My Karma has run over my dogma and I live in a world where nothing, let me repeat, nothing can be easy. I was getting ready to go to Elly Mae's graduation last night and I hear a thudding sound on the roof. I look out to see this. Hoardes of hail stones big and small pelting the house. As I watched the hail I saw something lying on the table on my back deck. It was my book that only an hour earlier I had been peacefully reading in the sunshine. Book is drying out but will never be the same
And here is my lovely daughter-in-law to be in her cap & gown. Sadly even after AH found the correct setting on the camera the pics of her receiving her diploma are not so great. They pretty much look like a white blur. But we were proud all the same. Yea Elly Mae!.
Graduation was quite entertaining with dueling salutatorians - One of whom was a goody-two-shoes, the other a getting-her-act-together single mom. Guess which one I liked best? They were followed by a valedictorian who apparently thought she was receiving an Academy Award because she thanked everyone on the planet, individually and ad nauseum. I picked up my knitting and turned a heel on the sock while she yammered. Storms had threatened all through-out the ceremony and we left to a spectacular lightning show that I directed ( Ask Larry about my talent) all the way home.
And dangnation comes in the form of my job, that I do not love right now, and the pool, which persists in being an unattractive shade of green. AH has complained that I do not exert myself enough in the maintaining of the pool so in an effort to rectify that ( Yes AH is right - don't tell him K?) I enlisted Larry's help in a clean up project. This has backfired on me most stunningly and I will now have to confess to screwing up and making MORE work for the sweet hubster. Yea me.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
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Went in to work on the schedule today and although finishing it up was not as much of a pain in the arse as I was expecting, one of my headaches started coming on about an hour before I left. I popped one of the "good drugs", but the headache worsened. I ended up taking more "good drugs" AND some phenergan when I got home. I then proceeded to remain immobile on my bed so as not to add to the nausea and pain. This was very unsuccessful as I had a fluffy kitty stomping the hell out of my boobs. As I lay there I was thinking of offers I could make Steven so that I could just quit work all together. Thoughts of "How much oral sex would it take..." and "What if I promised to scrub the toilet every day... with a toothbrush?", "What if I promised not to gripe about clothes on the floor and not making the bed?"
I don't think he'll go for it. Pole dancing is looking very tempting, let me tell you.
Congrats to the FDIL. When is the date supposed to be again?
You know, I AM The card-carrying karma girl. I KNOW about karma, girlfriend.
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