Archive for July, 2009
July 31st, 2009 | Author: trancejen
Sorry about the lack of updates, but it’s been mass chaos in and out of the Trance household.
Last weekend, we threw a party for the J-Man’s birthday. Much cooking and psycho-cleaning and preparation was involved, mainly to appease my OCD-having mother, who will not allow the house to be seen (even the basement, which never GETS seen) with so much as a single speck of dust. We even cleaned the carpets, and I found that having three black cats makes for one hell of a big, wet hairball.
It was worth it, though. Much fun and many beers were had by all of my crazy relatives, and hilarity ensued for the big hulking eleven-year olds, who took over the pool and made short work out of destroying the pinata beyond all recognition.
Why do kids feel the need to shred a pinata down to the bare molecules? JESUS, the cleanup that is involved…
So there was that, and then on Wednesday my friend B and I took our kids to Key Lime Cove. My friend B is the possibly alcoholic friend who often chooses to ditch me and the kids in search of alcohol-serving establishments. Sadly, this trip bore no exception to that wonderful little tendency.
I digress, but only because it pissed me the hell off.
Key Lime Cove is a ginormous indoor water park in Gurnee, IL that is chock-full of a plethora of slides and pools (and bars) and teeming with an atmosphere of general hyperactivity.
The kids had a blast, and I must admit that even I myself enjoyed barreling down the various slides and floating along the Lazy River, as much as it pains me to wear a bathing suit. I’ve found a happy middle ground, though – I wear big men’s trunks and a women’s top and thereby cover up everything I hate.
Anyway, we rocked it out and had a blast.
One thing I learned is that never again will I share a bed with my kicking, bed-hogging child. Good Lord.
The next day we headed for Six Flags Great America, which was also bursting with rides and water slides and general hyperactivity. I actually managed to make it the whole day without passing out, thank God. I spent the day soaked from water rides and looking very like a drowned rat, and I made fun of the kids for being too scared to go on all the roller coasters. (I freaking LOVE roller coasters. My next trip to Six Flags will be with roller-coaster-loving adults.)
Do you know that a slice of pizza is NINE FUCKING DOLLARS at Six Flags? Also, a simple bottle of Diet Coke is THREE FIFTY. Rape and pillage, people. Rape and pillage.
At around five, as is normal for any trip to Great America, the heavens opened up and the Lord vomited down torrential rain upon the shrieking masses.
We high-tailed it out of there, only to actually start to hydroplane on the busy expressway and freak the kids out beyond all reason. The J-Man calls this the “worst experience of his life”. As far as I’m concerned he can call himself lucky if that is actually so.
So, I’m OK. I’ve been crazy busy, but it’s good. Tomorrow I’m helping a friend throw a party for her eight-year-old, and I’m sure it will be an insane experience of dropping mad cannon balls in the pool and pinata-shredding and mass over-consumption of food and beverages.
The woman bought twenty packages of tortillas, if that is any indication of the party’s size and scope. It should be interesting, considering I will be one of the only English-speaking folks there. I can swear fluently in Spanish, but my conversational skills are a bit rusty.
On Sunday I am going to rest, catch up on my DVR-ed shows, and be a sloth.
The J-Man just randomly asked me whether I was dating anyone.
Dating?
I laugh at your dating.
Happy Friday, kids.
July 2nd, 2009 | Author: trancejen
I feel so depressed today.
I shouldn’t, I know. My improved vision seems to be lasting, which is fabulous, but the rest of my health has gone to shit during the month of June. I’ve been passing out like mad, even though I have been eating right and not vomiting at all.
Maybe the vomiting was helping.
Heh.
My doctor said the dizziness was from the fibromyalgia, but it seems to somehow be tied in with my period. Before and during the curse I am in seriously bad shape. This week alone I have passed out about ten times.
I just want to fucking get on with my life, you know? I want to not be living in my mother’s basement. I want a job. I want to be able to drive, but I damn sure can’t drive if I keep passing out every damn five minutes.
The Da Vinci Code divx I just want a life, you know? A life with my own place and job and social life. A life for my child. An independent life.
Today my back is fucking killing me because I was stupid and helped the tile guy move the refrigerator and stove. I’m tired and crabby and I feel like nothing’s ever going to change.
I know it isn’t true, but this week I totally feel stuck. I feel like there is so much that I could do if only I wasn’t limited by this traitorous body. I feel trapped inside this skin.
I want to be healthy. That’s really all I fucking want. The rest will take care of itself.
Lara Croft Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Life psp
I don’t know, maybe I’m just being whiny.
Have a great fourth of July weekend.
