A day (or two or three) in the life of...

Let's see, where to start on the ketching up. So, a couple of weeks ago, my vehicle was 'stolen' by a group of drunken chickies from the Warehouse District valet service. The valet service was mostly to blame as they just gave a vehicle away to a bunch of drunkies who described a dark colored Jeep Cherokee and squealed that they lost their keys, so what does the Valet dude do? He says 'no prob' and goes to search the parked vehicles for one that matches their description. He gives them my vehicle, I watch in dismay (I clearly should have thrown my body in front of the vehicle and stopped this but I was doubtful that it could be my vehicle that was being given away and I was also in part shock) and when the car takes off down the street and I look to see it was in fact my license plate, I shook my head and tap said valet dude's shoulder and tell him he just gave my vehicle away. His eyes pop wide and he throws me his phone to call the cops. Oh. Ok. I call the ...

Ok, to follow Harms' lead here, I'm going to at least post every Monday if not more often. I've sucked at this lately and mostly it's because I've been completely whiney and a big baby about having to work hard at my new job. I've whined like I get paid for it for the past few weeks! Poor Jems and Cowboy have put up with my crankiness on overdrive, my complaints of constant headaches and not wanting to talk at all after work. I need to get over myself and get over this shift in energy. When it comes down to it, I'm thankful for this new job and the pay and that it supports us at a time when times are really freaking tough. Cowboy and I have found ourselves in such reverse roles when it comes to income and he's been trying to hold his end up in regards to attitude and positive vibes. I've just been... a baby. But, in my defense, I'm really not used to working this fucking hard. I cuss because I mean it. Trust. So, aside from work, what...