a frumpy grump

Sad to hear that Michael Jackson died today. So sad for his childrean. I hope, at least, that he’s happier where he is now than he appeared to be here.

I never really realized just how young "50" is until now. My dad was 51 when he passed away. Wow.

I really have accomplished nothing so far today. I’m exhausted. I’m just a frumpy grump! I have stupid cramps and I didn’t get to sleep until around 10am this morning and then I got up around 4pm. It was an unfulfilled sleep at that, although I don’t recall noticing the CRASH-BANG-BOOM thunderstorm we apparently had in the early afternoon which made our power go out.

We had a big fowl up with the bank again today. It was our fault really because we overspent by $6… *sigh*

eehhh… I’ve just been crabby and irritable and short-tempered all day. I hope I can sleep tonight so that we can go to the ODSP office first thing in the morning to find out everything we need to know. Please keep your fingers crossed that things go smoothly and we won’t need to fight with them about any of the requests we’re making. I’m really nervous and anxious about that…

And I’m annoyed at this tv series Harper’s Island. I am really hoping for a big twist because if it ends up being the guy I think it is – the guy I said it was in the very first episode – I’m going to be right pissed that I wasted so much of my time watching this damn thing! lol I guess I shall find out on July 11th and the 2 hour series finale.

I really need Molly Maid to come and do my dishes… I’m tempted to throw out everything except one or two of the most needed items – just so we won’t have dishes piled up anymore. It is thoroughly amazing what implements men can use to spread butter or peanut butter instead of washing an apprpriate utensil when you are in a jam (no pun intended). Ammenity number one on the list of requirements for the next apartment – a dishwasher! They are way more prevalent in Ottawa apartments, according to the descriptions I’ve read so far, so I am optimistic!

CFMIL called today and informed us that she has earned 4 tickets to one of four shows at the casino due to all of her recent gambling ventures (with this woman who gives her money to gamble and be her gambling partner). She wants her, CFBIL, BF and I to go. I’m not interested of course in any of the shows… "Joe Piscapoe (sp?) in concert"… "Rock Concert orchestra"… don’t even remember the others. I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally don’t want to go either. But I suppose I should. *exasperated sigh* It’s not like we will get to do anything like this with them when we live away. It’s not like we ever get to do anything like this with them anyway because they never have any money. She’s always complaining about how we always do stuff with my mom when she visits (but never with her). Well, MY MOM PAYS FOR EVERYONE. But those differences don’t register. We just don’t like her "as much". Whatever. I guess I should go for BF’s sake, so he can spend some time with his (*wretch*) family. I am wary of spending so much time with them before we move, though, that she gets used to the abundance of attention and things are even rougher during the adjustment period after we’ve acheived freedom (hehe)… *sigh* I just don’t WANT to go… I’ll probably leave it up to BF and just keep my mouth shut… Hopefully, he won’t be interested in anything! right? right… *sigh*

Today I’m grateful…

* ONLY TWO MORE MONTHS!!!!!!!!!!! I can almost TASTE the freedom!!!!

* almost time to start my next pack of The Pill… so this persistent cramp business will bugger off and leave me be

* that my mom has the next two books in my series ready and waiting for me in Ottawa when we go up to visit her next week

* that I’ll get to see my "baby" cousins more once we live in Ottawa (hopefully) – it was a very hard part of my decision to move away when D was only 5 and his mom and dad were in the midst of a break up. I babysat that kid, almost literally, more than his mother stayed with him up until that time. I love him SO much…

* that I have (email) contacted the RMT that I hope will be able to fit me into her schedule for a massage before we head up to Ottawa next week… I’m dying for a massage and to use up my benefits before they cease at the end of July.