Title: Baching it
Music du jour: Harry the Bastard, Club H
The rain outside
It's raining. Rain and thunderstorms are my favorite thing in the world. They make me either introspective or hormonal. Yes, I know that's oversharing. But seriously, have you ever made love when there's a thunderstorm outside? Neither have I, but I plan to. Real soon. As Moni said the other day: "Thunder crash, lightning flash, suck nipple, stroke flesh, ORGASM!" It almost has a ring of poetry to it.
Ian is gone to Toronto to visit his brother, Bill and Steve are both at work, and I have the house pretty much to myself tonight. I had forgotten the advantages of being single. I can turn the music up loud and stay up late. I can eat anything I want and only have to clean up my own dishes (well, not like I ever do that anyway). I can rewind the AbFab Moments video and watch it as MANY DAMN TIMES AS I LIKE, and nobody is around to say shit about it. Oh, and let us not forget: I can walk around in my house in my underwear. Bachelor life.
Of course, the disadvantage is I can't cook. Yes, I'm a 27-year-old married woman with a house and a career, and I can barely boil water. It's my shame. Not enough of a shame for me to do anything about it, of course, but even so. So I'm eating pot pies tonight and shooing the fuzzballs away from my supper. Little shits, every one of them.
I'm a SysAdmin and I'm Okay
The bossman is going to suffer. He's dumped a very large to-do list on my head, all of which has to be done by the end of the week, of course. There are twenty Unix servers of some flavor in our machine room; I have to give him a list of all the packages, all the services, the third party software and general information on the OS level and kernel version... by close of business tomorrow.
Argh.
Needless to say, I've been a mite busy today. My Wednesday was fraught with government obstinance and schmoozing with my real estate broker. We may eventually get the townhouse sold and get the mortgage payment off our backs. This is what being a grownup is all about, you know: making double house payments and sweating the car payment at the same time. Are we having fun yet? Chuck Nelson, the wonderful guy who sold us the house in the first place, is going to save my neck and find me a buyer. Never mind that the house isn't showable; it's not even cleaned out yet. Real Soon Now(tm) we're going to get up there one more time with a truck and shovel everything out the back door.
The other half of my afternoon was taken up trying in vain to get my driver's license back. Due to a beaurecratic mix-up, Colorado seems to think my Mississippi license ws suspended way back in the day. Mississippi says it wasn't, and I have the paper to prove it. Unfortunately, the cop who pulled me over and took my license away mispronounced "Oklahoma" as "Mississippi". sigh. Once I get the ticket paid in Oklahoma (that I completely forgot about) I can get my little piece of plastic again. Yay.
I'm going to eat another pot pie now and go to bed.
-- marcie.