weapons of massdistraction

Lately I’ve had some good times - two stellar evenings out on the town, lunch with a fun bunch of friends at The Wienery, and getting caught up on my stories (Battlestar Galactica, Burn Notice, Heroes, Life) . But it’s not all fun and games. Financial woes are getting the better of me. I’ve been feeling overwhelmed by them, but need to get over it and come up with solutions (that don’t involve auctioning off internal organs). Soon. But I find myself either in high gear or way way down low. I need to settle into a more functional operating mode…somewhere between happyfunparty times and paralyzing abject surrender. And all this stress spills over into my parenting, which I am deeply unhappy about. I need to keep it in check. Like today. Our Sunday started off badly, with me reprimanding the little man more harshly than was necessary. But I managed to salvage it with copious amounts of cuddling and board game playing. And tomorrow I’ll be taking the lad to the office with me, which he’s excited about. School is closed because of the President’s Day holiday but so is the childcare program. It’s also a postal holiday which means my checking account balance will be in the red until Tuesday, when the child support check finally shows up. Groan.

Enough of the dire. Instead of staying home to sulk this Valentine’s Day I headed out to the Turf Club. There I was surrounded by friendly faces and spent the evening with some of the people I love, socializing with friends old and new, and forgetting my troubles for a time. But this coming week there’s real work to be done.

Bonus: An excellent question posed by Bre Pettis: What do we call the friends on the internet we’ve never met in person? Over the years I’ve met and become real world friends with a handful of such people. But others I may never meet, mostly due to geography/finances. Like Daniel in Australia or Cherie in Switzerland or even Giyen in Seattle (though I am a big fan of the Pacific NW).
Plus: Oh how I adore McSweeney’s. Yesterday I caught up on their short imagined monologues.
And: Foxes jumping on a trampoline.