There's a hole in the ceiling, but the leak is fixed.  I have a referral to a guy "that looks like he should be on that Duck Dynasty show, but don't worry about that. His work is good and he's priced fair."  Dude, that's half of my family.

This morning I get in the shower, "adjust" the shower head, and it breaks off in my hand.  Oh, and by that, I mean the pipe broke off in the wall.

Fan-fucking-tabulous!

Now it looks like we may have gotten a lucky break, so to speak, and it's going to be a fairly easy fix.  We hope.  We hope.  We hope...

It turns out you only have to go batshit crazy in your office to either get fired or only work four days a week.  Me?  I now work 4 days a week... but really, it's amazed I didn't get fired.

So, you ask, what do I do now on my Fridays off?  Sleep in?  Get spa treatments?  Oh dear no.  Usually it's helping to get The Force ready for school and picking him up when it's our weekend.  But today, it's waiting on the plumber.  Yep, shit like that.  Because some days start out poorly.  Like when your husband calls and says, "There's water coming out of the ceiling in the library," and he doesn't mean the public library. So, no running water, no toilet flushing, etc, until the plumber shows up.

He's already called to say he's "backed up" already and won't be here until between 11 and 1.

Yay.

A little game of Catch Up

So, it's been a while, huh?  I spent some time looking through some old bits on the blog, and MAN AM I FUNNY!  Seriously, I don't remember writing a lot of it, but I know I did.  Going back and reading over it made me laugh, and it made me miss blogging.  I have become a Facebook junkie, and now I'm used to recording my life in snippets.

So, lots going on here since, well, forever ago.  Here's a new thing:

This is Sweetie.  Sweetie used to live on a chain. ON A CHAIN!!!  She is 3 now (we adopted her in April), and until we took her, she lived chained in a backyard by an owner that would leave town for 3-7 days at a time.  He had an automatic feeder and waterer, but she would get so lonely.  Once she was big enough she learned that she could pull on the chain long enough and hard enough to break it, then would run around the neighborhood to find people and pets to love.  She always wound up at a friend of mine's house, and they finally convinced the owner he should surrender her.  Long story short, there will never be a chain on this dog again.  She is amazingly well named (came that way) and is one of the dearest dogs I've been around.  She reminds me so much of Pooh King.  Sometimes I look at her and wonder if he stays close by so she'll know how to be the best dog.  Sweetie and Lulu are best friends and go everywhere together.  Oz thinks it's pretty awesome to have her here, too.

And then there are these:

It's no secret that my exercise habits were flushed down the toilet with our move to the new house.  I work long days, the gym is 15 minutes away (which doesn't seem like a lot, but at the end of a 10 hour day it's A LOT!), and, well, I'm lazy.  I was walking the dogs every morning for a while, but the cold and dark of winter has put the brakes on that for me.  So, new shoes.  Isn't that the answer to every rut?  I did my first workout yesterday and by the time 10pm rolled around I could barely stand up.  Now, why in the world would I do such an extreme workout the first time out?  Oh, because it wasn't extreme.  It was basic.  I'm just THAT out of shape.  Thank God that six hundred milligrams of ibuprofen twice during the night has returned me to a "normal sore" today.  Got my second workout in today, but holy shit.  Round is a terrible shape to be in.

I wish I could still tell Chris Leeder I'm sorry about the Rose Bowl. 

Go Spartans.