The speaker at church yesterday said that 80% of mothers actually
hate mothers day.
Add me to that list.
For me, it's always been a day to measure myself against all other mothers, seeing how much I fall short, and bringing to mind with total clarity each and every failure.
I read several *conference talks on "Motherhood" in preparing the music for church (that's the theme for our meetings this whole month.)
The messages touched my heart, and filled me with the vision of what mothering should be.
I wish so much that I had realized earlier how very important that calling is.
I never did have that long-term vision. It seems I was always just trying to
get through the day.
When my kids were growing up, I was working 3 to 4 jobs at a time, trying to help make ends meet. There were times when I literally worked around the clock to meet deadlines.
I had to shuffle the kids from one babysitter to another - and cry all the way to work because the babysitter would often seem put-upon, when I would have loved nothing more than to be able to stay home with them.
Life always seemed too rushed, and we dealt with things in a "management-by-crisis" mode.
I used to joke that I was just the "family cow" [meaning that they would drain me dry, and when I couldn't produce anymore, I would be ground into hamburger and eaten. Gruesome, I know, but there were days that
I felt that way.] LOL
Lovely attitude - right?
Thankfully, I married a man who had a better understanding of parenting.
He was/is a far better 'mother' than I'll ever be.
Our children turned out amazingly well - not because of me, but in spite of me.
The thing I'm most thankful for at this point in life, is the relationship I have with them as adults. They are good and talented and caring human beings.
I feel a bit of a role reversal these days - I look up to and admire them when, shouldn't it be the other way around?
I'm so proud of them!
Remembering My Mom
My mother was a different story. She raised ten of us!
(Many is the time I have asked myself 'WHY?'
...Why would anyone want that many children?)
But she lived for her family. I think that we filled a void in her life.
She was so much fun - we were always going on picnics, playing games, going to the drive-in movies (with a grocery bag full of homemade popcorn and a pitcher of Koolaid.)
She loved parades and fireworks, and every summer we would go to every one of them in the county.
Her fried chicken and home-made fudge are the stuff of legend.
When I was a teen, she was the de-militarized zone between dad and my boyfriends.
When I went to college, she was my savior - always writing homey letters and slipping me a few extra dollars here and there.
When I transferred closer to home, she would often come and pick me up and take me out for a day of shopping and to lunch.
We always went to the same little place (which has become a beloved spot for my daughter and I as well.)
It was just a little greasy spoon, but it was our place.
Mom was also the most devoted person I know.
She never refused a church calling, no matter how seemingly insignificant or how demanding.
She gave 100 percent, no matter what she did, and dedicated her life to serving.
(I remember as a kid that the only acceptable excuse for not going to church
was death!)
She tried so hard to instill that same devotion into all of us.
After she had her stroke, I was visiting her at the hospital when her doctor came in - and, worried about whether she had lost strength in her right side, he said "Raise your hand all those who love the Lord" (he was a bit odd.)
But mom set her jaw, and with steely determination in her eyes - raise it she did... And when he kept saying "higher, higher," she did that too.
There is no doubt in my mind where my mother stood in her love of the gospel.
At the end, when she suffered for months in the hospital - the only thing close to a complaint I ever heard from her was "Why does it have to take so long?"
I often pondered that question - if there was anyone who didn't deserve that kind of suffering, it was my mom. The only answer I could conjure was that there was some sort of sanctification process going on for her, purifying and making sure her place in heaven.
...And, it was a trial process for us, her children.
If there was any fault in my mom, it is that she did too much for us.
I owe her so much that I can never repay.
Thanks mom.
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*Conference talks on Motherhood:
Mother Told Me Elder Bradley D. Foster
Mothers and Daughters Elder M. Russell Ballard
That Our Children Might See the Face of the Savior
Sister Cheryl C. Lant
Monday, May 09, 2011
Saturday, May 07, 2011
Projects
It's finally getting warm here, and the busiest places in town are the
garden shops.
I ran from one to the other all day long - looking for the plants that I had chosen in my mind. But it seems I'm always at odds with the greenhouses.
...Just never on the same page.
I did find a few things - but I got plumb tired of chasing around and burning up my gas before I could finish.
Got a good start anyway...
The front flower bed; I'm thinking pink, green & white this year...
The flower pots; (Not done yet - be patient! Going to add some bright green and maybe pink or violet...)
And, I pulled this old chair from the trash heap and decided to make it
into a planter.
I painted it this funky 50's green - now to find someone to fashion the seat/planter part for me...
...Speaking of projects, I've been a bit obsessed with this new artist -
(New to me anyway,) Misty Mawn.
I can't stop looking at her work - which is strange because I've never been a fan of contemporary art.
Anyway, I SO want to try something like this!
I've ordered a couple of books she published, and I'm waiting patiently...
( via www.mistymawn.typepad.com )
This looks fun too. Crazy, but fun.
( via www.robenmarie.com )
...Maybe in my next lifetime. :-)
Tomorrow is Mother's Day, and still much to do around the house before morning...
.
garden shops.
I ran from one to the other all day long - looking for the plants that I had chosen in my mind. But it seems I'm always at odds with the greenhouses.
...Just never on the same page.
I did find a few things - but I got plumb tired of chasing around and burning up my gas before I could finish.
Got a good start anyway...
The front flower bed; I'm thinking pink, green & white this year...
The flower pots; (Not done yet - be patient! Going to add some bright green and maybe pink or violet...)
And, I pulled this old chair from the trash heap and decided to make it
into a planter.
I painted it this funky 50's green - now to find someone to fashion the seat/planter part for me...
...Speaking of projects, I've been a bit obsessed with this new artist -
(New to me anyway,) Misty Mawn.
I can't stop looking at her work - which is strange because I've never been a fan of contemporary art.
Anyway, I SO want to try something like this!
I've ordered a couple of books she published, and I'm waiting patiently...
( via www.mistymawn.typepad.com )This looks fun too. Crazy, but fun.
( via www.robenmarie.com )
...Maybe in my next lifetime. :-)
Tomorrow is Mother's Day, and still much to do around the house before morning...
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Monday, May 02, 2011
Mayday!
Crazy / fun weekend!
Had a fun girl's weekend at the home of my sister, just a few miles north of here.
My older sister picked me up, and we got there a bit too early (the others weren't back from the airport yet,) so we drove around a bit.
We went up the canyon to see what memories we could find...
I sure don't remember the road being that narrow. I want to see it in the summer when it's green - I remember it being so pretty then.
That didn't take enough time, so we drove up through Alpine (WoW has that place changed!) and we stopped at the Peppermint Palace - a little candy factory.
(via: Waymaking.com)
That was a fun place, but I'm sure glad I don't live close to it - too much temptation!
When we finally got to sis's house it was time for dinner. She took us to one of her favorite little places The Blue Lemon. It was kind of like gourmet-meets-fast-food-service. The food was yummy, just like she said it would be! (Even though I wanted to complain because they didn't have blue lemonade!) ^.^
After dinner we went back to the house, got in our jammies and watched The Tourist and Finding Neverland, ate popcorn and chatted until 3:30 am.
The next morning, we woke to four inches of snow.
Ruth threw open the doors and said "Welcome to Springtime!"
(...This has sure been a cold one!)
We were going to go to the tulip festival at Thanksgiving Point, but obviously that wasn't going to work (no snow mobile,) so we went to a matinee instead.
We saw Jane Eyre. (Two thumbs up for me.) Good flick.
Ruth made us the yummiest dinner of quiche, asparagus and the family-famous pink salad. We chatted again (only until until 1:30 this time.)
Saturday we had tickets for the Carl Bloch exhibit at the BYU art museum. (It was amazing!)
We got there a little early, so we checked out some of the other exhibits. When we went in there was 4 inches of snow on the ground - by the time we came out, it was all gone.
Such it is here in Utah.
By the time we were finished at the museum, we were all starving, so we went to the Brick Oven for dinner. The place been here long enough that there are memories there for all of us (although in my day it was called Heaps of Pizza.)
When we got back to the house, Ruth pulled out boxes and boxes of family memorabilia that was salvaged from mom's house after she died.
We sorted through photos and documents well into the night (until I was so stuffed up from the dust that I couldn't recognize myself in the pictures anymore.)
Sunday morning we had to disburse and go back to the real world.
...Just as well, I have about 5 years worth of scrapbooking to do now!
I wish we could get together every weekend and work on that... but it's a challenge to manage that just once a year.
While I was gone, baby moved back home from college. She's off for the Summer, and it's going to be a challenge to keep her busy (...and there goes my car!)
But it's good to have her here again - it will give the dog someone else to follow around besides me for a while.
Lots of catching up to do - I've mowed the lawns, now the house needs attention...
Praying for sun!
Sisters in the snow
Snow capped... tulips.
Neighbors in the back yard
Same spot - next morning...
.
Had a fun girl's weekend at the home of my sister, just a few miles north of here.
My older sister picked me up, and we got there a bit too early (the others weren't back from the airport yet,) so we drove around a bit.
We went up the canyon to see what memories we could find...
I sure don't remember the road being that narrow. I want to see it in the summer when it's green - I remember it being so pretty then.
That didn't take enough time, so we drove up through Alpine (WoW has that place changed!) and we stopped at the Peppermint Palace - a little candy factory.
(via: Waymaking.com)
That was a fun place, but I'm sure glad I don't live close to it - too much temptation!
When we finally got to sis's house it was time for dinner. She took us to one of her favorite little places The Blue Lemon. It was kind of like gourmet-meets-fast-food-service. The food was yummy, just like she said it would be! (Even though I wanted to complain because they didn't have blue lemonade!) ^.^
After dinner we went back to the house, got in our jammies and watched The Tourist and Finding Neverland, ate popcorn and chatted until 3:30 am.
The next morning, we woke to four inches of snow.
Ruth threw open the doors and said "Welcome to Springtime!"
(...This has sure been a cold one!)
We were going to go to the tulip festival at Thanksgiving Point, but obviously that wasn't going to work (no snow mobile,) so we went to a matinee instead.
We saw Jane Eyre. (Two thumbs up for me.) Good flick.
Ruth made us the yummiest dinner of quiche, asparagus and the family-famous pink salad. We chatted again (only until until 1:30 this time.)
Saturday we had tickets for the Carl Bloch exhibit at the BYU art museum. (It was amazing!)
We got there a little early, so we checked out some of the other exhibits. When we went in there was 4 inches of snow on the ground - by the time we came out, it was all gone.
Such it is here in Utah.
By the time we were finished at the museum, we were all starving, so we went to the Brick Oven for dinner. The place been here long enough that there are memories there for all of us (although in my day it was called Heaps of Pizza.)
When we got back to the house, Ruth pulled out boxes and boxes of family memorabilia that was salvaged from mom's house after she died.
We sorted through photos and documents well into the night (until I was so stuffed up from the dust that I couldn't recognize myself in the pictures anymore.)
Sunday morning we had to disburse and go back to the real world.
...Just as well, I have about 5 years worth of scrapbooking to do now!
I wish we could get together every weekend and work on that... but it's a challenge to manage that just once a year.
While I was gone, baby moved back home from college. She's off for the Summer, and it's going to be a challenge to keep her busy (...and there goes my car!)
But it's good to have her here again - it will give the dog someone else to follow around besides me for a while.
Lots of catching up to do - I've mowed the lawns, now the house needs attention...
Praying for sun!
Sisters in the snow
Snow capped... tulips.
Neighbors in the back yard
Same spot - next morning...
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Wednesday, April 27, 2011
So Long April
Another month ends, and still waiting for the nice weather...
The one new plant I've placed in the yard so far has been flattened by the chill.
So much for getting an early start.
Working a little more now - but just barely.
There's been a lot of Royal Wedding hype the last couple of weeks.
My daughter wants to stay up all night and watch it live.
As for me - I have my reservations...
After the Charles/Diana fiasco - I've kind of lost faith in the "Cinderella - Prince Charming scenario." In fact, I haven't seen a successful royal marriage this century.
I'm sure it will be a grand spectacle though - and a historical one to boot. I guess it might be worth seeing from that standpoint, but still...
As it turns out, I'll be away so they'll have to watch without me.
I saw this clip on facebook and laughed my head off - if only it could be this entertaining!
I've put my time in this week, and now it's time to play. Going away for the weekend to spend time with my sisters.
Good times, good times!
Hoping for a better May!
.
The one new plant I've placed in the yard so far has been flattened by the chill.
So much for getting an early start.
Working a little more now - but just barely.
There's been a lot of Royal Wedding hype the last couple of weeks.
My daughter wants to stay up all night and watch it live.
As for me - I have my reservations...
After the Charles/Diana fiasco - I've kind of lost faith in the "Cinderella - Prince Charming scenario." In fact, I haven't seen a successful royal marriage this century.
I'm sure it will be a grand spectacle though - and a historical one to boot. I guess it might be worth seeing from that standpoint, but still...
As it turns out, I'll be away so they'll have to watch without me.
I saw this clip on facebook and laughed my head off - if only it could be this entertaining!
I've put my time in this week, and now it's time to play. Going away for the weekend to spend time with my sisters.
Good times, good times!
Hoping for a better May!
.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Drab.
What a depressing week.
The sky has been overcast and gloomy for what feels like forever.
The longer it goes on, the harder it is to get out of bed in the morning.
The last couple of days have been especially difficult...
Yesterday I decided that rather than succumb to it, I would attack it - and I went out and did some yard work.
With the snow gone, I couldn't help but notice how tall the grass has been getting - so I drug the mower out of storage and cut it down.
I was afraid if I waited any longer, I would have to rent a baler (or a goat) to get it under control! I applied some weed & feed and moved some perennials around in my garden too.
It was threatening rain all morning, and with all that humidity in the air,
I could feel my hair expanding as I worked.
When I finished and came inside, I looked like Gabe Kaplan.
It feels good to have that done - now I'm wondering how soon it will be safe to plant some flowers? The place needs color...
It's going to be a quiet Easter here - the grans are at the other grandparent's place this weekend, and baby isn't coming home.
She made plans with a friend a couple of weeks ago for a Star Wars marathon. When she made those plans, I don't think she realized it was Easter weekend...
Such is life - next week is finals, then she'll be moving home for the summer.
I'm going to have to put my new CD away for a while. V.V
I can't listen to it without singing along... and singing hurts.
I played it all the way back from Ephraim last weekend, and it took all week for the swelling to go down. I guess I'm just not ready for that yet.
Other than that, I've just been spending a lot of time looking at other blogs trying to remember what my personal style is.
...Not that it matters - the only decorating I've done in the last umpteen years, is in my little imaginary houses on yoville.com.
Exhibit A:
It's just that, I used to be absolutely clear on what I liked and didn't like - but I have no clue anymore.
I love looking at the shabby chic stuff, but hubby would never in a million years allow any of that in the house. (Too girly, looks beat up, etc.)
...And the white on white rooms - fun to look at, but not for me. I need COLOR!
(And so impractical for grandmas!)
I've added a bunch of new sites to my favorites column - check them out sometime!
Gotta go - I need a haircut in the worst way, and have miles to go before I sleep...
Happy Easter!
.
The sky has been overcast and gloomy for what feels like forever.
The longer it goes on, the harder it is to get out of bed in the morning.
The last couple of days have been especially difficult...
Yesterday I decided that rather than succumb to it, I would attack it - and I went out and did some yard work.
With the snow gone, I couldn't help but notice how tall the grass has been getting - so I drug the mower out of storage and cut it down.
I was afraid if I waited any longer, I would have to rent a baler (or a goat) to get it under control! I applied some weed & feed and moved some perennials around in my garden too.
It was threatening rain all morning, and with all that humidity in the air,
I could feel my hair expanding as I worked.
When I finished and came inside, I looked like Gabe Kaplan.
It feels good to have that done - now I'm wondering how soon it will be safe to plant some flowers? The place needs color...
It's going to be a quiet Easter here - the grans are at the other grandparent's place this weekend, and baby isn't coming home.
She made plans with a friend a couple of weeks ago for a Star Wars marathon. When she made those plans, I don't think she realized it was Easter weekend...
Such is life - next week is finals, then she'll be moving home for the summer.
I'm going to have to put my new CD away for a while. V.V
I can't listen to it without singing along... and singing hurts.
I played it all the way back from Ephraim last weekend, and it took all week for the swelling to go down. I guess I'm just not ready for that yet.
Other than that, I've just been spending a lot of time looking at other blogs trying to remember what my personal style is.
...Not that it matters - the only decorating I've done in the last umpteen years, is in my little imaginary houses on yoville.com.
Exhibit A:
It's just that, I used to be absolutely clear on what I liked and didn't like - but I have no clue anymore.
I love looking at the shabby chic stuff, but hubby would never in a million years allow any of that in the house. (Too girly, looks beat up, etc.)
...And the white on white rooms - fun to look at, but not for me. I need COLOR!
(And so impractical for grandmas!)
I've added a bunch of new sites to my favorites column - check them out sometime!
Gotta go - I need a haircut in the worst way, and have miles to go before I sleep...
Happy Easter!
.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Glum Sunday
I'm so tired of overcast skies - but they do sort of fit the mood around here.
We had a trip planned for our oldest daughters' birthday - down to where the sun shines and the desert colors warm the heart.
All of us asked for it off, and got it.... except for hubby.
Wally-world scheduled him a 9 hour shift on Saturday.
He tried hard to get someone to cover for him, but it's Spring Break for all the schools up here, and everybody had plans.
So - Melissa went. By herself. Happy Birthday.
We're both getting pretty tired of this - every time we plan something, this is the way it goes. Maybe it's time to lose that second job...
Jenny had a busy weekend. She went to the temple with friends Saturday morning, then we went shopping when she got home. (We both needed cheering up.) Book stores and dinner at the AC was just what the doctor ordered.
Speaking of books - the one I'm reading this week is about an Arizona grandma who tells her visiting granddaughter wild sounding fairy tales, and passes them off as family history.
The stories are pretty crazy, but the parts about the visit to the grandma brings back so many memories...
My grandma was also from Arizona. I remember those HOT summer visits.
(You do NOT walk barefoot on the sidewalks in AZ!)
I can picture her in her little house in Mesa as I read. Nice.
Hopefully, Melissa will be home in time for the party we're having for her today.
...What a dumb weekend. :-(
.
We had a trip planned for our oldest daughters' birthday - down to where the sun shines and the desert colors warm the heart.
All of us asked for it off, and got it.... except for hubby.
Wally-world scheduled him a 9 hour shift on Saturday.
He tried hard to get someone to cover for him, but it's Spring Break for all the schools up here, and everybody had plans.
So - Melissa went. By herself. Happy Birthday.
We're both getting pretty tired of this - every time we plan something, this is the way it goes. Maybe it's time to lose that second job...
Jenny had a busy weekend. She went to the temple with friends Saturday morning, then we went shopping when she got home. (We both needed cheering up.) Book stores and dinner at the AC was just what the doctor ordered.
Speaking of books - the one I'm reading this week is about an Arizona grandma who tells her visiting granddaughter wild sounding fairy tales, and passes them off as family history.
The stories are pretty crazy, but the parts about the visit to the grandma brings back so many memories...
My grandma was also from Arizona. I remember those HOT summer visits.
(You do NOT walk barefoot on the sidewalks in AZ!)
I can picture her in her little house in Mesa as I read. Nice.
Hopefully, Melissa will be home in time for the party we're having for her today.
...What a dumb weekend. :-(
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Monday, April 11, 2011
Season of Discontent
I believe in God, and that God rules the universe with logic and order.
However...
Something went wrong when He set the timing for Springtime in the West.
Spring is a season of chaos and upheaval here. There is no norm for Spring, because no two years are ever alike. It can be anything from HOT and dry, to freezing cold... and there are times that it does all of that within the same week!
Planting gardens here is a bit like playing Russian roulette.
Seedling survival rate is very low. The only thing that's certain here, is that come the end of May, *BAM!* It's HOT and miserable until the end of September.
I've been contemplating work in the garden - I have some perennials that I have grown tired of, and want to dig them out and change things up.
I wanted to do it before they started greening up so I would feel less like a murderer - but it has been snowing non stop this whole month, and now it's too late for that.
We're all experiencing a little spring madness too - tempers are short and patience is low. We all need to get out and find some sunshine before somebody gets hurt!
This weekend is my daughter's birthday, and all she wants is a trip to the desert.
I want that too, but I'm not sure the budget will allow it.
(We're saving for a trip to Seattle next month.) ...If we survive that long!
We'll just have to see...
Speaking of herbicide - some friends of hubby's came and chopped down that huge ugly tree in our back yard on Saturday. Old Mr. Willow has been an eyesore for years, not to mention one of the dirtiest trees on the lot.
It's dropping something all year long - leaves, crooked twigs, and every time the wind blows, it looses a branch or two.
Before: (Believe it or not, this was just last week!)
After: (They'll be back for the rest of it later - it burned up both of their chain saws!)
We've had the trampoline under it for years, and the shade is nice, but the tramp is always so full of so much debris, that it takes half the day to clean it out before it can be used.
All that's gone now, and it has really opened up the view from the back yard.
We'll be able to watch the sunsets from the window again, and as hubby's friend said; we can also spy on the neighbors. (As if we wanted to...)
That goes both ways, however - no more putting the dog out in my nightie!
And speaking of the dog...
He's been causing a lot of drama around here again.
He must have fallen off the couch or something while I was at work one day, (or maybe his arthritis is just acting up from all this lovely weather we've been having,) but he has been limping and whining to beat the band all week.
The girls have coddled, medicated and babied him mercilessly all weekend.
I'm afraid there will be no living with him when the week starts again.
I'm a little suspicious that he's been milking it and playing them for all he's worth.
I'm not going to do that - he's just going to have to deal with it. (ha ha)
I had a fun day with the gran-girlies last Sunday making paper projects... But yesterday I found that there is a down side to teaching the girls to use my tools.
They were over again last night, and when I went down to my craft room, I found that one of them had slipped in there (form the evidence left behind, I'm suspecting Tornado T'Ellie) and chopped up a bunch of cards that I had been working on.
Exhibit A:
...I was almost finished with that one, but, oh well.
She's the youngest, and a bit ADD - she got bored and left within minutes while the other girls and I worked last week. Who knew that she was even paying attention to how things like the cutter worked? The cards were cut so cleanly down the middle fold - if I weren't so bugged at her, I would say nice job! LOL
It's a new week, and the sun is actually shining today.
I would venture out in the garden, but I've got to make that 2 hour drive to get baby back to school again.
*Sigh*
Two more weeks and she's done until Summer is over...
.
However...
Something went wrong when He set the timing for Springtime in the West.
Spring is a season of chaos and upheaval here. There is no norm for Spring, because no two years are ever alike. It can be anything from HOT and dry, to freezing cold... and there are times that it does all of that within the same week!
Planting gardens here is a bit like playing Russian roulette.
Seedling survival rate is very low. The only thing that's certain here, is that come the end of May, *BAM!* It's HOT and miserable until the end of September.
I've been contemplating work in the garden - I have some perennials that I have grown tired of, and want to dig them out and change things up.
I wanted to do it before they started greening up so I would feel less like a murderer - but it has been snowing non stop this whole month, and now it's too late for that.
We're all experiencing a little spring madness too - tempers are short and patience is low. We all need to get out and find some sunshine before somebody gets hurt!
This weekend is my daughter's birthday, and all she wants is a trip to the desert.
I want that too, but I'm not sure the budget will allow it.
(We're saving for a trip to Seattle next month.) ...If we survive that long!
We'll just have to see...
Speaking of herbicide - some friends of hubby's came and chopped down that huge ugly tree in our back yard on Saturday. Old Mr. Willow has been an eyesore for years, not to mention one of the dirtiest trees on the lot.
It's dropping something all year long - leaves, crooked twigs, and every time the wind blows, it looses a branch or two.
Before: (Believe it or not, this was just last week!)
After: (They'll be back for the rest of it later - it burned up both of their chain saws!)
We've had the trampoline under it for years, and the shade is nice, but the tramp is always so full of so much debris, that it takes half the day to clean it out before it can be used.
All that's gone now, and it has really opened up the view from the back yard.
We'll be able to watch the sunsets from the window again, and as hubby's friend said; we can also spy on the neighbors. (As if we wanted to...)
That goes both ways, however - no more putting the dog out in my nightie!
And speaking of the dog...
He's been causing a lot of drama around here again.
He must have fallen off the couch or something while I was at work one day, (or maybe his arthritis is just acting up from all this lovely weather we've been having,) but he has been limping and whining to beat the band all week.
The girls have coddled, medicated and babied him mercilessly all weekend.
I'm afraid there will be no living with him when the week starts again.
I'm a little suspicious that he's been milking it and playing them for all he's worth.
I'm not going to do that - he's just going to have to deal with it. (ha ha)
I had a fun day with the gran-girlies last Sunday making paper projects... But yesterday I found that there is a down side to teaching the girls to use my tools.
They were over again last night, and when I went down to my craft room, I found that one of them had slipped in there (form the evidence left behind, I'm suspecting Tornado T'Ellie) and chopped up a bunch of cards that I had been working on.
Exhibit A:
...I was almost finished with that one, but, oh well.
She's the youngest, and a bit ADD - she got bored and left within minutes while the other girls and I worked last week. Who knew that she was even paying attention to how things like the cutter worked? The cards were cut so cleanly down the middle fold - if I weren't so bugged at her, I would say nice job! LOL
It's a new week, and the sun is actually shining today.
I would venture out in the garden, but I've got to make that 2 hour drive to get baby back to school again.
*Sigh*
Two more weeks and she's done until Summer is over...
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Thursday, April 07, 2011
Scrapped...
It's official - the insurance adjuster inspected grandma's car, and it is TOTALED.
Hubby feels so bad that it was grandma's car that we wrecked.
He paid a visit to the cemetery and had a chat with grandpa about it.
Grandpa was always so attached to his cars.
They offered grandma a settlement, which she received gladly.
She can no longer drive the car, so she really had no use for it.
Now she can afford to make some needed repairs to her house.
I wouldn't call that a happy ending, but I guess that's as close as you can get under the circumstances.
Meanwhile, hubby and I are experiencing a few residual effects - nothing major, just little aches & pains, anxiety, and hubby has been waking up with panic attacks.
Poor man, I am just so thankful that we both walked away from the thing.
I swear the spelling lobe of my brain was damaged though - it doesn't work anymore! Ha ha.
Anyway, life goes on here (knock wood.)
I got out of the house today, and went to my favorite bookstore.
It's my escape of choice these days. I wander around and gather a stack of magazines, find a comfy chair in a quiet corner, and just enjoy.
Today's search was for something that would inspire my creative side.
The thing has laid dormant for so long, I fear it is in permanent recession,
but I keep hoping that if I nurture and coddle it a bit, it may just return from the dead. ...One can hope, anyway. If I can't revive it, I can at least feed it a bit.
I came home with a couple of good ones; International Artists, WAAAAAAAY beyond my skills, but so amazing to look at!
...And Somerset's Artists' Cafe. This one is a little more funky and different, but interesting and ...fun!
Monday we took the little grilies to see the movie Hop.
It was a little cheesey for me, but the girls loved it (and so did grandpa.)
I really like James Marsden, but this movie kind of ruined that for me. :-(
Another weekend coming up.
The in-laws have a camping trip planned, but it is supposed to rain and snow all weekend. Granny doesn't want to play.
I would just as soon stay snug in my little bungalow and curl up with a book, thank you very much.
Hubby isn't too thrilled either, for once.
For one thing, our truck has to have some major repairs to even be able to pull the trailer, (a major expense,) so we'll have to see how that goes.
Not much else going on - got a sister's weekend coming up at the end of the month. Those are always so much fun!
Looking forward to it!
Hoping the weather's a little better by then...
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Hubby feels so bad that it was grandma's car that we wrecked.
He paid a visit to the cemetery and had a chat with grandpa about it.
Grandpa was always so attached to his cars.
They offered grandma a settlement, which she received gladly.
She can no longer drive the car, so she really had no use for it.
Now she can afford to make some needed repairs to her house.
I wouldn't call that a happy ending, but I guess that's as close as you can get under the circumstances.
Meanwhile, hubby and I are experiencing a few residual effects - nothing major, just little aches & pains, anxiety, and hubby has been waking up with panic attacks.
Poor man, I am just so thankful that we both walked away from the thing.
I swear the spelling lobe of my brain was damaged though - it doesn't work anymore! Ha ha.
Anyway, life goes on here (knock wood.)
I got out of the house today, and went to my favorite bookstore.
It's my escape of choice these days. I wander around and gather a stack of magazines, find a comfy chair in a quiet corner, and just enjoy.
Today's search was for something that would inspire my creative side.
The thing has laid dormant for so long, I fear it is in permanent recession,
but I keep hoping that if I nurture and coddle it a bit, it may just return from the dead. ...One can hope, anyway. If I can't revive it, I can at least feed it a bit.
I came home with a couple of good ones; International Artists, WAAAAAAAY beyond my skills, but so amazing to look at!
...And Somerset's Artists' Cafe. This one is a little more funky and different, but interesting and ...fun!
Monday we took the little grilies to see the movie Hop.
It was a little cheesey for me, but the girls loved it (and so did grandpa.)
I really like James Marsden, but this movie kind of ruined that for me. :-(
Another weekend coming up.
The in-laws have a camping trip planned, but it is supposed to rain and snow all weekend. Granny doesn't want to play.
I would just as soon stay snug in my little bungalow and curl up with a book, thank you very much.
Hubby isn't too thrilled either, for once.
For one thing, our truck has to have some major repairs to even be able to pull the trailer, (a major expense,) so we'll have to see how that goes.
Not much else going on - got a sister's weekend coming up at the end of the month. Those are always so much fun!
Looking forward to it!
Hoping the weather's a little better by then...
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Monday, April 04, 2011
April's Fool
Where do I begin?
Had a most eventful weekend, but not entirely in a good way.
Thursday night, hubby flew home - after pretty much the whole month without him being here, I was SO glad to see him!
He had the day off on Friday, so we went out to breakfast to our favorite little place in the tiny neighboring town, then we came home and he fixed a few things around the house that have been giving me trouble.
About then, we decided it was time for a Pepsi, so we climbed back in the car to go for a drive. We got our drinks at the Chevron down the street, then drove past his parents house, and where his aunt and uncle live.
Neither of them are doing well, and he was contemplating visits (none of them were home.) So, we came full circle and headed home.
Two blocks from house, we went through the intersection and were broadsided by a big pickup truck!
The scary thing is that I saw him bearing down on us, but it never occurred to me that he wouldn't stop. By the time I could tell that impact was inevitable, it was too late to react.
This town is so crazy, there are so few street signs. Unless you're from here, you don't know which streets are through streets and which are not - but then, the guy was from here. He should have known better.
Anyway, he hit us so hard that he spun us 90% so that we were headed back the direction that we came from.
It took a while for the police to arrive, long enough for us to get out and assess the damage to the car and to ourselves.
We were both wearing our seat-belts, so just a few minor bumps and bruises... but I got the full impact of the two 32 ounce drinks!
The police finally arrived and checked us out - (the truck driver was cited for failure to yield on the through street.) Hubby had bonked his head, and was a little dizzy. The first cop on the scene came over and asked if we were ok, and we assured him that we were - then he told us an ambulance had been dispatched.
We both protested, but he basically said; too bad, it's coming anyway.
Neither of us had our cell phones with us, so we had to borrow one from some passers by. Wayland called his brother to come give us a ride home. It's always great to have him there in an emergency, because he knows every cop EMT and fireman in town.
The ambulance arrived, and they checked Wayland's vitals and looked for signs of concussion (which I was glad of, I was worried,) and wouldn't you know it - the fire truck came right behind them.
(Small town, not many opportunities for them to play?)
One of the firemen came over and checked underneath the car to make sure the axle hadn't been broken, so it could be towed. (The rear driver's side tire took the main impact.)
He was a jolly fellow, who then made sure we were all OK. After assessing the situation, he asked if there was anything else he could do for us. I was standing there drenched in Pepsi - so I told him he could hose me off if he wanted to...
He laughed and said he could, but it would blow me down the street.
Saturday, we both stayed pretty close to home. In a somber mood this morning, because I finally realized how close I came to losing it all. The truck missed hubby by only a few feet.
He had to call his mother and break the news to her that it was her car that got smashed. (She's legally blind and isn't supposed to drive, so he's been keeping it here to remove the temptation.)
It's Conference weekend here, so we listened to both sessions, then Wayland had to go to work.
Sunday, we woke up to 6 inches of SNOW!
What a nasty surprise. We didn't totally let it ruin our day though - Jeff, Jennie and the girls came over after the first session of conference, and we barbecued (indoors) and watched the second session together.
I enjoy conference weekend. Not just for the break from the usual Sunday routine, but for the thoughts and messages that so gently urge and remind us to be a little better - try a little harder... Who doesn't need that?
I had the two older girls doing crafts while we listened. We made squash books, and some little necklaces. The girls both did well, but it was a lot more work than I anticipated.
Granny's tired.
I retired early tonight, but wakened after disturbing dreams.
(A combination of the book I just read, and my current state in life.)
In the dream, I escaped from a nursing home and went looking for all the friends listed in my computer's address book.
What I found instead that all those 'friends' were just myself using different user names, and that there really wasn't anyone else out there.
What a strange feeling.
It's 3:30 now and I'm not so much sleepy as I am COLD, so I guess I'll try the bed thing again...
More running around tomorrow - must be alert.
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Had a most eventful weekend, but not entirely in a good way.
Thursday night, hubby flew home - after pretty much the whole month without him being here, I was SO glad to see him!
He had the day off on Friday, so we went out to breakfast to our favorite little place in the tiny neighboring town, then we came home and he fixed a few things around the house that have been giving me trouble.
About then, we decided it was time for a Pepsi, so we climbed back in the car to go for a drive. We got our drinks at the Chevron down the street, then drove past his parents house, and where his aunt and uncle live.
Neither of them are doing well, and he was contemplating visits (none of them were home.) So, we came full circle and headed home.
Two blocks from house, we went through the intersection and were broadsided by a big pickup truck!
The scary thing is that I saw him bearing down on us, but it never occurred to me that he wouldn't stop. By the time I could tell that impact was inevitable, it was too late to react.
This town is so crazy, there are so few street signs. Unless you're from here, you don't know which streets are through streets and which are not - but then, the guy was from here. He should have known better.
Anyway, he hit us so hard that he spun us 90% so that we were headed back the direction that we came from.
It took a while for the police to arrive, long enough for us to get out and assess the damage to the car and to ourselves.
We were both wearing our seat-belts, so just a few minor bumps and bruises... but I got the full impact of the two 32 ounce drinks!
The police finally arrived and checked us out - (the truck driver was cited for failure to yield on the through street.) Hubby had bonked his head, and was a little dizzy. The first cop on the scene came over and asked if we were ok, and we assured him that we were - then he told us an ambulance had been dispatched.
We both protested, but he basically said; too bad, it's coming anyway.
Neither of us had our cell phones with us, so we had to borrow one from some passers by. Wayland called his brother to come give us a ride home. It's always great to have him there in an emergency, because he knows every cop EMT and fireman in town.
The ambulance arrived, and they checked Wayland's vitals and looked for signs of concussion (which I was glad of, I was worried,) and wouldn't you know it - the fire truck came right behind them.
(Small town, not many opportunities for them to play?)
One of the firemen came over and checked underneath the car to make sure the axle hadn't been broken, so it could be towed. (The rear driver's side tire took the main impact.)
He was a jolly fellow, who then made sure we were all OK. After assessing the situation, he asked if there was anything else he could do for us. I was standing there drenched in Pepsi - so I told him he could hose me off if he wanted to...
He laughed and said he could, but it would blow me down the street.
Saturday, we both stayed pretty close to home. In a somber mood this morning, because I finally realized how close I came to losing it all. The truck missed hubby by only a few feet.
He had to call his mother and break the news to her that it was her car that got smashed. (She's legally blind and isn't supposed to drive, so he's been keeping it here to remove the temptation.)
It's Conference weekend here, so we listened to both sessions, then Wayland had to go to work.
Sunday, we woke up to 6 inches of SNOW!
What a nasty surprise. We didn't totally let it ruin our day though - Jeff, Jennie and the girls came over after the first session of conference, and we barbecued (indoors) and watched the second session together.
I enjoy conference weekend. Not just for the break from the usual Sunday routine, but for the thoughts and messages that so gently urge and remind us to be a little better - try a little harder... Who doesn't need that?
I had the two older girls doing crafts while we listened. We made squash books, and some little necklaces. The girls both did well, but it was a lot more work than I anticipated.
Granny's tired.
I retired early tonight, but wakened after disturbing dreams.
(A combination of the book I just read, and my current state in life.)
In the dream, I escaped from a nursing home and went looking for all the friends listed in my computer's address book.
What I found instead that all those 'friends' were just myself using different user names, and that there really wasn't anyone else out there.
What a strange feeling.
It's 3:30 now and I'm not so much sleepy as I am COLD, so I guess I'll try the bed thing again...
More running around tomorrow - must be alert.
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Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Zoom Zoom
Just a few days left of recovery time, and how do I spend it?
...Burning up the road between here and Ephraim.
Jenny was dropped off on our doorstep late Sunday night, so I ran her back on Monday.
Tuesday, she left a desperate message on my phone - fashion 9-1-1.
(She had to go pick up a bridesmaid dress that was on hold for her.)
She was sick, tired and emotionally spent when she got home, so she spent the night... Which means I'll make another trip today.
On the up-side, I did finally get to listen to my new CD. (I've been saving it for the drive time.) And it's awesome.
What I love about my lil' Rascals is that every song is good - you don't just get a couple of good ones with the rest that are just filler like most artists.
Anyway, it's Wednesday now, and I'm just waiting for the little darling to get dressed - then we'll be heading down the road again.
Puppy has had enough rides to last him for a good long while.
Yesterday morning, I rushed out to get a copy of Disney's Tangled.
I never did get to see it in the theater, and I have been dying to, so that was the first thing I did when I woke up.
Jenny had to have her own copy, so she picked one up last night and we all watched it together.
When it was over, Melissa asked; "is that how the real story went?"
It's been so long since I read the original Rapunzel, that I had no idea.
So I Googled it, (isn't google amazing?) and read it.
No, it's a pretty far stretch from the Disney version.
(Those Grimm brothers were a strange lot.)
All the funny little side stories that the Disney folks always add - like the little toothless drunk who they dress up as cupid - and the mime.
He only got a couple of minutes, but definite show stealer.
Wouldn't it be fun to sit in on one of their brainstorming meetings?
I've been anxious to try out my new washer and drier - since I didn't get any laundry done last week. Unfortunately, there's a problem with the installation.
The tap leaks now, whether the washer is running or not - so now the laundry room is flooded.
*Sigh* it's always something... (Why???)
I'm giving up on chores till hubby gets home.
My neighbor brought me a book from the library - (a nice gesture, but still it makes me feel silly because I really can do those things for myself.)
Anyway, I haven't even had a chance to crack it open yet.
I'm just going to read the rest of the day.
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...Burning up the road between here and Ephraim.
Jenny was dropped off on our doorstep late Sunday night, so I ran her back on Monday.
Tuesday, she left a desperate message on my phone - fashion 9-1-1.
(She had to go pick up a bridesmaid dress that was on hold for her.)
She was sick, tired and emotionally spent when she got home, so she spent the night... Which means I'll make another trip today.
On the up-side, I did finally get to listen to my new CD. (I've been saving it for the drive time.) And it's awesome.
What I love about my lil' Rascals is that every song is good - you don't just get a couple of good ones with the rest that are just filler like most artists.
Anyway, it's Wednesday now, and I'm just waiting for the little darling to get dressed - then we'll be heading down the road again.
Puppy has had enough rides to last him for a good long while.
Yesterday morning, I rushed out to get a copy of Disney's Tangled. I never did get to see it in the theater, and I have been dying to, so that was the first thing I did when I woke up.
Jenny had to have her own copy, so she picked one up last night and we all watched it together.
When it was over, Melissa asked; "is that how the real story went?"
It's been so long since I read the original Rapunzel, that I had no idea.
So I Googled it, (isn't google amazing?) and read it.
No, it's a pretty far stretch from the Disney version.
(Those Grimm brothers were a strange lot.)
All the funny little side stories that the Disney folks always add - like the little toothless drunk who they dress up as cupid - and the mime.
He only got a couple of minutes, but definite show stealer.
Wouldn't it be fun to sit in on one of their brainstorming meetings?
I've been anxious to try out my new washer and drier - since I didn't get any laundry done last week. Unfortunately, there's a problem with the installation.
The tap leaks now, whether the washer is running or not - so now the laundry room is flooded.
*Sigh* it's always something... (Why???)
I'm giving up on chores till hubby gets home.
My neighbor brought me a book from the library - (a nice gesture, but still it makes me feel silly because I really can do those things for myself.)
Anyway, I haven't even had a chance to crack it open yet.
I'm just going to read the rest of the day.
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Sunday, March 27, 2011
Morphling
It's been such a strange day.
After staying in for two weeks, it's kind of hard to keep track of what day it is.
I woke up today thinking it was Sunday, and that I was late for church (which is kind of ridiculous anyway, because church doesn't start until one.)
I walked into the living room to find hubby all upset because he had just got off the phone with his cousin, who had given him some bad news about her mother. (She's being sent home from the hospital today with an undefinable and aggressive form of cancer - not much hope.)
His brother arrived shortly thereafter in his big dark "hovercraft" (you feel it coming before you see it.) And they went to visit her. I'm glad he got to do that before he leaves town - they're only giving her a couple of weeks.
The new washer and drier we purchased the other day were supposed to be delivered today, within a 3 hour block, so we had to put everything on hold and stay close to home, while we waited...
I get edgy under those circumstances, so I puttered around the house and did a lot of chores that have been irritating me all month (because they haven't been getting done.) I'm finally feeling like I can handle a few things, so I tackled them - with a vengeance. It felt good.
My son came to help remove the old dryer, releasing a load of coins all over the floor that had been collecting inside. He laughed and said it was like being in Vegas - they just kept coming! $11.00 in quarters alone. Too funny.
Our old machines were older than some of our children, so I guess they've been storing up for a while.
There were two weddings we were supposed to attend today, but we didn't make it to either, because we were still waiting...
They finally arrived around 4:30, but it was dinnertime before they left.
I was worn out by then, (as was hubby) so we went to lay down for a bit.
I zonked, but he got up and left with the TV still running. Some HGTV show about a couple trying to buy a vacation home in Costa Rica.
I have been reading Mockingjay all day, and somehow the two things kept getting mixed up in my mind as I slept - I swear the people were trying to find a vacation home that could ward off enemy attacks.
Speaking of books, I had a call from a neighbor today - my choir leader who is also the head of our book club. She asked how I was doing, then informed me that the book club had got together to purchase one of the books from my Good Reads list for my recovery.
When she told me which one, I had to laugh because it's the same one I just ordered from Amazon a couple of days ago. I couldn't bring myself to tell her, because it was such a sweet gesture, but - yeah. I'll have 2 copies now if anyone needs one.
I've been trying to expand my reading the last few months - branching into different genres and authors I've never read, but after a slew of dark and violent tales, I'm so done with them and ready to go back to my safe cozy fluff reads!
...There are horror fans in this household, but I'm not one of them!
Just when I thought things were quieting down (around 11 P.M.) someone pounded at the door. There stood my youngest with her pillow and blankie! We weren't expecting her tonight, but she dropped in just the same. Yay!
It's 3 A.M. already. I've been trying to sleep, but sleep is not to be had.
(I guess when you stay in bed until 10 and have 4 hour naps, that shouldn't come as a surprise.)
...It's going to take me a while to get back to a normal schedule.
Back to work this week - ready or not.
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*Morphling is a random word I pulled from the book - it refers to a disorienting pain medication - it just seemed appropriate. LOL
After staying in for two weeks, it's kind of hard to keep track of what day it is.
I woke up today thinking it was Sunday, and that I was late for church (which is kind of ridiculous anyway, because church doesn't start until one.)
I walked into the living room to find hubby all upset because he had just got off the phone with his cousin, who had given him some bad news about her mother. (She's being sent home from the hospital today with an undefinable and aggressive form of cancer - not much hope.)
His brother arrived shortly thereafter in his big dark "hovercraft" (you feel it coming before you see it.) And they went to visit her. I'm glad he got to do that before he leaves town - they're only giving her a couple of weeks.
The new washer and drier we purchased the other day were supposed to be delivered today, within a 3 hour block, so we had to put everything on hold and stay close to home, while we waited...
I get edgy under those circumstances, so I puttered around the house and did a lot of chores that have been irritating me all month (because they haven't been getting done.) I'm finally feeling like I can handle a few things, so I tackled them - with a vengeance. It felt good.
My son came to help remove the old dryer, releasing a load of coins all over the floor that had been collecting inside. He laughed and said it was like being in Vegas - they just kept coming! $11.00 in quarters alone. Too funny.
Our old machines were older than some of our children, so I guess they've been storing up for a while.
There were two weddings we were supposed to attend today, but we didn't make it to either, because we were still waiting...
They finally arrived around 4:30, but it was dinnertime before they left.
I was worn out by then, (as was hubby) so we went to lay down for a bit.
I zonked, but he got up and left with the TV still running. Some HGTV show about a couple trying to buy a vacation home in Costa Rica.
I have been reading Mockingjay all day, and somehow the two things kept getting mixed up in my mind as I slept - I swear the people were trying to find a vacation home that could ward off enemy attacks.
Speaking of books, I had a call from a neighbor today - my choir leader who is also the head of our book club. She asked how I was doing, then informed me that the book club had got together to purchase one of the books from my Good Reads list for my recovery.
When she told me which one, I had to laugh because it's the same one I just ordered from Amazon a couple of days ago. I couldn't bring myself to tell her, because it was such a sweet gesture, but - yeah. I'll have 2 copies now if anyone needs one.
I've been trying to expand my reading the last few months - branching into different genres and authors I've never read, but after a slew of dark and violent tales, I'm so done with them and ready to go back to my safe cozy fluff reads!
...There are horror fans in this household, but I'm not one of them!
Just when I thought things were quieting down (around 11 P.M.) someone pounded at the door. There stood my youngest with her pillow and blankie! We weren't expecting her tonight, but she dropped in just the same. Yay!
It's 3 A.M. already. I've been trying to sleep, but sleep is not to be had.
(I guess when you stay in bed until 10 and have 4 hour naps, that shouldn't come as a surprise.)
...It's going to take me a while to get back to a normal schedule.
Back to work this week - ready or not.
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*Morphling is a random word I pulled from the book - it refers to a disorienting pain medication - it just seemed appropriate. LOL
Thursday, March 24, 2011
*Interesting and Humorus Title*
(Sorry, but I'm all out of them!) ha
Only a few days left of R&R, and then it's back to life as usual.
No more staying in bed until 10 A.M., no more schlepping around in my jammies all day. Planning to swing by work this weekend and see if/when I'm back on the schedule - that is, assuming that I still have a job...
Hubby was supposed to be done traveling now, but they have requested that he come back again next week. He's tired of traveling (as am I,) but in a way he doesn't mind it, because they treat him so much better out there than they do here.
The two of us went out to lunch yesterday, and ordered a new washer and dryer. The old dryer has to be run 3 or 4 times per load to get it completely dry - so it takes days to get the laundry done when we only have about 4 loads per week.
Crazy (not to mention expensive) so - it's out of here.
I finished my book Tuesday, and the library is out of the next one, so I'm going a little nuts today... Jenny has the one I need, but she's an hour away (and not due home for a couple of days,) so I'm going to have to be patient.
(Not my best thing!)
It's just as well, there are other things that should be done (albeit not fun ones.)
Just have to suck it up and keep busy.
It's officially Spring now by the calendar - we can only hope Mother Nature complies...
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Only a few days left of R&R, and then it's back to life as usual.
No more staying in bed until 10 A.M., no more schlepping around in my jammies all day. Planning to swing by work this weekend and see if/when I'm back on the schedule - that is, assuming that I still have a job...
Hubby was supposed to be done traveling now, but they have requested that he come back again next week. He's tired of traveling (as am I,) but in a way he doesn't mind it, because they treat him so much better out there than they do here.
The two of us went out to lunch yesterday, and ordered a new washer and dryer. The old dryer has to be run 3 or 4 times per load to get it completely dry - so it takes days to get the laundry done when we only have about 4 loads per week.
Crazy (not to mention expensive) so - it's out of here.
I finished my book Tuesday, and the library is out of the next one, so I'm going a little nuts today... Jenny has the one I need, but she's an hour away (and not due home for a couple of days,) so I'm going to have to be patient.
(Not my best thing!)
It's just as well, there are other things that should be done (albeit not fun ones.)
Just have to suck it up and keep busy.
It's officially Spring now by the calendar - we can only hope Mother Nature complies...
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Sunday, March 20, 2011
Strange Things
Another quiet week, but not completely uneventful.
A few days ago, when Melissa stepped out to go to work, she found the hot tub uncovered and running. Apparently we had tub hoppers during the night.
Strange because you can't see it at all from the street or in any direction.
The only people who even know it's there are the really close neighbors, and none of them are the type to do a thing like that.
Weird.
Haunted by dreams again. A new one the other night that left residual feelings that I still can't really put my finger on.
I think I've figured out where it came from though -
I've been thinking a lot about the group I "hang out" with on facebook.
People from high school and my old home town. The funny thing is that these people are folks who never even noticed me back in the day. Not my group at all.
I've got a reunion year coming up next year, and I've been debating the thoughts of whether I'll go or not. (I've never been to one yet.)
I just don't know. I miss the old days, but the people who would be there were never a part of it. I don't really see the point in going.
...But then there was the part about painting my car a hideous pink - and my purse getting stolen. My purse always gets stolen. What the heck is that about?
I've been minding my P's & Q's on the road to recovery, but I took a wrong turn the other day and ended up in a ditch.
I hurt myself (in the tub, no less) and ended up swollen and looking even more ugly than before. ( If that's possible.)
I've been cussing myself ever since, and hardly getting out of bed for penance.
I'm starting to worry about getting my strength back in time to go back to work next week.
Hubby is home now, and won't ever be flying to that place again.
I'm so glad to have him home. We've gotten along ok the last three weeks, but it's just a more secure feeling having him around. He's a rock when things go wrong, (...and I'm like a chicken with a fox in the yard.)
He's got his Sunday music on this morning - nice, although it's cranked up a little higher than need be.
It feels rather peaceful - he with his stack of bills on the floor, and me with the laptop and the dog asleep on my feet.
For the time being, all is well.
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A few days ago, when Melissa stepped out to go to work, she found the hot tub uncovered and running. Apparently we had tub hoppers during the night.
Strange because you can't see it at all from the street or in any direction.
The only people who even know it's there are the really close neighbors, and none of them are the type to do a thing like that.
Weird.
Haunted by dreams again. A new one the other night that left residual feelings that I still can't really put my finger on.
I think I've figured out where it came from though -
I've been thinking a lot about the group I "hang out" with on facebook.
People from high school and my old home town. The funny thing is that these people are folks who never even noticed me back in the day. Not my group at all.
I've got a reunion year coming up next year, and I've been debating the thoughts of whether I'll go or not. (I've never been to one yet.)
I just don't know. I miss the old days, but the people who would be there were never a part of it. I don't really see the point in going.
...But then there was the part about painting my car a hideous pink - and my purse getting stolen. My purse always gets stolen. What the heck is that about?
I've been minding my P's & Q's on the road to recovery, but I took a wrong turn the other day and ended up in a ditch.
I hurt myself (in the tub, no less) and ended up swollen and looking even more ugly than before. ( If that's possible.)
I've been cussing myself ever since, and hardly getting out of bed for penance.
I'm starting to worry about getting my strength back in time to go back to work next week.
Hubby is home now, and won't ever be flying to that place again.
I'm so glad to have him home. We've gotten along ok the last three weeks, but it's just a more secure feeling having him around. He's a rock when things go wrong, (...and I'm like a chicken with a fox in the yard.)
He's got his Sunday music on this morning - nice, although it's cranked up a little higher than need be.
It feels rather peaceful - he with his stack of bills on the floor, and me with the laptop and the dog asleep on my feet.
For the time being, all is well.
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Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Shhhhhh......
It's so quiet around here this week. Like tomb quiet.
One forgets one is deaf when there's nothing to hear. Ha ha.
Hubby had to go out of town again, so it's just me & the dog during the day, sitting around, listening to our arteries harden.
I can do that when hubby's away, and not feel guilty. When he's around, he blusters and billows about like a tornado - the man can not sit still.
It makes me feel like such a useless lazy creature. It's probably a good thing that he's not here, because I intend to follow doctor's orders.
My neighbor has been taking such good care of me this week. She pops over at least once a day bringing me treats, things to read - or just to say "Hi."
I sure do appreciate it. Good neighbors are such a blessing!
Went in for my check up today. The Doctor removed the bandage from my throat, and - Yuck. I look scarier than the spooks on my daughters ghost flicks.
It's kind of fun to go to the store and freak people out. :P Makes me want to lean in close and whisper to them - "pirates."
The Doctor had the pathology report already - all clear. Yay!
I only hope that some day my energy comes back. I had all kinds of things I wanted to do with this time off, but I just don't feel up to much at all.
Anyway, just checking in - it's been a while.
Happy St. Patty's Day!
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One forgets one is deaf when there's nothing to hear. Ha ha.
Hubby had to go out of town again, so it's just me & the dog during the day, sitting around, listening to our arteries harden.
I can do that when hubby's away, and not feel guilty. When he's around, he blusters and billows about like a tornado - the man can not sit still.
It makes me feel like such a useless lazy creature. It's probably a good thing that he's not here, because I intend to follow doctor's orders.
My neighbor has been taking such good care of me this week. She pops over at least once a day bringing me treats, things to read - or just to say "Hi."
I sure do appreciate it. Good neighbors are such a blessing!
Went in for my check up today. The Doctor removed the bandage from my throat, and - Yuck. I look scarier than the spooks on my daughters ghost flicks.
It's kind of fun to go to the store and freak people out. :P Makes me want to lean in close and whisper to them - "pirates."
The Doctor had the pathology report already - all clear. Yay!
I only hope that some day my energy comes back. I had all kinds of things I wanted to do with this time off, but I just don't feel up to much at all.
Anyway, just checking in - it's been a while.
Happy St. Patty's Day!
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Saturday, March 12, 2011
I'm Back
I survived the surgery.
I was a little surprised when I woke up, to find that it was 5 hours later. I didn't think it was going to take that long.
They said everything went really well, although I look and feel a bit like Nearly Headless Nick (Harry Potter.) They didn't have to take all of my thyroid - I still have a bit of it left, for what that's worth.
I was looking forward to some R&R, but hubby is home and tearing the house apart.
He moved the family room around last night, and today he's in my craft room.
Good grief, how am I supposed to relax with all that going on?
I keep telling him just to go back to work, but he won't listen... LOL
The girls have been watching the earthquake/tsunami coverage 24-7.
It's a bit overwhelming.
I'm going to hole up in my room with a book.
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I was a little surprised when I woke up, to find that it was 5 hours later. I didn't think it was going to take that long.
They said everything went really well, although I look and feel a bit like Nearly Headless Nick (Harry Potter.) They didn't have to take all of my thyroid - I still have a bit of it left, for what that's worth.
I was looking forward to some R&R, but hubby is home and tearing the house apart.
He moved the family room around last night, and today he's in my craft room.
Good grief, how am I supposed to relax with all that going on?
I keep telling him just to go back to work, but he won't listen... LOL
The girls have been watching the earthquake/tsunami coverage 24-7.
It's a bit overwhelming.
I'm going to hole up in my room with a book.
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Wednesday, March 09, 2011
Tossing and Turning
Sleep has been evading me this week.
I'm not so much nervous about the surgery - it's all the little things I wanted to get done before hand. It's had me feeling anxious.
I only had one day to accomplish everything, and I'm going to miss the mark, but I did make some progress.
My paycheck was a disappointment this week too, I had to whittle down the expectations - a LOT, but it's all good...
Every time hubby leaves town, it seems that something breaks down.
Last week it was the washing machine and the internet/cable (no computer, no TV.)
This week, the heat in the basement quit. It's freezy down here - have to put on a coat to type. Brrrrr....
Speaking of cold - it snowed again this week. I can't complain - it's all my fault.
I mentioned the "S" word (Spring) way too soon, and jinxed things. Mother Nature is an evil being - she likes to play mind games on us in this region. And the so-called Spring season is her weapon of choice.
My little buddy is home for spring break, so we went on a little shopping spree on Monday. (Gathering up books & magazines to fill the recovery time.)
My mother and I used to take those little trips all the time, and she always took me to the same little greasy spoon for lunch. (It's a nice one, as junk food goes, clean, good service, etc.)
I took Jenny there one day when she was much younger, and told her about it - since then, she always asks to go there. It's kind of nice to have that little mother-daughter tradition carry over to the next generation. (And they have sweet potato fries! Yum.)
Today is a work day - and I work a little later than usual. Hubby is supposed to fly home tonight - not sure how we'll get him home from the airport. We are short a car this week - and mine is running on fumes.
We'll have to see how that one goes...
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I'm not so much nervous about the surgery - it's all the little things I wanted to get done before hand. It's had me feeling anxious.
I only had one day to accomplish everything, and I'm going to miss the mark, but I did make some progress.
My paycheck was a disappointment this week too, I had to whittle down the expectations - a LOT, but it's all good...
Every time hubby leaves town, it seems that something breaks down.
Last week it was the washing machine and the internet/cable (no computer, no TV.)
This week, the heat in the basement quit. It's freezy down here - have to put on a coat to type. Brrrrr....
Speaking of cold - it snowed again this week. I can't complain - it's all my fault.
I mentioned the "S" word (Spring) way too soon, and jinxed things. Mother Nature is an evil being - she likes to play mind games on us in this region. And the so-called Spring season is her weapon of choice.
My little buddy is home for spring break, so we went on a little shopping spree on Monday. (Gathering up books & magazines to fill the recovery time.)
My mother and I used to take those little trips all the time, and she always took me to the same little greasy spoon for lunch. (It's a nice one, as junk food goes, clean, good service, etc.)
I took Jenny there one day when she was much younger, and told her about it - since then, she always asks to go there. It's kind of nice to have that little mother-daughter tradition carry over to the next generation. (And they have sweet potato fries! Yum.)
Today is a work day - and I work a little later than usual. Hubby is supposed to fly home tonight - not sure how we'll get him home from the airport. We are short a car this week - and mine is running on fumes.
We'll have to see how that one goes...
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Sunday, March 06, 2011
Wishes and Fishes
It's Sunday again, and hubby is in the sky as we speak - flying back to the place of people and trees.
They offered him a job while he was out there last week, but like he said, if it were just he and I then, maybe, but that is just too far away to be from all of our kids. The grand kids would grow up without us, and that is unthinkable.
He would have stayed out there over the weekend, but he had to come back to lay off half his crew and to work his other job.
The lay-offs were not a surprise - they all knew it was coming. Still, it had to have been a sad parting - some of those people have been with the company since its beginnings.
...But, it seems, that all good things must end.
I was whining to my daughter last night about being the only unsuccessful member of my family. (Poor girl, she's stuck with me a lot lately.)
She said "Excuse me? ...and in what way is so-and-so successful?" Going through and naming names.
Okay, so maybe my life doesn't totally suck, but at least all those others have been able to be self supporting financially. All I can manage at present is 8 hours a week at minimum wage. Not exactly my hey-day.
I was laying in bed thinking about that this morning. At the height of my earning power, I still fell short of that.
I was working in the craft store by day, and painting samples for a tole painting publisher by night.
I loved that job. I think that's the only time I ever felt like I was really good at something. The hours were killer, but I loved what I was doing so it didn't matter.
The market fell through on that job, just as the scrapbooking one did.
That's the problem with working in a hobby related field - they phase in and phase out. Nothing is forever.
So here I sit. Having a mid-life crisis. Ha!
The sewing hobby is past tense for me, so there is no passion for my current job - and I refuse to even get into the jewelry thing...
There is no room in my house for another hobby.
Hence, I read.
I've been bullying hubby about being here for my surgery, but if you want to know the honest truth - I'm ok with him not being here. I won't be able to talk much, so I really don't want a lot of people hanging around making me feel like a total bore.
Last time I had surgery, the ladies in the ward brought in meals for almost a month. Every time they came over, they'd ask hubby how I was doing, and he'd make me come out to say 'hi'.
I felt like a freak in a side show. Ring the bell to see the gorilla and all that.
It was really uncomfortable.
All I need are some books, videos, a few small projects, and some pretty things to look at to cheer me and I'll be fine.
As you can see from my new header - spring is trying to make an
appearance here.
The majority of the snow has gone away, and what remains is dirty and gross and blends in with the ugly dead landscape.
But my tulips and hyacinths are poking their way through the debris, and soon (we can only hope) things will start greening up, and we'll have dashes of color here and there.
Life will go on, as it always does.
Ain't that grand?
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They offered him a job while he was out there last week, but like he said, if it were just he and I then, maybe, but that is just too far away to be from all of our kids. The grand kids would grow up without us, and that is unthinkable.
He would have stayed out there over the weekend, but he had to come back to lay off half his crew and to work his other job.
The lay-offs were not a surprise - they all knew it was coming. Still, it had to have been a sad parting - some of those people have been with the company since its beginnings.
...But, it seems, that all good things must end.
I was whining to my daughter last night about being the only unsuccessful member of my family. (Poor girl, she's stuck with me a lot lately.)
She said "Excuse me? ...and in what way is so-and-so successful?" Going through and naming names.
Okay, so maybe my life doesn't totally suck, but at least all those others have been able to be self supporting financially. All I can manage at present is 8 hours a week at minimum wage. Not exactly my hey-day.
I was laying in bed thinking about that this morning. At the height of my earning power, I still fell short of that.
I was working in the craft store by day, and painting samples for a tole painting publisher by night.
I loved that job. I think that's the only time I ever felt like I was really good at something. The hours were killer, but I loved what I was doing so it didn't matter.
The market fell through on that job, just as the scrapbooking one did.
That's the problem with working in a hobby related field - they phase in and phase out. Nothing is forever.
So here I sit. Having a mid-life crisis. Ha!
The sewing hobby is past tense for me, so there is no passion for my current job - and I refuse to even get into the jewelry thing...
There is no room in my house for another hobby.
Hence, I read.
I've been bullying hubby about being here for my surgery, but if you want to know the honest truth - I'm ok with him not being here. I won't be able to talk much, so I really don't want a lot of people hanging around making me feel like a total bore.
Last time I had surgery, the ladies in the ward brought in meals for almost a month. Every time they came over, they'd ask hubby how I was doing, and he'd make me come out to say 'hi'.
I felt like a freak in a side show. Ring the bell to see the gorilla and all that.
It was really uncomfortable.
All I need are some books, videos, a few small projects, and some pretty things to look at to cheer me and I'll be fine.
As you can see from my new header - spring is trying to make an
appearance here.
The majority of the snow has gone away, and what remains is dirty and gross and blends in with the ugly dead landscape.
But my tulips and hyacinths are poking their way through the debris, and soon (we can only hope) things will start greening up, and we'll have dashes of color here and there.
Life will go on, as it always does.
Ain't that grand?
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Thursday, March 03, 2011
Thursday the Third
Another week fizzles to a close...
Hubby left early Monday morning, and I planned on just having quiet time at home - came down to check my email and found that my internet was gone.
I had a list of things I needed to do - emails to send, things to look up, lists to make... All filed under "no can do" without the computer. Frustrating.
I just finished all the books I've been reading, and the library didn't have any of the others on my list - really wasn't in the mood for housework, or artsy crafts - so I did a few errands.
I took the weekend movie rentals back to the rental place, and found signs plastered all over the windows "No longer renting - liquidation sale."
Are you kidding me? The only cheap entertainment in town?
Shocker.
I felt like my day was spinning it's way down the drain, so I decided to just get out of town.
Drove up to Borders and spent almost the entire day just looking at books and magazines. I shopped until way past lunch, gathered up a dozen or so treasures, talked myself out of them and put them all back...
(that's how I shop - don't laugh.)
I was starting to get shaky from hunger, so I made one quick purchase, and went in search of lunch - there had to be something there at the Riverwoods, right?
I drove around and looked - it was either Subway (Ick) or something exotic or expensive - nope, nothing here.
I drove through town - same thing. I did that all the way back to the home town, looking at options, then opting to find something closer to home.
I had decided just to grab a sandwich at Arby's, that I could just pick up and take home with me, but when I got to where it was, I decided why waste the money - I'll just go home and have toast & jam.
I'm not usually this cheap, but I'm living on hubby's savings this week, and feeling guilty about squandering.
The laugh was on me when I opened my big purchase, Country Living.
I browsed through the pages, thinking I had made the best choice, but when I got to the end my reaction was why did I choose this one again?
As far as I could tell, it was for just one picture that I saw and fell in love with - a huge full page spread of a flower. (It intrigued me, I want to try and paint it someday - there's often an imaginary painting involved...)
There had been 2 issues of Country Living on the magazine rack, and I wondered about that, but as I cruised the ads in the back, it became apparent - this one was the UK version. Everything there was priced in pounds.
...Anyway, that's what I get for making choices when all the sugar has drained from my brain.
Melissa laughed at me when I told her what I had done - she said "A Brittish magazine? How can you read it, it's in a foreign language!"
She's so silly. And thank goodness for her. She's my rock when hubby's away. I never worry when she's here - she reeks with awesomeness.
Her purse, car and room for that matter, are like Mary Poppins' bag. If you need it -(or not) - it's in there.
She worked as a night guard at a detention center while in college, so she is trained in street fighting. She knows what to do in any situation - earthquake, hurricane, volcano, zombie apocalypse - you name it, she knows how to survive it.
She also knows how best to comfort and entertain her mother. The other day, we were watching "When in Rome," and a thought came out of the blue - "I don't have any Italian fairy tales. (I've sort of been collecting them from other countries.) She held up a finger and went to her room - bringing back a HUGE volume of them. I should have known. ^.^
All that, and she's beautiful too... How lucky can I get?
I woke up this morning to see branches all over the lawn - the wind must have been crazy last night. Funny, I didn't hear a thing!
Today's a work day, and hubby flies home tonight.
I was so bummed when I talked to him last night - he said he has to go back next week! They haven't quite caught on to the system yet, and need more guidance.
Feeling heartsick (and a little... angry.) How much does he owe this company who is cutting him loose in a matter of weeks?
I told him that if he's not here for my surgery, not to bother coming back.
That may have been a bit extreme, and of course I didn't mean it - just lashing out after a long year of loneliness and feeling - well, abandoned while he took care of his brother and his dad - it's not my turn yet? Really?
Oy. What are ya gonna do? ...He'll be here, but just barely.
Been checking up on the youngest daily - she seems to be doing okay.
I guess what doesn't kill you does make you stronger. She's a survivor.
Thank goodness.
So thankful for all of them today.
Today would have been my mom's birthday - she would have been 90 something.
Happy Birthday mom - wherever you are. I miss you.
*My sister just reminded me that mom's birthday is the 8th, not the third...
Good grief - I can't believe I got that wrong - how embarrassing >.<
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Hubby left early Monday morning, and I planned on just having quiet time at home - came down to check my email and found that my internet was gone.
I had a list of things I needed to do - emails to send, things to look up, lists to make... All filed under "no can do" without the computer. Frustrating.
I just finished all the books I've been reading, and the library didn't have any of the others on my list - really wasn't in the mood for housework, or artsy crafts - so I did a few errands.
I took the weekend movie rentals back to the rental place, and found signs plastered all over the windows "No longer renting - liquidation sale."
Are you kidding me? The only cheap entertainment in town?
Shocker.
I felt like my day was spinning it's way down the drain, so I decided to just get out of town.
Drove up to Borders and spent almost the entire day just looking at books and magazines. I shopped until way past lunch, gathered up a dozen or so treasures, talked myself out of them and put them all back...
(that's how I shop - don't laugh.)
I was starting to get shaky from hunger, so I made one quick purchase, and went in search of lunch - there had to be something there at the Riverwoods, right?
I drove around and looked - it was either Subway (Ick) or something exotic or expensive - nope, nothing here.
I drove through town - same thing. I did that all the way back to the home town, looking at options, then opting to find something closer to home.
I had decided just to grab a sandwich at Arby's, that I could just pick up and take home with me, but when I got to where it was, I decided why waste the money - I'll just go home and have toast & jam.
I'm not usually this cheap, but I'm living on hubby's savings this week, and feeling guilty about squandering.
The laugh was on me when I opened my big purchase, Country Living.
I browsed through the pages, thinking I had made the best choice, but when I got to the end my reaction was why did I choose this one again?
As far as I could tell, it was for just one picture that I saw and fell in love with - a huge full page spread of a flower. (It intrigued me, I want to try and paint it someday - there's often an imaginary painting involved...)
There had been 2 issues of Country Living on the magazine rack, and I wondered about that, but as I cruised the ads in the back, it became apparent - this one was the UK version. Everything there was priced in pounds.
...Anyway, that's what I get for making choices when all the sugar has drained from my brain.
Melissa laughed at me when I told her what I had done - she said "A Brittish magazine? How can you read it, it's in a foreign language!"
She's so silly. And thank goodness for her. She's my rock when hubby's away. I never worry when she's here - she reeks with awesomeness.
Her purse, car and room for that matter, are like Mary Poppins' bag. If you need it -(or not) - it's in there.
She worked as a night guard at a detention center while in college, so she is trained in street fighting. She knows what to do in any situation - earthquake, hurricane, volcano, zombie apocalypse - you name it, she knows how to survive it.
She also knows how best to comfort and entertain her mother. The other day, we were watching "When in Rome," and a thought came out of the blue - "I don't have any Italian fairy tales. (I've sort of been collecting them from other countries.) She held up a finger and went to her room - bringing back a HUGE volume of them. I should have known. ^.^
All that, and she's beautiful too... How lucky can I get?
I woke up this morning to see branches all over the lawn - the wind must have been crazy last night. Funny, I didn't hear a thing!
Today's a work day, and hubby flies home tonight.
I was so bummed when I talked to him last night - he said he has to go back next week! They haven't quite caught on to the system yet, and need more guidance.
Feeling heartsick (and a little... angry.) How much does he owe this company who is cutting him loose in a matter of weeks?
I told him that if he's not here for my surgery, not to bother coming back.
That may have been a bit extreme, and of course I didn't mean it - just lashing out after a long year of loneliness and feeling - well, abandoned while he took care of his brother and his dad - it's not my turn yet? Really?
Oy. What are ya gonna do? ...He'll be here, but just barely.
Been checking up on the youngest daily - she seems to be doing okay.
I guess what doesn't kill you does make you stronger. She's a survivor.
Thank goodness.
So thankful for all of them today.
Today would have been my mom's birthday - she would have been 90 something.
Happy Birthday mom - wherever you are. I miss you.
*My sister just reminded me that mom's birthday is the 8th, not the third...
Good grief - I can't believe I got that wrong - how embarrassing >.<
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Tuesday, March 01, 2011
March One
What a strange and disappointing month February has been.
Kicking it to the curb...
All of us were sick, vacation canceled, work cut backs, and hubby got sent back East by his company ...to train the person who is taking his job away from him.
Not only that, but when he arrived there, he found that his company hadn't pre-paid his room, so he had to max out his card for it, and he hasn't been able to have a meal since this morning.
He had to call his supervisor (from here) and have her wire him some money from petty cash to get him through the week
Niiiiice.
It snowed some more the last two days, and has been so cold, adding to the misery of being stuck at home instead of on vacation in the desert as we had planned. Everyone was able to get it off but hubby, so it was a no-go.
(This is exactly why we Taylor's avoid planning things - they never work out.)
...It's just as well though, it snowed in the desert too. We would have just been stuck in a motel room all weekend driving each other nuts.
My poor baby has had an awful month too - breakup, love triangle, lies, deceit backstabbing and betrayal - and that was only on Wednesday.
I had the hardest time sending her back there after this weekend. I don't know how she'll make it to the end of the semester. She still has to live with the... little darling. *ooozes sarcasm* [former friend and room mate.]
Holy crud.
On the upside - we celebrated my oldest grand daughter's birthday on Sunday.
She turns 9 today.
(We celebrated early because grandpa had to leave today.)
Where did that time go? I still remember so clearly the day she was born.
She's awesome, and a kindred spirit.
Make a Wish...
I saw the throat specialist today, and am scheduled to fall among his team of cut-throats on the tenth. (Thyroid-ectomy)
The lady who scheduled the surgery for me said that she had the same procedure exactly 25 years ago today. She said that she survived it and is still kicking - (and I scanned her neck and couldn't see a scar.)
Maybe it won't be so bad after all...
Doc says the recovery time should only be a week or two.
Anywho - Melissa drove her sister back to school for me tonight, so I sat here alone and watched "Ghost Whisperer" until she got back.
That was probably a bad idea.
Not so much that it scared me - it's just that it's been such a weird week, and the episodes I watched were so gut-wrenching emotional.
Now I'll have to stay up and see something funny so I can go to sleep.
My month in a nutshell - March can only go up from here.
*Knock Wood*
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Kicking it to the curb...
All of us were sick, vacation canceled, work cut backs, and hubby got sent back East by his company ...to train the person who is taking his job away from him.
Not only that, but when he arrived there, he found that his company hadn't pre-paid his room, so he had to max out his card for it, and he hasn't been able to have a meal since this morning.
He had to call his supervisor (from here) and have her wire him some money from petty cash to get him through the week
Niiiiice.
It snowed some more the last two days, and has been so cold, adding to the misery of being stuck at home instead of on vacation in the desert as we had planned. Everyone was able to get it off but hubby, so it was a no-go.
(This is exactly why we Taylor's avoid planning things - they never work out.)
...It's just as well though, it snowed in the desert too. We would have just been stuck in a motel room all weekend driving each other nuts.
My poor baby has had an awful month too - breakup, love triangle, lies, deceit backstabbing and betrayal - and that was only on Wednesday.
I had the hardest time sending her back there after this weekend. I don't know how she'll make it to the end of the semester. She still has to live with the... little darling. *ooozes sarcasm* [former friend and room mate.]
Holy crud.
On the upside - we celebrated my oldest grand daughter's birthday on Sunday.
She turns 9 today.
(We celebrated early because grandpa had to leave today.)
Where did that time go? I still remember so clearly the day she was born.
She's awesome, and a kindred spirit.
Make a Wish...
I saw the throat specialist today, and am scheduled to fall among his team of cut-throats on the tenth. (Thyroid-ectomy)
The lady who scheduled the surgery for me said that she had the same procedure exactly 25 years ago today. She said that she survived it and is still kicking - (and I scanned her neck and couldn't see a scar.)
Maybe it won't be so bad after all...
Doc says the recovery time should only be a week or two.
Anywho - Melissa drove her sister back to school for me tonight, so I sat here alone and watched "Ghost Whisperer" until she got back.
That was probably a bad idea.
Not so much that it scared me - it's just that it's been such a weird week, and the episodes I watched were so gut-wrenching emotional.
Now I'll have to stay up and see something funny so I can go to sleep.
My month in a nutshell - March can only go up from here.
*Knock Wood*
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Thursday, February 24, 2011
Not Vacating...
We had plans to get away to the desert sunshine this weekend, but as of yesterday, the plan is off.
Just as well, the weather report says it will be cold this weekend in our destination city. May as well stay here and try to find something fun to do.
I'll be fine, two fresh new books to read, and an unspent paycheck in hand (such as it is.) I'm sure I can manage, but I feel bad for my daughter.
She has had on helluva semester, and could really use a break.
Other crushed plans...
I told hubby earlier that with this being our 35th year together - I demand a trip to Hawaii. After all this time, I think I deserve it! (As does he.)
...But last night I told him that I don't think this is the year for that after all.
He'll be jobless, so how can we justify blowing that much moolah on a trip, when we don't know what's going to happen next?
Stupid though, that's the second time I've blown off Hawaii in this lifetime.
At this rate, I may never get there.
~*~
I'm supposed to meet with the doctor on Monday and give him my decision whether to do surgery or not. The thing is, I still don't know.
I wish I knew if it was something that will make me feel better - or if it's just an unnecessary risk.
Inspiration please - and pronto!
Not much else going on for me - I don't work again until next Wednesday.
Tonight is Big Bang Theory night - at least that's something to look forward to...
Happy Weekend!
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Just as well, the weather report says it will be cold this weekend in our destination city. May as well stay here and try to find something fun to do.
I'll be fine, two fresh new books to read, and an unspent paycheck in hand (such as it is.) I'm sure I can manage, but I feel bad for my daughter.
She has had on helluva semester, and could really use a break.
Other crushed plans...
I told hubby earlier that with this being our 35th year together - I demand a trip to Hawaii. After all this time, I think I deserve it! (As does he.)
...But last night I told him that I don't think this is the year for that after all.
He'll be jobless, so how can we justify blowing that much moolah on a trip, when we don't know what's going to happen next?
Stupid though, that's the second time I've blown off Hawaii in this lifetime.
At this rate, I may never get there.
~*~
I'm supposed to meet with the doctor on Monday and give him my decision whether to do surgery or not. The thing is, I still don't know.
I wish I knew if it was something that will make me feel better - or if it's just an unnecessary risk.
Inspiration please - and pronto!
Not much else going on for me - I don't work again until next Wednesday.
Tonight is Big Bang Theory night - at least that's something to look forward to...
Happy Weekend!
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Sunday, February 20, 2011
*Cough*
We've all been sick this week.
All of us - even my daughter who lives an hour away, and my son who is...
3 states away.
Lovely germ hubby brought home for us from work. (Thank you dear.)
The only explanation is that this is a cyber cold - transferable through internet/cell phone connections.
The girls and I had plans to go shopping all day yesterday (due to the holiday weekend,) but when we looked outside and saw the cold drizzly rain, decided that it would be bad for our cold drizzly noses.
We rented movies and cranked up the fireplace instead.
We attended the wedding of a former neighbor/friend on Friday.
Melissa always called him her brother-from-another-mother back in the day.
He was here almost as much as my own son was.
How blessed we have been living in this neighborhood. All of my kids have had at least one good friend like that who fit into our family like one of our own.
...All such great kids too.
Heaven smiled on us in that way.
The reception was so beautiful - it was held in an old Victorian home that has been renovated for this purpose. It was decorated true to the period, and beautifully so.
Their color scheme was Black White, and Red (one of my favorites lately.)
It was so good to see them all, and looking so happy.
~*~
Made a bad decision yesterday - short awful haircut.
I did it on purpose because it's been growing so fast lately. In a week it will be right where I want it - but for the time being.... Yuck.
It's cut back time at my work again. I'm back to one day a week. I really need to start looking with the rest of the family... eighty bucks a month is just ridiculous.
I was so lazy all last week, that my house is looking pretty neglected today. I guess I should be grateful for the time to get caught up. ...And I have a new pattern to make the little girls some skirts (using up all that fabric I still have from last time I worked at the store...)
Going to run back down to Ephraim today - Jenny is getting her patriarchal blessing. Then back home, but that means no big family dinner tonight, won't be back in time.
Lots of reading to do, and plans to make (we're hopefully fleeing the cold next week.)
I will survive.
Hey hey. :-)
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All of us - even my daughter who lives an hour away, and my son who is...
3 states away.
Lovely germ hubby brought home for us from work. (Thank you dear.)
The only explanation is that this is a cyber cold - transferable through internet/cell phone connections.
The girls and I had plans to go shopping all day yesterday (due to the holiday weekend,) but when we looked outside and saw the cold drizzly rain, decided that it would be bad for our cold drizzly noses.
We rented movies and cranked up the fireplace instead.
We attended the wedding of a former neighbor/friend on Friday.
Melissa always called him her brother-from-another-mother back in the day.
He was here almost as much as my own son was.
How blessed we have been living in this neighborhood. All of my kids have had at least one good friend like that who fit into our family like one of our own.
...All such great kids too.
Heaven smiled on us in that way.
The reception was so beautiful - it was held in an old Victorian home that has been renovated for this purpose. It was decorated true to the period, and beautifully so.
Their color scheme was Black White, and Red (one of my favorites lately.)
It was so good to see them all, and looking so happy.
~*~
Made a bad decision yesterday - short awful haircut.
I did it on purpose because it's been growing so fast lately. In a week it will be right where I want it - but for the time being.... Yuck.
It's cut back time at my work again. I'm back to one day a week. I really need to start looking with the rest of the family... eighty bucks a month is just ridiculous.
I was so lazy all last week, that my house is looking pretty neglected today. I guess I should be grateful for the time to get caught up. ...And I have a new pattern to make the little girls some skirts (using up all that fabric I still have from last time I worked at the store...)
Going to run back down to Ephraim today - Jenny is getting her patriarchal blessing. Then back home, but that means no big family dinner tonight, won't be back in time.
Lots of reading to do, and plans to make (we're hopefully fleeing the cold next week.)
I will survive.
Hey hey. :-)
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Friday, February 18, 2011
Stuff.
I had such a lazy day yesterday.
Those days are really hard on the self esteem. Leaves me feeling like a useless lump of humanity. Especially when hubby is sick and has to work the two jobs anyway, and the kids are all so busy.
There's just no excuse for me, just sitting here - wasting time.
(But no one around who cares.)
What a strange phase of life this is.
I've had some rather enjoyable chats with my youngest this week. She's finally getting her head into a good place, at least for now. I'm so proud of her.
We talked about weekend plans, hanging out at bookstores and such. She mentioned that would be a fun career for her - owning a book store.
We kind of went off on that, because I would love that too!
I could work for my baby, driving loads of books around ...in my wheelchair cart, reading stories to kiddies on the weekend. (But then, I would probably scare them LOL)
As always, when I barge in on the kids' dreams, there's something in it for me - a little corner where I can sell my favorite things - pretty paper, pretty ribbons & lace, gems & such...
I love that my kids have goals and are reaching and achieving them. I never did figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up... and that ship has sailed!
I enjoy my job, I really do. It's satisfying feeling that I can help people - even if it's something as simple as finding the right sewing machine needle.
(Beats sitting here feeling useless!)
...But I can't see myself doing this forever. It's so physically demanding.
(It is, I tell you - all that lifting and hauling and reaching and folding...)
I only work 4 hour shifts, but come home feeling like I've worked 8.
...And right now, the future is scaring me.
I thought by the time I reached this age, I would be looking forward to retirement and freedom, but instead - I'm looking at going full time while the rest of the family searches for work.
I keep thinking of that line from the Sandra Bullock movie that goes; "Life doesn't always turn out the way you plan."
Understatement.
I got a postcard from an old friend this week. Highlight. of. my. week.
She said that she saw the picture and missed me. Isn't that amazing?
I can't tell you how good it feels to be missed - or even noticed. for that matter. Ha
Having a rendezvous with her online on Monday - can't wait!
Speaking of work - I have to go there.
Have a Happy Holiday Weekend!
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Those days are really hard on the self esteem. Leaves me feeling like a useless lump of humanity. Especially when hubby is sick and has to work the two jobs anyway, and the kids are all so busy.
There's just no excuse for me, just sitting here - wasting time.
(But no one around who cares.)
What a strange phase of life this is.
I've had some rather enjoyable chats with my youngest this week. She's finally getting her head into a good place, at least for now. I'm so proud of her.
We talked about weekend plans, hanging out at bookstores and such. She mentioned that would be a fun career for her - owning a book store.
We kind of went off on that, because I would love that too!
I could work for my baby, driving loads of books around ...in my wheelchair cart, reading stories to kiddies on the weekend. (But then, I would probably scare them LOL)
As always, when I barge in on the kids' dreams, there's something in it for me - a little corner where I can sell my favorite things - pretty paper, pretty ribbons & lace, gems & such...
I love that my kids have goals and are reaching and achieving them. I never did figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up... and that ship has sailed!
I enjoy my job, I really do. It's satisfying feeling that I can help people - even if it's something as simple as finding the right sewing machine needle.
(Beats sitting here feeling useless!)
...But I can't see myself doing this forever. It's so physically demanding.
(It is, I tell you - all that lifting and hauling and reaching and folding...)
I only work 4 hour shifts, but come home feeling like I've worked 8.
...And right now, the future is scaring me.
I thought by the time I reached this age, I would be looking forward to retirement and freedom, but instead - I'm looking at going full time while the rest of the family searches for work.
I keep thinking of that line from the Sandra Bullock movie that goes; "Life doesn't always turn out the way you plan."
Understatement.
I got a postcard from an old friend this week. Highlight. of. my. week.
She said that she saw the picture and missed me. Isn't that amazing?
I can't tell you how good it feels to be missed - or even noticed. for that matter. Ha
Having a rendezvous with her online on Monday - can't wait!
Speaking of work - I have to go there.
Have a Happy Holiday Weekend!
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Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Bad Moon Rising...
Definitely some strange vibes in the air today.
I finished reading Hunger Games last night.
Let me first say that I am a bit... overly sensitive to all things scary, gory, or intense. I am not the one who screens the films and books in this house - the kids have to do that for me.
(Mom - you will NOT like this one, and mom, that's NOT your kind of movie.)
So, when I finished this one, I told my daughter that I wasn't sure how I was going to sleep, or if I would ever get over it!
But Melissa knows how to handle me - she took me downstairs and got me watching a hilarious TV show (Idiot Abroad,) and by the time it was over, I'd forgotten to be freaked out anymore.
I did have to call my younger daughter this morning and talk to her about it though. There are two more books in the series, and I had to know what happens, but like I told her - I don't think I'll be reading them.
I can't handle the stress! LOL
While I was talking to her, she asked me if I had seen her school on the news last night. She said that there had been a gas leak in the Science building.
I asked her what kind of leak, and she said; "I don't know - something to do with the cadavers."
Yeeeaach! I told her that was enough - I didn't want to hear any more!
She said that a couple of kids had just been walking by the building, and were taken and quarantined, the levels of Co2 were so high.
?????
Anyway, the day has sort of deteriorated from there - so many things went wrong at work today, 4:00 couldn't come fast enough. Just so frustrating.
The wind has kicked up tonight, and the power's been out once already, so batten down the hatches - it isn't over yet...
You may need this too before the day is over = Idiot Abroad - As for me, I'm going to pull the covers over my head and go to bed.
Hopefully, tomorrow will be better.
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I finished reading Hunger Games last night.
Let me first say that I am a bit... overly sensitive to all things scary, gory, or intense. I am not the one who screens the films and books in this house - the kids have to do that for me.
(Mom - you will NOT like this one, and mom, that's NOT your kind of movie.)
So, when I finished this one, I told my daughter that I wasn't sure how I was going to sleep, or if I would ever get over it!
But Melissa knows how to handle me - she took me downstairs and got me watching a hilarious TV show (Idiot Abroad,) and by the time it was over, I'd forgotten to be freaked out anymore.
I did have to call my younger daughter this morning and talk to her about it though. There are two more books in the series, and I had to know what happens, but like I told her - I don't think I'll be reading them.
I can't handle the stress! LOL
While I was talking to her, she asked me if I had seen her school on the news last night. She said that there had been a gas leak in the Science building.
I asked her what kind of leak, and she said; "I don't know - something to do with the cadavers."
Yeeeaach! I told her that was enough - I didn't want to hear any more!
She said that a couple of kids had just been walking by the building, and were taken and quarantined, the levels of Co2 were so high.
?????
Anyway, the day has sort of deteriorated from there - so many things went wrong at work today, 4:00 couldn't come fast enough. Just so frustrating.
The wind has kicked up tonight, and the power's been out once already, so batten down the hatches - it isn't over yet...
You may need this too before the day is over = Idiot Abroad - As for me, I'm going to pull the covers over my head and go to bed.
Hopefully, tomorrow will be better.
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Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Another one Bites the Dust...
Another Valentines day has come and gone.
We celebrated Love Day Saturday and Sunday, so today was pretty quiet.
Not the year for big showy gestures - we're still licking wounds and healing hearts from last year's losses.
Mostly just being thankful for each other...
It seems that the saying; "Everything old is new again," has been the running theme for me this month.
I've been returning to old pastimes lately - first the painting, and as I mentioned earlier, dragging out the sewing machine after decades of disuse.
Today was another one of those days of living in the past.
I was stuck in the basement doing laundry all day, so I pulled out my "That Girl" DVD's and had a full marathon - reliving the 70's as I fluffed and folded.
I was telling my daughter tonight how funny it is to view it from this side of that decade. I used to think of Donald as cute, charming, and sweetly protective - but now he seems like a surly ornery chauvinist.
Times change.
Still, it was nice to be reminded of the good old days when squeaky clean romance and social convention was the norm (at least for TV.)
Speaking of my daughter - she's been full of all kinds of creative energy lately. Yesterday she baked all day for our Valentines dinner, and today she ordered take-out so she could have the kitchen free to use as a potting shed.
We received a lot of potted plants for Wayland's dad's funeral, and they have been starting to look haggard lately. She re-potted them, giving them all more space to thrive in - and even polished their little leaves.
I swear they look happy tonight!
The smell of potting soil would normally be something alarming coming from the kitchen, but instead, it was like the scent of springtime and of foraging in the garden.
Although it may not be particularly hygienic, a little dirt is good for the soul...
Speaking of growing things - when I visited one of my neighbors the other day, she pointed out that she has hyacinths poking out of her flower beds already. It's the middle of February for gosh sakes!
I haven't seen them come up this early, well, ...forever!
Gives a body hope.
Time marches on...
As I was flipping through my calendar, thinking of possible musical numbers for church, it became more and more evident how quickly time is passing this year.
Hubby and Melissa only have a couple more months left of work before their jobs go away for good.
I haven't really thought about it much, because it seemed so far off (and we had so many other things to worry about) ...but now it's becoming all too near, and it's starting to freak me out a little.
Hubby keeps commenting that he always imagined that at this stage in life, he'd be looking forward to retiring soon - not having to find a new career!
Life never quite turns out like you planned it - (at least if you're a member of our clan!)
Been on a reading binge this month - fished the book club selection early, and have polished another book and a half since then.
Trying to expand my horizons.
'Night all.
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Saturday, February 12, 2011
Zzzzzzz.....
What a busy busy week - applied to annex my frontier village, built an Italian villa, a pink castle, a greenhouse, a church, and a post office, lost the war to a rival mob, and staffed my police force.
...But that was only in my tiny little facebook virtual world - I'm afraid real life hasn't been anywhere near that interesting.
Finished a book, and feeling adrift...
I went to the library with a list of about a dozen titles that I would like to look into next, unfortunately, the one title they did had from my list was already out.
Our library is so pathetic.
Visited a few neighbors yesterday, and learned some happy and some sad news.
One lady has become a grandma for the first time, and was beaming out the wahzoo with the news - and one lady passed on the news that another of our neighbors ...passed on this past week.
...One arrival - one departure. That's life.
I actually pulled out my sewing machine this week. Hasn't been touched in... decades?
Nothing fancy, just some pillow cases, but hey, I can still work the thing!
Got the day off and planning to be as lazy as possible...
Have a good weekend.
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...But that was only in my tiny little facebook virtual world - I'm afraid real life hasn't been anywhere near that interesting.
Finished a book, and feeling adrift...
I went to the library with a list of about a dozen titles that I would like to look into next, unfortunately, the one title they did had from my list was already out.
Our library is so pathetic.
Visited a few neighbors yesterday, and learned some happy and some sad news.
One lady has become a grandma for the first time, and was beaming out the wahzoo with the news - and one lady passed on the news that another of our neighbors ...passed on this past week.
...One arrival - one departure. That's life.
I actually pulled out my sewing machine this week. Hasn't been touched in... decades?
Nothing fancy, just some pillow cases, but hey, I can still work the thing!
Got the day off and planning to be as lazy as possible...
Have a good weekend.
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Sunday, February 06, 2011
la Dolce Vita
The age old dilemma - do I see the movie first, or read the book?
Sometimes reading the book makes it impossible to like the movie, and vice versa. (Such as The Last Song...Probably would have liked the film, if I hadn't read it first.)
I rented Eat, Pray, Love this past weekend. It was good enough, but I never fully felt like I knew what was going on. I'm reading the book now, and enjoying it so much more.
When most of the dialog is introspection, it's hard to convey that on the screen...
I'm finding so many things that I can identify with. The author's first journey is to Italy. I have always felt the same way about the Italian language as the author describes. (Out of all the languages in the world, it is the most beautiful to the ear.)
I have several movies in my collection that take place in Italy - I watch them over and over, not for the story as much as for the scenery.
Beautiful!
I'm on the section about India now. I thought it would be boring, but I can't read it fast enough. I have my notepad by my side, and I pause every few minutes to jot down quotes that I want to remember.
One such note is where a former Guru chastises people for being inert. (Such a great descriptive word!)
That's what I feel like I've been lately - inert.
I've been finding nothing better to do than sit and play games on Facebook (Facebook is the Devil - the world's greatest time waster.)
When I think of all the hours I spend there, it kind of makes me sick - I could be so much more productive, if I could only figure out what productive thing I want to do...
I love the description of how they spend the New Year - sitting under the stars, chanting it in with all it's joys and problems.
Filing all these things away...
Anyway, when I finish the book, I'm going to have to watch the movie again to see what I missed.
The power has been going off and on tonight, which is strange because it is snowing, but not very much. We've had several storms that have been much worse with no problems whatsoever.
Luckily, dinner was cooked before it went off - we did have to dine by candle light, but at least the vittles weren't raw!
Drove my daughter back to school last night.
That drive that I love so much in the daytime is a whole different beast at night.
I don't like that road at night - it is so dark that I get disoriented, plus the fact that whole stretch of road is a notorious hang out for deer.
It's one thing in the daytime - you can see them on the side of the road and slow down - but when it's dark, they can leap out at you with no warning.
I don't like surprises.
I come home exhausted and white knuckled every time.
Day off again tomorrow - maybe I can accomplish something if I try to get to bed before 4:30 this time...
Ciao.
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Sometimes reading the book makes it impossible to like the movie, and vice versa. (Such as The Last Song...Probably would have liked the film, if I hadn't read it first.)
I rented Eat, Pray, Love this past weekend. It was good enough, but I never fully felt like I knew what was going on. I'm reading the book now, and enjoying it so much more.
When most of the dialog is introspection, it's hard to convey that on the screen...
I'm finding so many things that I can identify with. The author's first journey is to Italy. I have always felt the same way about the Italian language as the author describes. (Out of all the languages in the world, it is the most beautiful to the ear.)
I have several movies in my collection that take place in Italy - I watch them over and over, not for the story as much as for the scenery.
Beautiful!
I'm on the section about India now. I thought it would be boring, but I can't read it fast enough. I have my notepad by my side, and I pause every few minutes to jot down quotes that I want to remember.
One such note is where a former Guru chastises people for being inert. (Such a great descriptive word!)
That's what I feel like I've been lately - inert.
I've been finding nothing better to do than sit and play games on Facebook (Facebook is the Devil - the world's greatest time waster.)
When I think of all the hours I spend there, it kind of makes me sick - I could be so much more productive, if I could only figure out what productive thing I want to do...
I love the description of how they spend the New Year - sitting under the stars, chanting it in with all it's joys and problems.
Filing all these things away...
Anyway, when I finish the book, I'm going to have to watch the movie again to see what I missed.
The power has been going off and on tonight, which is strange because it is snowing, but not very much. We've had several storms that have been much worse with no problems whatsoever.
Luckily, dinner was cooked before it went off - we did have to dine by candle light, but at least the vittles weren't raw!
Drove my daughter back to school last night.
That drive that I love so much in the daytime is a whole different beast at night.
I don't like that road at night - it is so dark that I get disoriented, plus the fact that whole stretch of road is a notorious hang out for deer.
It's one thing in the daytime - you can see them on the side of the road and slow down - but when it's dark, they can leap out at you with no warning.
I don't like surprises.
I come home exhausted and white knuckled every time.
Day off again tomorrow - maybe I can accomplish something if I try to get to bed before 4:30 this time...
Ciao.
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Saturday, February 05, 2011
Super Saturday
Sorry about that last post... Yeah. Feeble attempt at humor.
I mentioned earlier that I'm not myself these days, vitamin D deficiency, sunshine deprivation syndrome, glass half-empty and all that...
The funny bone's not the only thing that's off.
The other day at work, this cute little girl was crawling through the storage space under the cutting table, (a common event - 100% of all children try it - 99.9% of mothers don't even try to stop them.)
She dropped a toy on the floor, and dove for it - her little arms were too short to reach the floor, so she started tumbling to the floor.
I stood there watching, seeing what was going to happen, but all I could do was say "Oh my, she's falling..."
The response team in my brain must have been out to lunch, because I couldn't seem to move, even though I was standing right there.
Luckily a co-worker was close enough to grab her.
Odd sensation.
It's a girl's weekend here.
Hubby works late tonight, and tomorrow is the Super Bowl. My son invited his dad to come and watch with him. He asked if I wanted to come too...
Quite frankly, I'd rather have my toenails pulled out.
What with the pre-game shows, the commercial breaks every 3 minutes, the post game shows, the interviews, and on and on and on...
If there's anything more boring than football, it's a bunch of rabid men talking about football.
The girls and I will stay home, eat pizza and watch Jane Austin movies or something.
We'll be just fine, thank you very much.
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I mentioned earlier that I'm not myself these days, vitamin D deficiency, sunshine deprivation syndrome, glass half-empty and all that...
The funny bone's not the only thing that's off.
The other day at work, this cute little girl was crawling through the storage space under the cutting table, (a common event - 100% of all children try it - 99.9% of mothers don't even try to stop them.)
She dropped a toy on the floor, and dove for it - her little arms were too short to reach the floor, so she started tumbling to the floor.
I stood there watching, seeing what was going to happen, but all I could do was say "Oh my, she's falling..."
The response team in my brain must have been out to lunch, because I couldn't seem to move, even though I was standing right there.
Luckily a co-worker was close enough to grab her.
Odd sensation.
It's a girl's weekend here.
Hubby works late tonight, and tomorrow is the Super Bowl. My son invited his dad to come and watch with him. He asked if I wanted to come too...
Quite frankly, I'd rather have my toenails pulled out.
What with the pre-game shows, the commercial breaks every 3 minutes, the post game shows, the interviews, and on and on and on...
If there's anything more boring than football, it's a bunch of rabid men talking about football.
The girls and I will stay home, eat pizza and watch Jane Austin movies or something.
We'll be just fine, thank you very much.
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Friday, February 04, 2011
Constitutional Amendment.
Ladies and Gentlemen of the congress,
I hereby propose that Valentines Day be eradicated from this nation's calendar.
It is a day that will forever live in infamy - one that perpetuates misery, engenders false hopes, and destroys the self esteem of all generations.
Do we set aside a day for Little Bighorn?
Nay.
The Alamo?
Nay.
Donner party?
Again, Nay - and for good reason.
As with Valentines day, those events were also brutal massacres that, though appropriate to remember, are not events to celebrate with flowers and candy.
Those of us who are loved know it. We wish them well.
Those of us who are not do not wish to be reminded, or for a 24 hour period, have our noses rubbed in it.
Thank you.
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Just Say No!
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
Groundhog Day
I hear the little buggar saw a shadow today. First time in years (and it's about time!)I hope his prediction is a solid one this year. I'm so tired of COLD!
It's a quiet non-working morning, but not for long...
Tornado T'Ellie is coming to spend the day with grandma. Not sure what we'll do for ten hours, but I guess we'll just go with the flow.
Haven't got much to say these days. I guess I'm succumbing to sun deprivation syndrome or something. Just not quite myself lately.
Not much inclination to anything... at all.
Just me and the dog rattling around this empty house most days.
Me and lil' Ant'ny - we're getting pretty tight.
Grandma took a spill on the pavement this week. She's been pretty lonely without grandpa, and doesn't see well enough to drive - so she decided to walk up to check on her son. She missed the dip in the sidewalk, and went down hard - right on her face.
She's ok - just bumps and bruises, but Ouch! Such a worry now that she's on her own.
Finished my book club book (The Help) and enjoyed it a lot. I've had that one on my wish list at Amazon for a while, but I probably wouldn't have gotten around to reading it, if no for the book club.
Last meeting, they asked me what I've read lately and who my favorite authors are. After stuttering and stammering about books I haven't read in decades, I decided that I'm in a rut. I'm a boring reader.
I find one author I like (or can trust not to be vulgar) and I stick to them, whether I like their writing or not.
I've vowed this year to expand my horizons a bit.
See ya later, got to get something done before the munchkin gets here!
Happy Rodent Prognostication Day!
(We humans are a weird bunch - we'll celebrate anything...)
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