The BBQ was pretty insane...

Firstly it was pretty cold and windy.  Then my BBQ broke and little did I know that it would be an easy fix so I carried on because hubby and cousin said it was not fixable.  Many hours later (after almost everyone had left) one of my friends took a look and popped the hose to the element back on D'oh.  Dammit I shoulda married him... kidding kidding.  Everyone was starved and everything was taking a very long time to cook.

Ironically in my dad's side of the family women (or at least me) were encouraged to learn everything.  I know some plumbing and electrical, I can put together a computer, etc, etc.  But BBQing was for men only.  Unfortunately I married a man who neither knows nor cares about BBQing, not one little bit.

Next time, if we are having that many people over I think I will BBQ the chicken ahead of time and heat it up in the oven.  Of course next time it will be one of those stinkin' hot days where the thought of turning on the oven makes you want to keel over and die and no one will want to eat anything (like my last BBQ where I ended up with TONNES of food left over)

Poor Disco-Baby wouldn't nap before the party so about 2 hours in he passed out and barely opened his eyes when he was handed to me, and then when I put him in his crib.  Of course Hubby didn't expect Disco-Baby to be in his crib so he was woken up.  Don't you worry though; he has gotten his revenge by sleeping badly ever since.  Mom + no sleep = cranky household.  Actually I am in a bit of a funk.  And an article over on Blogging Baby has got me wondering if I should talk to someone about it, even though I have less depressive symptoms now than before I had Disco-Baby.

Also life around here is going insane.  I have a TO DO list that keeps getting longer and longer.  I have put my foot down, we have to file our taxes this week (yeah I know, it is AUGUST), and hubby can deal with his old tax problems whenever he gets around to it (which will be when I put a gun to his head).  Why am I so ethical that I would not sign up for an account on the government webpage in his name so I could access the information?  Why do I keep expecting him to step up and be responsible for his actions?

I have to make a few baby carriers ASAP as on Sunday we are spending the whole day at The Ex and Disco-Baby is anti-stroller and weighs around 25lbs.  Also I really wish I could find the old carrier even though it doesn't really fit him anymore.  My mommy carried me around it and I do not want to admit it is gone.  I know it was in the dog backpack (the one I take when I walk the dog, not one the dog wears).  I remember because we couldn't find it and then when we were out I remembered where it was.  We got home and I looked and there it was and I took it out and put it somewhere.  The next time we were out somewhere and needed it I clearly remember thinking "Oh yeah I put it (blank)".  Yeah and where is that?  We just cleaned almost the whole house and I can not find it.

I also need to see if I can find cheaper TV, phone, and internet service providers as our contract is up and we are poor.  Also we went with our current provider mostly based on how fast they could set us up.  Yeah, I know.

I am also, as usual, dealing with interest relief applications for my student loans (which are of course not going well) and that means I can't deal with my credit card problems.  My credit card company has pissed me off for the last time.  Ok, my account was over-limit and past due (10 days or something) but I was calling because they managed to screw up my address AGAIN and I stopped receiving my mail AGAIN.  (I am supposed to trust these people with my credit?) and they were more interested in forcing me to talk to collections then fixing my address (not to mention I had other things I needed to discuss).  Maybe, just maybe, my bill would be paid if I received it??  (Ok, no it wouldn't have been, but still)

If I had a point to this entry I lost it somewhere, I am rambling because I am exhausted and high on caffeine (which I am going to pay for later when Disco Baby is hyped up, I know). 

Oh well, practice makes perfect.