ammogirl

It’s hot here right now.  Like, HOT.  Maybe not as hot as it is in Arizona, or California, or Nevada, but it was 92 degrees here today, and humid, and it’s ridiculous for it to be like that, because there is no A/C in these houses.

Our bedroom is on the second floor, and while we leave all the blinds down during the day, the heat is still rising up and collecting in this big pocket of hell’s flames around our bed.  Since I’m a hot sleeper anyway, and spend any number of nights waking up in a puddle with sweat dripping between my boobs, this extra heat just adds to the misery.  I’ve kept John awake many, many nights with my tossing and turning, and while he is the nicest man in the world, I can tell it’s sort of irritating.

The other night, long after John had fallen asleep, I realized it was going to be particularly bad, with the tossing and turning and adjusting and dripping and sighing, so I had this conversation with my husband:

me: “John.  John.  John!”

John: “…”

me:  “Hey, so, it’s pretty hot tonight, so I might go sleep downstairs on the couch.  If I wake you up with my tossing and turning, let me know and I’ll head down, okay?”

John: “…”

me: “Okay?”

John: “…”

me: “…okay?”

John: “You WOKE. ME. UP.”

I quickly got the hint.  I didn’t sleep any better on the couch.

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The next morning, I woke up and started my morning routine–John gets the coffee pot filled with water and puts a filter in before we go to bed, I grind the coffee beans and start the pot when I wake up.  Usually when I do this, both the cats are following me around, rubbing on my legs, eager for their morning scratch.  However, that particular morning, I just had one friend.  I was instantly worried, because the girl cat discovered she could get outside through the laundry room last week and since then has been Harry Houdini.  I was convinced she had gotten outside, and after a quick search headed to the side door.  The minute I opened it, however, two things happened:  one, my missing cat came all feliney down the stairs, and my not missing cat bolted out the open door.  Immediately after that, a bird flew down and swooped him, and he jumped into the empty lot next to our house.

I panicked because while I like both of our cats, it’s not an even amount, and this one is my favorite.  I ADORE my cat.  I didn’t want him lost.  So I ran upstairs, threw open the bedroom door, and said this to my peacefully sleeping husband:

me:  “John.  John.  JOHN!”

John: “…”

me:  “Hey.  Sorry, but Peanut got outside! He is in the field!”

John: “…”

me:  “…I can get him.”

I don’t know why my husband loves me so much.

Tschuss!!

Wow, I am having…not a BAD day, so much, but just not a REGULAR day.  It started out fine, with the maintenance guy coming out to fix my dryer, which I have been holding shut with Gorilla tape for the past five months (sort of a pain in the ass.  I wouldn’t recommend it), but then I noticed I was having bad hair day.  I discovered why when I drove to work and had to park 1/4 mile away–in the 90 degree/one million % humidity.  I was hot.

And then at work I just felt blah.  I wasn’t cranky, I just didn’t feel like talking to anyone about anything.  I felt really hatey towards my job today, too.  Like, next month our paperwork comes down for IPCOT, which stands for In-Place Consecutive Overseas Tour, and while I want to stay here so the girls go to and graduate from one high school only, I think of doing another four years in the same position and it turns my stomach.

When it was time to go to PT, I walked the 1/4 mile to my hot ass all-black car, and by the time I got to the gym I was already soaked with sweat.  Then I dropped my earphones in the parking lot and stepped on the right one, leaving it crippled but maybe still serviceable, but since my iPod froze the minute I walked in the gym I will never know if the earphones survived my Godzilla stomping or not.

30 minutes of non-soundtracked cardio later (boring), I came home and showered and realized that although I’ve been working out like a maniac, doing strength, cardio, yoga and tennis six days a week, YOU CAN’T TELL.

Finally, when John came home I started making guacamole to go with our dinner, I became incredibly stupid and cut a lime while holding it in my hand, andddd…I cut my finger.  It’s deep!  And bloody.  And on my index finger, which makes it sort of hard to…do anything, really.

So there you have it.  I have had a bad Monday. And my finger is bleeding on my keyboard.  Gross.

Tschuss!!

So.  Several months ago I had an issue with my phone, in which my local phone calls were not free.  This was not a problem until the girls suddenly discovered the phone and talking on it, and my phone bill started steadily rising each month, from $100, to $175, to $285, to $325.  Somewhere in between $285 and $325, I changed my service plan to include free local calls, and let the girls loose.

Wellio.  What I did not account for was calling cell phones from a house phone.  I discovered the error of my ways yesterday when I looked at the account we have solely to pay our German bills (rent, gas, electric, water, phone/dsl), and discovered this:

That entry at the top?  The one that says, TKS KAISERSLAUTE RN?  THAT IS MY PHONE BILL.

Okay, now.  First of all, no, I’m not mad at the girls, because they had no idea–I had no idea, for that matter–that it would be so costly.  I’m sure I was told that when signing my service contract, but I forget everything, remember?  Except…you can be damn sure I will be remembering it from now on.  Secondly…$758!  Good god THAT’S A LOT OF MONEY!

Anyway, an update to my last post:  I totally DID get the towns mixed up, and it WAS KoTweiler I was looking for, not KoLLweiler, and I’m completely dumb.  Also, when I mentioned to John the next day that he had said “Yes” when I asked if they lived in Kollweiler, he was like, “Oh, that…um…I wasn’t actually listening to you.”  So I glared at him via IM.

Also, I forgot to mention that I locked myself out of the house on Tuesday morning, and had to flag down unsuspecting neighbor as he was driving by and use his cell phone to call John, who then came home and let me in the house.

And, finally, I would like to point out that my birthday is in 11 days.  For the record.

Tschuss!!