....have been known to scare the hell out of the critters. I'm not sure what's scarier, being woken by the thing that goes bump in the nite, or being woken by the thing that goes bump in the nite then having the first thing you see be a shiny green orb, two of them actually, about the size of your standard dinner plate, staring at you. The orbs look like eyes, and they look scared. And then you realize that there are more bodies in the room than the eye can see.
We have uninvited company. Lights turn themselves on and off at whim. We came home to the tv on, making that white noise it does when the channel is wrong. The channel on the set had been changed. The remote was still in exactly the same spot and position as when TCB left it. No way the critters could've accidentally turned the set on and then changed the channel. This was a workday, no one else had been in here. The outside temperature was in the mid 70s. Inside was cool. There is no a/c in this building and we get sun most of the day. My hair straightener gets turned off if I leave it too long. The on/off switch gets physically moved. The critters will play with things that aren't there. More than once I've woken up with that strong sense of someone sitting on the bed, staring at me. It's a disconcerting feeling. Small wonder my sleep patterns are all messed up babies. I sleep better in the living room.
Awhile ago I'd been working with a customer, and at the end of the sale, she stopped, leaned towards me and asked if I'd recently lost someone close. It took me by surprise, but I did recognize a kindred spirit and said yes. She touched my arm and said "he's here with you now and wants you to know that he's ok". This was not too long after Paul died. The staff have all seen someone who isn't there. It's to the point where we all say an extra good morning when coming in. None of this stuff happened before, but wow, there's been a ton of activity since March. While I can't be sure it is Paul, it's a little too co-incidental don't you think?
Halloween is not far away though babies, and these issues can be addressed then. In the meantime, there are roughly 30 more sleep interrupted nites to get thru. Can HRG do it? Yes she can! It's been manageable so far.
The change in seasons has me feeling a little blue these days. It's in my nature to withdraw when life feels like it's getting out of control. A step back goes a long way in dealing with stuff, one piece at a time. In a previous life, HRG would be screaming "I can handle it! I can handle it!" while continuously running blind (ok, drunk) into one brick wall after another. I'm calmer now. Withdrawal has become a coping mechanism. There's a difference in that and become a recluse. Everybody needs a little time away. Your friends will understand.
Today is my last Saturday off for awhile. It will be spent making music and mayhem with TCB. It's raining, but that's ok babies, we'll be together and that's the important thing.
Lots of other stuff has been going on. The Fates surprised HRG with not one, but TWO tests.
Stay tuned for the results!
HRG
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Time To Put The Apron Away
...because now that the strings have been cut, it's not much use.
J landed, tired, but safe and sound. Today marks the first day of his adventures. His Dad said there were really no words to explain how much he'll miss J.
He's right. There aren't.
HRG
J landed, tired, but safe and sound. Today marks the first day of his adventures. His Dad said there were really no words to explain how much he'll miss J.
He's right. There aren't.
HRG
Thursday, September 18, 2008
That Song In My Head
Don't you hate it babies, when a song gets stuck in your head and it will not stop? Oh and it's worse when it's just a verse that plays over and over and over and over......like some sort of acid flashback or something.
Maybe singing it out loud will help:
The trouble ain't all inside your head
The Hitman said to me
The answer is easy and you'll be hassle free
I can help you with your struggle and for 50 Gs
I'll teach you 50 ways to kill the owner.
Or something like that.
HRG
Maybe singing it out loud will help:
The trouble ain't all inside your head
The Hitman said to me
The answer is easy and you'll be hassle free
I can help you with your struggle and for 50 Gs
I'll teach you 50 ways to kill the owner.
Or something like that.
HRG
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Time Alone With My Thoughts
........is a rare and wonderful thing. Ok, so really, the thought is frightening, but here sits HRG allbyherself while TCB is reclining in a comfortable chair, headphones on, watching tv. It might be worth mentioning he's also getting a root canal. He's been a trooper through this whole thing. Oh who am I kidding, he's been a gianormous baby through this whole thing. Aren't they all?
Odd thing, even though about a million different thoughts have been running through this groovy head all day (surprisingly not all of them involved ways to kill my boss and dispose of his body), the minute I sat down at the keyboard, they all vanished.
Some of them were even funny.
Getting back to work has been a bit rough. Mostly because I don't really want to be there anymore and partly because for two weeks the only things I lifted were my fork and a few glasses of wine. We've been slammed with stock the last few days, tons of lifting involved. I'm tired and sore, but this should help take the last of our vacation off my thighs. Let's face it babies, HRG is out of shape. Time to kick it back into high gear.
There's a home gym here in the office. It's cool, easy to use and........
A lot of clothes can be hung to dry on it.
HRG
Odd thing, even though about a million different thoughts have been running through this groovy head all day (surprisingly not all of them involved ways to kill my boss and dispose of his body), the minute I sat down at the keyboard, they all vanished.
Some of them were even funny.
Getting back to work has been a bit rough. Mostly because I don't really want to be there anymore and partly because for two weeks the only things I lifted were my fork and a few glasses of wine. We've been slammed with stock the last few days, tons of lifting involved. I'm tired and sore, but this should help take the last of our vacation off my thighs. Let's face it babies, HRG is out of shape. Time to kick it back into high gear.
There's a home gym here in the office. It's cool, easy to use and........
A lot of clothes can be hung to dry on it.
HRG
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Viruses, Trojans and Pop Quizzes
Good morning babies!
Ahhhhhh another sunny and warm day here on Fantasy Island. TCB and I are so happy to be home. At the airport we made a point of telling each other all the really great things that happened on our not honeymoon instead of dwelling on all the icky stuff. It helped and we did have a pretty decent time. The last couple days were, in a word, fabulous. Except TCB got lost and we were late getting to our final destination. We were hot, tired and a just a little stressed. Still, we didn't really fight, never once yelled at each other, but yes babies, there was a "Hollywood moment" or two. Three tops. We finally found our oasis and let me tell you it was worth the FIVE hour drive. Oddly enough, the drive back only took three hours. Hmm........
Three years ago, I wrote on this blog that it was your oldest friends who could look at you and know exactly what you need.
Three years later, I stand by my words. Wonderful company, great food, good wine and freezies. It was what we needed exactly. (especially the freezies) Oh and there was even a dog AND a baby to play with. Bonus points for presentation. It was relaxing and fun. Just what we needed.
From the bottom of our forever grateful hearts, TCB and I thank you both very much for being our friends, even if one of us is a wingnut most of the time. It's just part of my charm.
Some of you my babies may be a bit pissed that we've been back a few days and not been in touch. Until the viruses and trojans were dealt with, keeping all programs closed was a must. No point in infecting the rest of you. Three times this has come in through hotmail. No one else I know has received this. I'm getting paranoid. This slavemaster is clean and up and running again, so let's see what happens. What pisses me off is that not once did I even click on the e-mail to see what it was. In doing some research, HRG did learn that even clicking the box beside the message and deleting it is enough to wake it up in time to do the dirty work. Defender grabbed it before much damage could be done, but let me tell you babies, it was a bitch to remove. Like the last guest at a party. The one who wasn't invited and now will not leave.
Now we're clean and ready to catch up. Sort of. Until I decide whether to change hotmail addresses or not, HRG is appearing as being off-line in messenger. Please feel free to send a message, even if it looks like I'm not there. For whatever reason, dozens of these spam messages are waiting for me whenever messenger is left on. It's annoying shooing them all away from the task bar in the morning. There are more important things to do at that time of the day. Like straighten my hair. Another funny thing, showing as being off-line, even when messenger is signed on, seems to be working. There are no more of those messages.
And now it's time for our pop quiz. Pencils ready everyone? Good. Here's the question:
Q: How does Kelly Ellard's lawyer sleep?
A: Upside down, in a dark cave.
HRG
Ahhhhhh another sunny and warm day here on Fantasy Island. TCB and I are so happy to be home. At the airport we made a point of telling each other all the really great things that happened on our not honeymoon instead of dwelling on all the icky stuff. It helped and we did have a pretty decent time. The last couple days were, in a word, fabulous. Except TCB got lost and we were late getting to our final destination. We were hot, tired and a just a little stressed. Still, we didn't really fight, never once yelled at each other, but yes babies, there was a "Hollywood moment" or two. Three tops. We finally found our oasis and let me tell you it was worth the FIVE hour drive. Oddly enough, the drive back only took three hours. Hmm........
Three years ago, I wrote on this blog that it was your oldest friends who could look at you and know exactly what you need.
Three years later, I stand by my words. Wonderful company, great food, good wine and freezies. It was what we needed exactly. (especially the freezies) Oh and there was even a dog AND a baby to play with. Bonus points for presentation. It was relaxing and fun. Just what we needed.
From the bottom of our forever grateful hearts, TCB and I thank you both very much for being our friends, even if one of us is a wingnut most of the time. It's just part of my charm.
Some of you my babies may be a bit pissed that we've been back a few days and not been in touch. Until the viruses and trojans were dealt with, keeping all programs closed was a must. No point in infecting the rest of you. Three times this has come in through hotmail. No one else I know has received this. I'm getting paranoid. This slavemaster is clean and up and running again, so let's see what happens. What pisses me off is that not once did I even click on the e-mail to see what it was. In doing some research, HRG did learn that even clicking the box beside the message and deleting it is enough to wake it up in time to do the dirty work. Defender grabbed it before much damage could be done, but let me tell you babies, it was a bitch to remove. Like the last guest at a party. The one who wasn't invited and now will not leave.
Now we're clean and ready to catch up. Sort of. Until I decide whether to change hotmail addresses or not, HRG is appearing as being off-line in messenger. Please feel free to send a message, even if it looks like I'm not there. For whatever reason, dozens of these spam messages are waiting for me whenever messenger is left on. It's annoying shooing them all away from the task bar in the morning. There are more important things to do at that time of the day. Like straighten my hair. Another funny thing, showing as being off-line, even when messenger is signed on, seems to be working. There are no more of those messages.
And now it's time for our pop quiz. Pencils ready everyone? Good. Here's the question:
Q: How does Kelly Ellard's lawyer sleep?
A: Upside down, in a dark cave.
HRG
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