What the hell?

Tummy full, must die now.

oooooooof.

Made a variation of the Martha's butternut squash risotto. Dear lordy, that was good. Forget about the fat. Think about the warm comfort associated with something like this. So what if I've just cut my lifespan by 2 years, I'll die happy:)

I was uber pissed off after She made Her grand entrance this evening. Her 1/2 sister figured out the Grand Madame was leaving earlier than planned and burst into tears, slamming doors, and acting like the 12 year old she is. OF course my brother is the evil one. Never mind that She regularly states that moving is necessary "because she doesn't want to raise Caylin anymore." As if. Damn woman is never home. Like a moron I was offering the upset child opportunities to see her sis. I've given the little brat pictures without so much as a thanks, and she's completely not following house rules by letting the girl doggie in the house. (I had copies specifically made of photos of Caylin on Halloween, the pooches, her sis, etc. Gee willagers, that was rewarding.)

OH! And don't get me started on her favorite phone buddy. At the drop of a hat she'll run to the phone to talk with Debbie. Debbie stayed for seven months - rent free in this very house. They set up an extra twin bed IN Caylin's room. You may already be raising an eyebrow, but turn around so I can smack your butt.

Debbie is 3 7 y e a r s o l d.

Caylin learned about her sis moving out from Debbie. Does this woman have any common sense? eGads. And she's tossing words around like 'divorce' before She, or Caylin's Dad, have had a chance to sit down and sort things out. Hallo. Moronic woman. I feel like pranking her. And I just might. (How childish is that? If I drink enough of something strong, who knows....bru har har.)

I'm sooo tired from today. Getting up that early was painful. I was on time for my interviews, and they went ok. I wasn't nervous because I caught a really good friend at home, and had a wonderful chat. With my shoulders squared, and my chin high I walked in to fill out the longest application ever. And my super-snazzy pen my brother loaned me died mid-app. Symbolic?

The HR woman loved me, but I'm not sure how the Director of IT felt. He laughed alot at what I was saying (not sure if that's good or bad?:) The afternoon meeting with the recruiter was awesome, and I'm hopeful that Susan (who is from Dayton) will sincerely help me find a job that's challenging and quasi-rewarding. The best part of our conversation was during the dollar chapter. According to her, I'm lowballing myself. Yeehah. ANyway, she's nice and kind of like a teeny little grand-aunt. Next time I'll suggest we meet over tea.

After driving home in the rain with people completely incapacitated by the fear of rain, I help the brother disassemble the boys bunk beds. We loaded those puppies into the van, and I started washing the boy's blankets. (Hey, I'll do anything to smooth the removal of evil.) I plan on taking a bubble bath, making a drink, and snoozing early. Totally lame, but that's all I want to do. brb.

posted by irene @ 11/08/2002 11:22:00 PM