Weeds

I just need to pay tribute to this show, it fucking rocks. Seriously, it's the only reason to have cable at the moment, watch it.....

Doing my part for the country

As we head to NYC for Greg and Tasha's wedding we begin to pass a convoy. Real soldiers, no idea where they are going. The first truck barely registers in my periphery, but Mr. M notices. The young soldier radios to the trucks ahead. As we pass the second truck I notice a young man hanging out the side window, and I realized what Mr. M had just said. "Yep, he liked what he saw." The first truck had apparently REALLY liked what he saw and made sure his friends would appreciate the show as well. Each truck we pass has several young men making sure they get a good look. They are only B's boys, really, there have to be better where you are from.

About this time I ask Mr. M if he has remembered the directions. Nope. Great, we are half way into PA and have no directions to the hotel, church, or reception. I begin calling everyone and realize exactly how far removed I am from my friends. I call Greg first, who is obviously a LITTLE busy with wedding preparations. I then try Rae, whose cell phone is waaaay old since she moved to Canada and I never updated my phone, I then try Chrissie, who um, apparently used her Mom's cell number last time we were in Vegas, yea, fun conversation that was. And then I remembered that Greg had a wedding page on his website, and luckily I was actually getting an Internet connection on my phone and found all the information I needed.

Once we actually made it to NYC we had an absolute blast. Mr. M and I are adventurists. We will drive anywhere, no directions, just finding the most interesting place we find, no directions or itinerary needed. We found ourselves in the middle of a smaller version of spanish harlem as we were trying to find someplace for breakfast before the wedding. We continues driving as nothing was catching our eyes, and we were suddenly in a Jewish neighborhood. Now, we live in a pretty diverse neigborhood. Next door are African Americans, the other way is Japanese, behind us is Germans, etc, and we are out in the country. We have Jewish companies, Germans, etc. But this blew us away. Every single company was Jewish, the pizza place had falafels, every single person we passed had on a 95 lb babushka and a full length black coat. It was 98 degrees out people. 98 DEGREES. I was sweating with the air on in the car. It was awesome. We finally found a great place for breakfast and began drinking. We were almost late for the wedding we were having so much fun.

The wedding was wonderful. The ceremony wasn't abnoxiously long, the reception was fabulous. The food, the people, seeing one of our best friends marrying the woman he loves, it was wonderful, and we had an absolute great time. We were of course the first couple on the dance floor, with a little push from Rae ;) We wish Greg and Tasha a wonderful life together.....

Dealing

I've been dealing with a lot of issues lately, personally and in business, so I took a week to depress. I slept in. OH MY GOD I SLEPT IN. I took advantage of the first week where the STBEH had the kids for school with his new private nanny. Fabulous. No bus stops. No scheduling around pickups. No homework. No lunches. No breakfasts. It's just what I needed.

We were supposed to have a big advertising promotion hit this week for the business, it still hasn't hit. The other clubs are going insane. I'm glad I nixed the plan to be there the whole week working my ass off since it totally wasn't needed. Of course that means it will all hit next week when I absolutely can't be there. But I'm sure my staff is prepared.

I've been dealing with a lot of anger. A LOT. I've taken this week to not even mention Psycho Mom. We haven't discussed anything. I don't pay attention when Mr. M talks to the boys, or if he does at all. I just needed a week off. I'll post more on the last weekend that she ruined for us later, I'm just tired of it all right now. And it sucks because I have NO ONE to yell at. I can't yell at Mr. M because he doesn't deserve to deal with her, and he feels the same way I do, so it just makes both of us feel bad. Which is stupid. I seriously thought about ending it all when he asked me again if I really want to stay and deal with her for the rest of my life. But I want him. I love him beyond anything I have ever known. And so I'm still here, rebuilding.

Business is both great and horrible. We were number 3 again last month, BUT we still need at least 80 members to get to where we need to be. I'm preparing a new program to introduce to corporate that could be a lifesaver for us, so I would appreciate any good thoughts you have.....

Oh barf

Last week sucked. Probably the biggest suck I've sucked in a long time. Monday was blown with court of course, where I choked back tears in the middle of Houlihans. Tuesday I couldn't even move. I didn't answer the phone, I didn't deal with anyone else's problems, I pushed everything off on Mr. M, which was probably completely unfair. When it became clear we would have no one to cover the gym Thursday night, I refused to drive up there. We then got the call that we had to be out of the apartment Friday night because the new people were moving in on Saturday. And so I had to schlep up there anyway. As I was finally feeling better on Friday, meaning I could hold my head up without Tylenol 3 or Vicodin, Mr. M got a call from Psycho Mom saying that M2 was going into the hospital. He had been sick all week, but of course she had him up and out of the house, at camp, with a sitter, first to Burger King, then McDonald's, then to a party, never a concern that he wasn't keeping a thing down. Who could eat a burger, not once, but three times in a week when they have a 104 temp and strep throat? And so after drinking coke all week he ended up in the emergency room for dehydration and earned an overnight stay. Of course Psycho Mom showed no concern, rather screamed and yelled about all the work she was missing and how she had been dealing with this shit for 5 days so she wasn't staying with him. We spent the night in the hospital and he was released the next morning.

Yesterday, less than 24 hours after being out of the hospital, Psycho Mom took both kids to a party, and the youngest left puking.....