OMG. My parents will be here in San Diego, IN my house in just a few hours.

I think I am ready. Well, kinda ready. I mean, I put fresh sheets on the guest bed, cleaned, polished, scrubbed, vacuumed, and otherwise freshened the entire house. Richard trimmed the backyard to tropical perfection. The house is as ready as it will ever be. But… Am I?

I haven’t seen my parents in a year and a half. We get along great. I miss them a lot. However, there is always that nagging feeling that I will be judged. I hate that feeling. Last time they both told me I was fat. Nice, right? Well I have lost a few pounds, so maybe that won’t come up. Hopefully they won’t think we spent to much money in the nearly 3 years since they’ve been out. Hopefully my mother won’t be critical of our friends. Meh. It’s all probably a non-issue. They really are good people. But these are the things in my head. It’s my parents. They give me stress, That’s normal right?

Speaking of all my friends, I met them all through this blog that my parents know nothing about. How the hell do I juggle the conversations if I introduce them to people? As soon as I turn my back Mom will ask “So how do you know Dan and Richard?”. So?? What do I do? Ask all my friends to lie? Really?

Oi vey. So much to stress out about. 

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You know when you have one of those dreams that is so stressful you wake feeling really tense and feeling like you never slept?

Yeah. That was last night.. 

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Boo! T.I.R.E.D.

Really tired. So tired that when I was looking at this article I could have sworn that under ‘De-stress’ number 24 said Get a gun. Sounds like a great way to de-stress, I think. Especially in my line of work. Heh. Apparently it really says to Get some sun, which oddly adds to my stress since earlier the article recommends not tanning. You see the dilemma there?

Anyway, I should be off to start my day…

tagged: work day tired stress article gun

I should be happy to be caught up. That is awesome, considering how much there has been to do here at work. But you know what?

I am kinda bored. Weird. I must be addicted to stress. Is that possible?

tagged: work day stress bored bored

The hard part is over. I survived another inventory. Phew.

tagged: work drama stress inventory downtime frazzled

One Christmas a long time ago Santa Claus had problems. Four of his elves were sick so Santa got behind schedule. Then Mrs Claus told Santa that her Mum was coming to visit; this stressed Santa even more. He went to see his reindeer and found that three of them were about to give birth. More stress. Then when he began to load the sleigh he dropped the toy bag and scattered the toys.

Santa went into the house for a shot of whisky but the elves had drunk him dry. Just then the doorbell rang and Santa cussed on his way to the door. There was a little angel with a big Christmas tree. “Merry Christmas Santa”, said the angel, “Isn’t it a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?”

Thus began the tradition of the angel on top of the Christmas tree.

via Popbitch.

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I am sore today. I must have been holding my body tight yesterday with all the stress. Even my jaw is sore! Sheesh. I am glad I have today off to recuperate a bit. I just got back from the gym. Not the big gym, but the little one up the hill there. It felt good to exercise, stretch, and get my cardio on. Heh. Who knew my body could hold so much tension?

Today is a bit of a wasted day off. Well, not totally, I did chores and stuff. Wasted as in I do not have my car, so no enjoying a drive with the top down. I always feel that way on a nice day, even if it’s just a trip to the grocery. My car had a weird light go on last week, you see. I actually did not recognize it when it lit up. It looked like a pregnant woman warning or something… I actually had to open the glove compartment and retrieve the Owner’s Manual. After a bit of fumbling with the multiple sections of the manual (there is a section on everything!) I finally found the proper diagram of the dash that included the various warning lights. Turns out it is the airbag light! Wow! And to think I had already driven around with it for a whole day. As I read further, I learned that in my case it could also be a ROLL BAR MALFUNCTION! Great, so my car potentially has no safety features. At the very least crippled, half assed safety features. Peaches puh-leeze!! It just shouldn’t start if it becomes a death-trap on wheels. So I call to get an appointment. I explain the malfunction light that is lit. “Okay, I can get you in next Tuesday...”, she says. Next Tuesday?? I of course inquired as to the urgency, but there were excuses. Okay. Well I survived the week in the death-trap. Sometime today I should find out the ‘real problem’. Should I be upset if it was the driver side airbag? Seems like that is serious, yanno? 

tagged: stress car airbag repair malfunction warning light tension next tuesday convertible roll bar

One of the things I hate most about traveling is the packing. It feels so final. Once you forget something, that’s it. If you really need it you are buying it on the other side of the journey. So I am making this pile of stuff as I think of it. Phone chargers, shaver, magazines, an umbrella. It’s totally random. It also has me wandering all over the house. I feel like a crazy OCD person. Maybe it’s the OCD. Heh.

Anyway, hopefully my brain will stop spinning soon. I doubt it though. We are making a trip to Target. I think that’ll be worse. Gah!

tagged: ocd drama stress travel crap packing

Omg. My drunken sorority girl neighbors are home. It is 3 in the morning. What the hell is with those girls? Sluts. Okay, maybe not sluts, but really.. What are they doing till 3 in the morning? It can’t be good. And from what Richard says, if he has to work early, like at 5, they are still up. Now I used to stay awake like that at that age too, but not by any natural means, I assure you. Speaking of, why am I up? Not sure. I did just get home from work at almost midnight. Maybe that has something to do with it.

So I am getting that amazing pre-vacation stress that only those with OCD, or maybe my mother can relate too. There is the pre-departure housework. The home-arrival housework. There is all that crap in the fridge that might go bad. There is the shopping we will need to do when we get back. Not to mention the laundry. My gawd, the laundry!! Will the cats pee in the house? If they do, will Amy notice? Will she know how to clean it? WILL she clean it? Gah!

I think I can hear the hairs popping out of my head as I GO BALD FROM THE STRESS.

I need to learn to relax. It’s our 10 year anniversary vacation and my stress level has ruined it. We haven’t even left yet. Good lawd. I need a pill. I should see someone aboot that. *breathes* So anyhoo, I think I may have a supplemental author for the dp.com while I am traveling. I am excited. I know we voted on this in the past, but I figure if I am out of town with limited internets access we need a plan ‘B’. So, yeah. All I need to do is get in touch with said guest blogger for a crash course in EE, custom fields, and my capitalization preferences and we should be all set with that. In the mean time, all systems are a go with all type of mobloging. I know this for a fact as I had to test them all after the EE upgrade to 1.6.0. Heh.

My cat is downstairs talking. No really! It is a series of strange meowing that almost sounds like words. He is freaking me out. Cats see things we don’t. I am sure of it. I need sleep. Night. 

tagged: blogging ocd stress travel guest blogger packing cats. spirits

Okay. I did a podcast. It sucked because my podcast mojo has left me. Damn. Anyway. I try to make up for it with amazing show notes. I mean look at these! You don’t even have to listen to the podcast thingie!

Aunt Barbara intro. I hope she don’t mind…
Why I haven’t podcasted in a while, a poor excuse.
Working out.
Doing chores instead of working out.
Some false modesty.
Cream of chicken cooking…
Amy arrives, and apparently smokes less. Oh, and she killed animals as a child.
Amy kills my ‘podcasting mojo’.
I am not interesting.
The American Idol party is coming soon! Blake!
I talk aboot kids and stress.
My social life update… I am interesting!
Gay people judge.
I love on the Internets.
The podcast drinking game.
I hate editing.
Issues talking about the past.
I get crafty gay.
There are hotties at my gym.
I sneeze. 

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