This week has been a bit of a shit-storm in that I've just been ridiculously busy. Tonight is the first night that I'll actually be home in time to make a decent dinner for the children and I. Between dinner with friends, kick-boxing classes and play practices, I've not gotten home before 7 a single night this week. The house is a wreck, as the demon kitties have pretty much taken the place over.
Tess picked up my coat yesterday and made a valiant attempt at getting the cat smell out of it. It smells like vinegar now, but vinegar is known to eventually dissipate, so my hopes are high and I'm grateful to her for trying.
In other news, a few other opportunities may be cropping up that I'm kind of excited about, some that I'll mention here and some that I'm going to hold off on going into detail about until I know more. Next Friday marks my first night as a karaoke host at our local Legion, Branch 523, or I'll be getting trained at any rate. If I don't suck, then I'll be slinging and occasionally singing on my kid-free Fridays.
In other news I got contacted by my friend Mike last night and he told me he's organizing a team for the Great Strides walk for Cystic Fibrosis in Barrie this May. As I've mention, his brother and my friend Sean just went through a double-lung transplant after living with CF for most of his life (Educate thyself). Which is awesome, because we all like Sean, and are pretty darn glad to have him around for a while longer. So Mike asked me to join his team and I was all Sure! even though I kind of suck at fundraising. But here, I'll get a head start on it now.
Give Me Money Or I Will Send Sarah McLachlan After You.
Maybe it's my approach? *shrug*
I'm feeling, to quote that human-internet-meme-slash-trainwreck-of-the-week-who-shall-remain-nameless, like a "bitchin' rockstar from Mars." The next few months hold quite a bit of promise and I'm excited about new possibilities on the horizon.
Grabbin' life by the short-and-curlies, yo.