All good things

After taking a four day weekend, during which I didn't do a whole hell of a lot of anything, I have to go back to work tomorrow. I cannot say I'm excited about it because I left a lot to do in my hurry to get the hell out of the building.

I can say that I did get a couple of things done. A couple more boxes emptied. Some things moved around in the house so at least the dining room table is where it should be. If I can get a couple more of those things done, I'll be good to go.

Of course, I still haven't had many people over. A friend of mine dropped by today. It makes the place a little bit more mine when I can show it to people. The guys from work still haven't made it by. I'm not going to sweat it too much. My family will be out in a couple of weeks so I'm sure I'll have a good time then. Of course, when my sister comes, she's bringing her rott Shelly. I'm sure the three cats will enjoy that. I expect a lot of hiding that weekend. Which will probably help my mother breathe, as she is allergic to cats.

I still haven't heard back from my new Dr. about the bloodtests she ran. I guess I'll call tomorrow. She already gave me celebrex for the arthritis (!!!!) I have in my ankle. She also gave me this feel good med call Lexpro. Back on antidepressents. She probably did that because I told her I was binge eating. I don't think you are supposed to see your dr.'s eye's get big when you tell her all the things that you do wrong, but oh well. She also ordered me to go to Weight Watcher's, but I haven't checked that out yet. There is something about going to this group meeting and getting weighed in front of a group that gives me the heebee geebees. (I'm pretty sure that isn't the correct spelling, but I'm not about to look that one up.)

Well, I hear a cigarette calling my name, the kids want to take one last romp around the yard to stalk things and then I'm off to bed. Wish me luck tomorrow.

Pout

So I need to take a minute to pout because I'm seriously cranky about something and then I'll let it lie.

My sister, sorry, one of my sister's, told me yesterday that she isn't going to be able to come out with the rest of the family because she has an exam that week. Which I do completely understand, however, it sucks. I just want to be able to show off my house to my friends, but no one in town has been able to come by because we are in our busy season and everyone else lives too damn far away. I want to show off the place to my family, but one sister isn't coming, another one can only stay for one night and my mom is allergic to my cats, so I'm sure she and dad won't be staying long.

This bites.

Bizarre dreams

So I've been having wierd dreams for a little bit now, but I have to tell someone about the dream I had this afternoon while I was taking a nap. (Which, by the way, I don't feel any more rested.) So anyway, William, who is my assistant, showed up at my house, which has moved closer to a downtown area complete with trains, and trellises and lots of stairs leading down streets to a river. Anyway, he dropped by so we could go out and while we are trying to find an open bar, we came across Chris Noth, but in the dream he was Gene Kelly (you know, looked like Chris Noth, but was really Gene Kelly. Am I the only one who does this?) and he was drunk off his ass. So I decided to help him. William wanted me to leave him so I could find some cute booty and go to town, but I was determined. We kept climbing these stairs and ladders and whatever else it took to get back to my car.
Then, he moved in for a kiss (he being Chris Noth) but instead turned his head and barfed all over the place. I thought I was going to be ill myself and fought to keep my stomach down, but woke up fairly soon after that and didn't feel ill at all.

But I have to go know because I'm having a meeting at work tonight and I should probably prepare a little.