skibigsky's Diaryland Diary

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More Volitalization

The MIL is gone. And don’t get me wrong. She means well. She honestly thinks that she is helping, or passing on the wisdom of her years, or that she’s just used to things a certain way and is surprised when they are not. And for short periods of time, she is really quite amusing. She just gets a little grating when the periods of time get more extended.

I mean, how can it help to take my dirty dishes, which are neatly stacked in one sink, wash them all, and them leave them scattered on the kitchen counter because you don’t know where to put them? I know that she wanted to be helpful, and that she can’t sit still for any period of time whatsoever without doing SOMETHING, but leaving my relatively uncluttered-kitchen cluttered with dishes was a bit misguided. She could have sorted through the magazines in the bathroom and handed me all the ones that were more than a month old (she’s done this before). That would have been helpful. But instead, I had to put away dishes at a time when I didn’t want to deal with dishes.

*ahem.

She really does mean well, and she takes very good care of us. But just like extended periods of exposure to Mr. V. drives most people bananas, extended exposure to Mrs. V. drives me a little batty. Actually, her, by herself, might be okay. But the two of them together? Sheesh. Like mother, like son. And the more I think about it, the more I think it’s actually the interaction between the two of them that really drives me to drink.

Heh.

Anyhoo. We played golf this morning, and I sucked horrifically (3rd round since the broken arm). The arm is okay – a little sore, but I think that’s just because I’ve played 3 rounds of 9 in 3 days – and clearly I haven’t lost EVERYTHING, but being just a little off turns a good round into a really bad round.

I’m gonna blame it on the fact that I was using rental clubs, though!

Oh gods. When the hell did it become football season?!? Nooooo. Please. Nooooo. Spare me. Go on strike. Something. Because it is going to be nothing but football from now until July, or whenever the season ends (oh, no, wait – that’s hockey….). Aaaah.

I guess now I’ll have time to catch up on my reading, writing, and possibly, just possibly start the school thing. Hmm… Gotta look into that school thing again.

And one other thing. I am FINALLY going to become Dr. Volatile. I have held off on the name-changing thing for a variety of reasons, including Mr. V.’s now-settled IR$ issues, the possible refinancing of the house (which isn’t going to happen now – if you haven’t been paying attention BIG things have been happening in the mortgage business – affecting Wall Street and interest rates; be prepared to see home values dip for a while – great if you are looking to buy and can qualify, not so good for everyone else), and a few other things. But with all that done (or far enough in our future), I have bundled up the necessary documents, and will send them off to my local Social Security office tomorrow. Once I get that back, I’ll be able to have the fun of changing Every Single account I have over. But that’s okay. I’ve wanted to do the name change thing since I got married. (Yeah, so it will take me close to 3 years by the time it is all said and done…. I’m a bit slow…)

But I guess it could be argued that if we've lasted 3 years, it is CERTAINLY time to make it permanent. But I would have made it permanent (name-wise, that is), long before this if I could have. The last name may not be ideal (think Liquid Plummr, for those of you who know me!), but it is my husband's last name, and so mine.