cranberry relish and white wine

if working 60 hours a week as opposed to 40 hours a week would make a substantial and appreciable difference in my career and/or the amount of money i brought home, i would do it. it's sad but true: if less time with e.w. meant more money for my family, that trade-off can be worthwhile, to a certain point.

it's the days that i am annoyed with work and i feel like no matter what i do or how hard i try i don't get anywhere any faster than if i were to put in the bare minimum.... it's those days where i'm like: F it, i'd rather just be home.

i busted my ass this weekend doing yardwork, and when i arrived with the second of two full pickup truck loads worth of weird vines and weeds from my yard, the town compost heap was closed 1/2 hour early. i was furious. bastards. i had to unload it from the truck and dump it on my driveway, and then clean the truck and give it back to my dad. i will borrow it again later this week to do it all over again.

that, and my front lawn has lawn grubs. they eat the roots, and the grass dies and or just peels right off the ground with a stroke of a rake or just your hand. we ripped up most of the dead stuff, and now my lawn looks like war zone, craters and all. in addition to the above i will have to borrow my dad's lawn spreader and spread grub killer to try to reverse the damage.

on the bright side i had a nice dinner on friday night with my wife, our friend s.p. and her b/f, and on saturday night we had a nice block party bbq and i got to play with e.w. a lot, while drinking beer and eating good food. same thing on sunday night at my mom's house- she made a pseudo thanksgiving dinner- chicken breast, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, "cranberry relish" (awesome!), biscuits, gravy, and homemade white wine.