Working Dog

This morning, I brought the dog to work. The boys are with their dad for a few days and there was plenty of room in the car so Kida is gonna keep me company.  Her biggest problem so far is that everytime someone walks by she wants to interact and pouts if they don't.  Whiny kids have been replaced by whiny dog.  I know she doesn't need to be let outside this often - she lasts all day while I'm at work.  And it's not that she's getting less interaction overall, because normally the kids and cats do their own stuff during the days we're at home.  I've taken her out back to the warehouse to play fetch, which got her to lay down for a little bit.  But now there are people starting to show up for guitar lessons . . .sigh.  

I dug out Mom's old sewing machine - it got left in the warehouse during one of the many moves.  It's in this sewing machine cabinet that weighs more than some full-size dressers that I've owned.  I've put off bringing it home for a couple of reasons.  First the garage was filled with a mountain of crap that my relatives had left there over the years.  Leaving me no room for any of my stuff, like boxes of Christmas decorations, painting supplies, and extra furniture to go in there.  Now that I don't have to devote a corner of the living room to the holidays year-round I have room to put the cabinet there.  Which brings the second reason, the aforementioned weight.  I don't have a truck.  So getting it home requires borrowing a vehicle with an extra set of hands included.  Now I am NOT the kind of person who has an easy time buying clothes that fit off the rack.  Apparently designing clothes for women with boobs is. . . I don't know. . . harder?  I read the other day that the average cup-size of women has increased.  Why haven't designers made adjustments for that?  They still design large shirts like the women who wear them are little more than tube-shaped.  So my clothes could always use tweaking.  My boys are skinny little farts and while we've got a number of pairs with the elastic/button pull-string adjusters in them, being able to give a waist band a tuck myself would open up more options.  Not to mention repairs.  Good God, summer is coming and there WILL be playing outside and repairs WILL be needed.  Since the machine has sat unused since I was in middle school, it needs to be serviced. . . and it only occurred to me today after I plugged it in (yay! basic functioning happens) that I can take the machine OUT of the cabinet. . . Part of me wants to pull it out right now and stick it in the car.  The other part is saying "You are out of money till next payday, leave it alone so it won't clutter up the house and possibly be damaged because you can't resist messing with it."  

Being a responsible adult sucks sometimes.

Musical lunches

I was SUPPOSED to eat leftovers for lunch, and the boys were going to have PB&J or a frozen homemade burrito, like the good little money-saver I'm pretending to be. . . Yeeeeah, that didn't happen.  We left work - yes my 6 and almost 4 year old boys come with me -  for burgers.  But I didn't want a burger, and I didn't want to have to have to unload/reload kids in the car multiple times, so we were stuck with drive thru.  Eventually I decided "Screw it, I'm going to 2 drive-thrus" and headed to the Mexican place that was next to a BK so it would be as close to going to only one as I could get.  And as I'm trying to decide between burritos, tortas, or maybe those super-tempting carne asada fries, a voice from the back pipes up: "I want one of those!"

Of course you do.

Now if I'd realized that we were all going to be eating mexican this would not have been my first choice.  I'd have either gotten it from the tortilla factory (who has such AMAZZZING Breakfast burritos  I've yet to try anything else) or the taco truck that is literally across the street.  Anyways.  I finally get the boys to pick something - a combo to split because out of nowhere they want rice and beans.  And I settle on a torta with carne asada.  I have a sneaking suspicion that they took advantage of my distraction with the (starving! OMG you are such a heartless mother! we expected lunch 30 minutes ago!)kids in the backseat and overcharged me.  But it didn't occur to me till after we left, and at that point the faster we got back to work to put food in all of us, the more likely that all of us would survive another day. I admit, I made the mistake of  taking a bite of the torta.  Ahhh, wonderful. . . but witnessed. This would be the point where you smack yourself in the head for being an idiot.  Because now everyone wants a bite and there's no way my delicious sandwich is being passed around to decorate the backseat.

So finally, we get back. Sit down. Open the styrofoam box containing the combo. . . and there are two beautiful tacos staring at me.  Which my younger son immediately tries to grab and ends up with both sets of corn tortillas in hand, and all the filling still in the box.  *sigh* there is no way the boys are going to be able to handle these generous 'al carbon' + extras without causing major devastation to both their clothes and the surrounding countryside.  Luckily for my sanity I hadn't slathered the torta in hot sauce yet.  So I cut it in half and re-stuffed the tacos. And there was peace. . . until the boys decided the food was so good that they wanted more.  Ooops! Sorry! there's salsa alllll over this taco, enjoy the rice and beans.

Maybe one day my children will eat a consistent amount.  Now it seems inversely proportional to the amount of food on hand.  To top it off Thing 2 decided to bite through the bottom of the cup of horchata they were sharing. Yup life with kids is nothing if not a constant adventure.

Hit "Shuffle"

I'm sure I'm not the only person to have a blog. . . and then completely neglect it.  I looked at my page and it's been around two years since I last posted, and even that was a one-off.  My life has changed so much over the last few years that it would take me multiple posts for it to even make sense -  not that the few readers I had Once-upon-a-time are still paying attention.  It would just be for the people (like me) who after reading a month or two worth of posts want to go back to the beginning and see where it all started.  

I'm crazy that way.  At least with online comics there's a somewhat defend-able reason.

I've thought about making a video blog on youtube. . . but that requires so much effort in camera use, lighting, editing, and makeup.  I'm lazy.  

I kind of just want a place to post a stream-of-consciousness, whatever is on my mind at this second type thing.  Which for me opens up a world of random possibilities.  Heck, if this were an actual SOC I wouldn't be making it through a sentence without getting distracted in most cases.  You'd have one solid page that made little sense and had 5 periods if you were lucky.

Right now, my brain is on the weight I gained this winter. . . because I'm wearing a corset.  One of my bigger ones that normally are a gentle easing-in to one of the ass-kickers I'll actually wear to an event.  Normally I can tighten these all the way and still stick my arms through. . . so VERY not happening. I have back fat pinching and the top (that is normally the loosest part) is digging in >(  I'll admit I haven't done a real workout since a week or two before the last event I attended. . . in October.  At the time I tried on my smallest corset and had a terrible time lacing it, not because of chub though.  Then my stomach muscles were not having it.  All these crunches had given them a mind of their own and they didn't want to be forced into an hourglass shape.  So I stopped the workouts - in my mind temporarily- so they'd relax and let me abuse them.  Of course the problem is that I never started again.  Actually planned to start up again on tuesday. . .but then suffered a family imposition and it didn't happen.  I really do want to start again, because I know that so many of my health issues would be better behaved.  Especially the asthma and MS related body-aches and fatigue.  It's getting past the first week or two that makes me want to cry at the very thought.  Because those first few are a miserable hell. But sitting here in this less-comfortable than usual corset is serving as a undeniable reminder of the condition of my body. BTW, if you've ever wondered, it's better to stand in a corset than sit.  It's now friday, tomorrow I'll wear one of my Damsel in this Dress corsets, which have a much higher difficulty level, but are so very awesome.  I usually try not to wear the same one two days in a row, but depending on how it goes I may wear the brown both days.  It'll be the most comfortable for sure.

I'll probably post again today while the idea that I have a new blog is fresh in my mind. lol