longing, since I don’t even know what a stiff drink of alcohol will do for me. I’ve been tipsy a grand total of one time (you read that right, ONE) in my entire life. I don’t really know what a buzz feels like or how it would make me feel better. I can’t stand the taste of alcohol and I don’t want to develop a taste for it, given the extensive amount of alcoholism in my family. The only other time I’ve longed for alcohol was during the years I spent teaching. I was told that teaching is a fast road to alcoholism and I believe it. It’s a stressful career.

I shouldn’t let the stupid phone situation effect me so badly. When I got the e-mail that said our service wouldn’t be connected until September 20, I swore to myself that I would be calm and relaxed when I called the service people. I tried to tell myself that I would catch more flies with honey. Then the asshole on the other end of the line started in on me immediately, telling me that he didn’t believe that my e-mail didn’t have a tracking number that started with a W and that there was no way the e-mail would have given me the phone number to call that I had, indeed called. The phone call was not my finest moment. I am embarrassed to say this, but by the end of it I was screaming “I HATE YOU I HATE YOU” into the phone. If he’s an LJ user, you can probably read his side of things on that “customer’s suck” community. Only I didn’t suck too much, because I had to hang up so I could throw up. It’s a good thing we have a bathroom up in the loft, or the day would have been even worse.

What the hell is wrong with me? This is NOT how I behave.

It just seems like life has been a series of small frustrations, lately. We have been unable to find any acceptable white lined curtains in the whole of the DC metro area. Red curtains just don’t work with mauve and sage. I did find a beautiful blueish-teal quilt at Linens and Things. It would have been PERFCT for our bedroom. I wanted it, but couldn’t find it. Mike was such a good boy that he went and found an employee to help us. Guess what! It’s been discontinued and they didn’t have one to sell me. Stymied again.

I bought a CD that was “forbidden” by Mike to salve my wounds. I won’t play it while he’s around because he might go ballistic and we don’t need two crazy people around here. He is usually very patient with my country music obsession, but Brooks and Dunn’s “Play Something Country” makes his blood boil. I think it’s the howling. In fact, I know it’s the howling. Any CD titled Hillbilly Deluxe is sure to be banned in this house. Not that I actually do what I’m told. We all know I’m a bad, bad wife. Just call my grandma. She’ll be glad to tell you all about my poor performance in the wife category.

I need to spend time focusing on the good.

Someone left a big ladder outside our door, so Mike stole it for a few minutes and hung up our big picture on the mantel. The room finally feels almost finished (if only it had curtains). I had no idea how we were ever going to hang the picture, so it was perfect that we were able to borrow the ladder. This place is almost ready to be presented to the world in picture form. I just need to clean up the baby clothes explosion that took place today.

We bought a chest for all the baby clothes, so I dragged them all out and ran them all through the wash. Four big loads of itty-bitty clothing makes for a heck of a lot of folding. Seeing the little tiny socks and onsies and such has made me realize that this little guy is going to be TINY. I hope I don’t break him.

Also, very very good: Mosaic Minds is live and it is wonderful. This was the most stress-free issue we’ve had and it makes me happy happy happy. After the last issue I was seriously considering throwing in the towel, but this time through has renewed my interest and relieved my stress. I hope it continues to be stress free! We have a lot of great stuff this time. I’m jealous of the talents of many of our authors. I was a bad girl this time and didn’t even write a feature. Bad, bad me.

If I had a train of thought tonight, I have totally lost it. I think I really need to go to bed.

And now for a little giggle. I think Mike needs to go to bed! He just informed me I needed to edit my journal entry and sounded quite distressed about it. Turns out he was reading Kisha’s entry. I love confusing the boy that way.

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