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Thursday, June 29, 2006

FUG Thursday - I got nuthin

Yeah, I am not prepared for this week's installment of FUG Thursday. Here is the thing. I am starting my new job on 07/24 and until then, I am taking it majorly easy. I mean, EASY. My hubs has taken to only shaking his head in disbelief in the utter lack of movement of his wife. When I tell you that I am doing the bare minimum as far as anything, I am so not being dramatic. I have informed him that for the next 3.5 weeks, the lack of movement will only go up exponentially as the day that I start my new job looms closer. Now, please don't misunderstand - I am thrilled to be starting a new chapter of my life. I think this job is going to be the bomb diggity. I am way psyched. However, my time of taking breaks when I want and chilling out when I want and running errands whenever I see fit is rapidly coming to a close. I will actually have to adhere to a schedule. I left the firm when the hurricane blew through and I don't regret it for a moment. I have become super duper spoiled in my new schedule free life. Therefore, my point is that I am going to soak up every moment of being a bum until the last moment before I sign in on my computer in the guest room/my new office. I figure that by the week before I start my job, I will be such a slug that I will need to use a breathing machine because inhaling will just be way too much to handle.

Well, the mother's home. Lord help us all. My mom is a very nice woman. Truly. She does not have a bitchy, nasty bone in her body. However, she can drive me nuts like no other can. I am not going to go into major detail, but basically due to some ailments that she has suffered, she is now on a medical disability. My main problem with her is that she tends to act helpless and "forgetful" and blame it either on getting older (she is 61, not 90) or the fact that her mind is not what it used to be. Frankly, I think it's all bullshit. I am so fucking tired of hearing "You did not tell me that" or "Oh I must have forgot" or my personal fave "Wait til you are 61." My childhood with my mother was difficult. I feel that I would be disloyal if I went into all the ways in which my life with her has fucked me up, but suffice it to say, that most of my neuroses stem directly from about a five year block of my life. I just go with the company line that she did her best with what she had to give and try to move on. Anyways, our relationship has its ups and downs. Maybe I will go into more details another time.

So anyway, the content of my days are going to be as follows - get up without aid of an alarm clock, take a shower at some point after I check my email and do online banking, perhaps put make up on if I will come into contact with other humans, watch Young and the Restless and send Kami updates on what either pissed me off or flipped me out that day (I'm sure that is the highlight of her day), eat lunch, run an errand or two, hang with the hubs if he is home, finally finish the entire Dawson's Creek series (I am on the final season as I type), see if I can get through Season 2 of Gilmore Girls (not ONE word), watch as many other Netflix movies I can cram in the next few weeks, and basically be a bum. Oh I am also trying to read a good bit because I am still trying to do the 50 book challenge this year and I am sure that once I start slaving away again, my reading time may be limited. Tammy has asked me a few times where on earth I find the time to read, but y'all forget I don't have kids. I mean, I see my friends with kids and how just gone they are once the little ones get to bed. I don't have that issue currently. Once the house work is done, other work is done, and stuff like that, my time is my own. I'm sure once a mini-SFG comes barrelling into this world guns blazing, I will read way less. :)

OK, I am outta here to go pick up the hub's prescriptions. How the fuck DARE HE assume I should leave the house today? Geeeeeezzzzz, some people.....

Elizabeth at 12:03 PM

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at 12:56 PM Blogger Sea_creature said...

Good for you, enjoy the last of the free time. You SO deserve it because you did work hard to get this new job.

You know, I have a similiar relationship with my mom. I love her so much, but many of my little quirks and problems stem from a certain time in my life as well. Catholic elementary school is a lot of it, but the way my mom treated me contributed, too.

She blames a lot of her impatience, misunderstanding, mood swings and frustration on the fact that she is (was) diabetic. She got the insuline dependent diabetes (gotta inject insuline 'cause her pacreas just shut down) at 26. Took her and doctors quite a while to get that shit under control. Of course we've had our talks and she apologizes profusely for the things she did... But still, it's amazing how children absorb that shit and it affects them later in life.

ANYWAY...babble babble... Have a lovely!

 
at 1:01 PM Blogger Unknown said...

Wow. That sounds excellent.

While I get up without the aid on an actual alarm clock there's usually a two year-old who is freakishly staring me in the face somewhere around 6 AM at which point she gets launched into our bed so we can sleep for another 45 minutes or so.

I'm jealous. Enjoy!

Oh...the mom thing, yeah, you know I understand, honey!

 
at 2:45 PM Blogger Kat said...

I second what Shelley said - git your arse down to H-town. We won't make you do anything more than reach into the cooler to get another beer. :)

 
at 3:44 PM Blogger Nap Queen said...

Okay, that is going to be the best schedule EVER and hey, I have Gilmore Girls in my queue, too, along with Felicity. Whatevs. So, um, you should be sending ME Y&R updates since I'm sitting at a desk all day long :)

 
at 5:39 PM Blogger Tammy said...

Dude. How do I get on the SFG pissed off notification list?

 
at 11:23 PM Anonymous Anonymous said...

Enjoy your time off. And good luck starting a new chapter in your life.

I love my mom LOTS, but she is very VERY passive aggressive. UGH!

 
at 12:17 AM Blogger Kami said...

I do so enjoy your previews of Y&R.

 
at 9:03 AM Blogger Wendy aka Cheeky said...

OH yes! Watch as much Y&R as possible - I keep my calendar free during that time (no calls) so I can do my paperwork and watch Y&R!

Relax as much as possible....enjoy it!

 
at 11:45 AM Blogger Melanie said...

I am so very jealous that you have all this free time. I would do absolutely nothing either. Don't blame you. That sucks that you will have to be on a schedule soon.

In my eyes you are a hero to have your mom LIVING with you. I could never do that. I still have unresolved issues with my mom.

 

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