Mother fucker what a damn day and it isn't over yet.
This morning just as we were getting ready for school, Cub lets me know that his tummy isn't feeling good. Having had the wool pulled over my eyes more than once regarding this particular subject, I tell him that he must indeed go to school and if he still isn't feeling well later then he is to tell his teacher and I will come and get him. This has been the standard practice in our house and it usually bodes well once the Cub has arrived at school and is surrounded by creatures more fun than I.
Today however I didn't even make it the whole 1/2 hour commute to work when the school called me to get my child. The puking one.
I get to work, organize the hell out of my workload, grab some stuff to do from home, organize the bossman and give him the lowdown on what he needs to do today and I return to get the boy. Bossman has one appointment and will need to man the phones until he leaves early.
We get home and the house is freezing. We normally have the thermostat set a little lower during the day because we aren't home, so I crank it up.. Nothing.. I inspect the furnace, it won't stay lit.. sumbeach!
I send a  frantic email to the husband pleading with him to give me the instructions on how to fix it over the phone, then I decide it is probably in everyone's best interest if I just haul out the portable heater and plug it in, thus saving the ambulance ride because I managed to electrocute myself.  Just leave it for the husband to fix.I have work to do - time sensitive work that MUST be done!
Cub decides to try some soup. None. FAK! So I don my uber Mom cape and whip a pot up from scratch. Good! Running the stove will provide some heat!!
While I am cooking - the bossman calls.. I answer his question " No I haven't done the time sensitive work that needs to be done because I just got home ( and my furnace won't work and my kid needs to eat) i will get to it and let you know when it is done." my dog, who is used to no one being home during the day and is probably pissed off that we have interrupted his sleep decides that this must be the time to bark incessantly and inconsistently while following me around the house. He does not understand that I am trying to get away from him  so I am not having this conversation;.
"Yes, Would you please shut up and stop barking, I can do that for you bark bark bark, I said shut the hell up! No I'm sorry I wasn't talking to you."
Soup ate, and stays down! YEAH!! Computer gets set up, and the boy would very much like to hang on the couch and watch a movie while Mommy does her work. SCORE!
In goes the DVD, and I push buttons on the space age electronics to try and get it to play. I change the inputs, I try different channels, still nothing. I call the husband at work ( because this is a blue job!! I don't have the space in my brain to remember how to turn on the fucking DVD player when  I have shit like, where is this and where is that, and this homework needs to be done and it's your Mother's birthday in two weeks. If I knew how the husband wired the fucking thing then something really important would be forced out!)
It is at this point in the phone call that the husband lets me know ( which is code for remember I had to use that cord to plug in the gaming system so I was going to get a new blah blah blah ablh...)
"So in short you unplugged it?"
"Yes"
"Well that explains why the fucking thing won't play the video."
"Yes, yes it would."
"Thanks!"
"Put it in the Xbox- ask the boy he will walk you through how to set it up from there."
"Oh for Fuck.. I will talk to you later"
So, um, yeah the boy got the video going and I finally got all set up to work on my time sensitive work that requires a call or two to clients. Thankfully the dog has chilled the hell out - probably had nothing to do with me threatening him with a one way trip to the vet. I get all set up, get the client on the phone, when the old bastard of a cat decides he's a horny, albeit neutered Tom on the prowl and starts howling like someone has just jacked him off.
Sweet Jesus!
The cat gets locked out of the room as I explain to the client, who is laughing  ( thankfully) when my other line goes.
Tis the bossman.He's fucking frantic.
"Didyougetthatthingdoneitneedstobedonedidyougetitdone."
"Yes."
"oh, well , good then."
"Did you do the other things that I need from you that I left with you before I came home ?"
"Umm..well it's been really crazy here today!! I mean the PHONE has been ringing off the hook, and then my buddy came in, and then the client had a few questions. It has been NUTS! Like is it this busy every Friday??"
" How many calls from clients? Do you need me to do something from here- I can call them?"
" Well there was the office supplies people calling to confirm the order, then there was so and so who was looking for you, and then there was John Smith."
"So one client call?"
"um..well...The phone has been ringing OFF THE HOOK!"
"4 calls in 6 hours?"
" I KNOW, Crazy ... It's a good thing I am here to answer the phone!"
You have got to be fucking kidding me...I slam my head  on the desk, ...the dog starts barking..then Cub calls me...:) PERFECT!!
"Well I better not tie up the line for you, if you need me just call me at home." ( Where I will be systematically doing tequlia shots until my day is over in order to stay gainfully employed.)
"Well I'm leaving soon, so I will just forward the office to your cell."
"Oh sure, why not!"


So Friday you have been a whore and the only saving grace in this whole day is that it is Friday and I will now be consuming some sort of alcoholic beverage after I run out to get groceries and clean the house..
Or maybe I should start now??


TGIF!! MY ASS!
Here's hoping your weekends are awesome!!


AA
OUT!

I am off to see the chiropractor this afternoon for my first visit since I was 16 . To save y'all the math let's just rack that up to a long time ago and leave it at that.
I am not a bone-cracker fan and I tend to shy away from anything that has to do with contorting my body into un-natural positions to ensure my back makes cracking noises. Normally I wouldn't go to the bone-cracker at all, but there is a larger fear at play here.
Apparently I have some back issue with my L4 and L5 that is causing my nerves to shorten and cease. This wonderful phenomenon of course causes shooting pain that resonates down my leg leaving me semi capable of doing anything other than popping Tylenol and walking around with a heating pad strapped to my ass.
So yeah, it's been bad.
I went to the Physiotherapist because I was sure it was my sciatic nerve and not and L4/ L5 issue. I was all ears as he described some exercises for me to do and he laid out the course of treatment;


"Well we will do some exercises and some spinal manipulation and I would like to do some IMS treatment as well"


"What is IMS"


" Oh well here is this brochure that explains exactly where we place the needles and how it works...blah blah blah"

"NEEDLES? YOU WANT TO PUT FUCKING NEEDLES IN MY BACK??"


" Well it is more complicated than just that."


"DO YOU OR DO YOU NOT PUT NEEDLES IN MY BACK?"


"Yes there is needle insertion into the muscles to get them to relax."


"THE FUCK?? HOW IS THAT RELAXING?? CAN'T YOU TELL I DON'T LIKE NEEDLES?"


"It really is not that painful, and once you get used to the feeling you will welcome the release."


"THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME AND THE ASSESSMENT, NOW IF YOU WOULD JUST BEND OVER I WOULD LIKE TO TAKE YOUR CLIP BOARD AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS. DON'T WORRY I HEAR THAT IT WON'T BE THAT PAINFUL AND ONCE YOU GET USED TO THE FEELING YOU WILL WELCOME  IT!"


So yeah, I have a thing...for needles. I am way more afraid of needles than I am of the bone-crackers though. And a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do- and if that means contortion vs needles, then contortion wins hands down!
I'm sure once I explain this to the bone-cracker we will be the best of friends... unless he doesn't like being called the bone-cracker, then I'm screwed.

Go?
I seem to be severely lacking in the get up and go aspect of my life. I have been floundering around in some sort of post holiday liquor and food induced haze. Add in some general apathy, several snowstorms and I just don't feel like getting up in the morning. Trust me, my bed is warm and comfortable and has lots of pillows so it really hasn't been helping much either.


As a result of this general apathy  I have decided to make some changes in my life.


These changes are not earth shattering or life altering, well maybe a little life altering depending on how things go- we'll see. They are NOT new year resolutions- my god! I would never do that..well out loud anyway! Those nasty little bastards stay right inside the brain where only I can pass judgement.


No these life altering changes are much more mundane and personal. For example, on the off case there is anyone who still reads this little mind dump area and are now letting their imaginations run away with themselves, there are very certain aspects of my life that I couldn't be happier with: 
Disclaimer:  These include but are not limited to, The man I live with, Cub, fur kids (although we could have a special life lesson session for the cats on how to behave when you have company, and thou shalt not howl and scratch my nose at 4am, or while I appreciate the love, biting my ass in the middle of the night is not a cat given right.) and a few friends.


Nope these changes have to do with me. So far all I have done is thought about them , which I really think is a good first step. At least I am thinking about them and not hiding them somewhere in the recesses of my brain to collect dust. The verdict is still out if I will actually get off my ass and implement some of the changes that I want. 


That shit takes EFFORT yo!


So instead,  I lay in bed and beat myself up for only 'thinking' about thinking about making some changes to me/my life. How's that for fucktarded!! Gotta love the dysfunctional brain when it is functioning at its best.
In short, I'm still around, even though I may have spent more time this past week thinking about blogging than actually blogging, I was THINKING about it and by my current rationale, I was thinking about blogging which means I was thinking about you!
*head starts pounding*
I have now thought too much and said very little. 
Really this was a long drawn out, mind dump to say;
Happy new year!!!!
*crawls back into bed*


So, anyone else thought about thinking about making any not new years resolutions?


Smooches!