Really, I can't hardly wait

This isn't the reason my id is "can't hardly wait" but now it fits.
I just found out yesterday that my attorney is recommending I wait until October to petition the court to grant my divorce over the objections of the husband. I hate typing it. I hate still being married to him.
I acknowledge that I'm involved in why things went bad. I didn't pull my weight in the right places. I let things go so far that there was no way to bring them back once I realized they'd gone too far. I take responsibility, I do.
But I thought I was going to be able to be done this August. I determined the pennance of two years was good for me. It forced me to refrain from any too-sudden movements (I like to be impulsive) and forced me to really reflect on what happened, where I went wrong, what I really want from a partner, and what I really want from a life. Sometimes I'm truly surprised at who I am. I mean, I like her, she's just not exactly who I thought she would be.
All this is good, right? But I still was so looking forward to being done with the whole process.
I know nobody wants to hear about divorce. It's painful and messy and weird and brings up all sorts of possibilities nobody likes to think about. So I'll shut up. After I whine one more time: I can't hardly wait.

DMC and Alcohol, Part II

It's not like living with somone one crack. That was an insensitive remark.

DMC cleans and pays bill and shit. And he still has all his teeth.

Erika Meitner

Please check out the Erika Meitner page under Cool Links. She is my Cousin-in-Law and she rocks. If you know me, you know I'm a big Bukowski fan. Erika has a very feminine way of observing things in a Bukowski-esque way. If she drank more and was less responsible, she would be a fantastic fucking degenerate poet. As it is, she has to settle for just being a fantastic fucking poet. Her husband (DMC's cousin) is an Economist. We tried to get him to write our presentations for us this weekend (on the UK and.....Lithuania) and he claimed he was not familiar with the economies of the countries we had chosen. We knew he was lying.

Wred Fright also has a Poetry reading coming up, which you can read all about on his site. Wred Fright is also a fantastic fucking poet. However, I've known him a long time so I still read his poetry trying to figure out if I know what he is literally writing about. You should go see him read. His wife is hot.

All the awesome poetry makes me wish Playing with the Squirrels would get off his ass and write something instead of just teaching, teaching, teaching, procreating, teaching all the time. And just why won't he name his son after noted biographer Hesketh Pearson? I just don't know.

DMC and Alcohol

We had a Midterm exam today so we are rewarding ourselves. I'm just bitter and edgy but DMC has lost his mind.

So far tonight:

• I've been chastised for using all of the new ink cartridges for our printer by printing out an overly blue-I-mean-Cyan Powerpoint presentation. Chastised in a this-is-not-real-he-can't-be-that-concerned-about-this sort of way.
• I've been told that Jesus is coming back and he's going to be a pot-smoker (as indicated by Bon Jovi reaching their first Number 1 Album since 1988 today).
• He promised my mom he'd come and install Microsoft Office for Macs on her computer Saturday in exchange for some weeding and accompanying us to dinner at the Winking Lizard.
• Lots of talking to the iPod in attempt to bring it back to life.
• Lots of talking to the pets trying to get them to fix the iPod.

It's like living with someone on crack. And he thinks I am the crazy one..

Business School Ain't All That Bad

Last semester I got to do a presentation on the Australian wine company (BRL, now owned by Constellation Wines) that invented the Wine-In-A-Box. Yes, I did call it "Mommy's Juice Box" in front of the class. I worked in a reference to Mad Dog in that one too.

Moments ago I finished an Economics presentation and paper on the Scotch whisky industry in the UK, with a focus on Diageo - owners of Guinness (it's no longer Irish!!) and producers of such greats as Lagavulin, Oban and Knockando.

I'm going to go have me some scotch and a smoke.

PS - Those Scots are smart - there are actually laws in the UK ...and the EU that state that Scotch whisky can only be made in Scotland. Genius. (Of course, that vodka lobby has a ways to go to catch up.)

PSS - Today's featured article on Wikipedia is on Slayer. That there is some intellectual content.

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Wrecked Almond (formerly known as Mavis B.)

On the eve of my 39th birthday, I'm feeling a little blue and out of sorts. I should be happy. My parents crafted me a beautiful cornhole set and my mom made me a Red Velvet doll cake this year (photo to follow soon). I even made good progress on my Econ project.

I still feel poopy so I thought playing some games on MSN would cheer me up. So I tried to sign up and I had to finally give up and pick one of their suggested nicknames: WreckedAlmond.

What does that say about me? I'm a Nut, obviously. And I'm Wrecked. Tell me something I don't already know. Blah. At least I'm not 40.

Graduation,Grad school,Gone Daddy Finch, & misc

Well, I finally graduated. The sweet, sweet irony is that even with the B- dropping my GPA below "summa cum laude" status, they read it as such at graduation. That's all I care about anyway. To hell with you Dr. Gallgher and your "B-". I worked my ass off if your class. Graduation was fun, one of my friends planned a semi-surprise party to help celebrate which was nice. Friends are great.

Also, finally received my letter accepting me into graduate school. I start in the fall. I won a scholarship for grad school that is based on me being full time. I was told full time in grad school is 6 hours. 'Tis not the case at UT. you need to be 12 hours for full time status. So, now what the heck do I do? If I go less then 12 hours I will forfeit the scholarship. 12 hours seems like a lot to take on, and work, and take care of a child. Hmmm.....Why does everything have to darn complicated?

The other day I loaded some new stuff on my spiffy new iPod. One of the things I put on there were the two Gone Daddy Finch cd's. While listening in my car, some of those songs cycled through and I realized how much they rocked. It made me sad for those days when all of us were together more frequently and we could (and did) party every weekend. Man those were such good times. Not that times are bad now, I realize being 24-25 years old cannot last forever, but I can still miss it, right??

In other news I want to take a vacation this summer and have no clue where to go. I want to go close enough to drive with the child, no plane trips please. Anyone have any thoughts on this? I would love some suggestions!!

My dog killed a baby rabbit over memorial day and I finally realized that I care about critters more than I care about most of my patients. Does that make me a bad nurse? Or maybe it means that most of our clientele are schmucks. I think the latter. Sometimes our patients just make me sad. Someone told me they had a cold and when I asked what their symptoms were her response was "I don't you mean, that is too big of a word". Sigh.

I am hoping that folks are coming to the rib off, although I do not plan on competing, unless you consider drinking competing, I do plan on drinking my fair share.

Mmmm...beer.....and ribs......

In Da Tub

I love to bathe, especially with my Jacuzzi tub. The tub was a big investment when we bought the house and had to have the horrible 70's bathroom redone. I strongly recommend avoiding velvet wallpaper in your bathroom, if it's an option.

I have an open door policy when it comes to my baths. Reason is, the pets love to visit me while I'm in the tub. DMC also visits while I bathe. I like to sing in the tub too. The open door policy forces me to come up with some interesting tunes to pass the time. Here are some of them:

For Kodi, my cat, I sing "Kodilicious" to the tune of "Fergilicious". I used to sing "Kodilicious" to "Bootylicious" but, you have to keep up with the times. Kodi HATES the "Fergilicious" version. He's somewhat of a bastard. Beats up the dogs. He gives me dirty looks when I sing his new song.

Buster, also a cat, gets "Buster of Puppets" sung to the tune of "Master of Puppets". He seems to like it. He's sort of a....."pussy" pussy (if you catch my drift) and I think the metal makes him feel tough.

Owen Beckham is a Beagle and I sing him a tune to "Frere Jacques". He's a World Cup 2002 baby and I love England. Thus, he gets the name. I can't explain the song.

Abbie gets some song about a girl named Gina, but I change the name to Abbie. It may be Nat King Cole or Johnny Mathis. She doesn't care for it and doesn't hang out long if I sing it.

Casper, a white Persian, recently completely shaved, gets Der Kommisar. Because I imagine Casper was meant to be spelled with a K.

Sheba, aka "Fatone" or, Fat One. She doesn't ever visit so she doesn't get a song. If she did, it would have to be N'Sync.

DMC gets "You Are the Sunshine of My Life" most often.

If I'm having a very good day, I just roll through them all and start singing an old college favorite.....

"Kodi is my friend, oh Kodi is my friend. Wherever I go, Kodi goes, Kodi is my friend."
"Buster is my friend, oh Buster is my friend. Wherever I go, Buster goes, Buster is my friend."

And so on.

I've tried to add a version of 50 Cent "In Da Club" (called "In Da Tub" - which is probably already on Sesame Street) but I only know the chorus so it hasn't gone well.