Countdown to Vegas

So my mood has improved considerably. I am still counting the days (and dollars) until Friday but each day is going better. I found out yesterday that I didn't need to attend my court date for traffic court. My lawyer is going to take care of it for me. I guess I'll call tomorrow and find out if my orange jump suit is coming in the mail and if the county lockup has a network connection. But for now, I'm a free woman. So I was going a little fast. I have become the textbook example of someone who has more money than time, so as long as I can keep my license, I don't really care. Finding out I could stay at home and not drive to court in Booneyville was like a little gift yesterday.

Bossman and I worked all friggen weekend long, but the good news is that I think we're mostly caught up for the holiday this weekend. He and Mrs. Bossman leave for Vegas in the morning and I just have to hold down the fort until Friday.

I've found that there is really very little that a drive around in my car with the music turned up ridiculously loud can't cure. More power to rocking out in the Mini Cooper.

Hey Julie

Hey Julie,Look what they're doing to me Trying to trip me up Trying to wear me down Julie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it And I'd never make it through without you around

This week has sucked ass. And I'm not sure who to blame for it. I think I would feel better if I had someone to blame. It's just that work has sucked up my life and spit me out on the curb. And I'm just so tired.

I've been listening to the new Fountains of Wayne cd that Bossman got. It's a very good cd. But one of my favorite songs is the "Hey Julie" song. I just keep humming it in my head.

And it's been hard lately because my "Julie" has been far away. And with the time difference and both of our schedules, it's been even harder than expected. I was on the verge of tears at the end of my work day today and I had to talk to my Puddin' while he was in the car with all his work mates on the way to meet my ex-husband and go to a ball game. And by the time he gets back it will be after 1am my time and I'll be a zombie. Sigh.

So I'm finishing off my bottle of wine and reading my comics.

Did I mention I'm working this weekend? I'm sooooo ready for Vegas.

Wine setting in ... must sleep ...

I cooked dinner tonight. This is pretty momentous, in that it meant I was home early enough to eat dinner at the house and I was also home and not too exhausted to make anything more than a bologna sandwich. I even had a glass of wine (which I might have a follow up to in a bit). The dogs and I had a nice walk around the block tonight and I'm probably going to go to bed before midnight. Yep, it's been a good day. It's also been a crappy day in that several clients messed up their servers for no good reason and several clients called and said completely infuriating things. But I made it through the day and I'm determined to leave it all til morning. Tiny victories.

I'm literally counting the days til Vegas at this point. I've ordered our show tickets, am balancing the checkbook as I type, and sorting papers. Now just to pack and then wait until I can get on the plane. Given the week I've been having I need this trip. With the time difference and both of our hectic schedules it seems like Puddin' and I are communicating only by smooch-o-grams on voice mails and emails. Just one more reason I can't wait to get to Vegas. We will frolic soon enough, I'm sure.

I found out that after 9/11 you can't go down inside the Hoover Dam anymore. I guess I understand that in that one bomb could wipe out water supply, electricity and leave many many towns underwater. But it's a shame because it was very cool to see inside there. The neatest thing was all the inlay in the floors and walls. They all look like designs from an Ayn Rand book sleeve. I'll have to find my old pictures of them. It just feels strange to have seen and done things that people can't do today. I now have a "back in my day" story to tell.