Tuesday, August 24, 2010

WTF just happened here?!?

O Hai, kids! Sorry I've been absent, but things got a little wacky around here last week. Good news is that I have a new game to play:
How much can I vent without violating Someone's privacy and/or hurting Someone's feelings?
This should be fun!

So... last week I ended up having to play adult and it sucked. I had to nut up and decide how to take care of Someone (who does not live with me) who was VERY VERY ill. Got the shit scared out of me in the process when I realized I had NO IDEA what the hell I was doing but other people assumed I did.

Man, talk about humbling.

It took a lot of fumbling and bumbling (with several hours of laying awake in the dark staring at the ceiling) but I think we finally got things set up where I won't have to do that again any time soon. And I must've done something right, 'cause Someone has recovered to the point where Someone is pissed at me for being too bossy. According to Mr. B's English-to-B-Family dictionary, that most likely translates to a hearty "Thanks, and good job!"

In other news, Young Son is just about to turn 11 this week. He's maturing fast (and breaking his mother's heart in the process) and has been toying with the notion of jobs he could have as a teenager. He's decided he could work at the day care he's gone to for the past six years, or at a restaurant, but he insists it would have to be a family-owned restaurant, not a chain. Apparently that's important.

The other day I got a txt msg from The Ex:
Quote of the day from YS while watching the septic guy clean the tank: "That's not such a bad job. I think I'll do it when I grow up. For two years."
Sure, it's not exactly a mother's dream, but at least he'd have a steady paycheck. And after watching my follow-her-dreams actor-child's painful struggle toward her goals, I'd take a steady paycheck even if it did come with a certain... je ne sais quoi.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Wish I had a camera...

Recreation of the best bumper sticker of the week:


Thursday, August 5, 2010

It's all relative

The highlight of this week is that Sis finally did get her final diagnosis, and it's Not Great, but at least it's not Very Bad as we had feared. The five year survival rate for her condition is 50%.

Here's a perfect example of how fucked up my life is right now: That that counts as Very Good News. As Mr. B so succinctly put it, "I'd take a 50% survival rate right now."

That, of course, made me think of this...

"Oh, we used to dream of living in a corridor..."