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My sorry butt was dragging all day. No hangover, just lack of sleep! Monday
night I was stressing about the presentation to Management and last night it
was Racer Boy and his sister! I had started off the evening drinking wine and
having pizza with R and K. R wanted a shot or two of the Fireball, so I brought
that out. I finished the wine and
drank a margarita. Racer was taking too long getting to the house and they had
to leave. When Racer arrives, he wants a shot of tequila…so naturally, being
the responsible hostess I am, I had to have one too. So it was Patron down.
Then we cracked pistachios, drank beer and chatted. I then made the switch to Fireball. UGH. It was a late night.
However, Dizzy always drinks lots of water when she consumes alcohol so
she won’t have a hangover the next day…and I didn’t.
It was a busy
day at work also. I despise costing and budget meetings. I don’t know how
number crunchers do it on a day in/day out basis. I did get to strategize with my team, so that’s always good.
My team makes being a project
manager easier than people think it is.
People always ask me how I do it, and how they couldn’t stand the job
(like me and number crunchers), etc.
I do stuff, but it’s always the team that makes or breaks the
project. They make me look
good! This is why Dizzy will be
opening her home next month for a BBQ for the team members. I will not be
consuming copious amounts of alcohol because my team is not allowed to see
their PM lose control! And that is that!
I heard from my Boy yesterday. He’s so awesome.
He was frustrated with a conversation he had with his Nana (my
mother). I had to remind him of
Einstein’s definition of Insanity, and that he was expecting a different
outcome from his Nana that he’s never going to get. I also reminded him of the
reasons behind Nana’s behavior, and that cooled his heels. My boy is feisty and he gets it from
his fierce Mom. I even said “You’re taking after your Mother” and he said
“What?” I forgot…He refers to my
sister as “Mother” and me as “Mom”.
Poor Kid, I don’t know how he does it, but he handles the whole mess
well and I’m extremely proud of him. He made the transition from Nephew to Son
quite well, but I am the one constant in his life and he does take after
me…good and bad. I adore him.
I did call back the 32 year old "N" and let him know that I haven't found his tool. I also let him know that I wasn't home, but feel free to come by and look. I told K about it and she said, you know that isn't the reason he wants to come by, and he wants to come by when you're home. I said that I realized that, but HE'S 32! The age old question...how young is too young? We already covered that topic in a previous blog, but I really didn't realize that I was going to run into this issue as often as I have so far. I really thought my issue would be that I never meet anyone and how do I get out and do that. No...my issue is frakking Cradle Robbing! Great..... And those of you doing the math...I realize he's 8 years older than my boy, so according to my rules, I would be ok. You know, I don't want to turn into the kind of person that sleeps with just anyone. I'm picky! I have standards, and I'd like to keep those. He does meet all my standards...it's just...never mind!
The next 5 weeks is going to be crunch time because I'm taking the last two weeks of May off and getting me some beach time. It may not be Mexico, but I anticipate fun, Tequila, Fireball and the ocean soothing a soul that has had the shit beat out of it the last 6 months. Even today, I received news of a special person in my life testing positive for cervical cancer. I just broke out crying at my desk (and I fucking hate to cry at work!), but I know that cervical cancer is beatable and chances are good that surgery will take care of everything. I just wish I was with her, just as I know K wishes the same. And when the time comes, I will be. So the ocean can't come soon enough.
I think I'm ending this episode with the following....
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