Men and directions

*ugh* Blogger's having posting issues. So I don't know when this will get out. But I'll just tell the story of my boyfriend and directions while I'm finishing my coffee.

Boyfriend will be coming up to my parents house Wednesday for Thanksgiving. He emailed me last night and reminded me I need to provide directions. So I sent back a long winded email on the best way to get to Fountain Hills (could come from two different directions). Then provided details on the speed traps, street names, landmarks, number of stop signs/lights you have to pass through before next turn. Plus the street you turn on for my parents house has a different name than the street address because as you round a corner, it changes names (but it's not very well signed at all).

I ended the email with the physical address, phone number, and a suggestion that I could meet him at the edge of Fountain Hills, and he could follow me to my parents place. It's part of my spring time tradition because visiting family members from Chicago can NEVER remember how to get there.

He replied - "thanks, I think I can find it."

No offense, but this is coming from the guy when I gave him directions to my place I said "follow Speedway for 12 miles and turn left past Pantano". So what did he do - turned on Pantano. Umm, then why is my street address on Speedway? To his credit, he did find it.

I tried to stress to him that if you look at at map of Fountain Hills roads, it looks like an ant hill from hell. Streets change names, very few streets are straight (and/or level hence the Hills part of the name). I've been driving through Fountain Hills since I was 16, and I can still get lost. So quit being macho, and let me show you the way to my parents house (there's also more than one way to get to their house, adding more confusion to people).

We'll see what happens...

Crabby Friday

I haven't had a day like this in a while, and after the espresso has kicked in, I'll probably regret it.

I'm fed up. With just about everything. I can't take many more nights like last night where I slept terribly, had horrible dreams (dreamed my boyfriend died, but his spirit was still with me). Then after all that, waking up with the terrible head pain that feels like my head is going to explode. I wish it would, then at least the nerves would be dead and not causing me to experience pain (even if there's a hole in the side of my head).

So I drag my ass into work. I have tissue cultures to setup, two cultures to take down, and another chimera to setup today. Then my boss called me last night to say that he needs to take the time to discuss the data I've given him. Doesn't look like today with his meetings and classes, my lab duties, and the fact that I am going to skip lunch and try and leave around 3:30 today.

Then when I fight crappy Tucson east traffic (starts around 3:00 PM on Fridays), I have to leave food for the monsters, grab more crap out of my car from last weekend, load up stuff for this weekend (at least my backpack is packed with clothes). DON'T FORGET MY CAMERA!!! Then fight traffic going west to get out of Tucson and drive to Phoenix.

Then a few miles before you hit the Phoenix area, the interstate turns into a parking lot. I'll blame the snowbirds. Fortunately, I have only a couple miles of that to deal with before I can bail that party and find another way to the NE valley.

So I will carry my dark cloud over my head. Perhaps that'll tell people to leave me the fuck alone. Too bad you can't bring alcohol to work.