In the Land of Slapdash

I have a mountain of things to say, but no two are related.  It’s just whack.  My mind is all over the place lately.  And it’s all attributed to the 25 people who are going to be at my house this weekend.  I LOVE to have my friends at my house, but I stress myself out about things like:  1. will there be enough food  2. will there be enough alcohol 3. will anyone make an ass out of themselves, and if so, who  (it will probably be me…I really should learn some self-control, but that’s just no fun).  4. will people be bored  5. will everyone get along  6. will my house be clean enough  7. will my neighbors get pissed, and if so, who cares  8. will people actually have fun and want to come back again.  And the list goes on and on from there.

Then lies the question…why, oh why, do I do this to myself?  I suppose because in the end, it’s all worth it.  I love my friends and love it when they’re all together.  It’s wonderful.  So, I’m wishin’ upon a star that things go as planned (and that I get one of those ice cold fish heads-that’s for you, husband). 

A guy I went to high school with was shot and killed by a police officer yesterday.  I haven’t seen or talked to him since the year after we graduated (which was quite a while ago now), but so many of the people I do keep in contact with were still in contact with him.  It is a very sad situation and is weighing on me more than it should…more than I thought it would.  He and his ex-wife have both passed away now and they’ve left behind 4 very young children.  The world just seems to get smaller everyday.  It seems that so often I hear of horrible things happening to people I know…or knew at one time.  The children and family and friends of these two people are in my thoughts.

I still struggle with the miscarriage.  I continue to count the weeks that would have been.  I don’t do it on purpose…I just haven’t forgotten about it or gotten past it yet.  I am okay physically and mentally.  I just still think about it from time to time.  Today would have been 11 weeks…

We are still trying to “fix” and rearrange our house.  I HATE termites!!  I also hate the fact that I want to move so badly and it’s just not possible right now.  The housing market sucks and we’d have a difficult time selling our house.  We’re still trying to make room for a baby and I think it’s going to have to live in a closet.  Just kidding…don’t go calling the authorities.  It was a joke.  Fitting a million guitars and 860 pounds of scrapbooking stuff in a 12×10 bedroom is effin’ impossible…

My day began badly…and that sucks.  It’s Friday!!  I want to have a great day!  But that’s just not gonna happen, is it?  My hair wouldn’t straighten out, which made me late for work.  So I took my makeup with me to put on at work.  I didn’t get a chance to eat breakfast, so I stopped at the local fast food place.  I sat in the drive-thru for 15 minutes, making me even later!  So, I decided to put my makeup on in the drive-thru line.  Half of my make-up spilled out of the bag into the basket that is at home on the shelf…so I only have half of my makeup on.  And here is what I learned today…when you’re wearing a form-fitting shirt and you have a seatbelt on, putting on deodorant is inconceivable.  It just doesn’t work. 

And, finally, the Jokes of the Day:

Three old guys are walking down the street.  The first guy says, “It’s windy, isn’t it?”  Second guy says, “No, it’s Thursday.”  Third guy says, “Me, too.  Let’s go get a beer.”

 A grasshopper walks into a bar.  The bartender says, “Hey, we have a drink named after you.”  The grasshopper says, “You have a drink named Stanley?”

Happy Friday to you all…