Holy crap…

Hadn’t realized I’d not been uploading my posts. I’ve been doing a bit of blogging from work lately, and since our network here is sluggish at best, I save my entries as drafts quite often just to keep my words safe. I had a gorgeous post once a while back that disappeared in a puff of smoke upon clicking “Publish Post” because our network had gone down while I was typing. The heartbreak was terrible, and I shall not invite it back.

So yeah. There’s some posts here I need to upload. On top of the three I still need to upload from May. I’m so damn behind on this, it’s not even funny. Well. I’m sure it’s funny to someone. I’m not finding it particularly humorous right now just because…well, I don’t. But feel free to chuckle all you want.

I need to thumb through all my posts to make sure they’re finished, and then I’ll start uploading those. As well as the ones from May.

Aren’t you glad I don’t have kids?

The festival is seven weeks away and I’m just now noticing. Oh, I noticed before, to an extent. But just in an “Oh that’s nice, dear” kind of way, where I would mentally pat myself on the head and go one with my business.

But now…the fear of god is in me. I am suddenly feeling a bit of the crunch coming on, and it has the texture of sandpaper, rubbing my tender bits into a rashy mess. I finally sat down yesterday and made a list of the bajillion things I simply need to get done before the fest…and boy is it scary. SCARY. I mean, technically I have only five weeks to prep, since the week leading up to the fest I will actually be IN North Bend, and the week prior to that I’ll be camping in Fort Bragg. So save for a few minor tasks, everything has to be done in the next five weeks. And the list not only includes festival tasks, it also includes home tasks…yardwork and organizing and such.

Don’t hate me because I’m busy.

I felt like a total asswhore on Sunday when I had to tell Jette I only had Thursday night free this week and wouldn’t be able to attend her birthday dinner tomorrow night. It’s such a joke…I’m so not busy any other time of the year…but June and July arrive and suddenly it’s like I’m the most popular girl on the block. Why oh why couldn’t this karma have kicked in back in ’89?

The weather is starting to get on my nerves. We all know I don’t like the heat. I’d rather live in a hobbit hole for four months out of the year than deal with the triple digits that plague us every damn summer. But this year…I’m not even sure what to think. Yesterday it was 96. Today it’s 90. Tomorrow? 84. And this weekend? 70 with a chance of thundershowers. I so don’t understand weather.

I’m happy for the cooler summer temps, but my body is totally confused. It was all prepared to acclimate and adjust…but now it doesn’t know what the hell to do. So of course I am in a constant state of feeling yucky; the hotter days show up and I sweat and stink and feel ill and not hungry. The cooler days arrive and I pull on my warmest clothes and drink exorbitant amounts of tea, coffee, and soup. Honestly…I just want a normal summer. I’m glad that my electricity bill is going to be gorgeous and small, and I really appreciate not sweating to death in my sleep and waking up smelling like a garbage scow, but I don’t know how much more of this yo-yo effect I can take.

I’m so ready to pull out my vacation togs…