Much has happened in the last month. I don’t know where to start.
So – a list of random updates and their respective consequences.
ITEM 1:
The house is listed for sale. We aren’t finished with all the things we wanted to do. But, it is out there. So, this is real. If we are able to sell at the price we want we will be ok. Not great but ok.
ITEM 2:
I have a new job thing. Yeah, kind of surprised me too. Commute is longer but it is ok. Not sure about the job yet. Keep you posted.
ITEM 3:
I am going to OKC in a week for an overnight trip. Yucko! We take all the fun out of dysfunctional. That will be a post not to be missed when I get back.
ITEM 4:
Feeling uber fat these days. Up about 5 pounds and none too happy about it. Been to the gym more often but my eating is out of control!! Lordy save me from myself.
ITEM 5:
CiCi and Hubbing are communicating! Yay just like real people!! She needs a new car – he loves to buy cars and can’t afford one for us. So, he helps her. They both win. I am beyond excited.
ITEM 6:
I feel better. I gave in and started taking the medication as prescribed. Yup, me on meds. Whatever I feel better.
ITEM 7:
I have absolutely no idea what to get Hubbing for his upcoming birthday. Poop – poop and more poop. Ideas?
ITEM 8:
I bought a couple pairs of shoes for this job. Like grown up lady work shoes with heels and stuff. Wow, huh? Who knew I could wear those things.
ITEM 9:
My office is still a mess.
ITEM 10:
It is so flippin’ hot I can’t get anything done. I can’t get the outside things done because I am at work in the morning – every morning. Yes all seven of them. I didn’t give up my Target job completely. I have to be certain the new one will work.
ITEM 11:
I can no longer collect unemployment. It ran out and I now have two jobs. CRAP!
How do I pay my Target bill now?
ITEM 12:
I need to paint a few more rooms. Don’t have time but still need to paint. Volunteers (read victims)?
ITEM 13:
I need new bras. I hate shopping for bras. They are expensive and uncomfortable and don’t fit right! WAAAAH…..
ITEM 14:
Old Dude is having cataract surgery in a couple of weeks. Kinda scary. He is getting older and his health is too.
ITEM 15:
Gave the poopers a bath today. It was necessary. He reeked.
ITEM 16:
I miss CiCi most much.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
The Blood Letting was minor
So, this is the first time in a week I have had the opportunity to catch my breath. OK, breathing is good. Now what? Well, there was that thing in the kitchen I need to fix….
See this….
I tried the steak knife down the side annnddd broke the tip off the knife. I tried hot and cold – I tried one hot and the other cold – nothing budged. I tried pouring vegetable oil down the insides. Still nuthin’… So, I decided today it was time to break out the big guns.
As a last resort – I dug up the old faithful hammer and thingie you pound with the hammer.
See this….
Yup I did it. Somehow, last week while I was washing dishes. Looks like fun don’t it? Ya not so much. So, to preserve this….. I have to get the little one out of the big one without breaking the big one. It is very important you know.
Mr. Grumpy’s favorite coffee cup. Very Important!
I tried the steak knife down the side annnddd broke the tip off the knife. I tried hot and cold – I tried one hot and the other cold – nothing budged. I tried pouring vegetable oil down the insides. Still nuthin’… So, I decided today it was time to break out the big guns.
OK, so it’s just a power tool – but it is powered. Well, it’s powered when you remember to charge it…. I wasn’t the last one to use it so I cannot be held responsible. And it didn’t work.
Then came the BIG ONE!! And a much larger bit. And still nuthin’… Hmmfph
As a last resort – I dug up the old faithful hammer and thingie you pound with the hammer.
Nope don’t what it’s called and don’t care. Please don’t tell me cuz I won’t remember. Then you will think you’re having an aneurysm or something. Cuz I will have no idea what you are talking about and your head will try to explode. Or Something like that.
TA –DA!!!! SUCCESS! Check it out. A plain old hammer and poundie thingie broke through the super thick twenty year old little bowl. It’s at least twenty years old anyway. I can’t remember not having it. There was one terrifying moment when a loud “CRACK” resounded through the mud room, laundry room, fix-it room when it is too hot to be in the garage room. I panicked and stopped pounding for a minute. After thorough inspection I decided the cracking sound was the little cup. And prayed I was correct. I did not want to tell Mr. Grumpy I took a hammer to his favorite cup.
Dug the pieces out of the cup; washed it and it is ready for use. I hope I didn’t cause any real damage to the cup.
And the blood letting was minor.
All in all a successful day.
TA –DA!!!! SUCCESS! Check it out. A plain old hammer and poundie thingie broke through the super thick twenty year old little bowl. It’s at least twenty years old anyway. I can’t remember not having it. There was one terrifying moment when a loud “CRACK” resounded through the mud room, laundry room, fix-it room when it is too hot to be in the garage room. I panicked and stopped pounding for a minute. After thorough inspection I decided the cracking sound was the little cup. And prayed I was correct. I did not want to tell Mr. Grumpy I took a hammer to his favorite cup.
Dug the pieces out of the cup; washed it and it is ready for use. I hope I didn’t cause any real damage to the cup.
And the blood letting was minor.
All in all a successful day.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
So Life Changes
So, I've been avoiding this post for awhile now. If I don't write it - it won't be real...
Ya that never works. And it is very personal. And I don't want it to be happening.
And well yeah - just AND.
So, we moved CiCi yesterday. Very sad. She's gone. I know they grow up and leave home. I know!! But, are you ever ready for it? She was excited and then she was scared and then she was borderline hysterical and then I just wanted her to come back with me.
And she didn't. I was reassuring as a good mom should be... Ya let's put me up for MOM of the YEAR, not. I know she has to leave me and has to learn to be on her own. I know that! I know she needs to learn about adult decisions and adult consequences. I know as long as she lives under my roof I will take care of those things for her. And I know she won't learn anything. And so I helped her move out. I helped carry the bed down the stairs, out the door into the back of the truck. I loaded my truck and her car and we took off down the road. The very long three hour road thanks. And the cat in the carrier screaming in my ear the entire way. Yay me!
And I unloaded the big truck and the small truck and her car. And I held her while she cried. And I left her before she could see me cry. That simply would not do. I was the voice of reason,"You will be fine," "Just give it some time,""You have friends here, they are happy to have you closer now,""Your cousin will be here shortly living in the next room,""If it doesn't work out you can come home." Please God come home.
And I drove home alone. All Alone! And she called. And she cried. And she called again. And she was laughing! Someone stopped by to help her with her bed. Her room was put together now. New pretty pink sheets on the bed. The kitty was getting comfortable. Yeah, came out of her carrier by herself and was checking things out and folks were stopping by to say hi and meet the kitty! Oh and when would be better to start job hunting Sunday or Monday? Good to hear honey - very glad you are getting settled in. Start job hunting on Monday - no don't give the kitty a special treat just yet. Let her stomach calm down. I can almost hear out of my right ear. Yes that's a good thing. Yes she is a sweetie. Sure, sure we can talk later. Who's Mike? No I haven't met him yet. Sure, sure next time ... next time.
So sad. So very glad.
Ya that never works. And it is very personal. And I don't want it to be happening.
And well yeah - just AND.
So, we moved CiCi yesterday. Very sad. She's gone. I know they grow up and leave home. I know!! But, are you ever ready for it? She was excited and then she was scared and then she was borderline hysterical and then I just wanted her to come back with me.
And she didn't. I was reassuring as a good mom should be... Ya let's put me up for MOM of the YEAR, not. I know she has to leave me and has to learn to be on her own. I know that! I know she needs to learn about adult decisions and adult consequences. I know as long as she lives under my roof I will take care of those things for her. And I know she won't learn anything. And so I helped her move out. I helped carry the bed down the stairs, out the door into the back of the truck. I loaded my truck and her car and we took off down the road. The very long three hour road thanks. And the cat in the carrier screaming in my ear the entire way. Yay me!
And I unloaded the big truck and the small truck and her car. And I held her while she cried. And I left her before she could see me cry. That simply would not do. I was the voice of reason,"You will be fine," "Just give it some time,""You have friends here, they are happy to have you closer now,""Your cousin will be here shortly living in the next room,""If it doesn't work out you can come home." Please God come home.
And I drove home alone. All Alone! And she called. And she cried. And she called again. And she was laughing! Someone stopped by to help her with her bed. Her room was put together now. New pretty pink sheets on the bed. The kitty was getting comfortable. Yeah, came out of her carrier by herself and was checking things out and folks were stopping by to say hi and meet the kitty! Oh and when would be better to start job hunting Sunday or Monday? Good to hear honey - very glad you are getting settled in. Start job hunting on Monday - no don't give the kitty a special treat just yet. Let her stomach calm down. I can almost hear out of my right ear. Yes that's a good thing. Yes she is a sweetie. Sure, sure we can talk later. Who's Mike? No I haven't met him yet. Sure, sure next time ... next time.
So sad. So very glad.
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