Random WAAAY too early Sunday comments

Why on earth, when I have been so BAD to myself all weekend, would my legs be stronger at this ridiculous hour than they have been for the past three solid weeks?

I am up waaaay too early. I woke to the beautiful sounds of a cat retching near my head, you just gotta love cat puke. And WHY on earth do they puke so often? This kitty has a perfectly clean bill of health, and yes, I do remember from my days of cat ownership, they just barf regularly. But I am NOT his mama, and she is upstairs sleeping peacefully, and I am the one that gets to tell him it's okay, and clean it up....ah, to be loved by the furry ones...such joy. :)

H and I took the family clan to Red Lobster to dinner last evening, and I can STILL taste the garlic on my shrimp...really, it is PART of the reason I am already awake, my stomach is ucky. But we had a really good time, OS couldn't be there, but D and YS and GF were. GF will be a big TWENTY this week, it was a birthday celebration of sorts. God, I love that girl. And I LOVE to watch my kids have a good time together. OS was missed by all of us. D and YS are seriously funny---all of my kids have the wit and timing of a comedian, and let me tell you, NEVER a dull moment when you get them together. When you throw H into the mix, it's a hysterical mess. I always leave a family gathering with aching stomach muscles from laughter.

Work was a little crazy yesterday, alot of non-productive wheel spinning, though. But we did get a couple sold, and rolled---so to speak. (in the car business, sold is NEVER sold until you see the tires rolling out of the driveway).

I had four hours of sleep Friday night, and not much more last night, I can already tell that I will spend the better part of my Sunday afternoon sleeping. I really am tired.

I am in serious pain, but i am walking better, at least right now.

I think I embarrass my family when we are out in public and I am hobbling along. They all say it isn't so, but I feel that i do. Perhaps it is my own embarrassment....I HATE when I can't walk correctly.

I am planning to make Lemon Broccoli Chicken for dinner today. It is EASY to make, and the whole fam loves it. It sort of cooks by itself after the initial pain in the ass prep. That will be a good thing, as I can feel the energy slipping out of my body as I sit here. Yes, I am tired today.

Today will be the first Sunday in weeks that H will be home. The ice cream store is seasonal, and is getting ready to close for the winter. Beginning today, no more Sundays. By the end of the month, no more job. He draws unemployment, and works at the dealership with me alot of the time. He has more that enough to keep him busy during this years off season, hopefully, by the beginning of the new Ice Cream Store year, this house will be finished.

D starts her new job tomorrow, she is nervous. But excited.

My race was last night, Tony came in second. He was trying to bring it in first, but just didn't have the car that Jimmy Johnson did. At least dipshit--aka Jeff Gordon---didn't win it. We were home in time to see the last fifty laps. :)

Owner will be back to work sometime Monday or Tuesday. I actually have missed him, he is the craziness of the whole place. I really, really am behind, and we are going to leave on vacation on Friday of this week. I have one hell of a lot to get accomplished by then. ugh.

I am not too sure that the bicycles will be accompanying us on our trip---I have been unable to get near mine in the past two weeks. I really was looking forward to biking in SD. Maybe, just maybe, I will be able to get on it today, or in the next few days and see how it goes. The problem is, I am too new at it to be able to ride much, and hauling them all the way out there for a couple of twenty minute rides seems a little dumb. I guess I will do whatever H wants to do about it, ultimately, he will be the one that has to mess with it.

I came home yesterday to a relatively clean house. And a mess in the entryway, where H was putting the new chandelier. Me, being ME....got irritated that he started such a project so late in the day, when I wanted to drive to Des Moines and have dinner with the kiddos. It was the first that I had mentioned that plan, so of course-he had no idea what i was thinking. What, ME a bitch? Ummm yes, it DOES sound that way. He had already done all the laundry, somewhat cleaned the main bathroom, vacuumed the entire house...God. I am awful. And I told him so. And apologized. It must suck to be him sometimes. :(

I'm off to my day. Or the couch. Whichever comes first. Later.