Work has been both busy and productive today. I have revised several quit claim deeds and figured out their matching HUD1s. I had settlement, prepared close-out documents, and am now having lunch. Which, will be cut short to prepare for my SDAT run this afternoon.

From there I have a chiropractor appointment, then it's out to Owings Mills for dinner and band.

Oh, and that's not mentioning the water fall coming in through one of my basement windows this morning. There's a temporary solution in place until the weather dries out a bit and the superfoam can be sprayed.

Whew.

I have been lazy about my lj these last few months, instead focusing on Facebook. But I have come to find out that there are a lot of things I missed out on. I feel bad about not being there for friends who may have needed me.

I will make a deal and come back here at least once a week.

We leave for Comic Con on Wednesday morning.  The flight is at 6am, so we have to be there at 4!  Ug.  That's going to suck.  I need to pack this weekend so all I have to do on Tuesay is go home, have dinner, and go to sleep.   Regardless of excitement, I still get cranky when I'm tired.

Got to meet up with Erin on Tuesday for some PF Changs and a tour of her snazzy new place.  It was good to see her even if we didn't get to see Harry Potter.

Jeff got an "emergency" job this morning, so it looks like he'll be pretty scarce this weekend.  We had planned on seeing Harry Potter tonight since the midnight show didn't happen and yesterday was engulfed with band, though it may not happen now.  Anyone else up for it? 

I'm attending the Lauraville: This Old House celebration today at 3.  Which means I get to leave work early!  Yay!  And I was lucky enough to get tickets for the free foods at Clementines afterwards.  :D

But a small snag may not let me be on time: I gave Harley a bath last night and apparently didn't get all the soap out of her eye.  So Jeff dropped her off at Evan's this morning.  So when I leave work, I have to run out to Pikesville to get her before I can hit the celebration.  Luckily enough, they encouraged people to bring their pets.  I'll just have to drop her off before Clementines. 

So anyway, off to ammuse myself.

There are a ton of events that I want to hit.  I feel like I need to go over the schedule with a fine-toothed comb and prioritize in Excel or something!

I don't want to miss the TWO Lost panels, the Dr. Horrible screening, the Once More With Feeling screening, the Kevin Smith talk, the Smallville panel, the Fringe panel, and so many more!  Plus, I want to play Star Wars trivia and partake in all the goodies at the tables.

This will be the Best.Con.Ever!

And I ask myself why am I not on vacation for it?  The band has made me loathe this holiday.  On top of that, I'm stuck on a bus with fucking drummers this year.  I swear, if they are not quiet in the morning, I will kill the entire lot of them.  I can NOT stand the constant banging drummers produce, and when there's 30 of them together?  Homicidal. 

I will put up with this non-sense until the parades are over.  For the season, I'm switching to a quieter atmosphere. 

The screening last night was fun, until they screened our project.  It was so much worse than I remember it being when I declared that it was finished.  It needs a lot of audio work.  I thought I had a great mix - everything sounded perfect on the computer.  I even had the meters registering below peak levels.  But in the theater is was atrocious!  I definately have to go back to it and fix it all before I can send it to any other festival.

I could also see where I needed to tighten up some shots.  Things were dragging where I didn't intent them to drag.  Kris did give me his b-roll footage, though, so there may be some extra shots I can choose from.  And now, I can give Leroy a rough cut so he can actually pair some music with it.  That will be nice.

I am not excited about all the extra work I have in front of me.  Everyone does multiple cuts, so I shouldn't be so hard on myself. 

Oh, and to top it all off, all of the crew DVDs don't have any sound on them.

Fuck you, sound.  You're the bane of my existence.

This time chasing the dog.  I fell and skinned it up pretty badly.  I'm also suspicious that I did something else to it, since it's a little swollen and still hurts like a bitch.  I fell last Wednesday...

My mom has finally gone off of the deep end.  I don't know how to fix this.  Her warped brain percieves things as she thinks they are and not at all as they really are.  The situation is akin to her watching all those serial killer shows and thinking someone she knows is a serial killer.  Notice I said "akin."

She's so upset by everything and I don't know how to calm her down.  I don't know how to show her that things will be fine.  I don't know how to patch this hole between the two of them and it's stressing  me out!  There is never a good time for things like these, but especially not now!  I have too many other things going on that are causing me stress, and now I have to throw this on top. 

Why do they have to hate one another??!?!?!!  I don't get it.

Jeff and I went to the beach this weekend for the Ravens Roost convention.  It was pretty fun.  I was tired for most of the weekend, so we went to bed pretty early both nights, much to the chagrin of the rest of the group.  But, in our favor, we were able to get up both mornings without trouble.  :P 

I enjoy the relaxed nature of the beach.  So much so that I almost had a mini break down when I got home to a messy house.  :(  The basement still isn't finished, so the kitchen floor isn't in and everything else is dusty and out of sorts.  It makes me so frustrated!  But, last night we finished painting the new walls.  Jeff still has to glue down the carpet and put on the wall trim.  We also have to repair and paint the door that separates the laundry room from the family room.  But, at least after the carpet is glued down, we can put things away down there again.  I'm really looking forward to having the house back to a usable standard.  But I am NOT looking forward to all the damn cleaning.  Ug.