Since I last wrote? I have no idea. MY head is in a whirl right now, so let's see if I can gather my thoughts and sound, at least, semi-literate.
My New Year's Resolution is not to make a resolution. Why? Because I know that, even while my intentions are good, my follow through stinks. Take the mess in the bedroom with everything topsy turvey because of storing the Christmas presents there. I haven't even unpacked all of my winter clothes yet. At the rate I'm going, I shouldn't even bother because it will be summer again before I know it.
There is a possibility of Josh getting a job at the airport. He's been out of work forever since the carpeting business dried up. It's a state job with benefits and while not glamorous (floors and carpets) it is $15.50 to start. He'll love having money in his pocket again.
Casey left his Shred-It job for an IT job that pay nearly twice what Shred-It did and he's already been given more responsibilties with a chance of a very good promotion. He even has a guy working under him now.
Casey is also looking for his first house to buy, now that he can afford more than $100,000. He's skipped the past couple of weeks looking because he got a tattoo on his calf that led to an infection that led to a swollen leg that led to an MRI that told him there was fluid around the tattoo and would clear up with anti biotics. This is after the infected rash on his stomach and a brown recluse spider bite on the other calf earlier.
The puppies , tho I suppose I can't call them that for much longer, are healthy and full of spit and vinegar. Charlie reminds me of a lion with that same soft pawed walk that male lions adopt as they swagger about being the lord of the pride. Kali is Kali. She loves to run and jump and run and cannot believe he luck in a house with not only people but another dog and a yard and BONES! My how the girl loves her bones.
And me, well, I miss Rooco the Wonder Dog and Little Dog Ollie so much that it hurts to breathe at times. Yes, I love the puppies but they aren't given to cuddles. They are much to busy to listen to my woes or to have a hug or two, though sometimes I can convince Kali to give me a hug. I've never mourned like this before and hope to never again. It's an unending grief that sits heavy upon me.
I still craft tho I can't remember the last time I picked up a rubber stamp. I'm doing glue books now, like an art journal without the journaling part and polymer clay people. I've made enough polymer clay people to populate a small town. I have no idea what I am going to do with them all and always hesitate to give them away for fear that someone will consider it a crap gift and be hurt.
Yes, I know, my self confidence abounds.
I'll be 60 next week. I have no idea how that happened and I'm beginning to suspect that that old lady I see in my mirror is, after all, me! And since I've broken some of my front teeth, I've taken on a hag like appearance which makes me hesitate speaking to anyone for fear that my teeth will show.
I just keep plugging along and maybe if I write more, I'll get used to it more and I won't have to fish for things to say.
Well, that's it from this side of the sand box. I think I need some Oddz Bodkinz in my life.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Monday, November 21, 2011
Eat till you burst
We have a 22 pound turkey, a 12 pound ham, and Josh is making a lasagne. There will be all the fixings and pie for desert an already I am stuffed just thinking about it. The turkey will be done in the electric roaster and not in a paper bag like my mother insisted was the only way to cook a turkey. Remember that fiasco where my sister served bloody turkey because she swore that once the skin was brown the turkey was done. That will forever be known as the Thanksgivingof the salad. Salad was my contribution to the meal and that was all we ate. To this day, moist chicken gives me the heebie jeebies reminding me of oozing pink turkey.
We all know that one sock goes missing phenomenom. But can anyone explain how come I have 15 lids to serving dishes and two serving dishes that DON'T MATCH THE LIDS! I buy the lidded dishes in the local not Dollar Tree dollar store so that left overs can go in the fridge in their bowls. I have all of these lids but the bowls are AWOL. Even with the sons checking their rooms and all my searching, I haven't been able to find the bowls. I could see the lids going missing as with almost all of my containers but the bowls. So I bought 9 at the dollar store and I think I will find aplace to hide them until Christmas but knowing me, I'll forget that place.
I even bought additional silverware to use and heavy duty glass mugs for drinks. It's only the four of us and whoever else just shows up, so I consider us set.
But now the important decision.... do I want to go out for lunch today or eat in? Decisions, decisions, decisions.
Breathe breathe breathe, just one damned thing after another.
We all know that one sock goes missing phenomenom. But can anyone explain how come I have 15 lids to serving dishes and two serving dishes that DON'T MATCH THE LIDS! I buy the lidded dishes in the local not Dollar Tree dollar store so that left overs can go in the fridge in their bowls. I have all of these lids but the bowls are AWOL. Even with the sons checking their rooms and all my searching, I haven't been able to find the bowls. I could see the lids going missing as with almost all of my containers but the bowls. So I bought 9 at the dollar store and I think I will find aplace to hide them until Christmas but knowing me, I'll forget that place.
I even bought additional silverware to use and heavy duty glass mugs for drinks. It's only the four of us and whoever else just shows up, so I consider us set.
But now the important decision.... do I want to go out for lunch today or eat in? Decisions, decisions, decisions.
Breathe breathe breathe, just one damned thing after another.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Hannibal, Tepish, Schicklegruber
What I miss about not working at the library is the occasional intelligent conversation that could be had. All in all, people who work in a library really are everyday people with everyday conversations but sometimes you find that gem whose brains seems to be firing the same synopsis as yours. I had that with two people in all the years working there. People who could connect the dots and the two of you would laugh your pants off or just shake your head over something while others around you looked at you as if you had lost your mind.
And then.... duh!... I realised I've had it all along with my older son. For instance... he was watching a rerun of a newer Simpsons where Montgomery Burns has to write out his full name: Montgomer Hannibal Tepish Schicklegruber Burns. Josh comes running upstairs to tell me this and we are laughing our butts off. Now before you run a google the names, I'll save you the journey. Hannibal is Hannibal, Tepish is the last name of Vlad Tepish or Vlad the Impaler whom Bram Stoker fashioned his vampire Dracula after. Good old Vlad was so bad they couldn't even come up with a word for it. Not only did he impale people but he was known to nail mens' hats to their heads.
But Schicklegruber you say who in the heck is this Schicklegruber guy and howcome we've never heard of him. Oh you have heard of him but only in his other name. He changed if from Schicklegruber I suppose because Heil Shicklegruber doesn't have the same ring as Heil Hitler.
Yes, obscure useless bits of facts that few would appreciate.
Then there are the doozies of mis speech where we are told that electricity was invented and that in 1975 DNA wasn't discovered yet. Right. I learned about DNA in biology class in 1968 and electriucity could have been discovered or harnessed but not invented. And these are shows like Nat Geo or the History or the Discovery Channel. If the Simpson can get Schicklegrueber right why can't the other channels have some kind of proof readers or whatever you would call the people who would check for such inaccuracies?
The SImpsons.... go figure.
And then.... duh!... I realised I've had it all along with my older son. For instance... he was watching a rerun of a newer Simpsons where Montgomery Burns has to write out his full name: Montgomer Hannibal Tepish Schicklegruber Burns. Josh comes running upstairs to tell me this and we are laughing our butts off. Now before you run a google the names, I'll save you the journey. Hannibal is Hannibal, Tepish is the last name of Vlad Tepish or Vlad the Impaler whom Bram Stoker fashioned his vampire Dracula after. Good old Vlad was so bad they couldn't even come up with a word for it. Not only did he impale people but he was known to nail mens' hats to their heads.
But Schicklegruber you say who in the heck is this Schicklegruber guy and howcome we've never heard of him. Oh you have heard of him but only in his other name. He changed if from Schicklegruber I suppose because Heil Shicklegruber doesn't have the same ring as Heil Hitler.
Yes, obscure useless bits of facts that few would appreciate.
Then there are the doozies of mis speech where we are told that electricity was invented and that in 1975 DNA wasn't discovered yet. Right. I learned about DNA in biology class in 1968 and electriucity could have been discovered or harnessed but not invented. And these are shows like Nat Geo or the History or the Discovery Channel. If the Simpson can get Schicklegrueber right why can't the other channels have some kind of proof readers or whatever you would call the people who would check for such inaccuracies?
The SImpsons.... go figure.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Huh? Wha!!
I was watching the National Geographic Channel on Saturday. First up was the hunt for the Boston Strangler where it was said that he was America's first serial killer. Date 1967. Huh? Wha? I watched it and left the channel on. Next up was Murder in the White City about H.H. Holmes who built a murder mansion and killed 27 people (at least) during the Columbian Exposition in Chicago in 1893. Huh? Wha! Does 27 people not make a serial killing? And then, and then came Jack the Ripper 1888. Yes JAck was in London HOWEVER according to the show, the reason he stopped killing in London was because he was a german sailor who shipped out to New York where he killed two women and maybe more. Huh? Wha?
So... the question is, how is Albert DiSalvo the Boston strangler America's FIRST serial killer? Only to have that disproved with the next show and the next. I'm not even talking about Ed Gein or Belle Guiness and all the others that came before them. I'm just talking one show after the other.
It't the same with the ghost shows. I can't begin to tell you how many houses are the MOST HAUNTED in America. Doesn't most mean most? Isn't anyone at the networks paying attention or do they think we are all idiots and we won't notice ? Well yooo hooo Nat Geo I NOTICED>
Whew. There. I feel better.
the husband and I got our subpoenas for the bank robbery we were witness, sort of, to. All I can testify is that I got the license number and I was the one who told the cops afterwards that the bad guys threw away money as they were running up the alley. Can't think of what more they cold ask so my testimony should be short. The husband however is another matter and I suspect that they will have a hard time reigning him in to tell what happened and not go back tot he beginning or the world and work his way forward. I am hoping that they will ask me why I followed the guys. I have that all figured out. I'll simply tell them that unless I was to throw myself out of the car as we went around a corner I was going along for the ride. I'm hoping for a chuckle at least. Yes, I will be a good girl and will answer without embellishing. December 8 at 9am which means the Beltway at rush hour....yuck.
It's been a year since we learned that we would be losing Rocco the Wonder Dog too early. Yes I have two dogs now, Charlie and Kali but they are not my Rocco or my Ollie. Charlie and Kali aren't big on hugs and cuddling and my arms feel so empty. Charlie was a cuddler until we got Kali and now she fills that void for him. I don't blame him or her, I just wish I had someone to cuddle.
I may be getting a job teaching crafts at a local senior center. I may have been guided by the winged things and the double digits to head toward that despite the fact that I have no confidence that I can do that job and do it well. I'm guessing the angels know better than me and so I will trust them, again.
We are innundated with Christmas already. It started before Halloween. I'm not ready for Christmas, I don't want Christmas. When I think of Christmas, I think of a dying dog and what I lost when he went. There is one positive point tho, I don't work in a place where the &@^ Christmas music is piped in constantly. That really could drive someone insane. And even with saying that, I am making polymer clay owls to go into the little bird cages from Michaels to hang on my tree along with chinese tassles and polymer clay covered ornaments. I bought those small birdcages so I suppose I should use them.
That's it for today. I'm wondering if I should try blogging more often or am I just opening myself up to defeat. I'll have to think hard about that one.
So... the question is, how is Albert DiSalvo the Boston strangler America's FIRST serial killer? Only to have that disproved with the next show and the next. I'm not even talking about Ed Gein or Belle Guiness and all the others that came before them. I'm just talking one show after the other.
It't the same with the ghost shows. I can't begin to tell you how many houses are the MOST HAUNTED in America. Doesn't most mean most? Isn't anyone at the networks paying attention or do they think we are all idiots and we won't notice ? Well yooo hooo Nat Geo I NOTICED>
Whew. There. I feel better.
the husband and I got our subpoenas for the bank robbery we were witness, sort of, to. All I can testify is that I got the license number and I was the one who told the cops afterwards that the bad guys threw away money as they were running up the alley. Can't think of what more they cold ask so my testimony should be short. The husband however is another matter and I suspect that they will have a hard time reigning him in to tell what happened and not go back tot he beginning or the world and work his way forward. I am hoping that they will ask me why I followed the guys. I have that all figured out. I'll simply tell them that unless I was to throw myself out of the car as we went around a corner I was going along for the ride. I'm hoping for a chuckle at least. Yes, I will be a good girl and will answer without embellishing. December 8 at 9am which means the Beltway at rush hour....yuck.
It's been a year since we learned that we would be losing Rocco the Wonder Dog too early. Yes I have two dogs now, Charlie and Kali but they are not my Rocco or my Ollie. Charlie and Kali aren't big on hugs and cuddling and my arms feel so empty. Charlie was a cuddler until we got Kali and now she fills that void for him. I don't blame him or her, I just wish I had someone to cuddle.
I may be getting a job teaching crafts at a local senior center. I may have been guided by the winged things and the double digits to head toward that despite the fact that I have no confidence that I can do that job and do it well. I'm guessing the angels know better than me and so I will trust them, again.
We are innundated with Christmas already. It started before Halloween. I'm not ready for Christmas, I don't want Christmas. When I think of Christmas, I think of a dying dog and what I lost when he went. There is one positive point tho, I don't work in a place where the &@^ Christmas music is piped in constantly. That really could drive someone insane. And even with saying that, I am making polymer clay owls to go into the little bird cages from Michaels to hang on my tree along with chinese tassles and polymer clay covered ornaments. I bought those small birdcages so I suppose I should use them.
That's it for today. I'm wondering if I should try blogging more often or am I just opening myself up to defeat. I'll have to think hard about that one.
Monday, October 31, 2011
An answer... of sorts
An online friend of mine took pity on me and gave me the name and number of another friend of hers who is a psychic. So I called the psychic and told her my woes about the double digits and the winged things and about the nasty replies I got when I posted my questions on the ghost list I joined.
Whew.
This is what she said.
I am NOT paranoid. I do NOT need to see a therapist. (at least for this stuff. She didn't say that, I did) There is no such thing as coincidences and what I'm seeing doesn't necessarily mean that someone, animal or not, is going to die. She did suggest that when these things happen to sit still for a moment and see what pops into my head. If nothing pops then make a note of what happened and see what comes after. The numbers and the winged things is the Cosmos , for lack of a better name, trying to give me a heads up and to pay attention. The Cosmos is just trying to tell me something. She also suggested a book called Animals Speak that would tell me what the sighting of different animals, insects and the like might mean.
Over the weekend 2:22 popped up twice, one day after the other. I did sit and think but I think I was thinking too hard because nothing came to me. After the first 2:22 I did have an opportunity to do a random act of kindness to someone but nothing revealed itself after the second 2:22. Of course I didn 't leave the house all weekend so who know what I may have missed.
This has really relieved my mind. I don't want to go through what I did earlier this year losing animals right and left. Even our ancient cat Frankie died in her sleep but we knew that was coming and I handled it well. Still al the deaths and the support I didn't get at home has broken me in ways I'm still discovering. Yes, I know I shouldn't get so attached to those who love me and who I love in return. Yes, I know they were just animals, I have been told that often enough but as bad as it was to lose them it was even worse to watch them decline and horrible to be the one to finally say it was time for the last trip to the vet or to watch Patty slowly die, on my own, all of her care left up to me. And I have been having my heart trampled upon by one son who can't even bring himself to say hello to me when we pass in the house. He answers if I say hello first but that's about it.
So.... you can see why I am relieved that my numbers etc are not necesarily bad news and I am curious as to what it is trying to tell me.
No more sightings of my apparition. I did tell him that if he wants to stay he's welcome but if he wants to go but is afraid that he is to go, it will all be well and he deserves his rest. As we all do. Happy Halloween
Whew.
This is what she said.
I am NOT paranoid. I do NOT need to see a therapist. (at least for this stuff. She didn't say that, I did) There is no such thing as coincidences and what I'm seeing doesn't necessarily mean that someone, animal or not, is going to die. She did suggest that when these things happen to sit still for a moment and see what pops into my head. If nothing pops then make a note of what happened and see what comes after. The numbers and the winged things is the Cosmos , for lack of a better name, trying to give me a heads up and to pay attention. The Cosmos is just trying to tell me something. She also suggested a book called Animals Speak that would tell me what the sighting of different animals, insects and the like might mean.
Over the weekend 2:22 popped up twice, one day after the other. I did sit and think but I think I was thinking too hard because nothing came to me. After the first 2:22 I did have an opportunity to do a random act of kindness to someone but nothing revealed itself after the second 2:22. Of course I didn 't leave the house all weekend so who know what I may have missed.
This has really relieved my mind. I don't want to go through what I did earlier this year losing animals right and left. Even our ancient cat Frankie died in her sleep but we knew that was coming and I handled it well. Still al the deaths and the support I didn't get at home has broken me in ways I'm still discovering. Yes, I know I shouldn't get so attached to those who love me and who I love in return. Yes, I know they were just animals, I have been told that often enough but as bad as it was to lose them it was even worse to watch them decline and horrible to be the one to finally say it was time for the last trip to the vet or to watch Patty slowly die, on my own, all of her care left up to me. And I have been having my heart trampled upon by one son who can't even bring himself to say hello to me when we pass in the house. He answers if I say hello first but that's about it.
So.... you can see why I am relieved that my numbers etc are not necesarily bad news and I am curious as to what it is trying to tell me.
No more sightings of my apparition. I did tell him that if he wants to stay he's welcome but if he wants to go but is afraid that he is to go, it will all be well and he deserves his rest. As we all do. Happy Halloween
Monday, October 24, 2011
And so it continues
Yep... the double digit numbers again, 11:11, 3:33 and the like, not to mention winged things, why IS that bird perched on the window sill looking at me, not to mention the sparrow who sits in the hanging planter, by the kitchen door, at home and chirps at me. tapping the window doesn't make either fly off. It's like they want to tell me something. Only I don't speak bird.
Then to mess with my head a little bit more, there I was merrily driving to a thrift store singing aloud, no radio, and half way through Amazing grace I find myself at a stop light and who pulls up beside me but Amazing Grace Landscaping! I always sing Amazing grace in the car so it's not like I saw the truck earlier and it gave me an idea.
I know this must all mean something. I've whined about it before. I just don't understand what it means, or is it that I must DO something only I don't know what. I hate not knowing.
Maybe it means I should just take myself to bed before it's 11:11 or 3:33 am. Maybe it's the cosmos' way of telling me I need more sleep.
I'm just praying that it doesn't lead up to what the last sightings lead up to, me losing both of my dogs, nearly losing one puppy and losing a second. I would lose my mind, quite frankly.
I have also decided that when I die, I'm going to animal heaven over thatg rainbow bridge. I doubt that the animals would mine. I;ve always liked animals better than people and there's a certain someone I would like to avoid in people heaven. Seems the perfect solution.
Back to data entry. I swear doing it drops my iq by tens of points. Some days I think it's in the negative numbers.
Then to mess with my head a little bit more, there I was merrily driving to a thrift store singing aloud, no radio, and half way through Amazing grace I find myself at a stop light and who pulls up beside me but Amazing Grace Landscaping! I always sing Amazing grace in the car so it's not like I saw the truck earlier and it gave me an idea.
I know this must all mean something. I've whined about it before. I just don't understand what it means, or is it that I must DO something only I don't know what. I hate not knowing.
Maybe it means I should just take myself to bed before it's 11:11 or 3:33 am. Maybe it's the cosmos' way of telling me I need more sleep.
I'm just praying that it doesn't lead up to what the last sightings lead up to, me losing both of my dogs, nearly losing one puppy and losing a second. I would lose my mind, quite frankly.
I have also decided that when I die, I'm going to animal heaven over thatg rainbow bridge. I doubt that the animals would mine. I;ve always liked animals better than people and there's a certain someone I would like to avoid in people heaven. Seems the perfect solution.
Back to data entry. I swear doing it drops my iq by tens of points. Some days I think it's in the negative numbers.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
JEGGINGS?
Jeggings? How come I knew nothing about jeggings?
I needed a new pair of jeans or maybe two and found that jean manufacturers assume that when your butt is as big as all outdoors your ankles are too and they flap around my legs as I walk and annoy the hell out of me. I like the slim ankled ones, or is that called boot cut or straight leg or classic or whatever name they give it but when you get to a size 18 there goes the hem flapping around your ankles like a flag in a storm.
I didn't know I bought jeggings when I picked them up at WalMart. I just figured they were jeans and when I got them home and tried them on.... Yowza! Not only are they comfortable but the hems are tight against my ankle and just perfect. Jeggings... who knew. Maybe I should go shopping more often who knows what else is out there waiting to hug my butt?
I needed a new pair of jeans or maybe two and found that jean manufacturers assume that when your butt is as big as all outdoors your ankles are too and they flap around my legs as I walk and annoy the hell out of me. I like the slim ankled ones, or is that called boot cut or straight leg or classic or whatever name they give it but when you get to a size 18 there goes the hem flapping around your ankles like a flag in a storm.
I didn't know I bought jeggings when I picked them up at WalMart. I just figured they were jeans and when I got them home and tried them on.... Yowza! Not only are they comfortable but the hems are tight against my ankle and just perfect. Jeggings... who knew. Maybe I should go shopping more often who knows what else is out there waiting to hug my butt?
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