Ten o’clock on a Saturday morning and I’m not only wide awake but I’m on my second 16 oz cup of coffee and have already done a blog post, a review, called my mother and taken the dogs out twice.

Huh.

Who’d have thunk?

I’m, as previously stated, not much of a morning person.  I’ve had to get up early all week, though, for the new jobby thing so I guess my body is adjusting a little.

It didn’t hurt that Taylor is working this morning and That Teen is over at his grandparents for the weekend and I knew I’d have the house blissfully, peacefully, to myself.  That’s major motivatin to get up and at ‘em since sleeping away my rare quiet time is a waste.

So, here I sit, hot coffee at my elbow with nothing to say.

Isn’t that just the sucks?

The jobby thing is going ok.  I’m a little insecure about it.  I know I come across as this loud mouthed, totally secure, often arrogant thing but in reality I’m often pretty worried and nervous.  It still kind of floors me that someone wants to pay me to do anything besides wipe butt, put in catheters and check on the loonies so, yanno, of course I’m questioning my own capabilities.

I’m sure it’ll be fine and those fine folks I’m working for will be quick to let me know if it isn’t.  Heh.  But I still worry.

What else?

We’ve got a wedding to go to next weekend.  That should be fun.

I’ve turned Sunday into “family day”.  Every Sunday, all thru summer, I’ve informed The Teen he’s not allowed to go out with friends.  Why, you ask?  Well, partially because we don’t have enough dedicated time to do stuff as a family.  But MOSTLY because he’s a teen and he’s always so antsy to go hang with friends that he acts snippy and does a shitty job at his chores and whatnot.  We do a lot of yard work and stuff around here in the summer and I’m majorly tired of him having to be yelled at and directed to do things properly cuz he’s too concerned with getting done and out of here.  So.  Now he has no reason to be in a hurry and every reason to settle down and enjoy the day with us.  (Which we found out last weekend works fabulously.  As soon as he was informed he wasnt’ going anywhere, he started doing a good job, made his own little watermelon garden and had fun hanging out with us.)

Not much else to day today.  I’s boring. :P

I’m going to go take a bath and get dolled up so that when Taylor gets home I’m fuckably irresistible.

Hope y’all are having a fantastic weekend!