Life in Queen Medb's Castle
Saturday, May 03, 2003
After an abnormally stressful week, we're enjoying a peaceful, quiet weekend with the Little Butterfly.

Excuse me while I go put out the house fire, stop the three-ring circus, and pay a fine for noise pollution. *shakes head* And that's just her Daddy's doing!
Monday, April 28, 2003
Despite the fact that I've lived in this city for 2 1/2 years, I still managed to get lost from time to time. Time to time being 3-4 times a month. Which, if you know any math, averages to nearly once a week. Today was one of those days. . . *rolls eyes* A 15 minute trip to pick up Stoney's new contacts turned into a. . . well, I don't know what, but it took a turn for the worse!

It's all these blasted one way streets, you see. If I take a wrong turn, or miss my road, I have to go 4.73 miles out of my way to find a road that will turn the way I need to go, so that I can turn around, go another 6.24 miles to get back where I was and try it again. If I'm lucky, that is.

The only good thing is that my husband knows these roads incredibly well, and all I have to do is call him up, tell him I'm lost and he'll help me. He never acts annoyed at this weekly occurrence or asks me stupid questions like "Well, what direction are you headed in" as someone once did, to which I replied, "I don't know I don't have my (censored) compass with me!"

No, Stoney just asks me for a landmark, or a road name and then proceeds to give me amazingly detailed instructions as to how to get to where I should be. Instructions I can understand, like "keep driving til you see a Weigels on the left and a green storefront on the right. . . there will then be a road that turns to the left, turn there, drive til you see the house with the swimming pool and take a right. . . " He doesn't say things like "turn east on such and such road, drive about three miles and then turn south-west. . . "

My husband is a good man. He's HELPFUL in such situations. And, generally manages to calm me down. (I find getting lost extremely stressful and it can turn to tears or panic or any number of emotions.) Sadly, today, he was unavailable. So, after about thirty minutes of driving blindly lost, I then located where I needed to be, spent another 15+ minutes trying to get to it (blast those one way roads!) and find a parking spot. In a parking garage where I'll have to pay for the privilege. Argh.

Now, after all that--about an hour of my time and at least 75 cents for parking--they couldn't find his contacts. "Sorry," the lady said nonchalantly, "I can't seem to find them. When did he call for them? Are you sure it was this office?" I amazed myself with my calmness. After all, it really wasn't that big of a surprise, just went with the rest of the trip. But, then, I went to the gym and did the Elipitical Machine, the Exercise Bike and the Treadmill to relieve my stress! What a crazy afternoon!
The Woes of a Housewife continue. . . the spin cycle on the washing machine is not working properly. So, I wrung out an entire load of TOWELS (it couldn't have been something light weight, like underwear or t-shirts, oh no, it had to be thick ol' towels!) by HAND (which, I might add, was not easy, my hands and biceps are all sore now). How frustrating is that?! And, naturally, I managed to get icy water all over the washer, the basement floor, and me. *sigh* But, at least the dryer works.

Usually things only tear up when we've managed to save up a little money--causing us to spend it on repairs instead of whatever we were saving for--however, there is no money saved, so the darn washer had better heal itself!
Sunday, April 27, 2003
Yesterday, I spent the day chatting with Mom. Talked so much my jaws hurt! No joke! And, it was great.

Today, however, was not so fun. My husband was at Guard and I just missed him for the better part of the day. That's the one downfall of being married to my Best Friend.

And he is my Best Friend, that's for sure! I'd bet we could go a whole day talking in nothing but little private joke things that mean something to us and don't to anyone else. It's funny, the little connections we have with each other. . . calling each other at the exact same time, coming out of the blue with a qoute or punch-line in unison, knowing just when to break out whistling to a song. . . Just neat little things like that. It's fun to be married to my Best Friend. Drives the rest of the world nuts, though. *HEG* I've said it before, and I'll say it again--We'll be in HUGE trouble if the Maturity Police ever catch on to us!

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