Hey happy Friday, folks. This has been a whirlwind week.
First up is the reorganization of the company I work for. Any time that word is used I begin to stress. But it is actually a positive change even though it means that some times now I won't get to come home every night, but I am OK with that.
Next I guess, will be the delightful story of living in a house that ALL of the water pipes have been broken under it for I don't know how long. This includes 2 bathrooms, 1 kitchen, and 1 washing machine. So for the last 2 weeks I have not been able to run water in the kitchen and use the back bathroom. The Hubs has been tunneling under the house every day and digging dirt/mud out so he can get to the problem(s)and replace the pipes. As of last night, we are back to being able to use the washer and the back bathroom again. He is replacing all of the pipes, because honestly they are all broken and water has been running loose under the house for we don't know how long. Unbelievable!! Just plain Drama! No, we can't afford a plumber, before you ask, and Hubs knows this kind of work so there ya go! But it is very yukky because it is muddy down there, since the water was just going on the ground!
My neck is beginning to want to spasm occasionally after the epidural quit working by mid May, after only 2 1/2 months. Never had a neck muscle spasm in my life until the Dr asked me at my appt last week. No I never have spasms. ARG!!
I am now more of a twit! I am learning TweetDeck!! It is a little confusing in the beginning, but after a couple of days it is getting easier, and it makes cool noises:)
I have been actually working in my journal some this past week.
The spread with the photo of the guy sitting on a camel, I found that pic in a book I bought at a yard sale. A Real Deal Poloroid! And notice the 7 Gypsie's Numero Tissue paper I used with my new good Buddy, Matte. Matte Medium that is. Be Gone, stick the pages together, Gel Medium.
29 days till vacation! Woot!
Happy Father's Day to all of the Dad's out there and for the Mom's out there that are the stand in Dad's! My son still calls me on Father's Day to tell me, Happy Father's Day, Mom! There are some good things about being a single parent. And he is 35 yrs old, and has told me that every year since he could talk. Cause he wanted a Dad, and I was all he had!