Bullets to cure Boredom

• My life now consists of capturing what the lawn crew is doing each day in my google calendar so that when I go to the next condo board meeting I can show them just how rediculous it is. On Monday they were here trimming bushes and trees. On Tuesday they were here weed wacking. Today they are mowing and probably blowing...or wait maybe they'll save the blowing for tomorrow so that they can bother me EVERY SINGLE FREAKING DAY OF THE WEEK.
  
• I am still pregnant. I receive no fewer then 15 calls a day asking "how I am". I am pregnant. I am very very pregnant. I have nothing to distract me from this very very pregnant status except of course for the lawn crew. I am not comfortable. I am a rotisserie oven flipping from side to side frequently for even baby cooking temperature. And it's hot outside. And it's humid. I'm bored. I suck at being bored. So to recap - I'm very pregnant, very big, it's hot and humid outside and I'm sucktastically bored.
• There is a fly in my house. I'm not sure how he got in but rather then enjoying this fabulous air conditioned vaca from the outside he's flying around and PISSING me off. I have tried to kill him and he simply will not be caught. I would torture him by turning the A/C down if I thought he'd leave but then I'd be even more annoyed and hot with a fly buzzing around. That buzz is so annoying.
• Money is on my brain - I can't be not working for a long time and I feel like I'm wasting this time NOT working - even though I really am using this time to relax and focus on baby cooking. The thing I'm learning about myself is that I have two states of being. One is where I spend time making money and Two is where I spend time spending money. That's it. There is no Third instance where I do nothing - where I neither make nor spend money. I have nothing to do so that of course leads me to look for filling a void - my favorite void filler is shopping which of course is state of being Two which of course does not help my worry over dollars. And there you go.
  
• I have three items left to do on my list of things to do. THREE. They are: Print out the addresses for the baby announcements - I don't have to find the addresses or enter them into a spreadsheet or even format them - I just have to press the Print icon. Write an article about the FH's business. Update my resume. You see now why those three things aren't getting me up in the morning.

I think the lawn crew may be on a break. I'm going outside while they are out of my way. Sorry this post was awful. I figure I'll press publish and say "whatever, I'm very pregnant" considering I tried to write about six different things and this is all that came out.