fucky pt. II
Jan. 28th, 2008 03:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7So I have this nephew. Born just after Thanksgiving. Mom said I wasn't to visit until after the holidays, as my sister would be overloaded. Fair enough. But after the holidays, the roller derby season started. I have committed to this as well.
The other middle sister, we the rejects deemed extraneous to the holidays, are trying to visit Katy together.
Since it's 16+ hours of driving, and neither of us can get more than a couple of days off, which means spending approximately as long on the road as actually in the visit.
Fiona talked to Katy and got a list of dates that would be good. Fiona then checked her own schedule. She travels extensively for work, and that travel is always over weekends. It came down to two weekends that were possible.
One of them is a roller derby bout, so I can't go. Even if I don't make the active squad, which is increasingly likely with these fucking knees, I am still required to attend. And I wouldn't want to miss it either, that would kill me.
That left Easter weekend. Fiona had cleared this with Katy: they had no plans yet. I cleared it with Z: we could do this. So she and I began to plan for Easter. It was sad that we can't get down there before then, but it's OK, surely Katy would understand.
Except that in the interim several days between Katy talking to Fiona and me clearing my schedule, Katy went ahead and promised Easter to her in-laws. So she'll be in Louisiana.
Motherfuck, how the hell am I supposed to get to ever meet my nephew???
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley.
Oh, and I thought, OK, we've got to save some more money so we can more easily afford all this traveling. I know! I've been really lazy lately and not packed lunch for Z. He won't pack it for himself, though he always buys stuff to make lunches and winds up eating it as late-night snacks just before it goes off.
So I said, OK, I'll start packing you lunch, and then you can save the $7 a day or so that you wind up spending on lunch out somewhere.
Huh? he said. Oh, no, I usually just don't eat lunch, most days.
What?! I said. How can you not?
Eh, he said, It's even cheaper this way, right?
Which is awful on two levels, because he's 70 pounds underweight for his height, and also it means that my bright idea for saving money by just working a little harder is actually not going to make any difference at all. Sigh.
I should do it anyway, just to encourage Z to maybe be a little closer to a healthy weight. (Doctors are consistently horrified when he walks into their offices, given that his blood pressure is about 80/40... He's basically dead. But, seeing as he hasn't seen a doctor in about four years, it probably doesn't matter.)
That was getting out of hand on subsequent edits so I just cut it.
Suffice to say:
Everything is going wrong today.
Today sucks.
I would like to request a do-over.
This do-over will include:
a) Me having the day off
b) A pile of hookers
c) Sizable amounts of cocaine
Then I'll be able to face my travails with a much better sense of humor.
Or at least a way better excuse for being out of touch with reality and unable to reconnect.
The other middle sister, we the rejects deemed extraneous to the holidays, are trying to visit Katy together.
Since it's 16+ hours of driving, and neither of us can get more than a couple of days off, which means spending approximately as long on the road as actually in the visit.
Fiona talked to Katy and got a list of dates that would be good. Fiona then checked her own schedule. She travels extensively for work, and that travel is always over weekends. It came down to two weekends that were possible.
One of them is a roller derby bout, so I can't go. Even if I don't make the active squad, which is increasingly likely with these fucking knees, I am still required to attend. And I wouldn't want to miss it either, that would kill me.
That left Easter weekend. Fiona had cleared this with Katy: they had no plans yet. I cleared it with Z: we could do this. So she and I began to plan for Easter. It was sad that we can't get down there before then, but it's OK, surely Katy would understand.
Except that in the interim several days between Katy talking to Fiona and me clearing my schedule, Katy went ahead and promised Easter to her in-laws. So she'll be in Louisiana.
Motherfuck, how the hell am I supposed to get to ever meet my nephew???
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley.
Oh, and I thought, OK, we've got to save some more money so we can more easily afford all this traveling. I know! I've been really lazy lately and not packed lunch for Z. He won't pack it for himself, though he always buys stuff to make lunches and winds up eating it as late-night snacks just before it goes off.
So I said, OK, I'll start packing you lunch, and then you can save the $7 a day or so that you wind up spending on lunch out somewhere.
Huh? he said. Oh, no, I usually just don't eat lunch, most days.
What?! I said. How can you not?
Eh, he said, It's even cheaper this way, right?
Which is awful on two levels, because he's 70 pounds underweight for his height, and also it means that my bright idea for saving money by just working a little harder is actually not going to make any difference at all. Sigh.
I should do it anyway, just to encourage Z to maybe be a little closer to a healthy weight. (Doctors are consistently horrified when he walks into their offices, given that his blood pressure is about 80/40... He's basically dead. But, seeing as he hasn't seen a doctor in about four years, it probably doesn't matter.)
That was getting out of hand on subsequent edits so I just cut it.
Suffice to say:
Everything is going wrong today.
Today sucks.
I would like to request a do-over.
This do-over will include:
a) Me having the day off
b) A pile of hookers
c) Sizable amounts of cocaine
Then I'll be able to face my travails with a much better sense of humor.
Or at least a way better excuse for being out of touch with reality and unable to reconnect.
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Date: 2008-01-28 10:35 pm (UTC)Easter traffic is crazy anyhow. Better solution: deliver pizzas for extra money, get abducted by aliens and have them drop you off at Katy's.
I have it on very good authority that pizza delivery people are regularly getting abducted. It happens nearly as often as rainstorms. :)