w00t w00t booyah

Showed up for event, at offices - 10 to 2, yeah.

Only to find out our event is at 4 to 6,somewhere else..

So. Crepes are canceled. Boat sushi might end up a snack. LUNCH at 2:00 is now the order of the day.

Will be trying to get messages out - remember, my texting from the profile is enabled and tested. BEST way to reach me right now, because baby? It's now ALL in the air.

DAMN.

Showed up for event, at offices - 10 to 2, yeah.

Only to find out our event is at 4 to 6,somewhere else..

So. Crepes are canceled. Boat sushi might end up a snack. LUNCH at 2:00 is now the order of the day.

Will be trying to get messages out - remember, my texting from the profile is enabled and tested. BEST way to reach me right now, because baby? It's now ALL in the air.

DAMN.

So, I've been sitting here thinking again. Very dangerous.

Should I put out the call for addresses for Christmas cards yet? Maybe. I really should make getting the labels done early a priority.

Hmm. I also have a turkey in the freezer that needs to either get cooked and eaten or given away, because it's not big enough for the real thing and is nearly a year old in the bargain. Hmm.

I should think about a yard sale in September, a Saturday like the 16th or the 23rd. Hmm. That would allow me a chance to clean out the cupboards - and anything I don't need, I can give away to yard sale helpers. That might kill two birds, yadda ya.

My favorite apple orchard opens for the season today. I usually go out there early in October, but I could schedule it in earlier. Hmm.

nytshaed, are we doing Haunt this year?

Ah. I love this time of year. So much more fun things to think about doing -

I double-booked myself today.

I have the carpet cleaners coming today. Jim's working.

There's no way I can get over to Gallie today. If I'm lucky, I might be able to wave goodbye as people are leaving.

*sigh* I may be able to get out to do the framing and such I need to do. I have a helluva lot of stuff to pack up to ship too.

Oh. I'll find things to do. There's always a list. That comes with home ownership.

It rained all last night and the sun just came out - the day looks to be *extremely* nice weather-wise, so I don't have a lot of complaining to do.

Plus, I've had breakfast and coffee with an old friend this morning. No complaints. Life is good.

But ghaaaaaad, I want to be in two places at once. NOW, dammit. *stomps*

I double-booked myself today.

I have the carpet cleaners coming today. Jim's working.

There's no way I can get over to Gallie today. If I'm lucky, I might be able to wave goodbye as people are leaving.

*sigh* I may be able to get out to do the framing and such I need to do. I have a helluva lot of stuff to pack up to ship too.

Oh. I'll find things to do. There's always a list. That comes with home ownership.

It rained all last night and the sun just came out - the day looks to be *extremely* nice weather-wise, so I don't have a lot of complaining to do.

Plus, I've had breakfast and coffee with an old friend this morning. No complaints. Life is good.

But ghaaaaaad, I want to be in two places at once. NOW, dammit. *stomps*

Too much to do, too little time - da usual.

Went to Costco at lunchtime to do the grocery shopping, and discovered that they are taking contributions to the Red Cross at the registers...but also, they're matching them 100%.

There's also a bin to toss money into if you don't want anyone to know about it - so no excuses.

Niffy spiffy!

Was eaten whole by the Overbook Fairy, starting Saturday.

We tried to do the Chinese Food Festival. We got there, picked up caitlin at LA Union at nine or so (aimed for 8:30, failed miserably, should have gotten a clue then) and hit Nick's for breakfast.

Then we tried to do the festival. Folks, when it's 102 in Torrance, and you go further inland, it gets hotter. Then try to do something in a place that 100% concrete. Even under the tents, we were dying.

We used up our tickets and split, taking caitlin with us.

Going home, stepping into a house that was 87 inside, it was much cooler than where we had been, but still uncomfortable - and by now, all of us were showing signs of Too Much HOT at one time. Jim was determined to show Pulp Fiction to caitlin - me, I went back into the office where there was a tiny breeze and sat on the computer. Now we're working rude as well as hot and overbooked.

I took a look at Jim about 2:30, decided I felt worse than he looked, and he looked like a boiled lobster and called catsonmars to bow out of the plans we had made for Saturday night. I left a voicemail. Now that was my first mistake - should have followed it up, but after the movie was over, we went out to Souplantation, fed the three of us and Jim took caitlin back to the MTA station.

Me? Died. Fell dead to the world asleep for two hours.

When I woke up, and got up to get something from the kitchen, my bag started ringing. A call finally had gotten through while I was awake, and I had to apologize and explain to catsonmars what had happen, and sound immensely lame in the process.

Then I looked at the call log.

24 calls unanswered. 4 notifications. (I can't text back. Phone doesn't support it.)

Jim's awake. He never heard the phone ring.

It looks like someone never got the voicemail. I hate cell phone voicemail. It really is hit or miss on the best days.

So not only did I feel physically like two sacks of wet crap, I had treated someone who was doing me a really nice favor like three sacks of wet crap.

Hate the Overbook Fairy. Hate her like my bank.

Some people get to have a real bad guy for a nemesis. Me, I have the Overbook Fairy, born at Disneyland and raised on the 405 freeway. At rush hour.

She looks like Tinkerbell, a bit. Add 200 lbs, a pair of bifocals and a sneer. She sleeps on Thomas Guides, and eats the Calendar section of the Los Angeles Times with her cornflakes in the mornings. Ticketmaster pays HER. She's everyone's Auntie Mame - except she never does anything. She just arranges for you to do everything. All the time. And it all sounds good, worse.

She loves to find me things to do. All at once. And just when my better sense kicks in, she sidles up to me and whispers in my ear "you know you wanna do it. And if you don't do it NOW, you never will, sweetiecakes. You know it."

That's how I committed myself to a schedule on Saturday, fondly known as the Bataan Death March by Jim. (Thanks.) And fell down on my face trying it in heat that couldn't be escaped, let alone dealt with. (I was getting concerned when I discovered the Chinese Food Festival didn't have a single First-Aid station. Not one. This is a recipe for disaster. It was hot sitting on all that concrete, and they were charging $4 a bottle for water at the script stands. You could waltz over to the bakery and get the same bottle for a dollar, but still.) We left after less than two hours. And really, really paid for it.

Worse, my friends paid more than I did.

I have some serious karma to repay.

Sunday? I did the housework. And not much else. Oh, I took dinner to Jim at work because he worked a late shift to get the next weekend clear. It's only fair - he worked so I could have him to help me move kittens to riverheart's next weekend.

Yes, I am still overbooked. But at least now, I won't book anything else.

Dumbass of the week. Gomen nasai.

I really, really do know better.

But I have this nemesis, y'see. Some people have muses. Lucky bitches.

Was eaten whole by the Overbook Fairy, starting Saturday.

We tried to do the Chinese Food Festival. We got there, picked up caitlin at LA Union at nine or so (aimed for 8:30, failed miserably, should have gotten a clue then) and hit Nick's for breakfast.

Then we tried to do the festival. Folks, when it's 102 in Torrance, and you go further inland, it gets hotter. Then try to do something in a place that 100% concrete. Even under the tents, we were dying.

We used up our tickets and split, taking caitlin with us.

Going home, stepping into a house that was 87 inside, it was much cooler than where we had been, but still uncomfortable - and by now, all of us were showing signs of Too Much HOT at one time. Jim was determined to show Pulp Fiction to caitlin - me, I went back into the office where there was a tiny breeze and sat on the computer. Now we're working rude as well as hot and overbooked.

I took a look at Jim about 2:30, decided I felt worse than he looked, and he looked like a boiled lobster and called catsonmars to bow out of the plans we had made for Saturday night. I left a voicemail. Now that was my first mistake - should have followed it up, but after the movie was over, we went out to Souplantation, fed the three of us and Jim took caitlin back to the MTA station.

Me? Died. Fell dead to the world asleep for two hours.

When I woke up, and got up to get something from the kitchen, my bag started ringing. A call finally had gotten through while I was awake, and I had to apologize and explain to catsonmars what had happen, and sound immensely lame in the process.

Then I looked at the call log.

24 calls unanswered. 4 notifications. (I can't text back. Phone doesn't support it.)

Jim's awake. He never heard the phone ring.

It looks like someone never got the voicemail. I hate cell phone voicemail. It really is hit or miss on the best days.

So not only did I feel physically like two sacks of wet crap, I had treated someone who was doing me a really nice favor like three sacks of wet crap.

Hate the Overbook Fairy. Hate her like my bank.

Some people get to have a real bad guy for a nemesis. Me, I have the Overbook Fairy, born at Disneyland and raised on the 405 freeway. At rush hour.

She looks like Tinkerbell, a bit. Add 200 lbs, a pair of bifocals and a sneer. She sleeps on Thomas Guides, and eats the Calendar section of the Los Angeles Times with her cornflakes in the mornings. Ticketmaster pays HER. She's everyone's Auntie Mame - except she never does anything. She just arranges for you to do everything. All the time. And it all sounds good, worse.

She loves to find me things to do. All at once. And just when my better sense kicks in, she sidles up to me and whispers in my ear "you know you wanna do it. And if you don't do it NOW, you never will, sweetiecakes. You know it."

That's how I committed myself to a schedule on Saturday, fondly known as the Bataan Death March by Jim. (Thanks.) And fell down on my face trying it in heat that couldn't be escaped, let alone dealt with. (I was getting concerned when I discovered the Chinese Food Festival didn't have a single First-Aid station. Not one. This is a recipe for disaster. It was hot sitting on all that concrete, and they were charging $4 a bottle for water at the script stands. You could waltz over to the bakery and get the same bottle for a dollar, but still.) We left after less than two hours. And really, really paid for it.

Worse, my friends paid more than I did.

I have some serious karma to repay.

Sunday? I did the housework. And not much else. Oh, I took dinner to Jim at work because he worked a late shift to get the next weekend clear. It's only fair - he worked so I could have him to help me move kittens to riverheart's next weekend.

Yes, I am still overbooked. But at least now, I won't book anything else.

Dumbass of the week. Gomen nasai.

I really, really do know better.

But I have this nemesis, y'see. Some people have muses. Lucky bitches.