Various Updates
The trip to see my sister in Washington was great. I'll have to log on from work to post a picture, but suffice to say we all had a great time. Sparkycus went skiing for the first time and I got to be bossed around by my big sister. Glad to come home, can't wait to go back!
I wound up buying a new vehicle. A million thanks to my local Suzuki dealer for being desperate enough to get rid of inventory that they gave me almost 5k more than my Grand Am was worth so that I would no longer be a negative equity victim. I am now the thrilled owner of a 2006 Grand Vitara. I swore I would never buy a brand new vehicle, but MAN did I get a great deal! Besides, it'll be paid off when Sparkycus leaves for college. He can drive a piece of poop for high-school ('builds character!) then set off in a safer vehicle when he moves out. I'm sure by then I'll be ready for something new, anyway. Sorry, since I'm a boy I haven't taken any pictures of it.
Work is still there. I took today off for migraine therapy (sleep, drugs and later caffeine. so much so that I have the shakes so bad I look like an addict) and am going to hate myself tomorrow. Such is life, right?
We're going to Red Wing, MN for camping and a dinner cruise to celebrate my MIL's birthday this weekend. She's not camping, of course ... that's for us kids. We have crazy ideas of what's fun!
Sparkycus' girlfriend dumped him. They went to the fair with her family and he (in true "I'm practicing to be whipped" mode) did everything she said, including going on every ride possible immediately after scarfing down fresh cut fries and lemonade on a hot day. Needless to say, he barfed on a ride. Her Dad called to let us know we needed to come pick up Senor Pukester and she was nowhere in sight. 'Little bitch didn't even have the common courtesy to stay with him until his ride came. I know, I know, she's in junior high. I don't care. (see Mama Bear reference in previous post.) Three gueses who won't go near fresh cut fries or lemonade anymore?
The mock orange propogation mocked me. Hardcore. Instead, we put our man-eating lillies (seriously, they're like 4 feet tall and wrap around your legs when you pass) from the front walk to the spot I had planned on planting the mock orange's in. It seemed to have worked, and I planted some pansy-ass girly flowers in that bed instead. Man, what I would give to have a handyman ... well, handy. 'Somebody who would take one look, know what to do and just take care of it. Sometimes I think being an adult really, really bites.
I was going to post a picture from our family outing on the 4th of July but Blogger is being a bizzatch. I hope everyone's 4th was as great as mine. It served as a reminder that we need to do things as a family more often that don't involve my "we can do "X" after we accomplish "Y & Z" edict.