BULLSHIT BULLSHIT BULLSHIT! FUCKING WOMEN!!
okay, rant first bc its most recent- Humpty Dumptress does the technician schedule. She does not have any real position of authority, she just is the one who writes it and we suffer from her delusion of power. so she scheduled me for wed at the last minute, when the first draft i saw had me off. expecting all kinds of confrontation tuesday night, i said that i somehow ended up on the schedule, and asked who i needed to talk to, to have myself removed and the mistake corrected. she told me to call the manager in charge, i did, MIC said she’d take care of it.
so i didnt go to work yesterday.
today, i look in the computer and see that i have a demerit for a missed shift. i find out that Humpty Dumptress talked to that manager on wed, and when i called that manager today, all i got was, “oh, well i’ll look into that.”
none of the expected hostility or silent treatment in the pharmacy, so im thinking that Humpty is waiting for me to pick a fight. that DEFINITELY will not happen. if this is a test, shes underestimating her opponent.
SO the weekend-
lifted on sat at EFS, knee wraps again, and did okay by the end of it. squats looked better with the wraps on (WTF?!) and Steve wrapped me for the 2nd and 3rd sets bc Ted took 30 min (and 3 other people with miscellaneous tools) to put on his briefs. steve wraps tighter than ted had been… i think ted was trying to be nice. it prompted me to ask steve if we were still friends before i announced that my kneecap was elebenty inches away from where it started.
saturday afternoon jason and i drove to IN to see his parents kids and family for the weekend.
it was awesome. sunshine, kids, playtime, awesome food, and peace and quiet. didnt get on the internet and barely used my phone. drove back late monday night (after fireworks but before the bars closed) and with an awesome looking sunburn… hasnt really hurt beyond slight annoyance but it looked wretched on my stomach. have a halo around the tattoos from the SPF 50 sunblock stick i used every 2-3 minutes on them. 
i dont like tanlines, but hell. the guy who has to see me naked isnt complaining.
at one point while sitting outside in a sportsbra and shorts with his mom, she points at my stomach and says, “with all that lifting you do, why do you still have THAT.” i said its bc i dont eat to be pretty. i know she wasnt trying to offend, and i lol every time i think about it.
didnt go to the gym while i was away, but i figure i did PLENTY of upper body stuff lifting and throwing jasons kids around. the 6 year old is deceptively heavy… pretty sure there’s lead in his bones.
for all the shit talking and name calling Jasons dad and i do, i know he likes me. 2 reasons- he protected my face with his mitt while the 6 year old was throwing, and when i asked him a question while he was poking around the fridge he stuck his head out and said, “what, sweetheart?” i may threaten to break his hip less often now. hope it doesnt cut down on the ass slaps i get. 
i need to make more food that i can pack and take with me places, so i can eat as much as i need to. lifted last night on a dinner of popsicles and coffee, then petered out after only an hour. i may also have been distracted by a planned trip to The Lions Den, where i spent more than i thought i would but dont regret a dollar of it.