Ta Da! I'm Back!!

Hey gang,

Yep, I'm back. I'm sure you thought you got rid of me but here I am. Happy and well, enjoying my existence.

Short answers to the weekend: family was in town, too much gin and tonic consumed, life is good.

Monday I was feeling under the weather so I stayed home and slept. PM woke me up at noonish with his call concerning whether I was alive or not. I had emailed the boss earlier in the day but was apparently too out of it to include my normal cadre of Misfit Toys in the email. Sorry gang.

I did watch the finale of LOST. Holy Frack, Batman ... mind .. is .. blown .. need .. more .. brain .. cells.

I also answered a call from Maestro regarding his move. Mental note to self: do not answer phone when friends are moving to third floor apartment. Cardio be damned, I got a workout and two thirds from that bitch. Maestro, I love you babe, but seriously I am giving you the money to move next time. You buy the beverages we drink while watching others lift your shit. Oh, and keep less books, thanks. *smootch*

Today was interview day for the new grant accountant. New grant accountant, you say? Yes, we managed to scare off the old one in record time. Had a few interviews with new prospects and have two solids. Am soooooo hoping this works out. I so need this to work out. I am not meant to do accounting shit. Hate. Hate. Hate.

Also did some low level work crap I had to do.

I have a few things to do tonight before bed, not the least of which is read nine grant apps before tomorrow at ten. Yes, I should have done them earlier and no, I didn't want to. Am hoping this earns me mega brownie points with the Department of Education. If not, it will have earned me extra work, for which I will not be paid and for which I will not enjoy. Blech.

Had a first date tonight ... meh. No sparks, just meh. He would like to see me again. I remain noncommital as is my wont.

Tomorrow night is an outing with Angela from work :) YEAH. So Much Fun.

Oh and my happiest of happiest, my main man, Barack Obama, appears to have wrapped up the nomination. Here's to Change. Here's to Hope. Here's to Senator Obama. (yeah!! rah!!! rah!!!)

Also, interesting stuff on indystar.com -- property tax information on every parcel of property, often searchable by name, for nearly all the counties within the Indy Star readership area. I found some interesting things ... not the least of which being combined property records for those who once claimed he was single. Very Very Interesting. Sometimes it is quite handy to be so damn good at research. Heh. It explains a great deal ...

And a big ol'welcome to friends of friends who venture to this blog. Glad to have you, enjoy your stay. Introduce me to your single, non-insane, childless male friends. Yes, I realize you have no one that meets that criteria. A girl can dream, right?

Oh, and a final funny ha ha/funny peculiar to PM. Today I nearly had to haul his children in my car b/c his car would not start after work. I cannot tell you how close I came to hyperventilating at the thought of two carseats in my car. It was overwhelming. The reason why your car started at the last minute was all the way down the stairs I prayed to Allah, Buddha, God, Jesus, Mother Earth, the Great Spirit and anyone else I could think of that your car would start. I was completely freaked at having two small children in my car. I * AM * NOT * READY * YET.

Seriously, I was sweating at the thought of children in my car. Ai yi yi.

Goodnight ... off to read grants.