Hullo, all.
Well, this week is, amazingly, almost over. I guess it really didn't take much to begin, seeing as we had a holiday Monday, so work didn't start 'til Tuesday, and here we are at Thursday. Crazy. We had a nice, leisurely weekend. Spent it at the 'rents house, poolside mostly. In between swimming, Jeremy played video games with the boys, while my Mom and I cooked (beer simmered brats on the grill Sunday, smoked pork ribs on Monday!) It was nice to not do anything except relax, and occasionally, rotate the food on the grill. I don't think I got any sun, though. Had the sunscreen on all the time--don't feel like burning. Jeremy was more daring, going out unprotected, and then he'd turn red for the day, but now he's back to normal. With all the research being done on skin cancer nowadays, no longer to I desire to lounge in the sun just to "soak". Besides, I get enough color from my genes. :-) And driving around all day for work. At least one of my arms is nicely tanned.
Holy crap it's been hot! Every time I get in my car the past 3 days, it reads at least 90, and sometimes, 101, 102, 103, even 104! I'm normally not an AC person, but this week, I've made an exception! I wouldn't mind it cooling off a bit--don't get me wrong, I love the warm weather, but this is sick... with the humidity that sticks to you long after you've gone indoors... yuck!
That's alright, though... I'll be poolside again THIS weekend! Tomorrow night we're going to a "Jason-is-leaving-VA-and-moving-back-to-NYC-see-him- one-last-time-before-he-goes" Party at TGI Fridays in Sterling. It'll be nice to see him and the old gang (the guys I used to work with when I worked at EB Games in Dulles) again. Juan (John) Barbados... Barraldo (Barry).... yeah, it'll be a nice night. Only downside is that it doesn't start 'til 10 pm--I'm usually in bed by then. So Jeremy's gonna hafta drive, and we're sleeping in Saturday!
Saturday is party time at the parents house again, only this time, it's several baptism, and then lots of food. My Mom can't do things the simple, easy way, so you know there'll be lots of good food, and plenty of pool for everyone. Sounds relaxing.
On a sour note, I've 'bout had it with the cat... I was thinking about it last night, about when the baby's here and what that's going to be like... Well, I only see the cat getting in the way. If I were one of those "cat people" that didn't mind the cat being everywhere, and on everything, including the baby's crib, or stroller, then all would be well in the land of Jess. But I'm NOT one of those people. I'm one of those people that freak when I see him jump on the kitchen chair because he may jump again onto the table... or, jump on the couch, and walk along the back of it towards me, just to try to sneak on my lap while I'm busy uploading stores for work or something... Okay, the abomination MEOWS at the top of his lungs every time he hears me get up to pee in the middle of the night (which nowadays is at least 2x a night, usually 3). Yesterday, I was on a conference call for work, and he was trying to pull himself underneath the door to get in (there's about a 1.5 inch gap), crying like he was DYING the whole time! Jeremy just says, "Well, you should have just let him in." Yes, I could have, but then he'd be jumping on my bureau, or on the end tables (both no-no's), or attacking my foot under the blanket, or trying to get under the blanket, or lay on my legs and dig his long talons into my flesh, all while purring ("'cause he loooooooves me"). I don't know what to do... I'm at wits end. I'm not gonna be able to have my Mom come over and help with the baby because of the damn cat. I won't be able to have all my friends over to see the baby because of the damn cat. And gosh darnit, there's no way I'll be able to fall back asleep after getting up every few hours for feeding an diaper changes in the middle of the night, because of the damn cat (oh you KNOW he'll be meowing up a storm every time, thinking it's play time for him.... no no no...) So I don't know what to do. It's not like I can make him "disappear"... Jeremy would know I had something to do with it, and that would probably harm our marriage a bit... I've thought about taking him to meet the 'puppies' across the street at the dog park, but the damn cat is afraid to step a paw outside this house, let alone downstairs and across the street. Maybe we'll just take him for a long car drive... he freaks out in the car... he does this meow-panting thing... It's actually pretty funny... it's like, "Meoooooow-pant-pant-pant-pant-pant-MEOOOOOWWWWW-
pant-pant-pant-pant-pant-MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!" Well, funny in a sick, twisted, hateful kinda way I guess. CAN YOU TELL I DON'T CARE VERY MUCH FOR THIS CREATURE?!?! CAN I BE ANY MORE CLEAR?!?!! Jeremy's still in denial. He says I just need to get over it and learn to control my temper.
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I'm in control. :-)
So what will the future hold for this Spawn of Satan, this 'Big Fella'?!?!?!?!?!?! Only time will tell (I certainly will! Jeremy's either going to 'let it go' and find a good home for him to be happy in, or we'll just go for a nice....... looooooooong........... ride..... Surely someone in West VA would like a cute kitty to play with... or to eat... do they eat cats in West VA? I'm sure someone does...) :-)
I'm kidding of course.... ;-)
I'd say you could bring him over here, but you already know Musette and him don't get along. :(
ReplyDeleteMaybe Musette should come over here... Then he'd be hiding all the time, afraid to show his face, in the small chance she would see him.... But then I'd have her jumping on the furniture instead.
ReplyDeleteOi... Can't win. :-)