yah, i know

i suck. I want to be here more often, i try to be here more often. It's that whole having enough time thing. It's not that I have nothing to say, lord knows anyone who knows me knows i always have something to say!

Tax season will end, it will, and then i shall return on a more regular basis.

You missed big news. HUGE news. I quit Crumby's. Mmmmhmmm. I did. And it's fabulous. Fabulous I tell you. Now i just work 6 days a week in my office and I get Sunday off. I have now had two glorious Sunday's off and let me tell you, I fucking love Sunday. I might be cleaning or putzing or just doing nothing and i fucking love it. I have new found appreciation for a day off. Not hard to do considering I went about 2 months without a day off. I don't recommend it. It sucks the life out of your soul.

And yes, on my way to my office on Saturdays I drive by Crumby's and I point and laugh and yell so long suckahs. Muhhhaaahaaaa

Let's see, what else. The twenchettes are doing well. They have made their mama proud. Very proud indeed. They're doing well ovah at casa de twench. Oh don't get me wrong, I'm no fool. I know they have their occassional drunken party, and they leave way to many lights on, and i'll bet they don't brush their teeth everyday, but yanno what? That's part of growing up and learning to be a self sufficient adult. They're figuring it out, and doing a damn fine job of it. I salute them. Guess with which finger.

How are Dino and I. Two guesses, the first one doesn't count I can honestly tell you that even when I'm stressed about work or whatevah and he is grating on my last nerve, because, well he is still a man and they'll do that to you, even at those moments, I can look you in the eye and tell you that I love him more and more each day. I can tell you that I can't imagine my life without him, hell, I can't remember my life before him. It's like he has always been there, silently beside me, holding me up and waiting for that moment when he could just say "hey baby".

Yes, I do make myself sick sometimes

Post Karen there were times when the moments of doubt would creep in. You know those moments. The ones where you think is this real? Is he going to bolt again? Am I going to get another phone call that says I need some time? Those moments are few and far between now. Very few and far between. I only have to look at him to know he loves me. I don't know how I know that, I just do.

I'm not saying that we float through life like some sappy Lifetime movie. We're real people, with jobs and kids and bills and mortgages and cars and furnaces that break down. Let's face it, sometimes all that shit hits the fan and it's not always easy. The difference for me now versus the past 45 years is that I know, at the end of the day, I can put all that aside for a little bit and just be. Just being is a good thing.

Right now, I'm sitting at Casa de Twench because, one again, there's no fucking heat in this place. Which really fucking annoys me since I've spent ovah $600 in the past two months on that fucking furnace and frankly, i don't know what parts are left to replace. I'm waiting for someone, of the 45 fucking repair people I've called, to call me back. I'm not holding out a lot of hope that my phone will ring. Bastids. Yes, yes I did call the gas co. They told me they have no one available till tomorrow. I actually expected the guy on the othah end of the phone to say "sucks to be you". I hate them. Mmmhmmmm. I do.

Dino is off with his son at a meeting for baseball, the gas co. doesn't give a shit, and I'm fucking cold. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

This too shall pass. It will. Maybe not tonight, but tomorrow if all else fails I will suck it up and call the gas co and take the stinkin appt they have available. Yanno, the one where they say they will be here between 12 and 4 and then they will show up at 6. They're assholes that way.

The Twenchettes are out and then going to stay with friends. Friends who actually have heat. I'll stay here until Dino is out of his meeting and if no one calls me back, and you know they won't, I will go home. Home sweet fucking home. Upon arrival I shall eat copious amounts of cookies. It's purely medicinal though. Cookies are known to warm a cold body quicker than any othah food. It's true. I sweah. Google it.