It's been a while, eh. Oh well. Much to do about nothing is pretty much life on this end. Grace is in school, which you know, consumes a lot of time because I'm *that* mom. I feel as if I am always running around but yet doing nothing. Crazy, but I'm always busy...doing nothing. Try to figure it out if you want to.
Let's see....
The doctor's office called the other day and wanted to schedule me with a surgeon. I opted out. Yes, because, in part, I'm a sissy. The other part is that the pain isn't that bad right now. Shit, I imagine that I have spent the last four years experiencing gall bladder related pain and just didn't know that's what it was. And I don't have insurance. So soon I will get my head out of the ass of denial and start calling around to find out how I can get the surgery paid for. Maybe I'll put a call into one of the dudes wanting to be Prez. Obama sent a letter here the other day.  Yep. He wanted a contribution to his campaign. Maybe I can spot him fifty if he will foot the bill for my surgery.
Da Man signed onto taking care of the old lady next door. Wrong move. I knew it would end up like this because she is the proverbial pain in the ass. But everyone (besides me) thought it would be a wonderful arrangement. A wonderful arrangement for making him want to give up what is left of his mind. Ha. He's pretty much one brain cell short of being a babbling monkey now.
I don't really know what kind of babble to fill this post with. I would love to fill it with the warm and cuddly tales of motherhood, but I would have to be talking about someone else's kids. Ha. Grace is prone to having these horrible tantrums as of late. She's mouthy *wondering where she gets that from* and thinks she is some kind of damned diva. Sometimes I watch her as she ballets her little 4T butt across the room and think that she was switched at birth. If it wasn't for the fact that she has such a wonderfully working brain, I would be convinced that she wasn't mine. *wink*
Mak is crazy. There's no other way to put it. She refuses to allow me the opportunity to teach her anything of any substance. For instance, she won't sit still long enough to learn her alphabet but she can whistle over the top of an empty pop (that's "soda" to some of you)bottle. And every time someone farts she extends a long and drawn out "AAAaaahhhhhh" their way. That's Mak. She's rotten.
I have an arch enemy at Grace's school. This chick is adamant that she is going to get the plaque for the most hours volunteered. She's obnoxious and just kind of all around yucky. And she grates on my last nerve. I suppose it won't be long before I tell her that I would much rather spend my limited amount of time at school doing something of some quality than standing around running my jaws and sending stupid text messages. But that's just me. Because I'm *that* mom.
We went to an amusement park on Saturday. It was Veteran's Day, which was very nice. The park is closed for the season so the vets and their families had the run of the place. The lines were still long. Somehow we managed to spend six and a half hours riding three or four rides and walking a lot. I still don't know what happened to our day.
Shit. Speaking of spending a day, the bus just pulled up so my alone time is shot in the ass. More babble later. It will probably take you that long to keep up with this post anyway.