Partial Weekend Update

[angelak]

I’ve been quiet lately. Stop.
I’m dead tired this morning. Stop.
Last night my dogs were pissing me off. Stop.

Okay, I was pretending I was writing a telegram. Nevermind.

The weekend was awesome. If only I had enough brain power/energy to update properly.

Friday night … I can scarcely remember now. Damnit.
Saturday is foggy just now, as well.
Sunday was Jim doing drill and me lounging.
We headed to my place Sunday night in the same car. We were reluctant to take separate cars. I made the plan to head back to Tacoma area Tuesday. Stranding Jim in my dwelling. He was okay with that.

Much companionship.
Sleep. Wii. Went to lunch – picked up the Kirkbus girls, headed to Lynnwood, went to my mom’s, hung out there until my sister met us, and then we went ice skating.
After that we visited a little while and headed back. We played Wii, Jessie showed me some ab-workouts, and then we drove them home and went to bed.

I went to work Tuesday. Had my review. Blahblah.
There’s a lot surrounding that, needless to say I got a raise, potential PC Tech II promotion, blahblah.

Came home for lunch and went to Shanghai Gardens with Jim. This was yeay.
Finished work. Came home tired from this cold I have had this week, coupled with the 10 hour workday. Crashed briefly and Jim joined me.

Which led to more of the frequent good-sex.
This is typical with us. It is nice to be able to get used to the most compatible partner I have ever had.
Currently pretty equal in drive and stamina. I have a feeling this is pretty damned rare.

And there is no putting my finger on what makes this so or why.
I don't question it. Our good fortune.
Cheers to Birth Control. The frighteningly daunting fact is that happy women get pregnant easier - and the creative forces are precariously freaky. Although I realized Fertility Awareness Planning doesn't work so well if you are already on the pill. I figured I'd look into doing both when I realized duh. Supposing the pill is working properly, the ovulation that I'd be tracking isn't supposed to happen. And so. Impossible.

I do like to shroud my womb in the energic concept that everything is unwelcome and that no one should want to make a home there. An internal shield of sorts I have used since I was first active sexually at all.

... digression.

Eventually ate a light dinner. I drove to Tacoma.
Watched some GG and read my book. He played WoW. We played WoW somewhere in the weekend and that was fun. Eh. Can’t remember when.

(I read somewhere lack of sleep makes you stupid, this morning – that is me.)

Was sleepy and concluded it was time for bed. Jim went out to visit with the roomies and I was trying to sleep. This theoretically would have worked well except that these days – the boys act like I am leaving the room when he leaves the room. Anxious, want him to come back, whining-at-the-door. It didn’t help that Ernest’s exgf was visiting with her stupid dog (His name is Den Den but I call him Dumb Dumb.)

I got annoyed and let Rufus out because he was making a big deal keeping me up. I knew I had to get up in 5 hours. Jim came barging in claiming “Rufus had escaped.” If I had not misplaced my sleepwear in his god-awful mess in his room, I could have gone out to ask him to watch Ru. He came back, I asked him to watch Rufus. Now, Rochell, the girl with the DumbDumb, noticed piss in the hallway. Rufus – when he is disobedient like this, is very predictable. He does it in the bathroom every time, because he was once trained to go on newspaper, and for a while I kept newspaper in my bathroom for the long days in which I would not be home once upon a time.

So he always goes on linoleum. I am not so much fond of Rochell. At all. I have my reasons, those are irrelevant. So I hear her stupid voice mentioning it. Jim returns Rufus to the bedroom. He still whines. I get pissed off and take the dogs out. It is clear I am not a happy camper by this point. Jim notices and is trying to be nice. Mike doesn’t recognize me for a second because I am really just not so much myself in this moment.

I take the boys out and they both pee profusely. What does this mean? My dog was not the one who urinated in the hallway. Yes, they have had their moments – but I admit one or two things – few and far between, and mostly due to my own negligence.

So, Rochell hangs out now and again still even though they have decided that because she “wants to date around,” and Ernest doesn’t – that they are not an item anymore.

I admit she warned him initially she didn’t like “commitment.”
It has been nice without her being around. I hope her visits with DumbDumb are infrequent. It would be hypocritical to bitch to anyone about a “visitor” dog, when mine are also visitors. I just hate that in these circumstances it riles my boys and they end up being candidates for the pissers. They mostly get into the garbage, but that is another story. Mostly Rufus.

The point to this droning is that when I came back from walking my dogs in the rain, I was awake again. My carefully planned, TV-show to book to bedtime was sabotaged.
Jim was back in the bedroom when I came back in and had “Wedding Singer” on. I started watching in hopes of my annoyance fading and sleepiness to return. It was past 1AM when I fell asleep. Jim was being a sweetheart all night. The kind of sweetheart that would make most people gag if I wrote about it.

So anyhow. The alarm clock rang at 4:58AM. I dragged my ass.
I used Jim’s phone which vibrates, but he said he’d imitate my cell ringer when the alarm went off. (we were joking around because I left my phone at home somehow.)

5AM has struck and he is singing, “I want to rock and roll all night,” in the middle of his sleep. The man kept his word and it was truly adorable and amusing. I think he was a bit worried this morning about me because I was so tired. He asked if I was okay, commented that my cold sounded bad, and asked if I was going to stop for coffee.

I did stop for coffee. Out the door by 5:15.

Been up for 3 hrs and I want to go back to bed.
But on the drive in I got the most poetic phrases flowing through my head and I hope I can transcribe them soon. Perhaps after I make a coffee run. I told myself I wouldn’t forget them.


Oh. And after doing some ice-skating moves: I can I recall being this sore from working on them several months ago. Here it is again. And for a while I had soreness from the pushups. Yesterday I thought 30% of my body hated me. My legs for longes are sore. I did one or two spirals, but when I first got on the ice it felt like the 9 months was really forever since my last trip around the rink. I relaxed after 15-20 minutes.

Completely separate note:
I would have taken sick leave if I wasn't so close to the end of the year and so close to earning extra annual leave. Secondarily. Why be sick at home when I can come in to work, get paid, and be head-coldy? I could never justify taking time off for a lousy headcold. Puking, yes. Nausuea, yes. Viruses - yes. Headcolds, not so much.

-Angela