I should be packing my lunch or something.

Another early morning in Dot. Someday when we "Spring Ahead," maybe I'll be able to sleep past 6am. That would be nice. Still, it's nice to be woken by sunshine. Sunshine and cats.

Jen and I spent a good portion of yesterday trying to find a draining kit for a waterbed. Talk about frustrating! The store people at all of the stores looked at us like we were crazy. Today I'll probably try calling a furniture store that actually sells waterbeds and see if they have info. I found part of a draining kit at Dad's house but the most important part (the pump part that sucks the water out) was missing. We bought a hand pump at one point out of desperation and after nearly an hour of pumping, we'd probably sucked out a gallon of water TOPS. So that's out. So frustrating. Effing waterbed, I hate you.

We spent another Sunday bagging and boxing all of the random crap that the auction people left behind at Dad's house. It's simply amazing how much stuff is in there, seriously. How one person could amass so much... stuff... it kills me. We probably have 40 garbage bags stacked in the dining room right now, and tons of boxes of housewares in the other room to donate. At least all of the food has gone to the food pantry, the kitchen appliances have been scrubbed out, and all of the cabinets are empty. It's funny how even when everything is gone that you can /see/, there's still all that other stuff hiding in things like cabinets and drawers. Packrats are the devil.

I'm looking forward to the day when Jen and I can spend a Sunday together without cleaning out a house... and not because of some lame excuse like illness or a blizzard.

Have a great Monday, kids.

It's hari kari, Mom.

Long day. I meant to come home after work and eat food in the house like a good girl, but after a pretty ridiculous assessment that ended at 6:15pm, I needed to decompress with Coworker Funk... and that meant dinner. So I ordered the cheapest thing on the menu and am not going to stress about it. I just wish money was free. Or that I had more of it.

The thing is, I'm lucky. I have a decent chunk of savings, especially for someone who is a social worker and doesn't make a big salary. I've been saving this money since I graduated from college, most of it, and I always thought I would use it to buy a house. But now we're going to use some of it for babymaking instead. It's kind of weird to wrap my head around, because I always just thought I would use that money for a house. And whenever I have to spend any significant amount of money, I get kind of freaked. We paid off the car last month and I'm glad Jen wrote the big check because, hello, anxious.

I know it's only money and I know that we will always make do. We're survivors. I just /really/ like to be safe, to have a cushion, to have options. And I'm psyched that we DO have options, now that we actually want to use some of it... but still. It's weird.

So yeah, I just finished telling myself that we needed to cut all kinds of extraneous spending for now, and then promptly went out to dinner. Wahoo. Go me!

p.s. It was so worth it. If I hadn't had that chat with Coworker Funk, I probably would have committed hare krishna on my job.

On the Radio

I listen to a good bit of radio in the car on my way to home visits and once we got one of those "we play everything" stations (Here it's 93.7 Mike FM, in New York it's Jack FM I think.) I haven't been able to listen to anything else. It's like crack!

In lieu of DJs, they have one recorded voice... and you can also leave messages on their voicemail and sometimes they will play them. Of course I had to do this.

I left Mike a message about 3 weeks ago that said something like, "Hey Mike, my wife and I are getting ready to try to have a baby and we're looking for a donor. Are you interested? I /really/ want to have your baby, Mike." I thought it was clever, but then was totally bummed that they never put my voicemail on the radio. So I have been trying to think of another one.

BUT THEY PLAYED IT TODAY WHEN I WAS GOING TO A HOME VISIT! There I was, racing up Freeport Street around 2:50pm, and I heard someone talking about a wife and a baby, and then I realized, HEY, THAT'S ME!

I did it! I made it on the radio! Hopefully I will become one of those voicemails they play quite a bit for a week or so. I want other people to hear me, too!