I'm back
But I have no idea for how long. Once Ted and Pat figure out that I'm not exactly compliant with our new agreement there could be further issues. And by "issues" I mean plans and meetings. Which are really tedious, and torturously time consuming. I see #12 was gracious enough to post the minutes of my last meeting with them. And by gracious I mean he's a nasty little toady who takes pleasure in other people's misery. Which, I suppose, explains how he got the job.
Now some things to rejoice and be merry over:
1.) My sweetie bought me Godiva chocolates to ease the pain of "being on the puck" this week. Have I recently mentioned that it's nice to be loved? No? Well it is.
2.) This is my last time ever of "being on the puck" or so they tell me.
3.) I am no longer waking up with chest pain!
4.) It's a three paycheck month. Man I love those. Makes me feel like a king with vault full of gold bars it does.
5.) I'm sure there is a fifth thing, hell there's probably lots of other things for which I should dancing a happy little jig. But sadly I don't have the energy for it right now. Which will be explained in the next section.
And now for the things for which there will be no rejoicing or merriment 'cause they currently are the suq:
1.) My sleep still troubles me. Although I am waking up with no chest pain my actual rest is still poor. Walking through days, weeks and your life in a sleep-deprived fog, well, let's just say I'm putting it on my exceptionally short list of lifestyles I cannot really recommend.
2.) The IRS can bite my nethery sweaty moist regions. Think that sums that up nicely.
3.) I totally spaced calling my mum on her birthday yesterday. Yet another tally mark on my scorecard of World's Most Negligent Offspring. I think they'll need to start up a new sheet soon as the old one is running out of room.
4.) I'm sure there's a whole host of other things that I should be bitching and moaning about, but the fact is, I can't get too worked up about 'em. I'm going to go home to my sweety, have a lovely dinner this evening and play computer games.
Now some things to rejoice and be merry over:
1.) My sweetie bought me Godiva chocolates to ease the pain of "being on the puck" this week. Have I recently mentioned that it's nice to be loved? No? Well it is.
2.) This is my last time ever of "being on the puck" or so they tell me.
3.) I am no longer waking up with chest pain!
4.) It's a three paycheck month. Man I love those. Makes me feel like a king with vault full of gold bars it does.
5.) I'm sure there is a fifth thing, hell there's probably lots of other things for which I should dancing a happy little jig. But sadly I don't have the energy for it right now. Which will be explained in the next section.
And now for the things for which there will be no rejoicing or merriment 'cause they currently are the suq:
1.) My sleep still troubles me. Although I am waking up with no chest pain my actual rest is still poor. Walking through days, weeks and your life in a sleep-deprived fog, well, let's just say I'm putting it on my exceptionally short list of lifestyles I cannot really recommend.
2.) The IRS can bite my nethery sweaty moist regions. Think that sums that up nicely.
3.) I totally spaced calling my mum on her birthday yesterday. Yet another tally mark on my scorecard of World's Most Negligent Offspring. I think they'll need to start up a new sheet soon as the old one is running out of room.
4.) I'm sure there's a whole host of other things that I should be bitching and moaning about, but the fact is, I can't get too worked up about 'em. I'm going to go home to my sweety, have a lovely dinner this evening and play computer games.
9 Comments:
you realize that the good out number that bad... I think you are doing way better than most.. and besides... being loved completely negates half the other stuff on your list.
The sleep thing really does suck the worst though. And the most horrible part of that is the more you fret about it the worse you actually sleep. Hopefully you will find the right combination of machine or mouthpiece thingy... (whatever you are doing now) and get some much needed and well deserved rest.
I think the IRS would prefer your sweaty nether regions on a silver platter... just so you know. But.. no pressure! hehehe
Yep, I do realize that the good does outweigh the bad. At least momentarily. It's difficult to hang on to that thought as I'm wandering through the day in my semi-grog-state of quasi-awakedness. I'm not quite on an even keel yet.
And the IRS went for the platinum jewel-encrusted platter this year for the display of those regions. On my tab, of course.
platinum? not titanium? really? I'm kind of disappionted in the Bush administration.
Titanium is surprising more cost efficient as far as metals go... much cheaper than gold or platinum. Surprising I know this because Jesster and my wedding bands are titanium. We actually saved a bundle going with titanium. Comes with a risk though, they can't cut titanium off in case of an accident.
I'm sorry bout the sleeping.
When I had Emilee (which would be daughter numero dos), Amanda (uno) was 18 months old.
I had a new bord and an 18mos old.
I never slept for more than two hours. That lasted six months.
Six months of sleeping poorly and sporadically.
I actually don't remember a lot of it.
point: I feel your pain.
HUGS!
~K
new bord = new born
You knew what I meant :)
~K
Thanks Kate. Sounds like you've been there and bought the shirt and hat. I can't even imagine having to care of two babes while feeling like this for six months. Yet another testament to the Fortitude of Kate!
I believe most memories are made during your sleep cycle when you rest soundly. Bad sleep = bad memory usually. Didn't help that I had a sucky memory even before I was diagnosed with apnea... ;)
the irs can do that to me too?
i hope you get some sleep.
eat chocolate and be loved!
Miss Kendra I cannot really speak to what the IRS can or cannot do to you. I may have shagged them all out.
I do too. I need it. Badly.
I did and was. And it was good.
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