Friday, January 7, 2011

Waiting Game

So I finally got a call from the mediator for the house.  I was hoping it would take a little longer, but I knew it was coming at some point soon.  I scheduled it for the end of February.  I am really torn over this whole situation.  I am becoming an attached emotional idiot to an object.  It's just a house I keep telling myself, but in my seriously screwed up mind it must be more.  The hubby keeps saying I hope they don't work out a deal with us, and I say yeah but am secretly hoping they do.  Aside from the fact that I REALLY hate moving, I need to let the chips lay where they fall and accept the harsh reality either way.  I am trying to come to terms with my own insanity.  I spent most of the day yesterday googling every bit of information I could find.  Some was optimistic and some was utterly depressing.  So I'm letting fate take over on this one.  If it's meant to be it will, and if not fuck you fate, you condescending bitch!

On a lighter note it was gym day  I really hate going to the gym this time of year with all the New Years resolutioners out there vowing to lose weight.  This happened last year as well.  In January you could hardly find an empty machine to use and it seemed like one big cluster fuck.  By March it is usually back to normal.  You can always tell the newbies.  They have to dress up for the gym in their tight new yoga pants and tank to with matching sports bra shooting up the back.  Dude your here to work out not to find a date.  Me same old pair of sweats and a tee shirt.  Nothing fancy I'm a strictly get in, get out, type of person.  The hubby's lucky I even shower afterwards.

Well day 5 of being back and still no mention of the minion meeting.  Although I did walk in on her yelling at bipolar for having to many personal calls.  I walked in and turned around and walked through the first door I could find to get away.  I knew she would put it off.  But that's OK I really wasn't in the mood to be in this little meeting anyways.  And I know I know, I am her boss and it's my job.  Blah Blah Blah!  Bipolar is really loud on the phone though, I'm surprised she hasnt said anything sooner.  It's almost like she's yelling at the person on the other end.  It reminds me of Howard's Mom on the Big Bang Theory, raspy voice always screaming, minus the Jewish accent.  It's kind of funny.

Well that's all for now, hope everyone has a nice weekend.  I myself am looking forward to sleeping in.....hopefully!

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