Welcome to Wednesday! The Sticky-Stormy Edition

Despite all the really nasty weather this week 'round these parts, life is looking pretty good and I am shockingly whine free this week.  My family is all coming over for dinner tonight? You know, the one's I pretty much always end up crying over?  And I have to clean the house for?  I'm happy to see them.   Plus, my house is pretty much clean all the time now that Spouse is gone.

I suspect my sanguine attitude is largely because my interview with Dream Company went very, very well last week and I have been called back to meet an even higher manager than I met the first time later this week.  My references have been contacted and tell me that Dream Company really likes me.

Could my days as a slacker SAHM (snicker.  as if) be numbered?

But getting back to the heat, I sure wish the days of thunderstorms and high humidity would be numbered.  And you can number your whines and anti-whines while I will bring the prizes which include o.m.g. ponies!!!! and rainbows for all.  Because I am just that excited today, dear pixies.  

I apologize for posting this so early, but I don't know if I will get back to it later what with the company and the barnacle children terrified of my working full-time away from home.

Awards! Brought to you by King's Dominion!

MM and I are rushing out the door in an hour to spend the day with his friend LovesHighSchoolMusical and her father at the amusement park. So this is gonna be quick!

Elevated Risk of Mullet goes jointly to Miranda ("Lastly, anyone want a ten and/or six year old? Mine are for sale. The intersibling warfare is free.") and to Esperanza ("it is apparently impossible to squeeze 20 hours of work into one 8 hour day").

The Houseselling Stress Award goes jointly to Sue and Susan. We are all sending fluffy wishes and a crate of lemons to each of you.

Purple_Kangaroo gets Whine of Substance this week. Peek, I'm sorry about your hip and hope that you can pop it back in fast. What right does your chiropractor have to be out of town when you need her?

Hooray to the future Dr. Zils!!

And the coveted Style Award goes to Quinn for the prose poem: "C'mon, folks, I only want to taste the rainbow! Why the conspiracy to torture me?"

And that's it for this week! Come on back next week and bring your friends!!!

Wednesday Whining: Job Hunt Edition

There is a place I want to work. It is a big company. It is a big, big, company. It is literally five minutes from my house. I applied for some jobs. I have not heard back.

Therefore, lo, I am blue.

Bring then unto me your whines, your woes, your wednesday wailings. Yea verily we will celebrate them and lighten our burdens through the sharing thereof.

A Quick Annoucement: Change of Hosts

This is Liz, letting you know I'll be filling in for kathy a. this week. Kathy's mom has just had a stroke. Kathy, we are all thinking of you and your mom. I hope that she is able to make a full recovery. Sending prayers and love to you.

Awards!

Ice cream for everyone! Particularly Diane (it’s not her, it’s the baby who is eating it all) and Madeline. Extra ice cream for Esperanza – we hear it is good for lactating women and she needs the calories. Sugar free ice cream to Amy, along with sympathy vibes over a less than thrilling pregnancy. Yes, “there had better be a freakin' prize at the end.”

The Style Award (along with Amy’s aptly named ‘what fresh hell’) award goes to Margalit for her Mastercard worthy whines: ”Pictures of my daughter on Facebook smoking a bong. Priceless!”

We all can relate to, “Gas over $4.00/gal. Fantastic!” I am trying to look at this as an opportunity – after all, I like trains. I mean, 48 hours on Amtrak to travel 700 miles is an adventure, right?

The Elevated Risk of Mullet award goes to Kathy for the "Annual State Budget Rodeo and Standoff, wherein no checks get cut until 2/3 of the state legislature does the polka en masse and the governor learns to play the accordion," which we all think is the best way to describe the state budgeting process ev-ah.

Miranda’s anti-whine of “no one died this weekend” is indeed worthy. But, honey, we think that being your anti-whine, is whine-worthy in and of itself.

Klee, we are glad your performances (new choreography and all) are going well. Maybe Indiana Jones with the husband can be your victory lap when it is all over?

Liz, yay that the puking was a one time, motion sickness sort of thing, and the rash faded. Keep ducking those kid germ disasters!

Madeline, good save on the birthday! I am glad the art school was an acceptable substitute for Build-An-Alliterative-Stuffed-Animal.

The self-selected Old Skool prize to Purple­­_Kangaroo, for her situation with the housecleaners. Yes, yes, universe, she is grateful they make her life easier. But, could you please see if they could make her life easier without burning holes in her carpet and leaving her floors sticky with toxic chemicals?

Cluesticks to DevilMacDawg’s boss who forgets that DMD has, ya’ know, a LIFE, Sara’s micromanaging boss, and Sue’s stoopid “care” team.

Sarah at ratatat also gets an Old Skool prize for her deferred closet whine. We think you deserve a nice new closet, and wish you luck sorting out the dimensions of other people’s closets in the meantime.

DMD, good luck on the single parenting. We all know that “almost potty trained” is the worst, but have faith you are up to the challenge.

All the good vibes and (caffeinated) tea in China to Jenevieve, who is conquering finals and moving this week, so she can move on to the rocking summer.

Thanks for playing, Pixies. See you next week!

The ice cream edition!

This Wednesday Whining is brought to you from the southern coast, by a redzils who grew up much, much further north. The humidity is 50%, the temperatures are in the high 80s, and I feel like an icecream cone - I am melting.....

My anti-whine? Even though I wasn't signed up in advance, Miranda is letting me host my Very! First! Wednesday! Whine! Thanks, Miranda!

What are your whines, pixies? Any good anti-whines to cancel them out?

Anticipatory ice cream all around!

Awards! Brought to you by the number 325.

By my calculations, yesterday marked the start of my three-hundred-and-twenty-fifth period. To celebrate, I am adding a bottle of extra-strength motrin to every prize!!

Sarah at Ratatat wins "Most Heart-breaking" with the words "Anti-whine: she promises to try to keep my ovaries". Sarah, we are all thinking of you and so grateful that your girl is growing well and hoping that you get to keep all your girly bits intact and healthy. Love, love, love.

The "Happy Fireplacing Birthday" award goes to Kathy A., who also wins the style award for her haiku:

son's new bike, early

birthday present, was stolen

birthday is 6/5.

The "Timing is Everything" award goes to Diane. Two-person department! Two due dates! One! Day! Apart! Woo!

This week's "Elevated Risk of Mullet" goes to....Kathy A! for "There is significant local pressure for me to clean the fireplacing litter boxes again, already, as if I hadn't done that in the last 24 hours, too." I'm not sure, but I think this may be the first week that Style and EROM went to the same person for two different whines.

Debangel is, I think, worthy of a new award: the "Yes, my dear, you win" award for most worthy whines in a single paragraph. I'm so sorry, Debangel, about everything.

KLee, I know you are going to slay them! Congratulations on your opening night!

Hugs to margalit.

And congratulations to Esperanza's Baboo who does NOT have the horrible disease!!! May she now remember how to sleep through the night. Sending also patience to Baboo's daddy. Rome was not built in a day.

Hugs and air freshener to Amy and Amy's mom.

And...that's all for this week. Tune in next week when your hostess with the mostest will be the lovely and talented Miranda!