Life Is Interesting

That's my reply when I get the invariable "How's Life" from the 'rents. Life is interesting. I am certainly not bored.

I'm trying to beef up my team and the interviewees are just not what I need. I need someone with drive, I need someone with initiative, I need someone who can tell a left join from a right and who can figure out how to make 4 gallons from a 3 and 5 gallon set of jars. I need someone who can come in and ramp up. At this point I need someone(s) even more, because I've sent my 3 in-office ones off to 2 day training and so it's just me manning the fort, as it were. Fortunately for me I'm a badass and have the work done. But I've started drinking more when I get home, and I'm not too distracted to realize this is to take the edge off, and I shouldn't be doing that for that reason. At least I'm still working out regularly. So instead of gaining weight I'm just not losing it.

Looks like GH and I are headed to La Paz with my dive groupies this October or November, so happy birthday to us and I shall have a wicked tan for Thanksgiving. This means I will delay purchasing my project car shell, which was going to (roughly) cost about $2200-2500 (La Paz, once I include food and airfare and dives and all that jazz, will probably run me about the same). Ah well, we're in a recession, time to start acting like it (and gosh, the Prez finally owned up to it! Way to go!) Anyways: bridesmaids dress + trip to Mexico == DD needs to quit drinking wine during the week and lay off the sweets. Summer is coming, that helps.

The SC is back on track at school. We had a hairy two weeks of outlandish behavior, white sheets (those are the bad ones), and the principal wanting to "meet". Of the things I can literally make myself sick with worry over, Principal-Parent-Teacher meetings are high on the list. When you sign up for parenthood (I did, eyes wide open) you don't think about your kid being *that* kid, the one whose parents are on a first name basis with all of the teachers, substitutes, principals, and recess supervisors (and some other parents). Or if you do, you think of it in a positive, I'm In The PTA manner (yes, I intend to be on the PTA next year. If they don't like my docs they can eat me). No, you think your biggest stressors as a parent are going to be the college savings (I highly recommend a 529 account) and getting them into a good school (I highly recommend investigating licensing histories). Anyway... I'm crossing my fingers that we're rounding the bend and on the last lap before we can retire in this particular race.

Speaking of cars (again), the weather's getting warmer and it's time I started working on mine (again). My 120k service is due and I think I can do most of it myself -- I'll save it for next weekend, as this one is chock full of stuff: parental units, book club, invitations assembly, and at least one dog park trip. Much as the prospect of getting greasy excites me (34-almost-35 year old women are like 18 year old boys: *everything* excites them) I'll have to put it off for just a bit longer. I'm also itching to detail my own car, because it would give me an excuse to buy this, so I can shampoo my own seats :).