Finally got a little ambition for the week, and cleaned out the space below the kitchen sink (which was smelly), went out to break-fast, mailed a bill, did some shopping, and pulled a few weeds. Now waiting for the Tru-Green guys to come and aerate the yard, which I will then mow.
Heck, might even sweep the floors, I’m feeling so full of pep…naah.
Weather is that odd-looking “it might rain; but then again, it might not” sky; a grayish, cloudy miss-mash with the occassional ray of sunshine.
ruble, may your day be as mundane as mine. And good wishes to FCD.
I cannot believe it!!! All the work I did yesterday and into this morning has disappeared! I was saving and uploading changes, and I checked in all my work before clearing the cache because it was getting so slow. When I reopened my models, they’d regressed!!! DAMMIT!!!
Back to square 1.
And I got a message from my sister - my brother’s ex died last week of cancer. My sis got a call from their former neighbor trying to track down my bro to let him know. I hadn’t seen her in years, but I did like her. I wasn’t too crazy about how she walked out on my brother, but she was always a pleasant person to be around (unlike his current leech of a gf)
And it’s an hour later and I still can’t get anything to work. I gave up and completely restarted my computer, and I’m now attempting to do what I did yesterday. Until the program completes whatever it’s doing, I just sit and watch. lalalalalalalala
Good luck to your hubby, butters. And good luck to FCD.
Instead of packing last evening, I went to Nashville after irk to drop off the school supplies. Twenty-three minutes from irk, but getting out of the city at five? Fugeddaboutit! I made it home at 6:45.
Tonight, though, I will pack the books. I foresee another two bags to go to Goodwill.
I see all the stupid shit the people around me are doing, and they wonder why thier lives are a mess.
They do the same shit over and over expecting a different result and then they complain to me because their problems don’t go away.
I was at my mother’s for a total of about 45 minutes yesterday and I couldn’t wait to escape. She wanted to know if I was coming back after my Dr appt and there was no way I was walking back into that chaos.
I walk in to 3 yr old walking around swinging a yardstick, toys all over the floor, every visible surface covered with toys, mail, food, whatnot. No place to sit down without moving toy. No adults around. Then my mother comes out half dressed, complaining about all her aches and pains and diarrhea and isn’t the little boy just so cute. NO! A three year old should not be swinging a yard stick in the house.
Nobody can find my niece. Then she comes in from outside, reeking of smoke. She needs somebody to watch the kid because she promised a co-worker she would work for her forgetting that my mother had a Dr appt. Wants to know if I can watch him? Uh, no, I have a Dr appt. Kid is still walking around swinging the yard stick, finally when he hits my mother in the face with it, then everybody wants to know where he got it and why nobody has taken it away from him.
Forty five minutes of my niece ignoring the kid while she is trying to find a babysitter/somebody to cover for her covering for somebody else, while my mother is going on and on about how her knees hurt and her back hurts and she is sure she is going to get ex-rays and an MRI and she has to run to the bathroom again. Meanwhile, the three year old is trying to pull a gallon of milk out of the fridge, and my niece is pulling out another cigarette and walking out the door.
Then the kid wants to blow bubbles and my niece doesn’t want to take him outside, because she is still on the fucking phone complaining about how she can’t find anybody to cover for her, and the co-worker should not have asked her to work for her when she (my niece) was drunk (with an aside to me not to tell my mother she was drunk - like I am even going to touch that with a ten foot pole), so my niece tells the boy to go ahead and blow bubbles in the kitchen, even though he’s not allowed to blow bubbles in the house. He hesitates, she tells him it’s okay, just to only do when she is there and not to let his grandmother see him. The kid is shaking his head no, and she is telling him it’s okay. So he starts blowing bubbles and the bathroom door opens, and my niece jumps up to block my mother’s view of the boy blowing bubbles, only my mother is still stuck in her little monologue about how much pain she is in, and isn’t he just the cutest little boy and no trouble at all.
Sure was different when I lived there.
If I left a piece on mail on the table I got screamed at. If Sah-son left a toy in the living room, I got screamed at. One time he got Christmas presents from some of the other mothers at his daycare, and I got screamed at for bringing them into the house. So much so that when the mothers put together little Easter Baskets for the kids, my son told them he would leave his at school because if he took it home his grandmother would bitch - which got me a call to the school, and my son learned to say complain.
Kid is shoving his finger up his nose, I tell him to to stop.
My mother says why, when boogers taste so good in the morning. At which point the kid grins and puts his finger with booger attached in his mouth and both of them laugh.
Howdy Y’all! Two down and two to go. Rah. Now I’m at da cave for a little while. No use in headin’ over to the church house yet as pizza is on the menu tonight. The pizza will be brought in so really all that’s needed is to make up some sallit for tonight and make some more lemonade. Fruit and cookies for dessert are already there. Throw out some plates, forks, napkins, cups and ice and dindin is served!
sari that last bit about pre-skool sah-son gave me a good giggle!
**FCD **didn’t want supper, so I made myself a burger. He went into the office today, but got home after I did. He’s working now - big engineering review next week.
My daughter never said anything that got me called to her Episcopal preschool, but one day, I went there for a program they were holding in the church building. When my innocent baby saw me in the back of the church, she held up her hand with the middle finger raised. :eek:
She was showing me a bandaid on a finger boo-boo. I wonder if the other mommies were as amused as I was!
We made it to Miami in a quick 2 1/2 hours. Arrived at appt an hour early and have never had to wait. Until today. We finally saw the Dr almost 2 1/2 hours after arriving. It was a 10 minute appt and 3 hours to get back home. We did get a good report though. The heart monitor showed no “events”, hubs says he feels great and Dr said let’s not do anything as long as you feel good. So, we don’t have to go back to him until Feb unless hubby feels bad.
I have some laundry in the works and am going to whip up some hamburger helper. Then blessed sleep. Back to irk tomorrow.
Aieeeee! Everything is done, house-wise. The walkthrough went well - only two things needed to be fixed, and they were fixed today. The cashier’s check for the closing costs is in Airman’s wallet. All of the utilities are switched over, and we were able to re-do our package with Comcast so that we’re paying almost $100 less for all of the movie channels and better Internet service. All that remains is closing, and that happens tomorrow morning.
I am exhausted and cranky. Airman went to the sto’ and got fried chicken and potato salad for dinner, which has been consumed, along with the nubs of a container of ice cream. I’m about to go to bed.
Howdy Y’all! Home from feedin’ the [del]demonic rugrats[/del] little angels dindin over to the church house. They gobbled down pizza, sallit, watermelon, grapes, and cookies all washed down with lemonade. Then they went off to do whatever it is they do for the rest of VBS. The kitchen got cleanded up and the adults endulged in some wine. A good time was had by all.
Rockin’ yay on everything bein’ a go! Soon you will be your won landlord.
We got everything done at work in record time. Doctor went OK except for a funny spot on my nose; need to see a specialist and get a sample taken for testing. Ah the joys of adulthood. 99% it isn’t anything much but ------- just in case its best getting checked.
July is a really rotten time to live where I do and not have working AC in the car. Throw in the idiots also on the road (I hesitate to call them “drivers”, a term that implies at least some degree of competence) and wanting to choke out a few of my classmates, and I’m a cranky girl today.
Lets see, FCM. rockin’, nettie, andsariare all cranky today…and I think I’ll quit while I’m behind…
Had C&C (Corn and Cheeseburger) for the evening meal and then mowed the front yard; back yard will be mowed tomorrow, either am or pm. Took an afternoon nap, I think pancakes act a soporific on me, seems every time I have them for breakfast, I need a nap in the afternoon.
Glad to hear you’re finally closing on the house, robin. Now come the joy of mortgage payments…
I got lost today. I was coming back from somewhere I hadn’t been before, to a place I only barely knew, and completely ended up in the wrong place, and so far away that retracing my steps would’ve taken half the afternoon. Quite the shamozzle.
