Madame Bizarro World

August…what the heck is the date?  8-14, 2010.

Now you get to be bored silly by what happened this week.

Continuing the settling in at work. My boss, goddess love him, is a big dork. He’s one of the smartest men I’ve ever known personally, and does not miss a thing. He’s all Air Force and everything he does is for the cadets or the AF. The move team should count its lucky stars they had him at the helm instead of some of the others we’ve had …or someone like his counterparts in the other two departments (one in particular, but we won’t go there, since this is a public forum, so to speak). We have this model F-22 Raptor on a stick…it replaced the model F-16 Viper that the construction company destroyed (another story), and it needed a place to live for the next 2 1/2 years while they build our new digs and we are tenants courtesy of UT Athletics (guess I shouldn’t voice my opinion about tearing down the stadium and building a 40,000-car parking garage for awhile, eh? *mad giggle*). So Bossman had this plan…and it came out awesome.  Pictures are worth a kabillion of my stumbling words.

They started with a photograph, taken by a friend of the architect who was in charge of the whole move. That was turned into a graphic, printed on 42″-wide strips of adhesive vinyl and then stuck to the wall. Then they made a board of a number of our photos on half-inch PVC. Then…they drilled thru the CMU wall and bolted the armature that supports the Raptor onto the wall.

It’s the first thing you see when you get off the elevator, and unless you’re braindead or stoned, you can’t miss it.  Very impressive. We moved the sign easel and there’s a blue and white plaque to the lower left of the plane now.  I walk out and find the colonel just staring at it at times…well, I gotta admit, so do I. Much more impressive than these pictures show, for sure.

My junior kiddo went to band camp this week. He had to be there at 8, so we dropped him off early and went to work…we were late all but the first day, because W was drrraaaggggiiinnngg his ass. *sighs* I’d get him to bed and then he’d get up and play on his computer..usually watching some sci-fi type series on Netflix. So we took the net key away…then he’d get up and read. Band camp is over now, and he’s talked to the counselor, so they know to try to help him this year. He’s got a purple polo band shirt (lol). I don’t know which is worse penance for flunking…not getting his transfer back into his school and having to go the one in our district so he loses all his friends…or having to wear PURPLE!!  Since he can still see the friends after school (most of them are supposed to be at his school anyway) and on weekends…I’m beginning to think it’s the purple shirt…and the fact that it’s a polo. Those are like, way uncool, donchaknow?

My fabulous son-in-law picked W up at noon all week and taxied him home. Did I tell you I adore my SIL?

Almost lost it at work.  Long story there, but suffice to say I spent 10 minutes in the bathroom, crying and talking to myself like Gollum. I really, really need a vacation. Not a day off. A bonafide vacation like with no family, no co-workers, no critters.  Maybe a padded room and Mozart….

Dryer ate my favorite knickers and the corner of one of my nities. Blasted thing. I guess the belts that hold the drum in place are tired, so the drum sags and there’s a space large enough to get my fingers into. Things get caught there, and dragged up to the top, where they catch and the drum keeps turning…The least damage they get is a brown, rust-ish stain. The worst is holes chewed thru them. No money to have it looked at now. I’ve been trying to hang things out–in this heat, it takes no time at all for them to dry–but have to watch the puppy because she loves nothing better than to jump and tear things off the line. Also…the dryer takes all the cat and dog fur off things, so if they’ve spent any time at all on the floor, I have to run them thru the dryer for just a bit

Goddamned fluff-muffin cat pees on everything. .Ben has decided to show his angst or …something…by peeing on things. So he’s in the cat-condo (crap, I need to finish that post). He was a barn cat rescue and never quite learned what my other cats know: You don’t pee in the house.  He’s nailed my bed a couple of times before, but this week he got a pile of clothes and clean sheets on my bed and the bed…thank goddess for waterproof mattress pads, eh wot? and a pile of things in R’s closet, including his good, everyday shoes. *grumble, curse, sigh*

Madame Bizarro gets critical acclaim. Well, I must admit, it’s from a friend, but I couldn’t resist posting it in the header. *giggle* A used to be my boss, once upon a time. There was a time when I was more than a little aggravated with her (and she knows that), but she’s really a great person and it’s very heart-warming that she stays in touch, since she’s moved about three times since she left here. <3 U, A.

Got rid of the stupid C-CRAP machine. My now ex-doctor is a sleep-specialist (don’t EVER tell one of those you snore), and he sent me for a sleep study. GAH!! I’m not sure how one is supposed to actually sleep with all that crap stuck to them. It’s no flaming wonder I woke up every 5 minutes or whatever. So supposedly I have sleep apnea.  Bullshit. I snore because I’m 100 pounds overweight and don’t get enough exercise.

To be fair, I did try the machine. When I could finally get it adjusted and my claustrophobia didn’t kick it, it was kind of a nice night’s sleep. But whereas it takes me like 10 minutes fall asleep without it, it would take 45 minutes of screwing around with the mask, etc. and then every time I move my head, it would blow cold air into my eyes. Feh. Took it back. Now at least it’s not sitting on the bedside table, guilt-nuking me. I can produce enough guilt for an small army all by myself, I don’t need help.

Must shower and go to store.  Yuck, I hate shopping…well, except at World Market, Container Store, and IKEA.