Friday, June 5, 2020

Five on Friday #234

EINS - Random Shit

Me: Alexa, play Top Country on Amazon Music everywhere.
Alexa: Playing Top Country on the everywhere group from Amazon music.
Spot starts playing Lady Gaga - Stupid Love.
Me: Alexa fucking cancel.  What the fucking fuck?


Gentle Readers, I am not a HUGE Lord of the Rings fan.  I'll admit it.  BUUUTTTT.. Josh Gad has been doing these Reunited Apart videos and he brought most of the LOTR main cast together via Zoom and it was a fabulous way to spend an hour of my life.  And at the end Pippin sang us out and I actually teared up.  They were all so excited to hang out together (abet in a virtual setting) and it was just so great to see that.


Now, the reason I found the LOTR Reunited Apart video was because I was letting the "Stream to Donate" video play while I was working and I forgot to check it.  I'm not sure if it actually works, but I figured it couldn't hurt.


I have decided that the meaner I am when I review your personal documents (resume/cover letter/paper/etc), the more I love you.  I show my love in strange ways, Gentle Readers....


I'm not sure I'm going to keep playing WoW because it is such a time commitment.  I know, that's kinda the point, but I'm mostly playing alone and that isn't nearly as fun as playing with other people and finding groups to do difficult quests is annoying 90% of the time.  There are some other tasks that I would like to take care of, so maybe I just need to be very specific with my time and play WoW last.  It's just hard because playing is enjoyable for the most part.  It feels comforting, as weird as that is/seems.

This fucking shit happened and I almost lost my mind.
Player1: Fort buff!
Player2: NOW.
(I buffed both being nice before I saw these comments in the chat)
Player2: GOOD GIRL.
Me to Player2: How about you go fuck yourself with your demeaning bullshit.
Player2: I love you more.

I had to tell myself that a few assholes aren't all assholes and move along.  It was EXTREMELY difficult because a button was HULKSMASHED and I knew that was a fight I wouldn't win because it's the internet.

But later I ended up running an instance with a decent group of goofs and we managed to 2/3/4 man a 5 man instance at different points, soooo ya know, adventures.

TL;DR: I'm a nerd.


My brain loves sequences of numbers.  So the fact that this post #234 makes me smile.  When the clock says 12:34, lurve (btw this only happens once a day in this house since we run on military/German time).


I guess people at work thought I haven't been doing work and I finally had to break down the process of doing technical writing/editing to the scrum master so the people complaining about a project's documentation not being complete would STFU.

I had to explain that:

  • I translate technical into human with absolutely ZERO reference to what is being discussed.  This means making assumptions and doing research and having to sometimes ask the technician who wrote the garbildy-gook wtf they are talking about and they have no idea because they wrote it potentially more than 6 months ago.  Oh yeah, and sometimes, what they wrote doesn't even apply anymore because of the things that have changed in that 6 months.
  • I am correcting their lack of proper English skills. Capitalizing proper nouns, putting in periods.  All shit that these people with college degrees should know how to do and if they'd actually DO IT, it would save me a LOT of time.
  • Adding in the markup formatting for the Asciidoc format we are using, in addition to learning Asciidoc, is also time consuming.. Because... the techs definitely don't know this markup language, but they know potentially another, different markup language and they used THOSE rules for THIS markup and it doesn't work... AND it's inconsistent since the documents were written by several different techs all using whatever markup they "thought was best", which makes all the documentation look like garbage.
  • Our review was at the end of April and technically I'm not finished with those corrections because... the techs ADDED MORE DOCUMENTATION AFTER THE REVIEW.  Cooooooooool.  (and because of some fuck-off-ary due to the fact that I'd rather clean all the toilets in my house every day than have to deal with one of the tech's writing.)


I'm trying to get on the self-education train and read these books about race that I've had for over a year.  Reading them isn't the difficult part.  It's the carving out time to sit down with a book that is the problem.


So I've decided that I'm not allowed to play WoW until my to-do pile in the office is handled. 
That includes:

  • Getting rid of my GTMO conch shells that I do not intend to keep (or at least determining new homes for them).
  • Determining photos for frames that have been empty since.... we moved into the house.
  • Editing necessary photos for frames.
  • Ordering said photos for frames.
  • Ordering a shadowbox for my Navy I *heart* me box.  This is made more complicated and expensive that it needs to be because the flags flown for me in GTMO were 4x6 instead of the standard 3x5. Fuckers.
  • Determining what to do with the 25+ Princess House lead crystal figurines that I discovered under the conch shells.
  • Getting rid of my old glasses (what does one do with old prescription eye glasses?) and empty cases.
  • Tossing or donating this Manic Panic bleach kit.
  • Getting rid of my non-kept Citadel school papers/work.


Know what I hate?  Waiting.  For all my years in the military, everything was always "hurry up and wait" and I don't do well in that circumstance.  Granted, I learned how to endure it, but I'm in another of those seasons and it's difficult for me.  I graduated and I want to use my degree NAOWWW, or more like yesterday, but I have to be patient for things to fall into place/to get my Sec+ cert/get some technical experience.

In my rage of job applying, I updated my LinkedIn so recruiters have been finding my profile and emailing me.  My BIGGEST fear is leaving the safety and security of current Company only to find myself in a similar situation wherever I go. 

That said, I also applied for federal positions, so if I actually make it to the interview/hiring stages of any of those positions, I'd have to debate whether to leave the probable higher pay of the contracting world for potentially less pay but more security for a government position.

I acknowledge the privilege I have of even having options like this, but I did also work my ass off to get here, so I'm grateful and proud of where I am.

ZWEI - Money Shit

-Sunglasses.. because I have fucking problem.
-Heartworm prevention for the beasts.  I give up on this liquid/topical application shit.  I'll donate it and it will be gone.  I'm horrible about NOT giving it to them because it was topical and well, that's no bueno.
-Groceries (ok, it was only almond milk and juice, but they might kill us because I forgot them in the car for 6 hours, but they were in my insulated bag sooo meeeyyybbeee not?  IDK, if we die we die.)
-Hairs did. (*Praise hands*)
-McGriddle + sweet tea = fatty.
-2020 Graduation virtual run registration.
-This spray that I shouldn't have wasted my money on for 2 hot spots on Sandy that are healing, but the vet talked me into it saying it might be viral or ringworm....

DREI - From My Phone Shit

Floofernoodle and I explored the grassy field beside the vet's office before her acupuncture appointment.
She would sniff and sniff and explore all day if I'd let her.

This goof.


When you need a little boost.

This bite from a mysterious creature was hard and swollen and HUGE and I did not like it one bit.

When Husband raves over a helmet because it's the same color as his bike and "how cool would it be?!"
And soo you file it away as a future Christmas/Bday gift (because for $600, it would definitely be a combined gift).

You can almost kinda see just how much longer/bigger Sandy is than Pax in this photo.

And this floofy Monkey-Doodle. Lurve her.

VIER - From the Internet Shit

Ya know what, I'm not gonna bother because this space would be filled ways to better yourself to fight a long fight that people have already been fighting without us (us being white people).  You need to find some resources that are NOT your friends of color and enlighten yourself in the ways you ARE privileged and how seeing color is far more effective than NOT seeing color.

FÜNF - Things that made me happy this week

  1. Running an instance with individuals who were fun and it was complicated and irritating but it was fun, so I didn't hate it.
  2. A good networking lunch.
  3. Someone reviewing my resume in asshole form and their inability to find actual problems with it other than shit they don't like because they are a self-admitted MS Word nazi.
  4. The smell of my laundry detergent/softener.  This makes me happy every time I do laundry, but I just wanted to point it out.
  5. Runner friends and accountability partners.. because without them, these miles wouldn't be getting done.  And we each admitted it this morning.
  6. Sandy floofs.
  7. Meri butt scratches.
  8. Pax chicken cutlet scritches.
  9. Potential Cmas/Bday gift idea for Teh German.
  10. Being able to step back and critically think about things that are going on and help my friends through with words of logic and encouragement.

Happy Friday, Gentle Readers.

Monday, June 1, 2020

Weekend Review {6/1}

Even I, who often consider myself as "living under a rock", could not avoid the shit that went down this weekend.  My heart hurts.  My SOUL hurts.  My brain hurts.  I can't sleep.  My stomach is upset.  I want to find comfort in anything but that feels like cheating.  So I sit with my discomfort and gnaw on it. I want to find ways to BE BETTER.  I want to find ways to soothe my soul and comfort my heart and make my brain quiet, but this isn't the time for that.  This is the time to remind people to acknowledge your privileges and your differences and be kind to each other and support each other. 


Friday was fRUNday!  As I mentioned on Friday, I met my personal goal of 50 miles for the month.  Woot.  After my run, I put Sandy's boots on her and we went on a neighborhood stroll, then I took Meri and Pax out for their stroll as well.  They had a special walk since we got to walk with Roux and his Mom!

After walks was shower then work time.  I actually ended up going to Commonhouse for Lunch Beers with some coworkers.  I'ma be honest.  Some people being on video and some people being in person did not work.  Because if anyone is on video, only one person at a time can speak and some of my in-person coworkers (who haven't really socialized since March) don't comprehend the idea of SHUT THE FUCK UP so people can hear and be involved in the conversation.  Ugh.  I was over it.  Also, it was a mabillionty fucking degrees outside and I had sweat trickling down all my nooks and crannies and I did not like it.

I spoke with someone about my work woes and confidently explained that the management idea of "documenting the process" is NOT going to solve the problem for me, nor will it solve the problem for the next unfortunate soul who has to do the job.  Later I realized that documenting the process may also have something to do with the fact that I updated all my job site profiles/resumes.. soooo an intelligent individual could have deduced that I'm open to opportunity.

I ended up taking my sweaty ass home at 2:15 and came home to shower and check on work emails one last time (since I took half days WHF) and then signed into WoW (World of Warcraft) and enduring grinding out levels for the evening.  Teh German ordered Chinese for dinner, which didn't hurt my heart, and it was delivered.  We spent the evening on our screens.


Saturday morning I woke up with a pressure headache from hell and went right back to sleep.  I slept until 1030/11 and finally decided to get up and medicate.  I went downstairs for breakfast lunch with Teh German and checked the internets.  It's good I did this, as I was reminded when I looked at my calendar that I had a hair appointment I had forgotten about.  Oops. 

Teh German had put on the SpaceX/NASA launch on the TV, so we watched that while we scrolled.  When it was time to go, I headed out, picked up sweet teas for myself and my lady, called Teh Bestie to poll her about if I should go back to blah blah brown or continue with the blue (I had already polled Teh PT Wife and Teh German).  When I sat down, my stylist and I discussed the fact that soon I would have to lighten my hair again if I wanted to keep doing the blue and I explained to her that was the point at which we would definitely be going back to blah blah brown.  Soooo, we did the blue again. 

Let me just say, I LOVE the blue.  LURVE IT.  BUUTTT I hate the expense and I hate feeling like I shouldn't wash my hair because of the blue and how it's literally wasting money to wash it too often because it strips the blue out and then I have to go more.  I mean, it's a classic over-thinker situation.  Blah blah brown might be boring, but it's at least stress free.

I stopped at Walmart on the way home to pick up a hair brush and raised feeder for Sandra Dee.  I couldn't find the $5 feeder and I didn't pay attention to the cost of the only other option because I had to pee sooooo bad.  When I checked out, the feeder I had picked up was $25, soooo that will probably be getting returned because that's ridiculous.

When I walked in the house, Teh German announced, "15 seconds till launch!  Come on!  You're gonna miss it!!"  I had to pee sooooo bad, but I didn't want to miss it, so I stood in the living room literally holding my pee in by pressing my hands to my crotch while I watched the rocket take off.  It was worth it because it was soooo cool.  IDK why, but everything about going to space is cool. 

After I peed, I set about the task of brushing Sandy.  Lawd, I should change her name to Tingle-Tangle Bob.  First, I used the hair brush on her, which she didn't love, but did tolerate... BUT THENNN, I used a rake on her after reading somewhere that was a good idea for Irish Wolfhounds.  She hateeeeeedd it and kept switching couches and walking away from me, but I just kept going.  We had almost half a trash can of Sandy when I was finished/gave up.

Also, I have to admit that I blatantly lied to Husband when he complained about me brushing Sandy while she was on the couch.  I told him I'd vacuum and it was a LLIIIIEEEEEEEE.  Actually, at first it wasn't a lie.  I did intend on vacuuming the couches, but then I had to fight with her for 45 minutes to get her all brushed out and then I wasn't in the mood to vacuum.  Also, fun fact, Teh German is a capable adult and if he's really worried about it, he, too, has the ability to run the vacuum cleaner!  Crazy concept, I know.  I'm not sure if he's aware, but I didn't want to scare him off, so I didn't mention it.

While I groomed Sandy, Teh Dad messaged me that one of my young cousins, who I didn't actually know, but have watched grow up via Facebook, had died in a motocross accident. 

After getting Sandy semi-defuzzed, I went to the computer and grounded out some more levels in WoW, because I lead a real riveting life. 

In the evening, Teh German went over to Teh PT House for socializing and came home at 11 to announce, "The Apple Store is empty!" 

Gentle Readers, I have to tell you something.  I don't deal well with people trying to vaguebook me or try to make me inquire about a topic they obviously want to discuss with vague statements.  You see, I took an editing class, which included a period on headline writing.  I know how it works.  I don't like it being used on me.

I responded to Teh German, "What are you trying to say to me?"
Teh German, "They broke all the windows and there's nothing left in the store."
Me, with zero patience, "Are you trying to tell me that there are riots and looters?"
Teh German, "Yes."
Me, "Then say that."
He was exasperated with me, expectedly, but we did ultimately discuss the riots that were happening in downtown Charleston.

We went to bed and ended up having a conversation about privilege before we fell asleep.  To his credit, Teh German acknowledged that in Germany, the minority population is so small that it never really affected him in anyway.  So we had to have a culture lesson about how, yes, non-white members of American society have the "same opportunities" as white members of American society... in theory.  Teh German argued that there are successful people of color (doctors, nurses, lawyers, etc) and I had to explain that they are more like the exception.  Maybe this wasn't the most accurate way to describe it, but it was almost midnight and I needed to make a point about cultural opportunity disparity.

To drive the point home with an example, I took it back to 2004 Sociology 101 at NC State style.  I asked him, "When you go to the store and buy band-aids and you don't want cartoon characters, can you get something that matches your skin tone?"  He said, "Yes."  I said, "Now, let's say you were black and you wanted something that matches your skin tone.  Can you go to any store and find matching skin tone band-aids?"  He said, "They have to make those."  I explained, "They do now, but they didn't used to.  Someone had to be like, 'Why are there no 'flesh colored' band-aids for people of color?' and then someone made them.  But I bet they aren't easy to find.  There is NEVER a shortage of 'flesh colored' band-aids for white people." I also explained how self-perpetuating some part of low income society are, in relation to people of color.  I can't attest that my explanations were 100% accurate and didn't make some generalizations, but I am going to tell myself that Teh German went to sleep chewing on our conversation and having some light shed on his ignorance.  Or maybe he just went to sleep.  Either way, I shared my favorite sociology lesson with him and tried to explain why people of color protest and how being color-blind is less helpful that being cognizant and aware of your privilege because of your skin color.

While Teh German fell fast asleep quickly, my heart was hurting for people that are hurting and my anxiety over the riots plus my toes being cold kept me WIDE-AWAKEEEEEE.  So, I dragged my ass out of bed, took a Xanax and tried sleep again.  It was a success.


Sunday I woke up with the beasts and went back to bed after breakfast.  We slept in and woke up about 15 minutes after Dragon had docked at the International Space Station (ISS).  I was kinda disappointed, but oh well.  We got up and Teh German loaded the space stream on his laptop so we could watch while we ate breakfast. 

Teh German ended up going on a ride with a friend, which I turned down going because 1- he needed man time, and 2- it was too fucking hot for me to go sit on an engine with a helmet, coat, jeans, and boots on.  Instead, I gamed until Teh PT Wife invited us over for pool time.  Teh German left on his ride and after taking care of the laundry, I headed over to Teh PT House for socializing.

These beasts.

Teh German came home around 5:30 and came over to socialize.  I headed home at 6:30 for doggy dinner time and to take a shower.  I was gaming when Teh German came home and gamed until about 11, when it was finally bed time.

Again, I couldn't sleep from the anxiety of watching Charleston protesters for most of the afternoon.  I didn't end up falling asleep until after 1, ugh.  At 0545, I was up for my run with Teh Running Advisor.


It was a roller coaster of a weekend.  Good things and absolutely heartbreaking things happened.  I sat at the computer/TV just thinking, "That is soooo cool!" over and over and over in my head during all the space things.  It doesn't matter that we've done space things before, every.single.time it's awesome.  This is my hill.  If it hadn't been for space things, this weekend would have crushed me.

I hope that lessons from this weekend are taken to heart and that white people begin to be better advocates for people of color, to include myself.  I cannot say I've been the best advocate, but I do at least try to be cognizant of my privilege.  I know this is not enough, but sitting with my discomfort is also something that I'm adjusting to as well.  I'm like a deer, I can't look directly at me, or I might get startled and run off.  What this really means is that I'm definitely going to make it a priority to read these books about white privilege that have been sitting on my bookshelf for a year (maybe more, can't actually remember when I got them, but it was while I was in school).

Unrelated to that, I'm back to work this week and it's depressing.  A weekish of vacation was delightful.  I miss it already.

Oh yeah.. and it's JUNE.  DAFUQ happened?  It was like yesterday it was March and we were facing never ending days of staying at home.. and while 1 of those 2 things hasn't changed.. we're magically in June and I cannot comprehend so much time passing since I was in Denver catching snowflakes with my tongue.  But here we are.

Friday, May 29, 2020

Five on Friday #233

EINS - Random Shit

In a fit of PMS fueled rage, I did something I didn't think I'd do..  started applying for jobs.  Pretty much anything that I thought I was moderately qualified for and interested in that happened to be in a location I was willing to be in.  SO MUCH RAGE.

It kicked off with something like this:
"When did Technical Writer morph into Personnel Security?"
and went downhill quickly from there.


I'm gonna be honest.  I haven't been wearing a mask as often as I should be.  You see, I live in SC, the land of the lawless and the "I do what I wawnt" preachers... and well.. I'm lazy.  I know I should, and worse yet, I know I would if I lived somewhere that required it... but I don't, so I don't.  Judge me, it's fine.  If I am asked to wear my mask, I 100% will, but if I go to Walmart to pick up things, I probably won't.  In fact, I'm that person that might just fake cough to get you to stand away from me.  I'm an asshole, I've accepted it.

Additionally, I would really like to get antibody tested.


I have been on the hunt for a plant stand to use as a raised feeder for Sandy and I cannot find one that is tall enough to save my life.  It's like the ones I have are unicorns, never to be purchased again.  #RAGE

This is a serious problem because I spilled water all over the counter and myself and floor the other day trying to set the water bowl on the counter so I could use that stand for Sandy's bowl.


After Sandy's boots didn't work out, Teh German and I fashioned some "boots" for her.  He gave me a pair of his tall socks and I reinforced the foot/toe with duct tape and then we used electric tape around a higher part of her leg to keep them from falling.  They actually worked rather well.  Way better than the boots which slipped off within 10 steps from our front door..... siiiiigh.  I'm curious if we can find some velcro strips to hold the socks up instead of electrical tape so we don't end up going through roll after roll of tape.

She gave zero fucks about me putting her boots on.

Sexyyy homemade boots.

When we got home, Sandy laid down and I reinforced the toes more where she'd rubbed through the tape while walking and then I cut the electrical tape (super easy when I lifted it away from the sock so I made sure she wouldn't get cut) and slipped the sock off.

I think Sandy would do best at a dog park where she can run free, but I really don't love dog parks as a general rule, so I'm skeptical.  Also, it's rained this week, so the closest dog park would be rather muddy and I'm not sure I'd love a fuzzy dog + mud situation in my car.

Duct tape and tall black socks.  I can't imagine Teh Dad being more proud.


Cooking things:

Did you know that you should use like 1390582 bags of spinach to make creamed spinach?  That shit wilts down to practically nothing and so you'll be left with too much cream and barely any spinach if you think that 18 oz is "enough".  IT AIN'T.


Could I bring Meri to the groomer?  Of course.
Would I rather pay a mobile groomer to come park in my driveway and do it?  Of course.

This is something I am currently researching and hope to get done soon.  Poor Monkey-Doodle has her hairs pulled every time we go on a walk because her harness is now rolling up her fuzz.  It's a hard knock life for fuzzy beasts.

This applies to Sandy, too, who's new hair brush recently arrived and so we get to play that game this weekend.  FUN!


We took the bitches to the beach yesterday. 
1- Everyone fit in the car.
2- No one grumbled or got sassy. (all the praise hands emojis!)
3- Yes, Sandy pooped in the car again.  Ugh.  We were less than a mile from home and the smell lingered too long to be a fart.  I cleaned it up as best I could when I got gas and pulled the blanket over itself and we still went on adventures.

It was a good trip.  Not sure if we'd make it a regular thing (as I hate the beach and the sand and the heat), but it was a good way to spend a vacation day.

All the dogs passed the fuck out after we got home and they had been rinsed/bathed.

Obvs XL Slumber Balls were made for BIGGG dogs.


I set an unofficial goal when I noticed my mileage creepin' up this month: 50 miles.

Thanks to my accountability partner(s)!

ZWEI - Money Shit

-Boots for Sandy (that will be returned since they didn't work)
-cabinet organization for the water bottles/to go coffee cups.
-hair brush for Sandy
-Dog food.  All the dog food for dayzzzz.  We go through a 30 pound bag in 10 days with Sandy eating 8 cups a day, soooo she's about to get put on a diet, lol.  PS. 8 cups a day is DOUBLE what she would be getting as a normally nourished dog.
-Beach parking.
-Dairy Queen dessert
-.......WoW subscription.  Lawd help me.

DREI - From My Phone Shit

I could open myself up like Luke Skywalker did that Tauntuan and that would not be close enough for these beasts.

My diploma finalllllly arrived!!!!

I ordered a less shitty faucet for the laundry room sink (it had a cheapo bathroom faucet on it before).
Husband installed it yesterday.  LOOOOOOVVVEEEEEE.

My supervisor likes to look over my shoulder.

But she also gives kisses, soooo trade offs???

VIER - From the Internet Shit

You are allowed to be open and honest about what you feel.
This is how you grow.
This is how you heal.

You have known midnight so well,
and you have also known morning light.

There is no shame in being proud of the smallest amount of progress.

About a fucking no?

FÜNF - Things that made me happy this week

  1. Going back to the old Blogger layout.  Change is hard, ok.  Also, don't expect people to WANT to make changes if you fuck up a perfectly good, although dated situation, with something that isn't completely functional.  I did see the message that they will be forcing everyone over in the coming months and I'm stabby about it since the new layout didn't work well for inserting photos/etc.  Maybe it works better on a mobile device, but that isn't how I operate. KTHX.
  2. Styling some ghetto ass sock boots for Sandy to be able to go on walks with the fam.  
  3. Beach trip.
  4. MOTHERFUCKIN' DIPLOMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  5. Going to Commonhouse for Beer Lunch.
  6. Getting this post up before lunch.  Small victories.
  7. Fishing and picking flowers and mining.  As different as everything is in WoW, it felt like home.. ANNNDDD the 3 people that messaged me after a 9 year sabbatical made me feel like they've been waiting on me.
  8. Being on PTO with Husband this week.
  9. Working half days.  Honestly, so much better than all day for my stress levels.  Especially when my half days are before everyone starts working and after everyone finishes working.  #NotFuckingSorry
  10. Slow starts and Rundays. 

Happy Friday, Gentle Readers.

Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Weekend Review {5/26}

Maybe you noticed, maybe you didn't, there was no post on Friday.  Sooo I'm going to do a catch all review of the last week.  I know you need some Corona-entertainment. ;)


Monday came, as it does, and when Teh Running Advisor texted and said it was storming there, I went right back to sleep.  #NotSorry.  I did eventually get up and start the day, did some work, brought Sandy to her acupuncture appointment, took us both to the Chiro (because I have the best Chiro evvaarr), then came home for more works.

After work, I finished my puzzle then it was time for birthday pupcakes and new toys for Moose's birthday!

And also extra snuggles for my handsomest boy.

And some embarrassing Mahm kissy selfies.

I also caught this gem when I made them do tricks for treats (bully sticks).


Tuesday I got up early and started on work things.  This was good since that meant that I'd be done with work earlier in the day.

Couch time for the biggest Muppet.

Coordinated work snoozin'

Teh German came home from work and we took care of house things and at 6:45 we headed out for a birthday motorcycle ride/meet-up.

Gentle Readers, I'm gonna be honest, if a motorcycle ride has more than 10 people, I.AM.NOT.INTERESTED.  Did I know there were going to be like 30+ people at this ride?  NOOOOPPPEEEE.  Would I have went if I did know?  Probably not.  I would have just met them at the final destination for dinner and not had to deal with a trike rider who wanted to lane split, super inexperienced riders, super experienced riders, people going fast, people who couldn't go fast.. it was just too much.

We rode from North Charleston, through Mt. Pleasant, to the Battery, then up to the outlets for socially distanced (ish) dinner.

I wasn't thrilled about 9pm dinner time, but it was a birthday for the guy who organized the ride we went on a few weeks ago, so I went.  It would take at least 20 less people and an earlier start time for me to go again.

When we got home, we took care of the beasts and bedtime chores and headed to bed.


Wanna know what sucks?  Running on a belly that is still overly full from a too late, too big dinner the night prior.  UUUGHHH.  But I did it.  I didn't trip and fall and we agreed that by the end we were pleased we got it done, even if neither of us wanted to do the damn thing from the start.

Wednesday was a complete shit day at work.  In addition, the cleaner sent me a message at the time she usually arrives and said, "It's storming here.  Can I come on Monday?"  Wuuuuuuutttt????  It was everything in me not to respond to her saying, "1- It's not storming in my house. 2- Are you planning on walking here?"  I didn't though.  Instead, I ranted to Teh PT Wife to calm down and used some logic to respond with, "Monday is Memorial Day and Teh German will be home all week next week." (Translation: Monday is a holiday and you won't come then either and Teh German will be here underfoot any other day you are going to suggest.)

In the afternoon, I decided it was fuck-this-shit-o-clock and took my laptop outside so the cleaner could have access to my office without me being in the way.  Then I broke all the rules of fuck-this-shit-o-clock and STILL was doing work things.  I'm the worst.  I did try to snuggle some with Meri to make myself feel better.

Teh German came home from work and it was a slow evening.  The new motorcycle headsets came in, so Teh German worked on setting those up for us because he's the #BestHusbandEver.

The evening consisted of dinner and screen time outside.


Thursday was a weird day.  I remember it didn't suck as bad as Wednesday but it didn't not suck.  After work, I ended up on the couch with a book and Sandra Dee.

And the Monkey-Doodle.

Pax was supervising from the other couch.

In the evening with Teh German came home and he suggested we take the beasts for a walk and I said yes.  We got everyone leashed up and made it about 10 houses down when I realized that Sandy's nail were bleeding from draggin
we worked together (semi against my will) to figure out the commands for the new headsets.  The photo I didn't take was BOTH OF US sitting at the island with our helmets on, like weirdos.  Against my will because my helmet is tight, as it should be, and I don't enjoy prolonged periods with it on when I don't have to have it on.


If Wednesday was bad, Friday was the absolute fucking worst.  I ran in the AM with Teh Running Advisor, then I didn't bother walking the dogs because that was where I was in life.  I medicated for a pressure headache and some serious hip pain in the AM and nothing happened except my headache getting worse and no pain relief whatsoever.

I ran errands in the AM to get shit done so I could come back and do work things and it just wasn't good.  There were tears and a kind stranger helped me out of Walmart and helped me put my stuff in the car.  He said, "Sometimes, you just need someone to be nice to you when you're having a bad day."  I said, "I am definitely having a very bad day."

When I got home, I put everything away and distributed Pax's Gotcha Day icing with milkbones to the beasts.  No pupcakes since I realized on Wednesday they had started to mold, which kinda makes sense because they were so moist.  Oh well, the icing and a milkbone was sufficient for these beggar-mcgees.

When I got to the computer, I responded to the chats and emails.  During this productive time, I realized that someone hadn't followed my SINGLE direction about doing something, and I didn't bother to check it, because 1- we're all fucking adults, and 2- YOU HAD ONE FUCKING THING TO DO, and, of fucking course, the individual did NOT do what I said and didn't mention that he hadn't done it as I had asked, and so after I submitted the form it was rejected for a 3rd fucking time, I lost it.  I tried to be strong and not cry about it, but I did.  I have been doing work that I'm not equipped to do (literally, as in, do not have the access to systems that I need to be doing the job correctly) so I've been doing it blind for over a year now and just dealing with the shitty shit, because that's what you're trained to do in the Navy, and I'm fucking over it.  Not only does this work not have ANYTHING to do with the position of Technical Writer, it has EVERYTHING to do with personnel security and if you've been around long enough, you may remember that I do NOT want to work in personnel security.  If I did, that would have been my job in 2014 when I got out of the Navy.

I explained to my coworkers that I would not be joining beer lunch since I was not in the mood and no one needed to deal with that.  Additionally, by this point, my head and hip were hurting so badly I took a flexeril and wrapped up whatever I could with work stuff and headed to the couch for a nap/book time.

When Teh German got home, he could tell I needed to be handled with care.  There was also a point in the day that he wasn't answering my texts, which always infuriates me since he has an Apple Watch and he can SEE my messages with a gentle flick of the wrist.  He explained that he was in a meeting with the CEO and I'm like sooooo, because I had shit day and well, I was a miserable asshole.  Obviously, I get it, but I didn't want to get it.  I had been texting him about something time sensitive and it ultimately ended up working out, but I was trying to deter it not working out with my texts and well, I was pissed that I wasn't getting responses and ended up falling asleep on the couch because headache+hip ache+flexeril.

For dinner, we decided to pick up Bad Daddy's Burgers.  It was a solid life choice and a solid choice to start a long weekend.  After dinner, we had screen time.


We had a slow start on Saturday morning and I'm not sorry.  We had breakfast and then moved to the couches and I finished my book, then started editing Italy photos!! YAY!

Teh German ended up going out on a ride in the afternoon since I was working on photos, which was fine with me.  I took a break from photos to assess the money situation, since I needed to redo our "budget"/fund directives since the GI Bill is no longer supplementing our income.  When I was almost finished, Teh PT Wife asked if I wanted to come over and hang out at the pool and I needed to get away from the screen, so I said yes.

I spent the afternoon at the pool and then for dinner we went to the food truck that was in the neighborhood.  Teh German had come home, so we dragged him along with us.  We came home after picking up dinner and ate and prepared for Game Night with Teh Bestie and Teh Chief Smartass and gang.

By 10, I was tired.  By 10:30, I was done.


Sunday morning was another slow start.  We finally rolled out of bed around 11.  Then at 1 was Teh PT Fam's Memorial Day celebration.  We spent the day by the pool, hanging out with the GL Cool Kids, eating, and being merry.  There were no photos because I was in the pool and then I was tired.

MONDAY - Memorial Day

Monday was a runday, but we agreed to go later in the day than 0545 (/praise hands emojis).  I rolled out of bed at 0911 to get ready.  My run was miserable and slow and emphasized why we go at 0545, when it's dark and not AS miserable as it will be in a few hours.

I came home and showered and had breakfast with Husband.  Teh PT Fam had their family Memorial Day gathering on Monday and we were invited.  We went over with the dogs initially because I wanted to let the dogs burn some energy and run in the yard since their yard is significantly larger than ours.  I let them run for about 5 minutes and then we brought everyone home.  Sandy was magnificent!  She was running and running and without me being tethered to her, that made it much more enjoyable for both of us.

After bringing the dogs home, we returned to hang out for the rest of the day with the SC Fam.  I came home at doggy dinner time to feed the beasts and have some alone time.  Teh German stayed and hung out with Teh PT Husband for a while.  I managed to get some laundry started and prepped doggy breakfast and Sandy's 2nd dinner for Husband to feed her before he came to bed.

Teh German came home around 8:30 while I was reading and soon after it was sleepy time.


And while the weekend was fabulous, this week will continue to be fabulous because Teh German is off (forced vacation, again, ugh) and I took vacation because I never took any post-graduation time off like I said I was going to AND I absolutely needed a break from work because I was going to explode if I didn't step away.  This way, we are having home-vacation time!  Hopefully the weather cooperates and we can get some family outings in, but we'll see. 

Slow starts have become a solid part of my routine these days and I'm not sorry.  Also, doing whatever the fuck I want is liberating.

There is nothing on the calendar this week, but we've discussed a trip to the beach with the dogs.  1- to get everyone out of the house, but 2- we need to try and put all 3 beasts in Willow and see how it will work.  I cannot do this on my own and since Teh German is here this week, it is the perfect time to accomplish such a task.

Happy end of May, Gentle Readers!
Also, anyone else feel like, YAY June is almost here and WTF how is June almost here??  Because Teh German and I were discussing this the other day and we both agree that's exactly how it feels.