Week In Review... you're welcome
In the few minutes that I have not spent obsessing over whether my daughter will get into the Art School in the fall, I've been very busy this week. Just a random sampling of what's been going on round these parts...
Tim's dad is here, visiting from Chicago. Which means my alcohol intake has tripled this week, as compared to a normal week when we don't open two bottles of red wine per night.
Erinna celebrated her 17th birthday this week. As a family, we all went to the Blazers v Wizards NBA game which was, arguably, the most boring game in the history of the NBA. Until the last 20 seconds. Then it got good. Because I am *that mom* I prepared a birthday-party-in-a-bag to take with us, which included funny cards, gifts, a birthday tiara and a ginormous I'M THE BIRTHDAY GIRL pin to wear, all the things that a 17-year-old young woman wants going on at an NBA game. But because I am also *me* I... wait for it... left the eff'ing bag at home. OF COURSE I DID.
We've all but given up on selling our house. Interest has dropped off. We have a couple who are interested in leasing the house for two years. Older folks, grown kids, both have stable 10+ years at their government jobs. We're considering doing it. There are four units for rent in the townhouse complex that we want to buy in. It could be a good chance to sample the lifestyle and decide if it's right for us. We're meeting with the couple tomorrow night, for the third time, to iron out the details.
What else.... you already know about the 200 hours spent at the ballroom showcase. And have I mentioned that I work FULL TIME now, as in OMG I was such a slacker before? Yeah, there's that. OH, and we received my hospital bill from my first hospital stint. $42,000. I am not even making that up. HOW CAN THAT BE? We have insurance, albeit shitty insurance, but still. $42,000 for a bum gallbladder? Healthcare reform, who?
Lastly, before I log off and order pizza for dinner, I am running a half-marathon. On July 4th. Probably. I didn't register yet, but I am *thisclose* to registering. I ran one last year, in June, so I know that I can be ready, physically, by July 4th. It's just a matter of getting my head in the game and my arse of the sofa.
Happy spring, ya'll.