Adela Has Left the Building

Whoo, what a week! I have been scheduled to within an inch of my life. And next week is more of the same. Monday-Wednesday from the unGodly hour of 8am-5pm I'll be at the sheriff's Academy in Humble TX, attending a 3-day class on Investigating Child Abuse. Monday night I have a X-mas party/shopping event to attend. Tuesday night I have the High-spanic Health Coalition's party. Wednesday night I'll attempt to make some $ at Job #2. Then I'll be back to Job #1 on Thursday to deal with lots of general fallout and cleaning up of some bullshit messes that I know for a fact will happen while I'm gone.

The reason I'm actually able to blog a post right now is b/c S was sent to work in north Houston today, so he and Mano are going to pick up the baby. Praise the Lawd! It's absolutely heavenly not to have to rush to meet him and then rush up there to pick her up. All I have to do now is go home and clean the house and make dinner. Tonight S is going to see Dane Cook in concert, and I am glad he is getting a chance to do something fun for himself. (My nice thing that I get to do for myself is the Academy class next week. To each their own.)

Tomorrow bright and early a representative from the life insurance folks are coming to the house to take S's blood and health history b/c I am finally getting a policy on him, just as I took one out on myself last year for him. I wonder if he'll be able to successfully fast all night tonight? Then we are most likely going to see "The Nutcracker" at the theater company located across the parking lot from the back of our house, comp. tix courtesy of M.'s friend, a very nice guy I met at one of my gigs with Jimmy! To end our Saturday, we've got a very nice party to go to at J. Fi's ultra-wealthy friends' home, and that will be endless good eatin' and drinkin'!

S and I need some bright spots these days. We are both getting into the shit at work lately and are having to deal with totally unreasonable, delusional assholes. You know, the kind of jerkoffs that demand that you sweep and mop the floor but refuse to give you the broom and bucket. He even got into trouble at work today due to my showing up last night to help him assemble some bicycles. That's unfortunate, b/c I don't mind helping him out; we get to spend time together and I kind of enjoy the mindless tasks S has assigned me of taking the bikes out of the boxes and cutting the zip ties off and removing the protective cardboard and filling the tires with air.

And me, well I made some kind of un-politically correct faux pas at work via email by making a comment about Mexicans and their, shall we say, inability to be panicked by deadlines. (My exact quote was they are "not big on urgency.") So I ran this past S and 2 close friends who all agreed the folks I offended were indeed being overly sensitive! So fuck 'em.

Ok, this non-urgent Mexican-American is outta here!