Passport

As you may remember my passport (and BP's) came about a month or so ago. LP's was mailed about a week later than we mailed ours. We have yet to receive it. I just checked online for the status of his and learned that is has been mailed and should be here on 8/15.

That's more than five months since it was requested. If the government is going to change a rule about every American needsa passport to reenter this country, don't you think that somebody should have said, "We're going to be buried under applications. We need to hire A LOT of temporary workers so that people won't have to wait more than a month to receive a passport."?

If they have to charge a buck or two more for each passport--so be it. I think people would be willing to pay a few dollars more to receive their passports within a reasonable amount of time.

Make sense?

"And I helped!"

I helped BP lay tile yesterday evening—if handing him the tile squares and occasionally cutting them constitutes helping.

He has to grout today, and cut accesses for drains.

I’m glad it’s Friday.

It’s been hotter than Hell here all week—and humid. One step outside and I feel like a wet washrag.

But last night I bought an Entenman’s Honey Bun that’s the size of a small child’s head and I will be enjoying it with coffee this morning at work.

BP and I went to Meijer’s grocery store after work last night and supposedly bought groceries, but we came home with shit like:

Stouffer’s frozen entrees
FeBreeze room spray
Shampoo
Tampons
Bags of Flaming Hot Cheetos
Yogos fruit snacks
Cheese
Some hard pumpernickel bread shaped like a brick that BP found on the “international foods” aisle.
Frozen steak and cheese taquitos
Sunny Delight six pack
Paula Deen magazine
And two shitty DVDs: Man of the Year and something else
and, of course, the aforementioned Honey Bun

We spent over one hundred dollars in the grocery store and didn’t get anything remotely healthy

more about not having a toilet

In two more hours at least the toilet will be in. That’s the new tile around the toilet and that’s the box our new toilet came in.

I have a Sweet Husband story: Last night I went to bed around 10:30 and at 2 I woke up and had to pee. BP told me when I went to bed that he’d bring up the portable toilet from the basement. At 2 he was still working and I announced, “I have to pee! Where’s the portable toilet?” He said that it was way in the back of the coal bin area and couldn’t drag it out.
Me: I have to pee!
BP: Do you want to use a bucket?
Me: No. It’s 2am and I don’t want to pee in a bucket.
BP: Put your shoes on and I’ll drive you over to the rental.

Our rental house is still unoccupied until the 15th and it’s only three blocks away so we went out and he drove me over to pee. I thought that was very nice of him. He said he didn’t want me out groggy and driving at 2am with a full bladder (ha)
Someone please remind me of this sweet act when I post something bitchy about him.
He’s in the living room now watching an episode of CSI and then it’s back to working on the toilet/bathroom.

When I came home from work earlier, I saw a melted cup of a cookie dough blizzard from Sonic (it was LP’s) so I instinctively poured it down the drain. From the basement I heard a frantic “DON’T PUT ANYTHING DOWN THE DRAIN! DON’T PUT ANYTHING DOWN THE DRAIN!!!”
I had forgotten that he had the water off and some piping disconnected and the blizzard crap spewed out all over the basement floor.
YOU try not dumping things down the sink, or not peeing in your own home and you’ll understand my predicament.

Not for the faint of heart (that means men)

Any of you men who occasionally read my blog---you can just skip this entry.

I think I've written about my hot flashes before. They've subsided now, but I haven't had a period for four months.

BP's renovating our bathroom so this evening we won't have a toilet for awhile.

Guess who started her period last night?

Alanis Morrissette should have added this in her "Isn't It Ironic?"

Why is it most men get squeamish about periods and tampons and feminine hygiene?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA MAREGASE

It's my Mom's 83rd (?) birthday today. For as long as I can remember I'd call her Mama Maringese. I don't even know how you'd spell it; it's just a verbal word, not a written word.

I called her today and wished her a Happy Birthday, and told her that the card is on the way. Her response was, "Well I hope there's money in it!" For awhile she thought I was my younger sister Connie, so I said, "Sure Mom. Your youngest daughter Connie sent you $500, make sure and keep an eye out for it."
(My sister is gonna be pissed at me)

Anyway, Happy Birthday Mom