Some days it is frighteningly clear to me why I am not a rocket scientist, or rich.
Today would be one of those days

I am in meltdown mode. I am so stressed I can't think clearly (too complicated to explain why), I am BEYOND the highest level of PMS, my heart is acting funny again so I am going to have to wear that funny monitor for 24 hours again (skipping beats, stuttering beats and a resting heart-rate of 128). BUT, I have the sweetest partner in the world. She came home last night after a really bad day of her own and insisted I relax and let her make dinner. She poured me some wine and went to make dinner. She dimmed the lights and lit candles, she wouldn't let me lift a finger, she made me comfort food (pasta), she turned down the bed, put Deadlies.t cat.ch on the TV for me and then walked the dog. She is the best, and I am very spoiled. But I am still having a meltdown.

My Honey took me through the diamond district Sat to pick the kind of setting I want for my engagement ring. Pretty cool huh?

I am so freakin cranky I can't even stand myself. I should be locked away until I am human again.

Well, the corporate CF;O where my GF works was replaced yesterday, with about 10 minutes notice I think. My GF reports directly to the corporate CF;O. New CF;Os generally bring in their own team. My GF has survived the last 5 changes in CF;Os because she is damn good at what she does, but this means she has to prove herself to the new guy if she wants to keep her job. That means she goes back to 16-18 hour days, and our vacation plans are shot. And she could still end up getting replaced with 10 minutes notice.
Crap

I may have solved my boredom problem. Here’s how;

1. I found a research group who needs a volunteer conservation biologist to monitor the river area by my house. I can do that. I like to do that. (I know, I’m a dork). This will give me exercise and make my brain happy.
2. I think I have secured lab space to process all the samples I collected from the southern territory of the birds I did my thesis on (that could get me from Master’s to Phd, can you imagine, Dr. Otter?)
3. Training my dog to shut-the-fuck-up when people walk by our house.

That ought to keep me busy for a bit.

This past Sat was my partner's birthday. She loves Alaskan Crab legs. I remembered that a blogger I follow owns a clam house in CT so I e-mailed her and got the info. So off we went to the Mansion Clam House in Westport CT.
OMG! The place was adorable! Just what a clam house should be. The service was fantastic, and we got to meet (I think she said I could say it, but I am not 100% sure, so I won't). I have never met a blog-pal in real life before. We were happy to find that not only did she only have one head, she was totally charming and spoiled us rotton. Oh, and the crab! I have never seen such huge portions of crab. We were planning on giving in and eating a few orders each. We didn't need to, we were full. I don't know if that was their usual portion size or if it was more of us being spoiled, but wow. Y'all should go there, really, like now, I'll drive.

It is very rare that I am bothered by the fact that very few people in the service industry in NY speak English, hell, I can't speak two languages either (although I can curse like a sailor in Spanish, my ex was from Cuba).
But today, today I want to smack the crap out of people. I have learned to order my coffee in Spanish because I was sick of finding sugar in it, but I draw the line at mastering how to do it in three or four different languages.
Coffee with milk how fukking hard is that to understand when you work at a COFFEE CART????????
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Last night we had to follow through on a promise that my cute, but naive partner made to the little 6 year-old boy next door many moons ago (I told her those little fukkers never forget a promise). She promised the little bugger she would take him to hit golf balls at the driving range some day. Well, someday turned out to be yesterday, and ‘her’ taking him turned out to be ‘us’ taking him. This kid is cute. This kid is polite, well-behaved, sweet and smart. But… this kid is SIX!!!! This means that he goes through a bucket of 100 golf balls in under 4 minutes! It used to be that you could slow the kids down by making them put their own ball on a tee each time. Now there is this cool machine that just keeps teeing them up for you! The kid looked like a windmill with that club. I don’t even think he took a breath.
My partner wanted to show him how to hold the club, how to swing, etc. I just laughed at her. She has never spent time with a six year old boy away from his folks, and with a great new weapon to swing and smash balls with. She got as far as “stand here…” and that was it. The kid was a freakin lunatic.
The nice baby-dyke at the driving range let us take him on the put-put course for free, to calm him down before we had to take him home.
We finally get him calmed down and she wants to buy him candy or ice cream (it’s now almost 8pm on a school night!). I had to stop her. I have never had kids, but I have taken care of plenty of them, ya don’t jack them up on sugar at 8 on a school night and then send them home to Mom and Dad (unless you are related, then it’s funny).


On a totally different topic..

You might remember how worried we were about telling CN (Crazy Neighbor) about us being gay. Well, things have been so much easier since we told her, it’s great. There is one little bit that bothers my partner. CN can’t figure out why we haven’t gotten married, and keeps telling my partner to make an honest woman of me. This cracks me up. I would like for us to be married, but she’s not ‘out’ to her family or job and is too afraid to do that yet. The other night I made dinner for the 3 of us (she eats with us at least a few times a week) CN and my partner were raving about the food when CN asked me to marry her, since I’m single and all… my partner started to protest when CN started prancing around my living room singing some song about ‘if ya liked it , should-a put a ring on it’ or some shit like that. It was hilarious.

will post pics soon. Had a wonderful vacation. Delta Airlines sucks rancid ass
Delta Airlines sucks rancid ass
Delta Airlines sucks rancid ass
Delta Airlines sucks rancid ass
Delta Airlines sucks rancid ass