we've been busy. i'm working to finish editing the business plan. we got the key to our workspace today. we're moving our stuff in on saturday. what'll i ever do without the 50 kilos of raw chocolate, two melangers, bags of sugar and spices, boxes of boxes, temperer, newsprint and all the odds and ends crappin' up every free space in my home? we got a great deal on the place we're renting and it's spitting distance from my house (and my dad's and b's, for that matter). we're waiting on a part for our big melanger so we can get crackin' on big batches. in the meantime, and if there's interest, i'm looking to blow out some odd shapes and experimental stuff we've done, all really yummy just poured in pans and broken. we'd be willing to part with it all at cost plus shipping to make some revenue to get us through this first (terrifying) month! i think i've got some sugared/spiced coconut mounds, some raw pine nut stuff (my favorite), some almond stuff. anyway, last chance to get it rock bottom prices and maybe i could put together little 'grab bags' with nut or no nut specifications. interest? probably have a total of 10 - 15 pounds...
this (thankfully) is not what i'm disgruntled about. and if you're sick of hearing about it, too bad, skip to the political posts. i had a dream last night that bk decided to start his own business and was all up in my crawl space and doing all the stuff i was doing only doing it better and faster and more-er. i felt really cheated. i woke up and started feeling cheated about other stuff. like not being able to afford bras that aren't completely stretched out from years of lazy-bra-pulling-aside-nursing. these stretched out puppies deserve to sit somewhere closer to my chin but at the moment, it's probably more important that i pay my rent. eh? and cheated out of the relationships i could have had with his family, as the mother of their grandchildren and niece/nephew. and yes, i'm pissed off that now all the pictures are gone so as not to upset miss bk when she goes up there. because fuck, i'll say it. there is no way in hell she can compete as a daughter-in-law. yes, i'm being cheeky. but yes, i did feel a little sick pleasure when miss p informed me that 'auntie bk and me found a piture of you and me and daddy downstairs!' ha.
it's that strange and schizophrenic kind of cut down the middle feeling. on a moment by moment basis i'm terrifically happy. d stayed around and worked from home today and it was so cool to see him in his ben davis jumpsuit under the house. i was like, 'hey, this capable and totally sexy guy loves me.' and that, combined with our amazing kids and now this business that is effing happening for us, plus my wonderful friends (wow, forrest, i finally get that part of you that i was trying hard for years not to get and amanda is a ho for spending 10 days in maui but i'll forgive her and mike is a fucking genius and may cure brain cancer and emily is too far away but i hope she thinks of me and b who had the bright idea in the first place and austin is a goddamn nurse at the va but can't seem to get laid by the right girl and e who checks up) and family is ENOUGH. more than enough. and the music (thanks to d) and the wine (thanks to me) and the ice cream (thanks to b) will more than suffice for a thursday night and whaddya know, i'm feeling less disgruntled already!
this (thankfully) is not what i'm disgruntled about. and if you're sick of hearing about it, too bad, skip to the political posts. i had a dream last night that bk decided to start his own business and was all up in my crawl space and doing all the stuff i was doing only doing it better and faster and more-er. i felt really cheated. i woke up and started feeling cheated about other stuff. like not being able to afford bras that aren't completely stretched out from years of lazy-bra-pulling-aside-nursing. these stretched out puppies deserve to sit somewhere closer to my chin but at the moment, it's probably more important that i pay my rent. eh? and cheated out of the relationships i could have had with his family, as the mother of their grandchildren and niece/nephew. and yes, i'm pissed off that now all the pictures are gone so as not to upset miss bk when she goes up there. because fuck, i'll say it. there is no way in hell she can compete as a daughter-in-law. yes, i'm being cheeky. but yes, i did feel a little sick pleasure when miss p informed me that 'auntie bk and me found a piture of you and me and daddy downstairs!' ha.
it's that strange and schizophrenic kind of cut down the middle feeling. on a moment by moment basis i'm terrifically happy. d stayed around and worked from home today and it was so cool to see him in his ben davis jumpsuit under the house. i was like, 'hey, this capable and totally sexy guy loves me.' and that, combined with our amazing kids and now this business that is effing happening for us, plus my wonderful friends (wow, forrest, i finally get that part of you that i was trying hard for years not to get and amanda is a ho for spending 10 days in maui but i'll forgive her and mike is a fucking genius and may cure brain cancer and emily is too far away but i hope she thinks of me and b who had the bright idea in the first place and austin is a goddamn nurse at the va but can't seem to get laid by the right girl and e who checks up) and family is ENOUGH. more than enough. and the music (thanks to d) and the wine (thanks to me) and the ice cream (thanks to b) will more than suffice for a thursday night and whaddya know, i'm feeling less disgruntled already!