Friday, April 30, 2010
Friday Fragments - Apr 30, 2010
*I've been contemplating summer plans lately and it brings to mind vacations from the past so I've decided to post a few pictures and stories. Of course I haven't composed anything yet, but it's my plan to do that next week. Oh the anticipation.
*Today I posted the story of my last pregnancy on my parenting blog. Somebody is turning the THIRTEEN on Sunday. Today is the story of the pregnancy, tomorrow the birth, and Sunday a celebration. Check it out, he's a pretty awesome kid.
*Yesterday and today I took off work to help prepare for tomorrow's auction. It's exhausting work, not so much physically although I came home yesterday with a sore back, it's more the building of the emotions and the play of strong personalities. This isn't my first rodeo, so to say, and it's almost funny how all events go through the same stages of planning, screw ups, emotions, fears, anticipation, head-butting, and differing emotions.
*ANTS! Ugh time to drag out the battle gear and fight the ants. They've come into my kitchen and they are NOT WELCOME! I've been through this before, terra firma and all. We should be great friends by now, but the damn moochers spend all of their time scouring my counters for bits of food, but do they leave me anything in return? Do they wash the dishes or sweep the floor? Hell no.
*I forgot to tell you after my haircut last month that I finally broke down and bought a flat iron, after seeking my daughter's advice, of course. I'm follically challenged, not so much in my ability to sprout hair, oh no I'm quite adept in that department, it's more about my inability to anything visually pleasing with my hair beyond a ponytail. Unlike the curling iron, I haven't burned myself - YET - but I clearly have no technical ability with gadgets or goop on my hair. Pity me.
*Week whatever of starting a new business... holy crap is this thing EVER going to be ready???? Could y'all rub some chicken bones together or whatever means of praying you currently employ and please send some good juju our way? It would be greatly appreciated.
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Thursday, April 29, 2010
Mystery Vacation Pictures
I told you yesterday that I somehow landed copies of pictures from my great-aunt's vacation home. It looks like one of those places where the grandkids got to come out for the summer and I'm sure they have wonderful memories of it.
I have a coworker that recently bought a campsite where she and her husband park their RV practically every weekend. It sounds so relaxing and wonderful. Her siblings, kids and grandkids all schedule weekends to visit.
My own grandparents had a camper that I recall taking to various places around California.
I hope someday soon I can have a vacation home/vehicle that my kids and friends can come flock to for a little R&R - while I'm still young enough to properly enjoy it.
I have a coworker that recently bought a campsite where she and her husband park their RV practically every weekend. It sounds so relaxing and wonderful. Her siblings, kids and grandkids all schedule weekends to visit.
My own grandparents had a camper that I recall taking to various places around California.
I hope someday soon I can have a vacation home/vehicle that my kids and friends can come flock to for a little R&R - while I'm still young enough to properly enjoy it.
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Family,
Old Pictures,
Vacation
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Willie and Sharon
It just tickles my mother to no end that she has an Aunt Willie and Uncle Sharon. Mary Willie is one of my great-grandmother's sisters. And really, how odd is it that a girl that goes by "Willie" would fall for a guy named Sharon?
I don't know if I ever met Willie and Sharon, maybe as a baby. By all accounts they were a happy couple. They had three daughters and surely several grandchildren. I have a whole stash of their vacation pictures (who knows why they were in their niece's collection).
I don't know if I ever met Willie and Sharon, maybe as a baby. By all accounts they were a happy couple. They had three daughters and surely several grandchildren. I have a whole stash of their vacation pictures (who knows why they were in their niece's collection).
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Family,
Old Pictures
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Booty-isms
What are friends for? To pick on each other, of course! So today, let's highlight my longtime friend, Booty! She says all sorts of crazy shit but no one bothers to write it down and then we forget the next day exactly what she said, except that it made us laugh like loons. This list should be MUCH longer, so just be happy I managed to remember what I did. Some (like most) of this is alcohol induced.... which might explain our inability to remember the next day. Maybe.
Roon = That ink will "roon" my dress.
Oinch = A pumpkin is "oinch", an apple is red.
Tess-nit = Oh no...I just stepped on a rusty nail...I must go get a "tess-nit" shot right away!
Al or Ow = There is no difference in the pronnunciation of these two words according to Booty. If your name is Al and Booty is calling you, you'll just think she's hurt herself on a rusty nail again.
Ow-blum = Look at my photo "ow-blum".
Chorus = Your hair is so "chorus".
July 21, 2007: Booty apologized PROPHETICALLY and said it was just a FIGMENT OF HER SPEECH.
Roon = That ink will "roon" my dress.
Oinch = A pumpkin is "oinch", an apple is red.
Tess-nit = Oh no...I just stepped on a rusty nail...I must go get a "tess-nit" shot right away!
Al or Ow = There is no difference in the pronnunciation of these two words according to Booty. If your name is Al and Booty is calling you, you'll just think she's hurt herself on a rusty nail again.
Ow-blum = Look at my photo "ow-blum".
Chorus = Your hair is so "chorus".
July 21, 2007: Booty apologized PROPHETICALLY and said it was just a FIGMENT OF HER SPEECH.
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Monday, April 26, 2010
Vacation Planning
As I scroll through my stash'o'pictures I keep pausing on ones from past vacations. And I wonder which ones I should pull or if I should wait. Some would be multi-day posts. Others would have you convinced I'm a raging alcoholic with raging alcoholic friends (that my daughter calls my friends "The Drunks" could be telling).
Where to start?
Where to begin?
Where to keep quiet? <- WHAT?
It's still too early to pull out these stories. It needs to be the height of summer and stifling hot outside. Not yet.
But here's a teaser
Where to start?
Where to begin?
Where to keep quiet? <- WHAT?
It's still too early to pull out these stories. It needs to be the height of summer and stifling hot outside. Not yet.
But here's a teaser
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Sunday In My City - April 25, 2010
This Sunday in St. Louis is going to be spent cleaning up from yesterday's storm. Tornadoes were spotted only a few miles away. Between high winds and lightening strikes there are branches and trees down everywhere. Such is spring in Missouri!
I thought for today I would focus instead on Spring in California. We had all descended on my grandparents house for my grandfather's funeral in March 1994. It was a mini family reunion under dire circumstances. My youngest brother brought his girlfriend and the three of us escaped for a little sight-seeing around Los Angeles while the rest of the family focused on making funeral arrangements (and my mom wasn't too happy about our absence - oops).
We drove down Sunset Boulevard snapping pictures left and right. Then we headed down to Santa Monica Pier. My future sister-in-law ran to the trunk of the car and pulled out a CEMENT PIG (you should say that "SEEEEEEE-MINT" like the Beverly Hillbillies talking about their cement pond).
It turns out future SIL and her roommates had kidnapped the CEMENT PIG from a neighborhood near her dorm in Columbia Missouri. Each of the girls took the CEMENT PIG on trips home and on various jaunts around the country. They would take pictures of the CEMENT PIG'S journeys and then send them to the owner. At the end of the school year they would return the CEMENT PIG to his home and when school started up again, he was picked up for another schoolyear. The CEMENT PIG had already been to the Atlantic Ocean and the Gulf of Mexico, but not yet to the Pacific.
I have no idea how long the CEMENT PIG attended Mizzou as my brother got married that summer and swooped my SIL off to Montana, leaving the CEMENT PIG behind with her former roommates. :(
I thought for today I would focus instead on Spring in California. We had all descended on my grandparents house for my grandfather's funeral in March 1994. It was a mini family reunion under dire circumstances. My youngest brother brought his girlfriend and the three of us escaped for a little sight-seeing around Los Angeles while the rest of the family focused on making funeral arrangements (and my mom wasn't too happy about our absence - oops).
We drove down Sunset Boulevard snapping pictures left and right. Then we headed down to Santa Monica Pier. My future sister-in-law ran to the trunk of the car and pulled out a CEMENT PIG (you should say that "SEEEEEEE-MINT" like the Beverly Hillbillies talking about their cement pond).
It turns out future SIL and her roommates had kidnapped the CEMENT PIG from a neighborhood near her dorm in Columbia Missouri. Each of the girls took the CEMENT PIG on trips home and on various jaunts around the country. They would take pictures of the CEMENT PIG'S journeys and then send them to the owner. At the end of the school year they would return the CEMENT PIG to his home and when school started up again, he was picked up for another schoolyear. The CEMENT PIG had already been to the Atlantic Ocean and the Gulf of Mexico, but not yet to the Pacific.
I have no idea how long the CEMENT PIG attended Mizzou as my brother got married that summer and swooped my SIL off to Montana, leaving the CEMENT PIG behind with her former roommates. :(
Saturday, April 24, 2010
So. It Stormed Today.
Yes we had a bigass storm late this afternoon, complete with tornado sirens. We did the obligatory move to the basement and watched the news while sitting on my bed.
I asked my son if he remembered the "big hail storm" and, yes, he did. It was pretty traumatic so I wasn't too surprised it was etched into his young mind.
It was April 10, 2001, Ian was just a month shy of his 4th birthday. That night I was doing a candle party (I sold PartyLite Candles at the time) and Amanda and Keith were home on babysitter duty. Halfway through the candle party the tornado sirens started up and I knew my kids were freaking out. I called them and directed them to move to the basement (different house, but my bedroom was still in the basement). Magically everyone at the party packed up my stuff and got my car loaded in a matter of minutes - everyone was concerned about their families as well, clearly the party was over. The orders could be tallied at another time and if memory serves, it ended up being a lucrative night.
As I pulled out of the neighborhood the hail started to pelt my car and the wind was really kicking up. While our houses were less than ten miles apart, it is a clear fifteen, twenty, minutes drive - lots of stop lights. I'm pretty sure I broke a few traffic laws getting home. Each passing second the sky got grosser and my heart was pounding. I was less concerned for my safety, I just needed to get to the kids.
I pulled into the driveway barely in the nick of time. As soon as I reached the basement straight line winds struck our neighborhood pelting my house with golfball sized hail. It sounded like a machine gun, not that I've actually heard machine guns, but I'm pretty sure THIS was the sound. My kids FLEW over my bed away from the wall getting pelted and hid on the floor. It was pretty damn scary.
Minutes later the storm passed and we made our way upstairs. The two windows on the west side of the house had been broken, but only the outside panes. Then we went to go outside, but there was wire down in our yard so we had to wait for the electric company to pull that up.
The next day showed the extent of damage. The siding on my house LOOKED like a machine gun pelted it. My car had a few minor dents on the roof, but mostly it was protected by the way it was parked between two houses. My neighbors weren't so lucky. If you drove down the entire length of my street which is about a mile and a half long, the western side of every single house had some sort of damage. Every other driveway had a car with broken windows.
For the next three months the sound of hammers and drills was common all over town. Everyone had stories about close calls. One lady told me how her father had just got up to move to the basement and a very large hail stone crashed through a window and landed right where he had been sitting!
So this is the storm against which all others are measured in my house. Today's storm is pretty significant. There were actual, real live, tornadoes that touched down in St. Louis County and one of them was kind of close. Fortunately we just had small hail and heavy rain. And like any storm, my backyard became a river - yay.
I asked my son if he remembered the "big hail storm" and, yes, he did. It was pretty traumatic so I wasn't too surprised it was etched into his young mind.
It was April 10, 2001, Ian was just a month shy of his 4th birthday. That night I was doing a candle party (I sold PartyLite Candles at the time) and Amanda and Keith were home on babysitter duty. Halfway through the candle party the tornado sirens started up and I knew my kids were freaking out. I called them and directed them to move to the basement (different house, but my bedroom was still in the basement). Magically everyone at the party packed up my stuff and got my car loaded in a matter of minutes - everyone was concerned about their families as well, clearly the party was over. The orders could be tallied at another time and if memory serves, it ended up being a lucrative night.
As I pulled out of the neighborhood the hail started to pelt my car and the wind was really kicking up. While our houses were less than ten miles apart, it is a clear fifteen, twenty, minutes drive - lots of stop lights. I'm pretty sure I broke a few traffic laws getting home. Each passing second the sky got grosser and my heart was pounding. I was less concerned for my safety, I just needed to get to the kids.
I pulled into the driveway barely in the nick of time. As soon as I reached the basement straight line winds struck our neighborhood pelting my house with golfball sized hail. It sounded like a machine gun, not that I've actually heard machine guns, but I'm pretty sure THIS was the sound. My kids FLEW over my bed away from the wall getting pelted and hid on the floor. It was pretty damn scary.
Minutes later the storm passed and we made our way upstairs. The two windows on the west side of the house had been broken, but only the outside panes. Then we went to go outside, but there was wire down in our yard so we had to wait for the electric company to pull that up.
The next day showed the extent of damage. The siding on my house LOOKED like a machine gun pelted it. My car had a few minor dents on the roof, but mostly it was protected by the way it was parked between two houses. My neighbors weren't so lucky. If you drove down the entire length of my street which is about a mile and a half long, the western side of every single house had some sort of damage. Every other driveway had a car with broken windows.
For the next three months the sound of hammers and drills was common all over town. Everyone had stories about close calls. One lady told me how her father had just got up to move to the basement and a very large hail stone crashed through a window and landed right where he had been sitting!
So this is the storm against which all others are measured in my house. Today's storm is pretty significant. There were actual, real live, tornadoes that touched down in St. Louis County and one of them was kind of close. Fortunately we just had small hail and heavy rain. And like any storm, my backyard became a river - yay.
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Friday, April 23, 2010
Friday Fragments - Apr 23, 2010
*I survived Sunday's auction!!! It was a terrific event and people were really impressed with how smooth the bank ran. I would love to take the credit, but it had sooooooo much to do with the software we used, something we deviated from last year with not so brilliant results. We returned to the old software with a huge upgrade and everyone involved was MUCH happier. Of course I had to fall off the lawn during a walk earlier that day and twist my foot. I'm recovering just fine thankyouverymuch.
*The next auction is next weekend. My responsibilities are much different, but everything is flowing in very similar manner as the one at work. Everyone is nervous and tension is high. There is a lot of work to be accomplished in the next seven days and I will be glad when this is behind me.
*My daughter is somehow keeping her shit together, running errands and coordinating lists for the above auction while doing end-of-the-semester projects. A few days ago I got the following picture...
Graduation is just weeks away! ACK!!!! I know she will be very happy to be done with it and find a job.
*My youngest brought home the parent guide for the sex ed class at school. Yippee. Click here to see my worldly advice - I know you'll want to share it with your own children.
*Week EIGHT of starting a new business. More plumbing issues, refrigerator expert was a no-show for a third time, job applications are slowly trickling in... wait, job emails are trickling in, no one is bothering to fill out the application, I guess we'll have to print out extras to have on hand during interviews. My zebra adventure on Wednesday was part of a day driving through small towns looking for sites to park our pizza truck - I have a good feeling about one site and am sort of "meh" about another.
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Thursday, April 22, 2010
Cottonwoods
The Cottonwoods are in bloom. They are absolutely beautiful with dripping white blossoms making yesterday's roadtrip quite scenic.
And they are my nemesis.
I love the blooms and the sweet scent they add to the air, especially at night. But in a few weeks they will go to seed. Little fluffy puffs will drift in the wind looking exactly like snow and my eyes will water and my nose will drip and I will cough profusely.
I am allergic to cottonwood pollen.
Very allergic. And I know this without any doctor's proclamation. It is a simple if/then statement. If cottonwood puffs are in the air, then I will look and feel like someone punched me in the face. When the puffs go away I will be able to breathe.
It's already starting so I will begin my drug regimen and continue through late fall. Once the cottonwoods stop affecting me something else is in the air, but I'm not quite so sure what that is. Fortunately it's not as severe as the cottonwood reaction, just minor congestion.
Welcome to St. Louis! It's allergy season - all year long!
And they are my nemesis.
I love the blooms and the sweet scent they add to the air, especially at night. But in a few weeks they will go to seed. Little fluffy puffs will drift in the wind looking exactly like snow and my eyes will water and my nose will drip and I will cough profusely.
I am allergic to cottonwood pollen.
Very allergic. And I know this without any doctor's proclamation. It is a simple if/then statement. If cottonwood puffs are in the air, then I will look and feel like someone punched me in the face. When the puffs go away I will be able to breathe.
It's already starting so I will begin my drug regimen and continue through late fall. Once the cottonwoods stop affecting me something else is in the air, but I'm not quite so sure what that is. Fortunately it's not as severe as the cottonwood reaction, just minor congestion.
Welcome to St. Louis! It's allergy season - all year long!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
I Saw A ZEBRA Today!
...and I wasn't even at the zoo!
Today was a scheduled day off work to deal with some details with our new business. It was kind of a cool day, like a mini vacation. I got to DRIVE, something I simply adore. I spent the better part of the day winding through country roads in the middle of BFE with the destination of Sullivan MO. Yeah, I know, it's a straight shot down the highway from my house, but there was a little detour stop I had to make, so all morning I was winding through roads that make me green to the gills as a passenger. As the driver, though, AWESOME!
And that's when I saw what resembled a zebra, but it turned quickly so all I could see was the ass end of a horse. Then as I got closer, IT WAS A ZEBRA! The roads were too twisty for me to grab my camera to PROVE I saw a live zebra in someone's yard like a damn horse. But it was there. And I passed several old barns that would have been awesome pictures, but again, twisty roads, not wanting to drive into a ditch or a pond...
But here is the lone picture I DID take without threat of swerving off into a ditch or pond
To sum it up - beautiful day, awesome drive, no asshole traffic issues, and a FREAKING ZEBRA. In the middle of Missouri. Where zebras are not native. In case you're confused.
Today was a scheduled day off work to deal with some details with our new business. It was kind of a cool day, like a mini vacation. I got to DRIVE, something I simply adore. I spent the better part of the day winding through country roads in the middle of BFE with the destination of Sullivan MO. Yeah, I know, it's a straight shot down the highway from my house, but there was a little detour stop I had to make, so all morning I was winding through roads that make me green to the gills as a passenger. As the driver, though, AWESOME!
And that's when I saw what resembled a zebra, but it turned quickly so all I could see was the ass end of a horse. Then as I got closer, IT WAS A ZEBRA! The roads were too twisty for me to grab my camera to PROVE I saw a live zebra in someone's yard like a damn horse. But it was there. And I passed several old barns that would have been awesome pictures, but again, twisty roads, not wanting to drive into a ditch or a pond...
But here is the lone picture I DID take without threat of swerving off into a ditch or pond
To sum it up - beautiful day, awesome drive, no asshole traffic issues, and a FREAKING ZEBRA. In the middle of Missouri. Where zebras are not native. In case you're confused.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
A Day Off
Through the magic of dumbassery I have manged to fall off the lawn and sprain my foot. Please load me up with all sorts of sympathy, okay?
I managed Sunday's auction quite well, running the bank and staying off my feet with one foot propped up on a chair. Yesterday, I did the same as I sat in the conference room for the bank reconciliation, again with my foot up in a chair. Unfortunately the swelling hasn't gone down so I've opted to take today off so I can properly get my foot up higher.
My goal for today is to visit all of the bloggers listed in the sidebar ->
I'm also catching up on all of my recorded shows that no one else in the house can stand to watch.
I guess I should take a shower at some point. hmmmmm
Happy Tuesday!
I managed Sunday's auction quite well, running the bank and staying off my feet with one foot propped up on a chair. Yesterday, I did the same as I sat in the conference room for the bank reconciliation, again with my foot up in a chair. Unfortunately the swelling hasn't gone down so I've opted to take today off so I can properly get my foot up higher.
My goal for today is to visit all of the bloggers listed in the sidebar ->
I'm also catching up on all of my recorded shows that no one else in the house can stand to watch.
I guess I should take a shower at some point. hmmmmm
Happy Tuesday!
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Sunday, April 18, 2010
Sunday in My Hellish Life
I was going to play along and do the Sundays In My City hosted by Unknown Mami... It was going to be about my morning walk in the park. I carry my camera on these walks and I was going to tell you about the robins in heat, the beautiful azaleas, the sunshine, the clear air... AND THEN... Two houses away I walked up to the house, snapped a picture of the beautiful azaleas (no one lives there, I'm not intruding) and as I step out of the yard, thank you KARMA you raging bitch, I stepped wrong and sprained my ankle.
OW!!!
Um, yeah, I sort of have something going on today where it would be best if I were UNinjured. That bigass auction, the biggest fundraiser of the year for my non-profit employer? Yeah, I have to go pick up the computer equipment, set it up, run the bank, dismantle it, return it to the office. This is so going to suck.
So I'm typing this with my leg propped up on the top of the couch with a sack of ice wrapped around my foot.
*sigh*
OW!!!
Um, yeah, I sort of have something going on today where it would be best if I were UNinjured. That bigass auction, the biggest fundraiser of the year for my non-profit employer? Yeah, I have to go pick up the computer equipment, set it up, run the bank, dismantle it, return it to the office. This is so going to suck.
So I'm typing this with my leg propped up on the top of the couch with a sack of ice wrapped around my foot.
*sigh*
Saturday, April 17, 2010
A Warm Spring Night
I just got home from running an errand. When I got in the car a memory from high school swept over me. It wasn't a specific event, just a warm spring night one of many times when my friends and I would slip outside and just... hang out.
As a parent don't you hate being told your kids are "just hanging out"? WHAT are they doing???? Specifically?
Yeah, me and my dipshit friends would sit in the front yard talking about the same stupid stuff we discuss today... well we talk about husbands and kids these days and less about school and more about work, but we still bitch about our parents, males, our boring day in/day out lives, and recounting our past stupidity and pondering our futures.
We would walk around the neighborhood and stare at the stars. Each of us claimed a star in Orion's Belt, I'm the one on the left, Booty on the right and Piranha in the center, exactly how we would walk down a sidewalk. These were the nights we would TP a friend's house - we only did that a couple of times, but they were doozies.
I miss being walking distance from them.
As a parent don't you hate being told your kids are "just hanging out"? WHAT are they doing???? Specifically?
Yeah, me and my dipshit friends would sit in the front yard talking about the same stupid stuff we discuss today... well we talk about husbands and kids these days and less about school and more about work, but we still bitch about our parents, males, our boring day in/day out lives, and recounting our past stupidity and pondering our futures.
We would walk around the neighborhood and stare at the stars. Each of us claimed a star in Orion's Belt, I'm the one on the left, Booty on the right and Piranha in the center, exactly how we would walk down a sidewalk. These were the nights we would TP a friend's house - we only did that a couple of times, but they were doozies.
I miss being walking distance from them.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Friday Fragments - Apr 16, 2010
I love Friday Fragments - all of those little bits and pieces that don't quite constitute a full post. Go see everyone else playing along!
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*HELL WEEK! Monday morning I greeted everyone at work with "Happy Hell Week" and they laughed. But it's so true. Sunday is the bigass auction and the week before, THIS week, is just impossible as we rush around like a bunch of chickens with our heads cut off. There have been tears, fortunately not mine. Actually, I haven't been horribly stressed out and I've been marveling all week long how amazingly calm I've been. This isn't normal for me before a big event. Very weird. I stayed at work until 7pm last night waiting for the copier repair dude to do his thing. Evidently the machine had NOT been cleaned as I was assured a week ago. I'm printing off 400 catalogs and the stupid thing kept jamming after every 3rd book - sooooo not cool.
*Last Sunday I was able to get my kids together for a belated Easter celebration and egg hunt.
*Yesterday was my younger brother's 40th birthday. He's had a rough go of things lately so I'm hoping he's on an upward swing. He just started a new job allowing him to stay in Florida and try to convince some young thing, a self-proclaimed "rowdy redneck," that she has stolen his tender heart. We'll see.
*The past couple of weeks The Husband and I have been comparing whose brother has a more fucked up life. His brother, also celebrating a birthday this week, is starting his new job on Sunday. His girlfriend drama is WAY weirder than my brother and his rowdy redneck. I wish I could elaborate, but trust me, it's truly fucked up. Soap operas don't have shit on my family!
*Week Seven of a new business... We thought we had the plumbing issues resolved. No. He had to remove the brand new water heater and exchange it. I spent last Saturday with several friends working at the prep kitchen, cleaning out sinks and scrubbing 300 of 600 pizza pans. I will be doing more of the same tomorrow. yay. The refrigerant guy is also coming out tomorrow to hook up the coolers. I think we have one week to go and we will be ready to open. UGH!
I'm entering the code for a blog hop and I don't know what I'm doing.... here we go....
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Thursday, April 15, 2010
Being A Leo
Despite what you think of astrology, my sun sign, Leo, best describes my personality.
Just think of those old Mutual of Omaha films showing the big cats in their natural environment. Lions almost look pissed off when they have to hunt, like it's interrupting their long day of lazing about. Like, "dammit, now I'm hungry *sigh* so I'm going to have to eat you. Sit STILL!" It's all so dramatic, poor pussy cats. That explains why the gazelle are able to walk right past a pride of lions without so much as a scratch.
You can't pull that shit with the hyenas or jaguars. Nope, they'll kill you out of spite, for breathing their air. Lions? They don't care. Walk up and pet them. Chances are they'll roll over on their back so you can rub their belly. And I'm not joking. Lions are really lovable creatures for being high up on the food chain.
So what does that mean for human lions? Well, you're dealing with a rather unruffled person. Just let the lion do his thing without interrupting that afternoon nap or hearty meal and you won't lose a limb. It's pretty basic.
This lion prefers honesty, no manipulation. Don't prance around like you're my best friend because you need something or prod me into action through some power trip. Just walk up, place your request and I will do everything in my power to make it happen. If it's beyond my capacity, I'll let you know.
I ask for honesty and will give you honesty in return. But I guess the hyenas out there can't handle the truth. I would eat hyenas for my morning snack but they taste like crap, being the bottom feeders that they are. So I bat them out of my way when necessary, but usually I just ignore them. I don't have time for people who can't handle the truth.
Just think of those old Mutual of Omaha films showing the big cats in their natural environment. Lions almost look pissed off when they have to hunt, like it's interrupting their long day of lazing about. Like, "dammit, now I'm hungry *sigh* so I'm going to have to eat you. Sit STILL!" It's all so dramatic, poor pussy cats. That explains why the gazelle are able to walk right past a pride of lions without so much as a scratch.
You can't pull that shit with the hyenas or jaguars. Nope, they'll kill you out of spite, for breathing their air. Lions? They don't care. Walk up and pet them. Chances are they'll roll over on their back so you can rub their belly. And I'm not joking. Lions are really lovable creatures for being high up on the food chain.
So what does that mean for human lions? Well, you're dealing with a rather unruffled person. Just let the lion do his thing without interrupting that afternoon nap or hearty meal and you won't lose a limb. It's pretty basic.
This lion prefers honesty, no manipulation. Don't prance around like you're my best friend because you need something or prod me into action through some power trip. Just walk up, place your request and I will do everything in my power to make it happen. If it's beyond my capacity, I'll let you know.
I ask for honesty and will give you honesty in return. But I guess the hyenas out there can't handle the truth. I would eat hyenas for my morning snack but they taste like crap, being the bottom feeders that they are. So I bat them out of my way when necessary, but usually I just ignore them. I don't have time for people who can't handle the truth.
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Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tests of Marriage
There are events and activities that can try the stability of any union and I mean other than one partner screwing around with half of the city's population. No, I'm talking about trivial things that show how wonderful you are together or make you wonder how you survived without blood on your hands.
Like moving. Packing all of your shit into a box and transporting to your new home, unpacking it and deciding where to put it. This is hard enough when it's just little ol you and your own crap, but add another person into the equation and their crap looks like garbage and they pack boxes like a neurotic chipmunk that you fantasize about conveniently forgetting their boxes at the curb for the trashman to collect. Compromise, collaboration and outright bribery are the coping mechanisms. Other people silently stew only to have it all erupt forty years later. Amazingly there are some couples that manage such a straining event in absolute harmony. THIS is a test of marriage. It shows your true self to your partner. How you come out on the other side says a lot for how the marriage works as a whole.
But there are other events that can show this as well.
Wallpapering. Yep, smearing goo on the back of long strips of paper and then attempt to stick said paper on the wall. It's a two person job requiring perfect communication and coordination of movements. Or one person doing all of the work and the other sulking while the strips get slapped onto the wall in a crisscross pattern that vaguely resembles the word ASSHOLE.
Canoeing. Another two person job requiring communication, but this time with one person staring at the back of the other's body. If you don't coordinate your movements just so, you'll end up going down the river backwards, or swirling around in circles, or dumping you, your partner and all of your precious possessions into the water.
Travel. This is a great activity when by yourself, but add a partner and suddenly one person's luggage is too big or too many and the other person has forgotten to pack basic necessities. You have to coordinate tickets and times and cope with fears and past psychological traumas. Sympathy would be a great quality to pop in about now, but sometimes it's seen running for the hills and is replaced with Frustration and Anger.
Pregnancy. WOOOOOO Buddy, is this a trial of marriage! The one cooking the bun in the oven displays weird physical ailments increasing the demands on the insemenator. Men who are used to being in charge are reduced to meager servants under the tyranny of an insane wench prone to fits of unexplainable tears. Communication and coordination fly out the window. Sympathy is useless. Knowing when to shut-the-fuck-up and keep your head down is best. Oh, and withdraw your hand quickly lest it become part of a midnight meatball sub that you just finagled out of a weary deli manager ten minutes earlier.
Honestly the "knowing when to shut-the-fuck-up and keep your head down" is how a lot of couples maneuver through most of their marriage.
Trouble in paradise, you ask? Not really. I've been contemplating "Tests of Marriage" for quite some time. It's a concept introduced to me many years ago. The person said there were five tests with wallpaper and canoe trips being two of those items. For the life of me I cannot remember what the other three are. I added moving, traveling and pregnancy as my own. I am now adding STARTING A NEW BUSINESS as another. I'm sure there are more, but these are the ones I've experienced. I learned a lot about myself in the process. I like to be in control and that handing the reigns over to someone else is very difficult. I like to share my ideas and get rather pouty when no one listens. I am frequently WRONG. Oh holy shit, I do not like being wrong and really do not like people pointing out my errors. Nor am I an overly sympathetic person.
I'm learning when to shut up and suck it up, but I'm also learning when to assert myself and stand strong. I'm learning that communication is not just me spewing my thoughts, but listening and learning from others. As a newlywed I'm learning more about my partner and how certain things he says throws me into a tizzy and how certain things I say throws him into a tizzy. We are learning what works and what doesn't. We're learning about our different approaches to work, rest, communication. We are compromising and coordinating. We are screaming and yelling and apologizing.
I didn't touch on money because that is a known source of tension in just about any partnership. It requires communication and patience and sympathy and coping with past psychological issues, just like all of the other tests of marriage require. What I'm looking for are those smaller events that make the meat of the relationship crystal clear.
What are other events that test your marriage?
Like moving. Packing all of your shit into a box and transporting to your new home, unpacking it and deciding where to put it. This is hard enough when it's just little ol you and your own crap, but add another person into the equation and their crap looks like garbage and they pack boxes like a neurotic chipmunk that you fantasize about conveniently forgetting their boxes at the curb for the trashman to collect. Compromise, collaboration and outright bribery are the coping mechanisms. Other people silently stew only to have it all erupt forty years later. Amazingly there are some couples that manage such a straining event in absolute harmony. THIS is a test of marriage. It shows your true self to your partner. How you come out on the other side says a lot for how the marriage works as a whole.
But there are other events that can show this as well.
Wallpapering. Yep, smearing goo on the back of long strips of paper and then attempt to stick said paper on the wall. It's a two person job requiring perfect communication and coordination of movements. Or one person doing all of the work and the other sulking while the strips get slapped onto the wall in a crisscross pattern that vaguely resembles the word ASSHOLE.
Canoeing. Another two person job requiring communication, but this time with one person staring at the back of the other's body. If you don't coordinate your movements just so, you'll end up going down the river backwards, or swirling around in circles, or dumping you, your partner and all of your precious possessions into the water.
Travel. This is a great activity when by yourself, but add a partner and suddenly one person's luggage is too big or too many and the other person has forgotten to pack basic necessities. You have to coordinate tickets and times and cope with fears and past psychological traumas. Sympathy would be a great quality to pop in about now, but sometimes it's seen running for the hills and is replaced with Frustration and Anger.
Pregnancy. WOOOOOO Buddy, is this a trial of marriage! The one cooking the bun in the oven displays weird physical ailments increasing the demands on the insemenator. Men who are used to being in charge are reduced to meager servants under the tyranny of an insane wench prone to fits of unexplainable tears. Communication and coordination fly out the window. Sympathy is useless. Knowing when to shut-the-fuck-up and keep your head down is best. Oh, and withdraw your hand quickly lest it become part of a midnight meatball sub that you just finagled out of a weary deli manager ten minutes earlier.
Honestly the "knowing when to shut-the-fuck-up and keep your head down" is how a lot of couples maneuver through most of their marriage.
Trouble in paradise, you ask? Not really. I've been contemplating "Tests of Marriage" for quite some time. It's a concept introduced to me many years ago. The person said there were five tests with wallpaper and canoe trips being two of those items. For the life of me I cannot remember what the other three are. I added moving, traveling and pregnancy as my own. I am now adding STARTING A NEW BUSINESS as another. I'm sure there are more, but these are the ones I've experienced. I learned a lot about myself in the process. I like to be in control and that handing the reigns over to someone else is very difficult. I like to share my ideas and get rather pouty when no one listens. I am frequently WRONG. Oh holy shit, I do not like being wrong and really do not like people pointing out my errors. Nor am I an overly sympathetic person.
I'm learning when to shut up and suck it up, but I'm also learning when to assert myself and stand strong. I'm learning that communication is not just me spewing my thoughts, but listening and learning from others. As a newlywed I'm learning more about my partner and how certain things he says throws me into a tizzy and how certain things I say throws him into a tizzy. We are learning what works and what doesn't. We're learning about our different approaches to work, rest, communication. We are compromising and coordinating. We are screaming and yelling and apologizing.
I didn't touch on money because that is a known source of tension in just about any partnership. It requires communication and patience and sympathy and coping with past psychological issues, just like all of the other tests of marriage require. What I'm looking for are those smaller events that make the meat of the relationship crystal clear.
What are other events that test your marriage?
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Marriage
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
I Feel The Need, The Need For... A Roadtrip
Bored (as all good adventures start) I drove to the jobsite of my friend Booty and hung out until she got off work. We decided to catch a movie, and what would two Tom Cruise fans (before he went weird) catch in the summer of 1986? Top Gun, of course.
When we walked out of the theater we were pumped up. We were ready for a night of fun. We were "in the need, the need for speed." NO! Not that stuff - action - flying - fast. Years later it would be a natural segue into a night of club hopping. But not this night. We were underage. So let's go... on a roadtrip. Let's visit Vicki! At midnight. And be home before either one of us has to be at work the next day.
Vicki lived in Kirksville, where I attended college, two hundred miles away. That is a four hour drive through desolate farmland in northern Missouri. And another four hours home.
In the dark
With no radio reception
Amazingly we had a fabulous time.
I led her to the path least taken, a tiny, twisty, two-lane Hwy 11. She roared with laughter as we came to a one lane bridge with a stop sign, forcing you to allow oncoming traffic the right of way. There were two, maybe three, of these bridges. Unfortunately our late night jaunt did not pass any Amish carts, they were wisely at home, tucked safely in bed. DARN!
We tee hee'd and giggled about the river and creek names - North Fork of this, then the Middle Fork, and then a long impossible to pronounce Indian name. We were being stupid and enjoying every minute of it.
Vicki, needless to say, was surprised to see us standing at her front door. She and I hadn't parted under the happiest of terms at the end of the semester (friends do not always make good roommates). She moved out of the dorm into an apartment before the semester was over, now with two goofy friends who roadtripped from St. Louis to see her. That patched things up between Vicki and I.
She was able to muster a few cans of beer while we laughed over the stupidity of driving to Kirksville for FUN! We didn't linger long, there was another four hours of driving to get back home.
We managed to pull in just before sunrise, dog tired. It was stupid, it didn't hurt anyone and we had a genuine blast - a typical night out.
When we walked out of the theater we were pumped up. We were ready for a night of fun. We were "in the need, the need for speed." NO! Not that stuff - action - flying - fast. Years later it would be a natural segue into a night of club hopping. But not this night. We were underage. So let's go... on a roadtrip. Let's visit Vicki! At midnight. And be home before either one of us has to be at work the next day.
Vicki lived in Kirksville, where I attended college, two hundred miles away. That is a four hour drive through desolate farmland in northern Missouri. And another four hours home.
In the dark
With no radio reception
Amazingly we had a fabulous time.
I led her to the path least taken, a tiny, twisty, two-lane Hwy 11. She roared with laughter as we came to a one lane bridge with a stop sign, forcing you to allow oncoming traffic the right of way. There were two, maybe three, of these bridges. Unfortunately our late night jaunt did not pass any Amish carts, they were wisely at home, tucked safely in bed. DARN!
We tee hee'd and giggled about the river and creek names - North Fork of this, then the Middle Fork, and then a long impossible to pronounce Indian name. We were being stupid and enjoying every minute of it.
Vicki, needless to say, was surprised to see us standing at her front door. She and I hadn't parted under the happiest of terms at the end of the semester (friends do not always make good roommates). She moved out of the dorm into an apartment before the semester was over, now with two goofy friends who roadtripped from St. Louis to see her. That patched things up between Vicki and I.
She was able to muster a few cans of beer while we laughed over the stupidity of driving to Kirksville for FUN! We didn't linger long, there was another four hours of driving to get back home.
We managed to pull in just before sunrise, dog tired. It was stupid, it didn't hurt anyone and we had a genuine blast - a typical night out.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Sunday In My City - April 11, 2010
Sunday today is being celebrated in my backyard. It was a beautiful day! We took the cover off the patio table and ate outside, but first...
a belated egg hunt...
Later, there was a wrestling match in my livingroom - ahhhh... the joy of having the children together.
a belated egg hunt...
Later, there was a wrestling match in my livingroom - ahhhh... the joy of having the children together.
Friday, April 09, 2010
Friday Fragments - Apr 9, 2010
*Are you sick of hearing the progress of our new business? Because I'm ready for the stupid thing to be up and running. In our original plan it was supposed to be this week and it looks like we have yet another two weeks to go. GAH! ...Week SIX of a new business: Our business license arrived a little unexpectedly, but that's a good thing. Plumbing done last week meant a flooded shop over the weekend and twice during the week. Finally a professional plumber was called in and after one hours work and a hefty rate, the problem was resolved. A friend who knows refrigeration is going to help us with the coolers and hopefully avoid the expensive pros - a shaky proposition after the plumbing fiasco. But we'll see. Yesterday he picked up the trailer. The logo was painted on it - kind of exciting after the headache of converting a piece of clipart into a vector file and other photoshop mumbo jumbo I don't understand, but through the grace of Google and online videos managed to produce - OMG I DREW THE LOGO AND THEY USED IT. I haven't seen the final product and will have to wait until tomorrow to do so. Job applications are slowly trickling in - this should be interesting.
*Next week at work is what I kindly refer to as Hell Week. It's the week before the big auction, our biggest fundraiser of the year. It's a little surreal as most of my duties from the past have been taken on by other people. I feel very uninvolved. BUT THAT'S OKAY. Plenty of other shit is landing on my desk and with all of the headache surrounding opening a new business I just don't have any more mental capacity and certainly no creative juices to put toward the auction. Things happen for a reason so if I am even a tiny bit sad that I'm not doing the catalog or compiling a powerpoint, I don't have the time to even wrap my mind around it.
*And things are gearing up big time around the OTHER auction, a fundraiser for a local food pantry, that my daughter is helping with. That I somehow got roped into helping and being on the committee. That's a few weeks away, fortunately, but I'm driving myself into the ground with all of this.
*Everyone around me is in dire need of a girls night out. Soon my sweets, soon. Let me get through the next four weeks... oh but there's a child's birthday, the big thirteen and the biggest child is graduating college - oh holy crap. So six weeks. I'm pretty sure the girls night out is happening before Amanda graduates. SHE is in dire need of a girls night out.
*I'm going to try to pull off Easter on this Sunday when I can get all of the kids together. I need to run to the store for one last thing, fortunately not Easter related. I hope I remember in eight hours.
*When it rains it pours. Welcome to April. Check out yesterdays post and see the torrential downpour I recorded from Wednesday. I'm behind the camera so you don't see me but I looked like a drowned rat. Metephorically, I FEEL like a drowned rat.
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Business,
Friday Fragments,
Fundraisers,
work
Thursday, April 08, 2010
Urban Waterfall
Yesterday I ran to Jack-in-the-Box for lunch with a co-worker. We decided to hang out and eat there.
BAD DECISION
It started to rain. I had heard rumors that it was predicted, but it was bright and sunny when I left for work and it was overcast by lunchtime. You just never know.
And then the skies opened up.
We ran to my car as fast as our slippery sandals could carry us. I drove back to work and the rain let up... right up until we got out of the car and then it was a torrential downpour. By the time I walked in the office I was dripping wet.
This was out the side door of our building... link in case this doesn't load
Ten minutes later it was sprinkling, an hour later the sun came out. By the time I drove home there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
BAD DECISION
It started to rain. I had heard rumors that it was predicted, but it was bright and sunny when I left for work and it was overcast by lunchtime. You just never know.
And then the skies opened up.
We ran to my car as fast as our slippery sandals could carry us. I drove back to work and the rain let up... right up until we got out of the car and then it was a torrential downpour. By the time I walked in the office I was dripping wet.
This was out the side door of our building... link in case this doesn't load
Ten minutes later it was sprinkling, an hour later the sun came out. By the time I drove home there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
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Weather
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Surprise Tulips
I looked out the back window yesterday and saw this!
In the past the bunnies have nibbled the tulips down to nubs so I'm very surprised to see any tulips let alone THREE. I'm kind of bummed that I didn't notice the bee until it buzzed off.
Then I wandered around the yard snapping pics of the violets.
Happy Spring!
In the past the bunnies have nibbled the tulips down to nubs so I'm very surprised to see any tulips let alone THREE. I'm kind of bummed that I didn't notice the bee until it buzzed off.
Then I wandered around the yard snapping pics of the violets.
Happy Spring!
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Flowers
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Lost Pots and Pans
So yesterday you read about how I found my current house and the one before it. Well today I will share how I managed to LOSE my freaking pots and pans in the move here.
I have an OCD streak - one that loves to organize things as evidenced in most of my cabinets and drawers. On top of that, I can pack shit like nobody's business. Toss all of the suitcases out on the lawn and I will make them fit in the trunk. People are amazed at my awesomeness (really).
But then there's that other set of initials, my pesky case of ADD, the one that gets distracted by shiny things and commercials and causes me to wander off and start re-alphabetizing the CD rack in the middle of dinner. So OF COURSE I lost my pots and pans in a move. It just means they're in a box mislabeled.
I turned the house upside down, well not literally and not very well figuratively as there were several boxes I didn't mess with. I learned how to pack from Martha Stewart herself. NO not the jailbird freak, my mother, and no, her name isn't Martha Stewart, but she does all that crazy crap the real Martha does and just as perfect. Me, not so much. My mother not only packs her boxes according to room and contents and has every single item listed ON the box but also keeps a ledger of each box and contents as each box has a unique identifying number ("it makes it easier when directing the movers where to put the boxes"). So my boxes are labeled more specifically than "kitchen" because I also add "GLASS" or "POTS AND PANS", but not as perfectly as my mom's with the exact description of each of the fourteen items.
I had the corningware and one saucepot. I could cook. I was managing, but the boxes were dwindling and I still could not find the pots and pans. These were treasures. I had a full set of Farberware pots and pans from my wedding in 1987 - none of which was on my registry and all of it from various guests. AND an awesome soup pot. I loved that thing - I used it all the time. GONE. The skillets GONE. I was ready to cry. Only one little pot was on the shelf - WHERE WERE THE REST?
Two of my friends were on the receiving end of the boxes as they arrived into the house and were trying to get the kitchen set up. I called them several times "are you SURE you don't remember the pots and pans?" No, they were busier drinking and recovering from a flat tire while trying to buy Hanna Montana tickets that morning. My pots and pans were not lodged anywhere in their memories. Nor did they understand my dismay - neither one cooks. The corningware and saucepot should be sufficient for any cooking, right? Why do I need all of those other ones - they don't fit in the microwave do they?
I remember sitting in the old kitchen in front of the pots and pans cabinet. I remember the box. I remember putting the pieces in there. Not all of them.
Crap. I must have packed only half of the cabinet!
I called the old landlord and got access to the house even though they assured me the cleaners had already swept through the entire property. It was weird walking through there, empty as the day I moved in. The cabinets were empty. All of them. Including the tiny one above the stove that housed my cookbooks. Suddenly I panic because I haven't started looking for my cookbooks and I really do not remember touching this particular cabinet and five of my magnets are still clinging to the hood. OH HOLY SHIT I LEFT MY STUFF IN THE HOUSE!!!!! Even WORSE than losing my treasured pots and pans are all of my cookbooks.
Hyperventellating
Extreme sadness
VERGE OF TEARS sad
I walk into the garage - no clue why I ventured in there. On the shelf are five cookbooks. MY FUCKING COOKBOOKS. Not all of them. No, the good ones were gone, but I snatch up my remaining books and locked up the house.
I spent the next few weeks scouring the internet trying to find the various pieces I lost. This was going to be expensive. And I was still very broke. They were going on my Christmas list with my mom.
THEN, one day, I was going to cook something that needed to be broiled. The broiler.
THE BROILER.
This is an electric oven. That is NOT a broiler drawer on the bottom... IT'S A REAL DRAWER FOR POTS AND PANS!
Right where my drunk friends stored them.
I have an OCD streak - one that loves to organize things as evidenced in most of my cabinets and drawers. On top of that, I can pack shit like nobody's business. Toss all of the suitcases out on the lawn and I will make them fit in the trunk. People are amazed at my awesomeness (really).
But then there's that other set of initials, my pesky case of ADD, the one that gets distracted by shiny things and commercials and causes me to wander off and start re-alphabetizing the CD rack in the middle of dinner. So OF COURSE I lost my pots and pans in a move. It just means they're in a box mislabeled.
I turned the house upside down, well not literally and not very well figuratively as there were several boxes I didn't mess with. I learned how to pack from Martha Stewart herself. NO not the jailbird freak, my mother, and no, her name isn't Martha Stewart, but she does all that crazy crap the real Martha does and just as perfect. Me, not so much. My mother not only packs her boxes according to room and contents and has every single item listed ON the box but also keeps a ledger of each box and contents as each box has a unique identifying number ("it makes it easier when directing the movers where to put the boxes"). So my boxes are labeled more specifically than "kitchen" because I also add "GLASS" or "POTS AND PANS", but not as perfectly as my mom's with the exact description of each of the fourteen items.
I had the corningware and one saucepot. I could cook. I was managing, but the boxes were dwindling and I still could not find the pots and pans. These were treasures. I had a full set of Farberware pots and pans from my wedding in 1987 - none of which was on my registry and all of it from various guests. AND an awesome soup pot. I loved that thing - I used it all the time. GONE. The skillets GONE. I was ready to cry. Only one little pot was on the shelf - WHERE WERE THE REST?
Two of my friends were on the receiving end of the boxes as they arrived into the house and were trying to get the kitchen set up. I called them several times "are you SURE you don't remember the pots and pans?" No, they were busier drinking and recovering from a flat tire while trying to buy Hanna Montana tickets that morning. My pots and pans were not lodged anywhere in their memories. Nor did they understand my dismay - neither one cooks. The corningware and saucepot should be sufficient for any cooking, right? Why do I need all of those other ones - they don't fit in the microwave do they?
I remember sitting in the old kitchen in front of the pots and pans cabinet. I remember the box. I remember putting the pieces in there. Not all of them.
Crap. I must have packed only half of the cabinet!
I called the old landlord and got access to the house even though they assured me the cleaners had already swept through the entire property. It was weird walking through there, empty as the day I moved in. The cabinets were empty. All of them. Including the tiny one above the stove that housed my cookbooks. Suddenly I panic because I haven't started looking for my cookbooks and I really do not remember touching this particular cabinet and five of my magnets are still clinging to the hood. OH HOLY SHIT I LEFT MY STUFF IN THE HOUSE!!!!! Even WORSE than losing my treasured pots and pans are all of my cookbooks.
Hyperventellating
Extreme sadness
VERGE OF TEARS sad
I walk into the garage - no clue why I ventured in there. On the shelf are five cookbooks. MY FUCKING COOKBOOKS. Not all of them. No, the good ones were gone, but I snatch up my remaining books and locked up the house.
I spent the next few weeks scouring the internet trying to find the various pieces I lost. This was going to be expensive. And I was still very broke. They were going on my Christmas list with my mom.
THEN, one day, I was going to cook something that needed to be broiled. The broiler.
THE BROILER.
This is an electric oven. That is NOT a broiler drawer on the bottom... IT'S A REAL DRAWER FOR POTS AND PANS!
Right where my drunk friends stored them.
Monday, April 05, 2010
Perfect Timing
I keep my religion rather low-key, but if you ever wonder, I do believe. Go ahead and call it coincidence or serendipity, but I believe it to always be a higher power. The timing is always perfect, usually just under the wire.
Twice this has happened to me when looking for a new home.
The first time I was a divorcee and had to be out of the house by the end of March. No if's and's or but's, no more extensions. I had just enough stashed away for first and last for deposit. I was specific - I wanted four bedrooms and two bathrooms. Of course, I wasn't too picky. If I had to squeeze us into a two bedroom, one bath like I was moving out of, well I would snatch it up. But a safe neighborhood was preferable. Some place close enough that I could keep the older kids at the same school would be ideal.
I spent my lunch hour and after work scouring neighborhoods. I toured a few houses, but my credit application was never approved. It was getting close. I had back up plans - a friend had space, but she lived over an hour away, but it was a place.
One day at lunch, just five houses away was a FOR RENT sign. It wasn't there that morning. I practically left skid marks stopping in the middle of the street to scribble down the number. I rushed home, called the owner, and arranged to meet after work.
The first step in the house and it felt RIGHT. It was four bedrooms, two baths, one level so no lugging laundry to a basement (another beef), walking distance to both an elementary and the high school, and in my price range. It was a little higher than I was wanting, but not outrageous. I plead my sorry story being a divorcee with ruined credit and they took pity on me. My deposit was paid the next day and contract signed.
I saw it on Tuesday and moved in on Saturday. It was a happy home and it was what I needed when I most needed it.
The following house, THIS house, was quite similar. I didn't HAVE to move, but wanted to get closer to work (new job). Again I spent lunch hours and after work driving through neighborhoods. It was the end of July and I figured if I couldn't find anything by the 31st that I would sign another year lease where I was. School was starting in just a few weeks. On the 29th I saw an ad on Craigslist just blocks away from the office, they never did get the FOR RENT sign up. I checked it out and it was perfect - a two bedroom, one bath - exactly the size me and my fifth grader needed. The older kids had graduated high school and moved out. This house had enough space that if either (or both) kids needed to come home I could accommodate them. The price was right, the location was perfect. In ten days I was moved in.
It just happens. It's right and you feel it in your bones. Somebody on another blog asked about going with a gut feeling, THIS is going with your gut. Both houses came out of nowhere at the very end of my timeline. My friends nearly had heart attacks waiting for me to find a place. My gut, my faith, said stick it out and I did. The payoff was tremendous.
Twice this has happened to me when looking for a new home.
The first time I was a divorcee and had to be out of the house by the end of March. No if's and's or but's, no more extensions. I had just enough stashed away for first and last for deposit. I was specific - I wanted four bedrooms and two bathrooms. Of course, I wasn't too picky. If I had to squeeze us into a two bedroom, one bath like I was moving out of, well I would snatch it up. But a safe neighborhood was preferable. Some place close enough that I could keep the older kids at the same school would be ideal.
I spent my lunch hour and after work scouring neighborhoods. I toured a few houses, but my credit application was never approved. It was getting close. I had back up plans - a friend had space, but she lived over an hour away, but it was a place.
One day at lunch, just five houses away was a FOR RENT sign. It wasn't there that morning. I practically left skid marks stopping in the middle of the street to scribble down the number. I rushed home, called the owner, and arranged to meet after work.
The first step in the house and it felt RIGHT. It was four bedrooms, two baths, one level so no lugging laundry to a basement (another beef), walking distance to both an elementary and the high school, and in my price range. It was a little higher than I was wanting, but not outrageous. I plead my sorry story being a divorcee with ruined credit and they took pity on me. My deposit was paid the next day and contract signed.
I saw it on Tuesday and moved in on Saturday. It was a happy home and it was what I needed when I most needed it.
The following house, THIS house, was quite similar. I didn't HAVE to move, but wanted to get closer to work (new job). Again I spent lunch hours and after work driving through neighborhoods. It was the end of July and I figured if I couldn't find anything by the 31st that I would sign another year lease where I was. School was starting in just a few weeks. On the 29th I saw an ad on Craigslist just blocks away from the office, they never did get the FOR RENT sign up. I checked it out and it was perfect - a two bedroom, one bath - exactly the size me and my fifth grader needed. The older kids had graduated high school and moved out. This house had enough space that if either (or both) kids needed to come home I could accommodate them. The price was right, the location was perfect. In ten days I was moved in.
It just happens. It's right and you feel it in your bones. Somebody on another blog asked about going with a gut feeling, THIS is going with your gut. Both houses came out of nowhere at the very end of my timeline. My friends nearly had heart attacks waiting for me to find a place. My gut, my faith, said stick it out and I did. The payoff was tremendous.
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Faith
Sunday, April 04, 2010
Easter Soooo Long Ago
Easter 1989 - pregnant in an awful tent-dress my mother made with a matching dress, but much cuter, on my one year old.
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Easter
Saturday, April 03, 2010
Why 25 Sucks
Age 25 was a hard year for me. And as I talk to other people I find they agree.
When you turn 10 you're in double digits
When you turn 13 you're a teenager
When you turn 16 you can drive
When you turn 18 you can vote/join the military/be an adult/tell your parents to fuck off (well if you're waiting to turn 18 for that then maybe you really don't need to say it so bad)
When you turn 21 you can drink legally (don't screw up the day by being pregnant - experience speaking here)
And then what?
30? Is anyone excited about 30? No. After 21, there is nothing exciting, no major milestone to look forward to. It's a major let down. So you and everyone you know is graduating college, starting full-time jobs, getting married, having babies, buying new houses and bam. Whether or not you're achieving all of these things you're getting settled into the adult world and starting to realize that it's not really all that much fun. And still nothing to look forward to and people yelling at you and setting weird deadlines for shit and bills needing to be paid and working for an asshole boss?
There are milestones to look forward to, but they aren't etched in stone. I mean unless you croak, you're going to have a 16th birthday. Nobody may celebrate it, but it's going to happen. After 21 the only thing that happens is that you get another year older and then another year. The milestones are no longer your age but "life events". And the "life events" that happen to me are not necessarily the "life events" that happen to you and they don't happen according in any specific order or on any special timeline.
25 is when adulthood takes hold. It's when you realize you are not going to be conquering the world, just surviving it. It's when reality kicks you hard in the ass and shows you that you are just a baby in the grand scheme of things, you don't know shit, you are on the bottom rung of the ladder, now get back to work.
25 is when I saw all of my plans and hopes for the future were just childish dreams - and for somebody like me to say something like that, well it's bad. I remember sitting at the kitchen table and silently declaring to myself that THIS was rock bottom, it can only go up from here. I've had shittier things happen to me since, deeper depression roll over me, declared bankruptcy, got a divorce and still, that 25 year is what I consider my rock bottom.
I've started looking forward to "0" years.
When you turn 10 you're in double digits
When you turn 13 you're a teenager
When you turn 16 you can drive
When you turn 18 you can vote/join the military/be an adult/tell your parents to fuck off (well if you're waiting to turn 18 for that then maybe you really don't need to say it so bad)
When you turn 21 you can drink legally (don't screw up the day by being pregnant - experience speaking here)
And then what?
30? Is anyone excited about 30? No. After 21, there is nothing exciting, no major milestone to look forward to. It's a major let down. So you and everyone you know is graduating college, starting full-time jobs, getting married, having babies, buying new houses and bam. Whether or not you're achieving all of these things you're getting settled into the adult world and starting to realize that it's not really all that much fun. And still nothing to look forward to and people yelling at you and setting weird deadlines for shit and bills needing to be paid and working for an asshole boss?
There are milestones to look forward to, but they aren't etched in stone. I mean unless you croak, you're going to have a 16th birthday. Nobody may celebrate it, but it's going to happen. After 21 the only thing that happens is that you get another year older and then another year. The milestones are no longer your age but "life events". And the "life events" that happen to me are not necessarily the "life events" that happen to you and they don't happen according in any specific order or on any special timeline.
25 is when adulthood takes hold. It's when you realize you are not going to be conquering the world, just surviving it. It's when reality kicks you hard in the ass and shows you that you are just a baby in the grand scheme of things, you don't know shit, you are on the bottom rung of the ladder, now get back to work.
25 is when I saw all of my plans and hopes for the future were just childish dreams - and for somebody like me to say something like that, well it's bad. I remember sitting at the kitchen table and silently declaring to myself that THIS was rock bottom, it can only go up from here. I've had shittier things happen to me since, deeper depression roll over me, declared bankruptcy, got a divorce and still, that 25 year is what I consider my rock bottom.
I've started looking forward to "0" years.
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Friday, April 02, 2010
Friday Fragments - Apr 2, 2010
*Week Five of a new business - Business cards are in and people are raving about them (thank you very much). The website, no longer the greatest monstrosity of the interwebs, is up and running. It's still not great, but no longer horrible. The walk-in cooler was the last large piece of equipment to arrive, but it arrived only after multiple phone calls with the trucking company that kept insisting it was scheduled to be delivered NEXT WEEK. Totally unacceptable. But now it's arrived and assembled. We're deep in the trenches of getting the truck and the shop ready to go. There are many nights of a tired and grumpy Husband and another week ahead of the same.
*Grandma was rushed to the ER on Tuesday. Her potatsium levels were too high. A review of her meds and an adjustment here and there, and she was released five hours later.
*Apparently I am completely unable to dress myself. After I came home yesterday I realized that my pants had been unzipped all afternoon and then I noticed that the tank under my blouse was on BACKWARDS. That certainly explained by I could never get it to pull up over my boobs properly. *sigh*
*Piranha and I had a fun email exchange earlier this week reminiscent of passing notes in high school. In fact we invoked a few names we haven't mentioned for many many years.
*THEN in the same email exchange I had a minor meltdown. She asked what are we going to do on our 45th? After a quick calculation of my current age because I can no longer remember (43), then how old I will be at my upcoming birthday (44) and HOLY CRAP I AM TURNING FORTY FIVE NEXT YEAR! This is the first time I have flipped out over my age. It's like half way to fifty (don't ask, my math methods are fucked up and I realize that 25 if halfway to 50 but 25 was the worst year of my life so we totally ignore 25. I'm talking about the halfway point between 40 and 50. Fortyfive. PANIC). It's not like I'm scared of 50, it's just barreling up on me awfully fast. I want to savor my 40's. These have been good years especially since my 30's sucked ass. Fortyfive. Next year. HOLY SHIT!
But it's all good. My meltdown is over and I've got a year and four months to start to embrace it. We are contemplating a trip to New York to celebrate our birthdays - June 22, July 28, August 22 (yes, I am the oddball of the trio and that can be said about a lot of things). But our girls weekend to New York might be invaded by the husbands which makes it a totally different type of trip, probably too expensive and thus NOT a trip to New York but something we've already done like Chicago or Memphis or Kansas City. And that's less exciting. I don't know, we have time to figure this out.
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Thursday, April 01, 2010
April 1, 2010
Oh how I adore a good joke. A healthy one, one that makes you laugh. Jokes that make people cry, cringe, or destroy things are bad. Yes, there are rules to being a jokester - be funny, not an ass.
Fortunately, the girls in my office understand these rules. And I'm waiting. Yes, there will be retribution. As in I set up a joke before I left work yesterday, two actually. There is an ongoing war between me and Bertha Faylene (a name she picked) - I do something to her and wait for her to dish it back. This has been going on for several years.
What did I do this time? I took all of the plates, cups and bowls from the kitchen and stacked them up, not neatly of course, all around her cubicle.
AND THEN - I put all of the office plants in the cubicle of one of the newest employees. I've done this one before, three times to be exact, and it never fails to amuse.
Now I have to wait for their reaction... and revenge.
Fortunately, the girls in my office understand these rules. And I'm waiting. Yes, there will be retribution. As in I set up a joke before I left work yesterday, two actually. There is an ongoing war between me and Bertha Faylene (a name she picked) - I do something to her and wait for her to dish it back. This has been going on for several years.
What did I do this time? I took all of the plates, cups and bowls from the kitchen and stacked them up, not neatly of course, all around her cubicle.
AND THEN - I put all of the office plants in the cubicle of one of the newest employees. I've done this one before, three times to be exact, and it never fails to amuse.
Now I have to wait for their reaction... and revenge.
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