Shit!

I am trying to figure out the code to embed (Imbed? What the Fuck! It's too early to figure this shit out!) a video in this damned blog. Oh, yes. It is pissing me off royally. I am sure I will find the proper code, so that I may post a video I made an torture you with it. In the mean time, you can check it out HERE!

In other news....

The plans are in the works for our next trip and vacation. It is becoming increasingly stressful, as the planned trip was supposed to coincide with my Mom's impending visit... As there is still no decision on a date for her trip yet, that tends to make it more difficult to put shit together, as naturally it would.

The hub getting his leave set up is also a factor. This part of the year is hectic at times, and his boss wants dates set. There are classes that have to be scheduled, and other end of fiscal year work stuff, so the days need to be blocked off for him to go-see-do. Dates he can't set for leave until a decision is made... So it is causing him the big stress too. These aren't decisions for me to make, but the incoming family. Last night, as K2 and I talked about it, we came to the resolution that decisions have to be made by mid-month. Me setting a personal deadline for us to figure out what we are going to do regardless makes it easier on me... best to keep me from losing my fucking mind. (Heh. Too late!)

Not that I am going to go off on a rant here... but I hate the fact that it is hanging in the balance. Overseas trips need lots of planning. Especially in the peak travel season. Plane tickets are only getting more expensive the longer they wait. Available hotel rooms are disappearing. Reservations are getting filled in the places we want to go visit.

My worry is that once they decide on say, September, there will be no plane tickets at a reasonable price left, and we'll have to start this whole stupid fucking process of plan, and wait, and figure, and search, all over again with a new set of dates. The other big worry? It will be so up in the air and cause so much pressure on all involved that they will decide not to come at all, and I will have to break that news to the kids, and that would suck ass. Big fat white dirty dimpled ass, in fact. It shouldn't be this hard.

If my life long assertion holds true that "Stress makes you old"... I am gonna be 50 fucking years old by the time this is all done, and they come to visit.