I am in week 2 of my new job and I am still loving it. And, the best part - I got my first paycheck today! Woo hoo! Go me! So now I just have to convince Hub that it makes much more sense to buy an iPod than to pay those pesky credit card bills. I know you are all with me on that one.
Believe it or not, the second week of leaving Princess in daycare has been rougher than the first. She caught a pretty nasty cold and only wants to be with me (not Hub, not Grammy, not anyone but me) so the LAST place she wants to be is with a lady who she isn't quite sure about yet and some kids who probably smell funny. So that has been hard. But we are getting through.
We had an incredibly busy weekend. I had a shower for my cousin's fiancee at my house (I think she was surprised), which was exhausting. Then we all went out for dinner and to a club. The bride-to-be was exhausted though, so we only stayed out for about 1/2 an hour. That sucked, because although I do get to go out alot more than a lot of moms (thanks to my folks), I still don't often get to just go out and listen to live bands at some little club and dance a little and drink a lot and yell over the music and all that stuff. I would have liked to stay out longer. But oh well. Me and Patsy and her man Diddy came back and hung out in my basement and drank and talked about New Orleans and politics and had fun. Then, I had family in from Scotland who we went to visit on Sunday. That was an hour trip each way. Then we had to go to my niece's birthday party. So it was a tiring weekend. Then, of course, back to work on Monday!
Oh, but I forgot to tell you the best part. You can probably tell about me that I can be a bit ornery and I will argue about anything. Well. After the shower when we went out to dinner, the husband of one of the other bridesmaids came with us. He decided it was a good idea to tell me that women should not be allowed to hyphenate their names when they get married. Oh, the holy hell I unleashed on that poor, ignorant boy. He had no idea what hit him. It got ugly and I wanted to stab him in the eye with my fork. But I didn't. I bet he wishes I did just stab him and get it over with rather than the long, drawn out arguments I can carry on. If you want to argue with me, especially about "women's issues", you better have your argument well thought out and be prepared for the long haul. He was neither. His wife just sat there with her head down, and every once in a while she would say to me "oh no, he didn't really mean that, he's not like that." So, she deserves a neanderthal if she is going to disagree with him but still defend him. Bah, I couldn't wait for those two to get back on a bus and go back to their caves.
Bon Jovi review is coming, I promise. I have not had time to listen to it more than a few times yet, so I am bringing it with me to listen to in my office tomorrow.