Are We There Yet?

Yes, still alive. No, I am not off on a secret love tryst. Crap.

What I have been doing is 1) dealing with various teenager issues. Don't ask. 2) helping to relocate our entire division to other locations, because contractors are having to install sprinklers for the next 10 weeks at Ye Olde Place of Employment. When did we find out about this move? Last Friday. When was moving day? Yesterday. Where am I today? Work. (No, my job does not normally involve Saturdays, as the state does not like to pay overtime, and I work for the state.)

Damn, yesterday I should've been getting an additional salary as part of the Facilities crew. I even have the cool boots. I and one of my colleagues moved shelving units, file cabinets, tables, and all the personal effects. We hooked up computers, faxes and printers. And no, we were not moving across the hall -- I'm talking moving to a completely different building. Actually 2 different buildings. Basically, we hustled. And now, I and 3 of my coworkers are cramped into one room until fall.

Let the Office Dynamics begin. Whee.

Actually it felt good to do some physical work for a change. Then, when I got home, exhausted, the whole Summer Solstice Endless Daylight thing got me pumped up even more, and I mowed the entire lawn.

Today my back feels like someone mowed it.

This morning my Teenager: Male Type left for football camp. He's going over the mountains to Eastern Washington. This should seriously be a separate state from Western Wa. The Cascades are like a freaking border, politically, physically and weather-wise. He will get to experience heat. I'm insanely jealous. I mean, are you telling me the coaches couldn't have used an assistant? Kind of a Mom-Friday? Would it have killed the boy to have his mom there at football camp?

Also, now that he's getting up there in years, and has moved from middle school football to the high school football, where the almost-men play, AND because he has raised his level of studenthood and studiousness to new heights this year, the boy deserved a pair of football gloves. There are, I've learned, many types of football gloves. It's not like you can just go in and ask for "football gloves". Oh no. And have the pimply faced sports store employee smirking in his superiority? I don't think so.

The Man Child is a Running Back and working on his receiver skills, so there is a certain glove for that. The palms are sticky like fly paper. I bought middle of the road gloves, which are $45. WTF?! That and the cost of the camp and the friggin' snacks should buy me some heavy loyalty and chore-doing on his part. Maybe he'll even kiss my ring. Anyway, he tried the gloves at practice yesterday, and pronounced them "pretty sweet."

Oh, the aforementioned Son has a new girlfriend. As of the 8th grade "graduation" dance last night. This is not the same new one from 2 weeks ago. Thankgawd it's not that fast little trollop who's been tailing him all year. Anyway, more on the Girlfriend Chronicles later, it's actually a pretty good story.

Eldest daughter left for QueerFest this morning with her two friends, Cello Boy and Piano Boy, whom she basically hooked up. Cello Boy has been one of her best friends since we came back to the States. Obviously, he plays cello. He also conducts. He recently turned 21, and has basically been getting his Ho on since he turned 19 and moved to the city to attend college. He is now figuring out how to get his drink on. Daughter, who shuns alcohol of any type, was on the phone last night giving directions on crossing the street safely and instructing him to get somewhere and get some food into him. Then i hear her groan, "OhmyGAWD -- no! Tequila is not your friend! And it does NOT go well with vodka. Seriously. Ask my Mom. She imposed a tequila limit on herself. There's a reason for that." He started singing after that, apparently, then told her to relay his love and devotion to me. Gotta love him.

Piano Boy is younger, just graduated high school, has been out for about a year, mildly religious, but "in a good way" whatever that means. Great kid. Anyway, long story short, daughter gets these 2 together, but Cello Boy is basically in it for fun and prizes, while Piano Boy really likes Cello Boy. But, surprisingly, turns out Piano Boy can pretty much fend for himself. Asked the daughter point blank if Cello Boy was safe, if he got tested regularly, if he was a player, or into relationships. Daughter told the truth. Cello Boy got pissed, daughter told him to get over it, he pretty much saw the point. Piano Boy set his boundaries, and they're all going to Queer Fest today.

Daughter fully expects to get dumped for greener pastures today.

When she met these guys (separately and a year or so apart), she fancied they might be "prospects". They're both scathingly hot. Of course they are. They have further confirmed for her that All the Good Ones Are Gay or Taken.

Tomorrow she and Cello Boy are leaving for Leavenworth WA for the Summer Symphony there. As daughter is the rehearsal pianist for the symphony, she gets the whole shebang at no cost to her. Leavenworth is weird -- it is basically a reproduction of the Bavarian Alps here in the good old US of A. I mean, it's beautiful, I like it, but ... I don't know, it's just weird. I mean, after having lived in Germany, it's just strange to go to this Pseudo-Bavaria. It's not Disneyesque or anything, but ... I don't know.

Anyway, the man-child is off to warmer climes, the daughter is off to a Cascade paradise. Not liking them too much at the moment.

So, that leaves me and Teen Demon.

Luv y'all! C U L8R! 2 gr8 2b 4gotten! Let's def hang out over summer!!! Kewl!

Sorry -- been looking at the new yearbooks too long.