Saturday is always bath day

Wordy Wednesday: A Heluva Story.

Wordless Wednesday is cancelled today because I just don't have access to my internet and no way to get images from point A to B. Unless Blondie inserts a very nice Ford Roush Racing NASCAR image! (-:

{as you wish. And it's even a Mustang!}

So instead I will let you in on a good one. An acquaintance of mine - the CEO of a youth at risk organisation where I sit on the board- knows Rebel quite well. The two ran into each other somewhere and Dierdra mentioned that I was going to a NASCAR race - in 9 days I might add!

Well! Rebel had a fit. She's decided there must be a man involved because no way would I ever spring to go to a NASCAR race. bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha. She said something to RJ and the two of them were grilling me over the table at dinner. It was too much fun.
"Who's the man?"
"There is no man."
"There has to be a man. Why else would YOU be going to a NASCAR race? Say pickle"
Apparently if you say the word pickle and start to smile or giggle it means you're lying. I guffawed quite loudly as I said the magic word which set the girls off even more.

Yeah.... I lied. There IS a man going. The husband of my friend, and no, there is no three way activity involved. (saving that for Rudy & Blondie and the camera) In fact, there are moments when I worry about my sanity for this trip because the friend I am going with is, to be blunt, an alcoholic. She is a wino but manages to be functional. She manages to hold down a job, but as she progresses and takes on stress - the drinking usually gets so bad she has to quit working. It hasn't happened now for about 5 years and she's almost due to crash again.

I asked her if she really thought she could do the trip and it seems she is all up for it. There are moments when she and her husband are sparring partners and then he enables her problem. However, I had a few frank words with the two of them, and I believe we have an understanding. So I will hope and pray for the best. It was her idea to start with, and I resisted, but then thought life is too short. I really think her life is going to be shortened - she's diabetic, smokes, drinks and rarely eats. This isn't a good combo.

But we are off to NASCAR and my girls are thinking I am having a dirty weekend. They are all for it and want to know 9 ways to Sunday "who" would take the likes of me to a NASCAR weekend. No doubt this is the message that will be sent to XSU. I roar in laughter, and not just your standard LOL!

The road to Watkins Glen is going to be a heluva ride!

Ever have one of these days?

Work most of the day was all right. Just as I was up to full staff though two people went down again. That I’m used to. It’s the home front stuff that makes me crazy.

Arrived home from work last night and every kitchen cupboard door was open. The patio door wasn’t locked, the tv was on in the basement and RJ was nowhere to be found.

I tried to use the telephone to call a friend and let her know I’d be late to see Midsummer’s Night Dream at the park and damn Rogers home phone… NOT WORKING. Neither was the internet Forty minutes later – no resolution and chances of either being fixed before FRIDAY was unlikely. No no no I told them that was unacceptable service. I was told I’d get a phone call first thing Tuesday morning. I missed my window to get out of the house and to the park where the play was on – a 40 minute ride away. Couldn’t call my friend because even though she has a cell phone she never uses it so it’s rarely turned on.

By 11:30 am today Tuesday, still no call from Rogers so I had to call back and yet again go through the routine, name, address, postal code, mother’s maiden name, blah blah repeat the story , check your file, and finally - an appointment during the proverbial noon and 7 PM time slot on Wednesday.

In the meantime I guess I will hit the library for my Facebook fix and whatever else I need the webs for this evening.

I took Bell’s name in vain. I think I am going to switch my home phone back to Bell. I am paying a whack of money a month and no service is making me a tad cranky. On the upside I finished reading a book that has been sitting by the bedside because I’ve been wasting time online.

So I am breaking my wine habit, now I am forced to break my internet habit, and maybe that’s all a good thing. Perhaps I will actually read another book this evening since the library closes at 8:30 and my internet fix will have to be done.

A story for another day. How I caught RJ in a lie when she told me she was going to a friend’s house, didn’t want me to drive her and I lay in waiting at her father’s house and was not disappointed. When I called XSU and told him RJ was in the house against his wishes his response “what am I supposed to do about that?” Seriously dude. Put your daddy hat on !

Dog Days of Summer

Friday Fantasy: snoops

Rebel called me and asked me to pick her up some milk on my way home. She was staying at XSU's house tonight and RJ was also there. I had to pick her up and bring her home.

The point is - I had to go *IN* XSU's house. I WAS going to put the Google street view right here so you could catch the outside of the place but decided not to be a complete Bee-yatch. I have a fantasy of walking around and snooping my brains out. Then I could post pictures of the inside instead. This could only happen of course, after cutting a key to his house which I would have to take from one of RJ's many bags and hope she doesn't figure out what I've done. It would be kind of fun to wander through the place and see what's what in there. ( wearing surgical gloves of course so I don't leave finger prints anywhere. Frankly, I'm surprised RJ even has a key. BUT I am not supposed to know about it.

The glance I had in the living room was nearly enough. The man is totally living like a bachelor in a bad pad. Blankets on the huge floor to ceiling picture window, mismatched furniture that doesn't work, (where did he get that stuff) and a carpet that should have been ripped out before he even moved in. And I have the fancy shmancy Electrolux vacuum cleaner - for the hard wood floors that regularly need heavy duty vacuuming.. bwa ha ha

Of course being a regular reader of mysteries and murders this snooping could only take place after dark, with my car parked a mile away and not recognizable. Or would the neighbours notice? Naw, XSU has probably not even talked to his neighbours. He never did while he lived with me, he wouldn't change patterns now. I'd be dressed in all black clothes - and would brazenly walk in and have a look see. Or, perhaps I should be even more brazen and walk in during the day. My car has been there often enough so that it wouldn't be unusual. Though why leave my license plate exposed like that. I'd have to plan a quick escape just in case Rebel were to walk in while I was there. Hmmm must find out when she's at work so that scenario doesn't happen. That would just cause tremendous grief. For me.

The goal wouldn't be to take anything or vandalize, just poke around and see what the deal is. Because I could. But as I say. It's a fantasy. That's all.

13 on Thursday

What's left in the house now that the ECO-Audit is done
1 add cupboards on one wall in kitchen. Glass doors
2 change the door pulls and drawer pulls in kitchen
3 light ballasts under cupboards up graded
4 paint the kitchen
5 paint powder room
6 refresh paint in bathroom
7, 8 re do bath room counter tops both bathrooms
9 new faucet in kitchen XSU took the one he planned to put in with him. seriously.
10 buy curtains for living room
11 get the dining room table re finished.
12 new chairs for dining room
13 have dinner parties.. 1st one? perogy party with grad school friends in town next weekend.

Wordless Wednesday