enjoying myself..
I am sitting outside of my house on the deck, Tanguerey and tonic in hand. The weather is absolutely gorgeous, my friends are sitting in the hot tub, we are all talking, it is just perfect. There are no mosquitos, the fountain is going and the candles and lights are all on. I can't ask for anything better. Well, Karl could be here. He went to work the auto show in NYC. I'm sure I will have more than my share of pictures to post of stuff that he thought was incredible.
This week at work has been really quiet. It is actually really nice. My supervisor is out for the week for a funeral in Florida. Unfortunately, unexpected, my heart goes out to her. I have been doing my own thing, getting a shit load of work done - Madonna's new CD has been in heavy rotation. I can describe what a difference it makes to be able to listen to my own music and do everything i'm supposed to do without someone perched over my shoulder.
On a totally random note, I have been thinking lately how lucky I am to have what I have. When I was driving home last night there were people in the middle of the road, waving their arms. I wasn't sure what was going on and frankly I was pissed because I thought it was people fucking around. It turns out they were totally legit. There was a deer that had been hit and it was just in the middle of the road, struggling to get up on its feet and sprint off into the woods. I saw it and it just hit me. I wasn't sure what to think, other than this poor creature was helpless in the road. I was thinking to myself as I drove by, if I could have had the mindset that the deer did, what would I be thinking? I just couldn't imagine.
awd
Yep, the idea behind Subaru. Today, we were lucky enough to get an STI for the day. A 300 horsepower turbo-charged monster. The brother of our Sales Manager at Subaru has one and he let us use it. Crazy, but true. The car is sick as hell.
he hasn't learned much
Yeah, my father, who was in jail for 3 months, has yet to learn that he is a lost cause. It's harsh to say but I think it is the truth. I had lunch with him last week. It was the first time I saw him in almost 4 months. I brought up things like child support owed to my mother, me being gay, my sister having a baby - just to name a few. It was like trying to get a dog to drive a car, it's just not possible. He said that it wasn't anyone's fault that he started drinking again. Blah. So this weekend I am supposed to meet with him and my sister for breakfast in the city. What can I do, I just say yes so I don't have to deal with his bullshit. I'm just at odds, not sure what to do.
Karl's mother and step-father are coming up to visit on Easter weekend. Yuck. I hate Easter. We have a lot of cleaning and primping to do. I have been talking to my parents about borrowing theiri Dyson for a couple of days just to see what that puppy can do. Everyone always rants and raves about the damn thing, so I figured I would give it a try. We have berber carpets in our house and as you probably know, they suck up dirt like a sponge. I have to go to Home Depot to rent a steam cleaner. I am going on a ravenous cleaning spree this weekend.
Saturday, our friends Kim, Sandy and Danielle are coming over for dinner. We have known Kim for a couple of years now, she is married to the Lot Manager at work. Summer deck parties led us to meet Sandy and Danielle, who live next door to Kim. They are great and we seem to get along well. Danielle recently moved to New York City to take a stab at a new life in the big city. I am not really that big into entertaining people - I get nervous and concerned people are not having a good time. So hopefully grilled food an alcohol will entertain this group. It always seems to work.
