Ah yes. Life after the fire with an independent insurance adjuster doing nothing and a house sitting as if frozen in time, stinking of smoke and soot and despair and feeling abandoned.
When we were looking for a home with a yard, Josh was not quite two and Casey wasn't dreamed of, but he was there, a collection of cells in hiding. We pulled into the drive way of a small house with a huge yard and TREES real live full grown trees! We lived in a fairly new townhouse community then and the trees there were still in their toddler stages. This house we were looking at had TREES and lots of grass and a fence. The house was smaller than the town house but that didn't matter for the moment we pulled into the driveway we knew we were home.
There was a feeling, pulling from the hot, bright sunlight into the cool tree shadows of arms pulling you close and holding you safe. The house wasn't much, a small rancher, no dishwasher no air conditioning but it was home. We did little decorating over the years simply because we didn't think of it. Most of the walls were paneled and those that weren't never bothered us enough to paint. However with the bedroom that had once been the sons and decorated by them with shaped sponges dipped in paint (with my permission of course) I never would have painted. It was my craft room and I loved seeing those shapes and remembering when the sons were little and laughed all of the time.
No the house sits there and my heart breaks each time I see it. Not so much for the loss, for it is a substantial loss but for the house's crushed spirit. This house had always held so much whether it be love, or laughter or tears or people or pets or stuff. It was home for throwaway kids who would come and stay until it was time for them to move on. It was a place to get a meal when you were hungry, or a shoulder to cry on or whatever someone needed. Now it is so empty and lonely and the things that made it home sit in a dumpster in the driveway.
The dumpster.... I managed to save some craft stuff. Bits and pieces stinking of soot and smoke but too precious for me to throw away. With the information we were give by our so called friendly public adjusters I had no idea when I could replace any of that and crafting helps to keep me close to what passes for sanity with me. I didn't take everything over to the rental house with me, there were too many bins, hastily stuffed on that day when they cleaned out my craft room and brought some, but not all of the stuff out into the yard.These bins and the random containers were tucked under an awning that came off the house and then covered with a tarp and we were carrying the thing to the rental a bit at a time.
And then we discovered that someone had been in the dumpster taking whatever out of it. Ok, someone said, it's trash, so what. Wait. The tools in the shed weren't trash, they weren't even IN the house when it burned, nor were our beach chairs now stripped of plastic and cloth so the aluminum could be recycled. Then there was my lovely garden swing, half disassembled now. And the awning was missing and someone had been through the craft stuff, not bothering to put anything back, leaving lids off bins and things blowing in the wind.
I lost my mind. We who have so little, had someone picking at our bones and the GODDAMNED NEIGHBORS STOOD AND WATCHED AS THEY DID IT. Didn't think twice. Didn't call the police, didn't confront the thieves. NOTHING!
There is a house across the street where the Hag and her daughters live. I would need a to write a book to list all they have done to drag the entire neighborhood into a slum with them. As for now, they have people living in trailers in their back yard, and in their garage and charge $50 a week for people to sleep on their couches. There are always crowds there, drinking and making sleep impossible and all the rest. I had enough and told the entire world. Later one of the Hag daughters were offended that I was out in the street screaming. Right. That family had NEVER had an argument behind closed doors. They always fight out in the street for the world to hear. It incensed Casey and Josh is on a low simmer. And Ifeel so fragile.
As if that wasn;t enough, we now have learned that much of what the independent adjusters told us wasn't true. That they put us in a home with rental furniture that cost $2000 a month and not counting TVs I could have furnished the whole rental house for that and would have had furniture to take back home with us when our house is rebuilt. We also discovered that we could get another advance from the insurance company and I wouldn't have had to spend all that time with soot up my nose trying to clean things. And with the rent of the house and the ridiculous price for furniture we will be out of money and homeless in 5 months and the independant insurass adjuster had done NOTHING to get the rebuild going. Not even having us meet with the contractor etc. Calls go unanswered. Now they are grinding those picked clean bones into dust under their feet.
I try to cling to the good. My neighbors who kept Josh and the dogs for that long and still welcome them when we bring them back to run in the yard... the dogs, not Josh tho Josh does stop there each night after work. My rubberstamp list friends who have been so generous, sharing their goodies with me so now I can throw the stinky stuff away. The young lady at the hotel who offered me a bag of clothes for fear that I could not afford to buy some. The chef at the same hotel who presented us with a gift of a fruit basket. Not to mention anyone who will sit still and listen to our woes and offer sympathy. Sometimes tho that bad tends to overwhelm the good. I try to shake it. I do and then I think of my poor lonely house with no one to give it heart and I cry.
I'll get through this. I always do. I have big dogs who will lick my face dry and sons who love me and treat me as if I were special and a husband who puts up with me.
Speaking of dogs...... We looked out into the rental house yard. A small yard with two shrubs and in the middle of one of those scrubs sat Kali, grinning her little doggy girl grin and driving Charlie crazy because he can't reach her while she sits IN the bush.
We have a love seat pushed under the bay window in the living room. Often time you find the dogs, their front paws draped over the back of the love seat, Charlie's butt planted firmly onthe seat while Kali needs to stand, when she isn't standing IN the bay window. The sit there side by side, always touching tails wagging in the same rythym turning to grin at me and then go back to warn people that they better not DARE cross that street. If they do, well the dogs have tounges and they know what to do with them.
Slurp!
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
Stuffity stuff stuff
Survived another rainy weekend in the rental house. When am I going to start calling it home? I need to get some of that poster tack stuff so I can start hanging things on my craft room wall in the hopes of making it feel like mine. As for the rest of the house, I hate to admit it, it's just too damned CLEAN! The only clutter is on the dining room table and it really isn't clutter. I;m working on a puzzle, I drop my purse there and there is a stack of carryout menus that we haven't thought of a better place to stash them.
This house is bare. The kitchen could hold a narrow table but doesn't. We have counters and appliances including a microwave but that's it. I have two pot and the frying pan from hell... I swear that even water would stick to that pan. Silverware of course and cooking utensils and when I stuck two butterfly magnets on the silvery fridge door, I stood staring at them as if I were in a museum someplace and they were Monets.
The dining room has a long table (the leaf is in) and started with six chairs. One went downstairs into Josh's room, one upstairs to the craft room. That's it. Table, chairs, my purse and a pile of menus. That's it. One piece of art on the wall, no curtains. Oh there's an area rug. Beige and a dog chew bone.
The living room is a sofa and a love seat, two end table with lamps (one doesn't work) a coffee table and the tv. Small screen on a low cabinet. No curtains, beige rug. I have managed to collect 3 plants and saved from the wreckage this wierd beaded figure made from garden mesh, with wire arms, polymer clay head and woven with a boatload of beads. It's small but it's mine.
Oh and one piece of art on the wall. Upstairs the bathroom is a bathroom. I've added a sea shell I saved from the wreckage and this cute mini toilet eraser set from Michaels. And on the back of the toilet another Michael's find a glass flower bowl/candle holder with strawberry scented crystals in it. There is a shower curtain... white and black towel and white towels and a rug on the floor. That's it.
Small bedroom has a twin sized bed in it a chest one night table and a beige rug.
Big bedroom a queensized bed one nighttable. I had to trade in my dresser for Josh to get a recliner in the basement. Luckily there are built in drawers in the large closets. No curtains in either bed room but there are plastic shades that do nothing to keep the sun out.
Small bedroom is painted beige, big bedroom, terracotta and the craft room a sort of orange. The craft room holds a tv on the other nightstand from the big bedroom a narrow table I got at a thrift store and the dining room chair. it has a closet with a sloped floor that makes it impossible to store things in so I have piles lining the wall, and two book cases of wire that I retrieved from the wreckage. The craft room has a particular smokey funk to it.
The basement aka Josh's room has a queen sized bed, a beige rug, beige recliner, a ches, tv and two night stands. Again no curtains.
Thee are polymer clay people who mostly survived the fire sitting on the splash board of the kitchen sink and two knick knacks that I saved. I'm still unpacking stuff I saved and stashed int he yard at home. We are bringing that over slowly one day at a time so I don't know what other knick knacks I'll find. Hopefully something bright and cheery. I wanted some begonias and or geraniums for the window sills as well but they aren't in the stores yet so I'll have to wait.
I really don't want to buy curtains for this house when I'll have to buy curtains for home. Insurance will not be giving us any more money until we right up the lists of things lost. Try it sometimes. Pick a room and list every little thing in it from memory. You'll be surprised at how hard it is.
As for clothes I have a pair of shorts and 3 shirts for summer and only a little more for the cooler days. I tried hitting thrift stoeres but some of their stuff is more expensive than Walmart. I miss Goodwill with their clothes by the pound areas where I bought an entire winter of sweaters and turtlenecks for myself for a whopping $7!
Well.... I am supposed to be working but can't concentrate. Haven't been able to since the fire with so much stuff swirling in my head and prozac now making me sick to my stomach so I've not been taking it and mellow no longer describes anything in my life.
LOve to all. me
This house is bare. The kitchen could hold a narrow table but doesn't. We have counters and appliances including a microwave but that's it. I have two pot and the frying pan from hell... I swear that even water would stick to that pan. Silverware of course and cooking utensils and when I stuck two butterfly magnets on the silvery fridge door, I stood staring at them as if I were in a museum someplace and they were Monets.
The dining room has a long table (the leaf is in) and started with six chairs. One went downstairs into Josh's room, one upstairs to the craft room. That's it. Table, chairs, my purse and a pile of menus. That's it. One piece of art on the wall, no curtains. Oh there's an area rug. Beige and a dog chew bone.
The living room is a sofa and a love seat, two end table with lamps (one doesn't work) a coffee table and the tv. Small screen on a low cabinet. No curtains, beige rug. I have managed to collect 3 plants and saved from the wreckage this wierd beaded figure made from garden mesh, with wire arms, polymer clay head and woven with a boatload of beads. It's small but it's mine.
Oh and one piece of art on the wall. Upstairs the bathroom is a bathroom. I've added a sea shell I saved from the wreckage and this cute mini toilet eraser set from Michaels. And on the back of the toilet another Michael's find a glass flower bowl/candle holder with strawberry scented crystals in it. There is a shower curtain... white and black towel and white towels and a rug on the floor. That's it.
Small bedroom has a twin sized bed in it a chest one night table and a beige rug.
Big bedroom a queensized bed one nighttable. I had to trade in my dresser for Josh to get a recliner in the basement. Luckily there are built in drawers in the large closets. No curtains in either bed room but there are plastic shades that do nothing to keep the sun out.
Small bedroom is painted beige, big bedroom, terracotta and the craft room a sort of orange. The craft room holds a tv on the other nightstand from the big bedroom a narrow table I got at a thrift store and the dining room chair. it has a closet with a sloped floor that makes it impossible to store things in so I have piles lining the wall, and two book cases of wire that I retrieved from the wreckage. The craft room has a particular smokey funk to it.
The basement aka Josh's room has a queen sized bed, a beige rug, beige recliner, a ches, tv and two night stands. Again no curtains.
Thee are polymer clay people who mostly survived the fire sitting on the splash board of the kitchen sink and two knick knacks that I saved. I'm still unpacking stuff I saved and stashed int he yard at home. We are bringing that over slowly one day at a time so I don't know what other knick knacks I'll find. Hopefully something bright and cheery. I wanted some begonias and or geraniums for the window sills as well but they aren't in the stores yet so I'll have to wait.
I really don't want to buy curtains for this house when I'll have to buy curtains for home. Insurance will not be giving us any more money until we right up the lists of things lost. Try it sometimes. Pick a room and list every little thing in it from memory. You'll be surprised at how hard it is.
As for clothes I have a pair of shorts and 3 shirts for summer and only a little more for the cooler days. I tried hitting thrift stoeres but some of their stuff is more expensive than Walmart. I miss Goodwill with their clothes by the pound areas where I bought an entire winter of sweaters and turtlenecks for myself for a whopping $7!
Well.... I am supposed to be working but can't concentrate. Haven't been able to since the fire with so much stuff swirling in my head and prozac now making me sick to my stomach so I've not been taking it and mellow no longer describes anything in my life.
LOve to all. me
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
An OB sort of life
Thinking of all that has happened lately has gotten me to thinking. Somehow, it makes perfect sense to this Oddz Bodkinz kind of life of mine that my house would burn. Really now, anything less would have been, well, abnormal. Remember I am the one who nearly died from mumps, measles and scarlet fever all inflicted at the same time when I was only an infant. Then there is the crochet hook up my spine at 2, the spectacular flight from the back of a nasty horse that had to kick me on my way to the ground.
In my adult... I nearly said grown up... life there was the bank robbery The one I was in as head teller with a gun at her head. The convulsion during labor which resulted in an emergency c-section. The attack of ghe furious mother pig who insisted on laying on her piglets and didn't like my interference. Let's not forget two old farts chasing ban robbers... onto.... ta da house fire.
I must admit that it all seems so very improbable. I remember standing by the fence watching that ugly yellow smoke oozing out of every nook and cranny and thinking that it looked like a scene from hell and yet it didn't seem to affect me. I had just taken my nightly meds when the husband woke me and sent me next door but even then why was I so nonchalant? Again it's oddz bodkinz kind of things.
It is now slowly settling in and I think of some treasure and my heart breaks. Oddly the treasures I think of aren't worth a hell of a lot, if anything at all. Today while looking through a drawer I rescued from the pile of junk to be carted away, I found this small ceramic dog that I named Petey a life time ago. 44 years ago, in fact, when I bought him at a local Woolworth's. You would have thought I had found my weight in gold instead of a pooch with a broken toe. Still, something else will pop into my mind reminding me of what I lost and then I need to take myself away, hide away so that no one knows that I am crying. If I cry I'm told that I shouldn't because it could have been worse and my dogs or cats or sons could have burned to death. Thank you but the pain doesn't seem to pay much attention to it.
I found a cache of poly clay people that I made and who ended up smokey and a bit stained. Oh how I need those smiling little faces looking up at me. I have set up my craft room but it tends to depress me because it's not MY craft room, not my house. All I want to do is go home... only it sits so broken and alone.
I do try to look at the best. We all got out. We'll have a practicly new house but I'm 60 so big spit. How long will I have in the so called new house? Five years?
And to put cap on it ll mu younger son now refuses to have anything to do with me because I facebooked about the fire before contacting him. I tried to explain that my phone was on the kitchen table and I hadn't grabbed it going out the door, I don't know anyone's number because my phone was programmed so once the neighbor called the fire department I asked her son if he had younger son's number. He didn't so he face booked friends asking for it only no one answered. He then face booked again mentioning the fire and then he got my son's number. He called to tell him but got only voice mail. In the meantime, I had emailed younger son and when we still had not heard from him, I put it on facebook hoping that someone he was with would see it and tell him.
Well when son finally showed up, he was furious with me and would not forgive me that I didn't know his number. MIdway through cursing me out, my neighbor stepped in and son left.and has not spoken to me since. He's even buying a house that I have not seen and I doubt that I will. I don't want to intrude so I'll have to wait for an invitation. That I doubt I 'll get. I swear I don't know what people want from me can't they just cut me some slack and accept me the way I am? Flaws and all. I guess in this oddz bodkinz life I shouldn't be surprised that my son has disowned me.
WHo nows what will happen next. Stay tuned. I bet it'll be a doozy.
In my adult... I nearly said grown up... life there was the bank robbery The one I was in as head teller with a gun at her head. The convulsion during labor which resulted in an emergency c-section. The attack of ghe furious mother pig who insisted on laying on her piglets and didn't like my interference. Let's not forget two old farts chasing ban robbers... onto.... ta da house fire.
I must admit that it all seems so very improbable. I remember standing by the fence watching that ugly yellow smoke oozing out of every nook and cranny and thinking that it looked like a scene from hell and yet it didn't seem to affect me. I had just taken my nightly meds when the husband woke me and sent me next door but even then why was I so nonchalant? Again it's oddz bodkinz kind of things.
It is now slowly settling in and I think of some treasure and my heart breaks. Oddly the treasures I think of aren't worth a hell of a lot, if anything at all. Today while looking through a drawer I rescued from the pile of junk to be carted away, I found this small ceramic dog that I named Petey a life time ago. 44 years ago, in fact, when I bought him at a local Woolworth's. You would have thought I had found my weight in gold instead of a pooch with a broken toe. Still, something else will pop into my mind reminding me of what I lost and then I need to take myself away, hide away so that no one knows that I am crying. If I cry I'm told that I shouldn't because it could have been worse and my dogs or cats or sons could have burned to death. Thank you but the pain doesn't seem to pay much attention to it.
I found a cache of poly clay people that I made and who ended up smokey and a bit stained. Oh how I need those smiling little faces looking up at me. I have set up my craft room but it tends to depress me because it's not MY craft room, not my house. All I want to do is go home... only it sits so broken and alone.
I do try to look at the best. We all got out. We'll have a practicly new house but I'm 60 so big spit. How long will I have in the so called new house? Five years?
And to put cap on it ll mu younger son now refuses to have anything to do with me because I facebooked about the fire before contacting him. I tried to explain that my phone was on the kitchen table and I hadn't grabbed it going out the door, I don't know anyone's number because my phone was programmed so once the neighbor called the fire department I asked her son if he had younger son's number. He didn't so he face booked friends asking for it only no one answered. He then face booked again mentioning the fire and then he got my son's number. He called to tell him but got only voice mail. In the meantime, I had emailed younger son and when we still had not heard from him, I put it on facebook hoping that someone he was with would see it and tell him.
Well when son finally showed up, he was furious with me and would not forgive me that I didn't know his number. MIdway through cursing me out, my neighbor stepped in and son left.and has not spoken to me since. He's even buying a house that I have not seen and I doubt that I will. I don't want to intrude so I'll have to wait for an invitation. That I doubt I 'll get. I swear I don't know what people want from me can't they just cut me some slack and accept me the way I am? Flaws and all. I guess in this oddz bodkinz life I shouldn't be surprised that my son has disowned me.
WHo nows what will happen next. Stay tuned. I bet it'll be a doozy.
Monday, January 23, 2012
How long has it been
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.
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, 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.
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