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Jul. 3rd, 2006 12:44 amMy holiday weekend is pretty much over at this point. I have to work tomorrow and Tuesday (thankfully, only 10-6 Monday and without patrons on Tuesday, and with help), then back to the salt mines Wednesday before Grand Assembly Thursday-Sunday.
I don't know what we're going to do about transportation this week, since Honeybunch STILL doesn't have his car fixed. Yes, we've been living with one car for almost SIX months. And the guy (who, I just found out, is a friend of a friend of Andy's boss, not a close acquaintance) isn't returning phone calls now. Add this to the lack of action on the IRS front, and well.
But back to this weekend! I went to see Elvis Costello on Friday with a co-worker. Good show, I got to drink a little. (I have to chug down a drink, then I'm pleasantly drunk for 45 minutes or so, then sober again. Good times.)
Saturday, we picked up my nephew (who I've mentioned before, and who is 15 now) and took him to visit at my sister's house. Then we went to see Nacho Libre - or, Andy and Zach saw it, while I napped through the middle third.
Today we went to Dad's girlfriend's house for a cookout and swimming. Andy kept making comments on how nice her place is, and it irritated me so much (refer above for source) that I had to just walk away. It's like he doesn't understand simple math - you have to make/have money to buy a nice house. You can't work for peanuts because you like the person you work for and expect to have material goods - you're trading mental ease for house and home.
Wow, I didn't realize I was so resentful of that until just now.
I crashed out when we got back here, so now I'm totally awake. Sigh.
I don't know what we're going to do about transportation this week, since Honeybunch STILL doesn't have his car fixed. Yes, we've been living with one car for almost SIX months. And the guy (who, I just found out, is a friend of a friend of Andy's boss, not a close acquaintance) isn't returning phone calls now. Add this to the lack of action on the IRS front, and well.
But back to this weekend! I went to see Elvis Costello on Friday with a co-worker. Good show, I got to drink a little. (I have to chug down a drink, then I'm pleasantly drunk for 45 minutes or so, then sober again. Good times.)
Saturday, we picked up my nephew (who I've mentioned before, and who is 15 now) and took him to visit at my sister's house. Then we went to see Nacho Libre - or, Andy and Zach saw it, while I napped through the middle third.
Today we went to Dad's girlfriend's house for a cookout and swimming. Andy kept making comments on how nice her place is, and it irritated me so much (refer above for source) that I had to just walk away. It's like he doesn't understand simple math - you have to make/have money to buy a nice house. You can't work for peanuts because you like the person you work for and expect to have material goods - you're trading mental ease for house and home.
Wow, I didn't realize I was so resentful of that until just now.
I crashed out when we got back here, so now I'm totally awake. Sigh.
