I spent a good portion of my day yesterday with my mom. It was not a good day for her, the difference in her from Thursday to Saturday was huge. I asked the nurses what the heck, they acted like I had two heads and said everything was fine. But she was not fine, she was sick and about to throw up all day, wasn't eating, shaking all over uncontrollably, too weak to even move herself in the bed, let alone get up and go to the bathroom without help. I know that hospitals use the B team on the weekends but come on...so I got her doctor involved and things started happening. I do believe that she was dehydrated, so I assume an IV was started. I frankly was surprised that had already not been done, but her physician told me that it had not been necessary prior to yesterday. Whatever. When a person is not eating and only drinks coffee, how hydrated can they be? By the time Mark and I left late yesterday, she seemed better. When I am there, she does not seem to care one way or the other --- she is just too sick. It is sad, there is generally few visitors, just me and Richard, and yesterday, Mark. I know everyone is busy and far away, but it makes me sad. We are all waiting to see what the results will be after Mondays tests. I think then, once we all have a good idea of what we are dealing with, it will be easier for everyone to plan or decide what they want to do. I had not planned to go today, I believe that my cousin will be visiting from Arkansas, so I thought that I might take a day off, since she will have others there. But I feel guilty when I don't go...so who knows. It is just so damned far away, it would be so easy if she were here, in a hospital that I know would be better for her, but no point in dwelling on that, she isn't going to transfer. So...
When we got home, we arrived to quite a mess. AGAIN. Poor CrazyDog is just not doing well and she couldn't wait, for whatever reason. I will not live this way, and I have no idea what to do about it. It is not her fault. In all the thirteen plus years we have had this dog, she has never, EVER made a mess on the floor. Now it is becoming a regular thing and I just cannot have it. We put diapers on her at night, because she cannot hold her pee anymore, but I did not know that holding the other was a problem, too. Aside from these issues, she is perfectly fine. Happy, healthy, full of energy. What do you do? A diaper would not have held that mess from yesterday, no way. We walk her all the time...and I do mean all the time. We were gone about eight hours yesterday...it seems that when we leave her at all anymore, there is some issue. Recently, we returned home to find her hung up under the computer desk, all caught up in the cords, the keyboard literally wrapped around her leg. I felt so sorry for her, and she was obviously distressed. Another time, she had some how gotten herself shut in the tiny laundry closet...in the dark, holy hell she was upset...this is a bad situation and one I don't know how to deal with. She is too old to kennel train now, that would surely be the death of her. She literally goes spastic when Mark leaves, even when I am home. It is just sad, and beginning to be a real problem.
My kitties LOVE the new couch. They think we bought a GIANT bed, just for them. If I did not have these cats, I would surely lose it. They make my life fun, keep me as sane as I can ever be, and provide the few smiles that happen around here these days. I thank Janelle for not wanting/being able to care for them in her small apartment. :)
Happy Sunday to you all. Later.
ps...the decision has been made for me, I am now on my way to the hospital, my mom called me early...crying. She wants me there this morning... So, off I go. :(
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Sunday, September 07, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Cat hair hell
I have been up for awhile, trying to get caught up on my blog reading, and although I'm not all the way finished with it, I am getting there. Some days, there are very few to read, others---it seems we all write a couple of posts. If I have not been to yours yet, I will get there. I love reading about all of you, each of your lives, and of course commenting, because when it comes to blogging, you all can't shut me up. It does seem though, that many of you (as well as me) are going through so much right now...and my heart goes out to each of you. I don't like it when my friends hurt, it makes me hurt too.
It has been a long, hard, pain-filled night. I have no idea why, I did nothing any differently yesterday, than any other day. My pain level recently is bad, and it seems no matter what I do, there is no way to change it. I try really hard to keep going, just forget it and keep going. Many days, that works. Others, it's impossible. Recently, the impossible side has been the one showing up. I never give in, but lately, I do find that I hurry and finish what has to be done so that I can give up. Who knows, it does seem to come and go...so it can go anytime soon, I won't complain.
My mom and step dad are coming to visit me today! I truly am excited about that, they have not been here, to my new place. It's hard on her to travel and I am now two hours away, so I do appreciate the effort they is going through to get here. Richard, who you all know had surgery a few weeks ago for colon cancer, has finally been released to drive, so I am excited. I'm sure they won't be here too long, but will arrive around noon, and instead of spending the time they will be here cooking, I have decided to order some lunch out, so that I can actually talk with them. I do have to clean this place up this morning, however. Cat hair, cat hair, cat hair...and although I swiffer the floors daily, still, I have cat hair...
I made Val's Texas Caviar last evening. It is so GOOD! I had to go to two different stores to find the stupid black eyes peas in a can...but otherwise, so easy and wonderful.
Have an awesome Saturday!
:)
It has been a long, hard, pain-filled night. I have no idea why, I did nothing any differently yesterday, than any other day. My pain level recently is bad, and it seems no matter what I do, there is no way to change it. I try really hard to keep going, just forget it and keep going. Many days, that works. Others, it's impossible. Recently, the impossible side has been the one showing up. I never give in, but lately, I do find that I hurry and finish what has to be done so that I can give up. Who knows, it does seem to come and go...so it can go anytime soon, I won't complain.
My mom and step dad are coming to visit me today! I truly am excited about that, they have not been here, to my new place. It's hard on her to travel and I am now two hours away, so I do appreciate the effort they is going through to get here. Richard, who you all know had surgery a few weeks ago for colon cancer, has finally been released to drive, so I am excited. I'm sure they won't be here too long, but will arrive around noon, and instead of spending the time they will be here cooking, I have decided to order some lunch out, so that I can actually talk with them. I do have to clean this place up this morning, however. Cat hair, cat hair, cat hair...and although I swiffer the floors daily, still, I have cat hair...
I made Val's Texas Caviar last evening. It is so GOOD! I had to go to two different stores to find the stupid black eyes peas in a can...but otherwise, so easy and wonderful.
Have an awesome Saturday!
:)
Friday, July 11, 2008
Friday
Happy Friday!
I passed 4 of my 5 tests, and the one I didn't pass was by one question....LOL. I will retake it on Tuesday morning...to be honest, the one I failed was due to not covering that material in the class, and we had no study material on that particular subject. Our trainer was new, and he said as much yesterday, so I was winging it. He also said that I did the best in the class, so I'll take it. I would like to think the state test will be as simple, but I know better. I have taken that one many, MANY years ago, and it's a hard sucker. I am wondering how many times I will have to take it before I pass it.
My kids are sucking the life out of me. My fault, I know, but one way or another, they are. All of them are going through some kind of crises...from minor to major...and I am all worried out, fixed out...worn out. Enough. I love them - more than anything, I love them. I would gladly throw myself in front of a speeding bus for each of them, if it would help. Since it won't...they have got to handle all of it themselves. No joke, I'm serious....just saying. Enough said.
I am back to the BIG book today....ugh. Save me.
Have a wonderful day. :)
I passed 4 of my 5 tests, and the one I didn't pass was by one question....LOL. I will retake it on Tuesday morning...to be honest, the one I failed was due to not covering that material in the class, and we had no study material on that particular subject. Our trainer was new, and he said as much yesterday, so I was winging it. He also said that I did the best in the class, so I'll take it. I would like to think the state test will be as simple, but I know better. I have taken that one many, MANY years ago, and it's a hard sucker. I am wondering how many times I will have to take it before I pass it.
My kids are sucking the life out of me. My fault, I know, but one way or another, they are. All of them are going through some kind of crises...from minor to major...and I am all worried out, fixed out...worn out. Enough. I love them - more than anything, I love them. I would gladly throw myself in front of a speeding bus for each of them, if it would help. Since it won't...they have got to handle all of it themselves. No joke, I'm serious....just saying. Enough said.
I am back to the BIG book today....ugh. Save me.
Have a wonderful day. :)
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
The local menagerie
Lots of thoughts rattling around up there in my head this morning:
Son number one won a good chunk of money in a state lottery raffle...at the time he bought the tickets, I thought he was crazy-they were 20 dollars each and he bought two. He won several hundred however, and apparently I don't know what I'm talking about.
Poor, poor CrazyDog...several times in the night, she was up--wandering the apartment, click, click, click went her nails on the wood floor. I kept encouraging her to go back to bed, it was late, etc....finally, at three-thirty, she was making the strangest noise, I went to investigate, she was flipping her completely empty water bowl across the floor...I felt so bad, that never happens, apparently she had been thirsty all night...man-oh-man, we are bad dog parents. After she drank nearly half of the contents, she happily went back to the bedroom...
Speaking of being parents to unruly animals: Sunday morning, after being up for much of the night, and after Mark had gotten up and walked CrazyDog, we decided to go back to bed, after all it was only 6:30 on a weekend...so that's exactly what we did. About 8:00, there was a knock on the door...is that our cat down by the elevator? Holy crap - Mason, aka Farfield, had escaped when Mark came back in with CD, and we didn't even know it. Poor, poor Mason, he seemed pretty traumatized by his little adventure...and when we moved in here, I thought the fact that they required photos of your animals was stupid, now I must admit, I'm happy they do. I wonder if he was spotted by another resident here and then called in, because it was the leasing manager that came knocking, or if he was spotted on the ever present, always monitored cameras...but either way, I felt really stupid for not knowing that my kitty had packed his little red bandanna and put it on a stick, and hit the trail---looking for a train to hitch a ride to....where exactly?
Home today, all day...work on the damned books, I swear, I am going to, even if it harelips the governor. And it might, I have been putting this off for so long.
Mark's mom sent a check for our anniversary, it was very thoughtful of her...and now, because of that, I am getting the print of "winter trees" to hang in my new living room. I am so excited about that, as buying it for myself seemed really selfish under the current financial circumstances... Plus, this weekend is the Des Moines Art Festival and I have always wanted to go to that, so at least one of my kiddos and myself will go to that, you never know, I may find something I cannot live without to help fill the really bare wall space in here. I am really looking forward to it.
Not well this morning at all, yesterday was really bad, too. I am not sure what to do about any of it but whine about it, until I have health insurance, I just have to deal with it, not that I think there is any miracle-cure out there anyway.
I think now I'm going to cruise around a little and see what's going on your worlds...Have a very happy day!
:)
Saturday, June 21, 2008
asshats, burned dinners and spotty doors.
How about a mixed up bunch of nothing this morning?
I cannot sleep, it's killing me.
Mark has taken the legal stuff about being let go from the dealership by the new owner to an attorney. According to him, there is no way that mr asshat could let him go, not legally, as it was in the contract between old owner and asshat that he could not, not without the written permission of old owner, Bill. Mark went to see him (the lawyer) almost two weeks ago, and the verdict was that our attorney would send a letter to mr asshat, asking for payment now, otherwise a law suit would begin. A lawsuit, that by the way, there is no way he can win, as we turned over the signed agreement between the two buying/selling parties to our attorney. Well, mr asshat got the letter yesterday. Holy crap, Mark certainly ruined mr asshats day. He called Bill and told him "you had better get this handled. I am NOT paying this, I NEVER lose a lawsuit, and if I have to pay, then you will pay it".(Well, which is it mr asshat? You never lose, or Bill's paying it...you cannot have it both ways) If he wasn't being such an ass to my friend and former boss, I would laugh out loud. However, it was not our intention to screw things up for Bill, and while the deal on the dealership has been done to a degree, it does still involve many years of payment from asshat to Bill. I can see a huge legal and financial mess coming out of this. I did ask Bill if he would rather we drop it, and he of course said "no". I'll keep you posted. By now, for us, aside from the money that is owed, which is $6000, it is the principle of the thing. He was such an asshole to Mark, and took out his frustration and pure meanness with/for me on him. It was not right, and at the time it made my blood boil. Mark has never hurt anyone, and would never, ever treat another the way he was treated. I tend to want to shy away from problems of the legal kind and I do NOT want this to turn into a huge cluster**** of a mess.
We need to sell our house in podunk so badly. I keep hoping that will happen with just a sign out front, but realistically, I know better. It is not ready to be listed with a realtor, but soon, it will be.
Damn, I am tired today.
CrazyDog goes to see the vet today, although the original problem that we made the appointment for in now better. Mark is taking her with him this morning, so that means another ride in the car for two hours. I hope she does as well this time as she did when we moved, I got her Dramamine for traveling, all of life she has been carsick, but the pills worked wonderfully on moving day. If she should be sick all over Mark's car, he is not going to be happy. We try so hard with that dog, but I'm afraid our nerves and patience are wearing a little thin. I looked up the life expectancy for her breed, and it's 8-12. She turned 13 last week. Borrowed time? I do not want her to leave us, I just want her to calm down and enjoy her "golden years". Do dogs have those?
I am starving. A common problem recently. It seems I have not cooked a decent meal in weeks, and I fully intend to try to today. I have cooked something a total of twice since we moved here, and I must admit, I am having problems getting used to this new kitchen. I have never loved electric stoves, and as usual, I am burning everything. I cannot get the heat right - not in the oven or on the cook top. This is one of those smooth, black-glass covered ranges...and I just suck at using it. Practice, I suppose.
I have a question for all of you uber-smart friends of mine - do any of you know how to clean clear, glass shower doors? Is there a product made specifically for that? I have not had the opportunity to look for one yet, but cleaning, or keeping them clean is certainly a pain in the rear. I have used the daily shower cleaner, but that does a terrible job. I have cleaned them with Windex, and they look okay until it's used again. I am not going to clean both shower doors every day. I know I am just not doing something right, and I know you guys will know what to use.
Holy crap, this is boring. I am boring even ME. I think I will go do something exciting, like find some breakfast. Happy Saturday, everyone. :)
I cannot sleep, it's killing me.
Mark has taken the legal stuff about being let go from the dealership by the new owner to an attorney. According to him, there is no way that mr asshat could let him go, not legally, as it was in the contract between old owner and asshat that he could not, not without the written permission of old owner, Bill. Mark went to see him (the lawyer) almost two weeks ago, and the verdict was that our attorney would send a letter to mr asshat, asking for payment now, otherwise a law suit would begin. A lawsuit, that by the way, there is no way he can win, as we turned over the signed agreement between the two buying/selling parties to our attorney. Well, mr asshat got the letter yesterday. Holy crap, Mark certainly ruined mr asshats day. He called Bill and told him "you had better get this handled. I am NOT paying this, I NEVER lose a lawsuit, and if I have to pay, then you will pay it".(Well, which is it mr asshat? You never lose, or Bill's paying it...you cannot have it both ways) If he wasn't being such an ass to my friend and former boss, I would laugh out loud. However, it was not our intention to screw things up for Bill, and while the deal on the dealership has been done to a degree, it does still involve many years of payment from asshat to Bill. I can see a huge legal and financial mess coming out of this. I did ask Bill if he would rather we drop it, and he of course said "no". I'll keep you posted. By now, for us, aside from the money that is owed, which is $6000, it is the principle of the thing. He was such an asshole to Mark, and took out his frustration and pure meanness with/for me on him. It was not right, and at the time it made my blood boil. Mark has never hurt anyone, and would never, ever treat another the way he was treated. I tend to want to shy away from problems of the legal kind and I do NOT want this to turn into a huge cluster**** of a mess.
We need to sell our house in podunk so badly. I keep hoping that will happen with just a sign out front, but realistically, I know better. It is not ready to be listed with a realtor, but soon, it will be.
Damn, I am tired today.
CrazyDog goes to see the vet today, although the original problem that we made the appointment for in now better. Mark is taking her with him this morning, so that means another ride in the car for two hours. I hope she does as well this time as she did when we moved, I got her Dramamine for traveling, all of life she has been carsick, but the pills worked wonderfully on moving day. If she should be sick all over Mark's car, he is not going to be happy. We try so hard with that dog, but I'm afraid our nerves and patience are wearing a little thin. I looked up the life expectancy for her breed, and it's 8-12. She turned 13 last week. Borrowed time? I do not want her to leave us, I just want her to calm down and enjoy her "golden years". Do dogs have those?
I am starving. A common problem recently. It seems I have not cooked a decent meal in weeks, and I fully intend to try to today. I have cooked something a total of twice since we moved here, and I must admit, I am having problems getting used to this new kitchen. I have never loved electric stoves, and as usual, I am burning everything. I cannot get the heat right - not in the oven or on the cook top. This is one of those smooth, black-glass covered ranges...and I just suck at using it. Practice, I suppose.
I have a question for all of you uber-smart friends of mine - do any of you know how to clean clear, glass shower doors? Is there a product made specifically for that? I have not had the opportunity to look for one yet, but cleaning, or keeping them clean is certainly a pain in the rear. I have used the daily shower cleaner, but that does a terrible job. I have cleaned them with Windex, and they look okay until it's used again. I am not going to clean both shower doors every day. I know I am just not doing something right, and I know you guys will know what to use.
Holy crap, this is boring. I am boring even ME. I think I will go do something exciting, like find some breakfast. Happy Saturday, everyone. :)
Friday, June 20, 2008
Friday thoughts from an old, old woman
Today, I sign the paperwork to begin my new job, and I'm rather excited about it. It means learning ALOT again, and I hope this old brain will stand up to all of it.
Yesterday, I worked at the Whippy Dip, aka the ICS, and it was no fun. My oldest son really didn't want or need my help...or at least that's the way it felt while I was there. To add insult to injury, I cut my finger and it bled for HOURS. I hate that, and I seem to cut myself alot.
CrazyDog is making life in this wonderful place hell. She will not ever relax, and it's really beginning to get me down. Taking her out for walks really isn't the problem, as it is an enjoyable place to walk her, but she wants to be walked constantly...She sees the vet back in our old town tomorrow, I really hope they can find a medication that will help her calm down. Physically, the crisis has passed and she is feeling better, mentally-I really feel sorry for her. At different times in my life, I have felt the way she seems to feel ALL the time, and living like that is no fun. We just keep trying to love her and have patience. It is hard, sometimes.
Daughter and her significant other are having problems, and I somehow have been sucked into the loop. I have no advice to offer, no help to give. I am given out, adviced out, and worn out. More than anything, I want my kids to be happy. Hell, I don't care how they accomplish that, but for heavens sake, just be happy. Life on this earth is too short to make problems, and if that's not what's happening, then perhaps the the wrong path has been chosen. Beyond that, I don't even know what to say to any of them.
I don't remember being so tired, not in a long, long time. Since I live my life in a perpetual state of tiredness, that's a huge statement to make. I am not sleeping well, and damned if I know why. Physically, my body is giving up, the pain is getting intolerable, and all I want is just to enjoy my new life. It's beginning to really piss me off.
This post was not supposed to be a whine-fest, and I do apologize...sometimes when I sit down to write, my fingers have ideas that my brain was not aware of.
On a happier note.....I've got nothing here.
Happy Friday, y'all.
Yesterday, I worked at the Whippy Dip, aka the ICS, and it was no fun. My oldest son really didn't want or need my help...or at least that's the way it felt while I was there. To add insult to injury, I cut my finger and it bled for HOURS. I hate that, and I seem to cut myself alot.
CrazyDog is making life in this wonderful place hell. She will not ever relax, and it's really beginning to get me down. Taking her out for walks really isn't the problem, as it is an enjoyable place to walk her, but she wants to be walked constantly...She sees the vet back in our old town tomorrow, I really hope they can find a medication that will help her calm down. Physically, the crisis has passed and she is feeling better, mentally-I really feel sorry for her. At different times in my life, I have felt the way she seems to feel ALL the time, and living like that is no fun. We just keep trying to love her and have patience. It is hard, sometimes.
Daughter and her significant other are having problems, and I somehow have been sucked into the loop. I have no advice to offer, no help to give. I am given out, adviced out, and worn out. More than anything, I want my kids to be happy. Hell, I don't care how they accomplish that, but for heavens sake, just be happy. Life on this earth is too short to make problems, and if that's not what's happening, then perhaps the the wrong path has been chosen. Beyond that, I don't even know what to say to any of them.
I don't remember being so tired, not in a long, long time. Since I live my life in a perpetual state of tiredness, that's a huge statement to make. I am not sleeping well, and damned if I know why. Physically, my body is giving up, the pain is getting intolerable, and all I want is just to enjoy my new life. It's beginning to really piss me off.
This post was not supposed to be a whine-fest, and I do apologize...sometimes when I sit down to write, my fingers have ideas that my brain was not aware of.
On a happier note.....I've got nothing here.
Happy Friday, y'all.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Much ado about nothing
I have decided there just aren't enough hours in the day; always in my past, I assumed I was working too much. Recently though, there still aren't enough hours, as I still cannot manage to accomplish everything on my list, and I have no job to go to. Every morning, my intentions are great, every evening, I fall onto the couch having only crossed a thing or two or five off of my list; and my list seems to be growing longer. We did make it all the way back to the old house yesterday, and left with a car completely full, and still we have so much left to do something with. Next Saturday is the day that we go back and stay most of the day until it's finished. No more will come this direction, the rest of it will be set out on the curb for pick up by the city or the pilferer's. Then we have hours of cleaning to do there, but at least it will be done. I am so ready for something to be done. I am not however, looking forward to that day, cleaning that place up is going to be hard, it needs scrubbed and polished, and it looks so sad now that we are no longer living there. I have to admit I felt a twinge of sadness going back inside yesterday, I guess because of the finality of it. I am ready for it to sell quickly, for financial reasons as well as for sentimental ones. It was a great old house to raise my kids in, to raise our dogs in, to house this stray and that one...it was a house full of love. Now it is empty and that really makes me feel sad. That house needs kids and laughter and busy lives, it does not need to stand empty for too long.
So, leaving there with a car full of-shall we say crap?-meant that I had to do something with it on this end. This new place is now officially full and cannot take anymore. I do not want a cluttered place, I never have been able to handle that, so getting and keeping it organized is next on my list. I have managed that for the most part, but with each new box comes the requirement of fitting in it with the already unpacked and organized, and that means it takes more time and energy. But I am slowly getting there.
My pain level has not gotten any better, and I am frankly surprised by that. By the end of the day, I am still barely able to walk, and while I have been busy, I have not been that busy. I don't know if you all remember that I have been taking Cymbalta for neuropathy, and I tried to go off of it a while back, only to discover that the withdrawals were more than I could handle at that time. It dawned on my a couple of days ago that I had not taken it this week, and that explains so many things -- like my pain level, and some of the electric "shock" feelings I have been having. Apparently, it has been helping my pain way more than I knew, but now that I have the withdrawals behind me, there is no way that I am going to take it again. It is also a depression medication which I felt certainly wouldn't hurt me, and maybe would help, but so far in that area, I'm doing okay. Or at least I think I am, so often we are the only ones that can't tell how we are acting. I know it's nice to FEEL things again, and unless you have been on anti-depressants, you don't know what I'm talking about. The hard part is deciding whether you are "feeling" them too much. I will have to get back to you on that one,
Mark is leaving this morning to pick up my sister, Trav. I am so looking forward to her being here, I cannot tell you. It will be a short visit, but there will be many more to follow. We have a couple of things to do the next few days, but for the most part, our time will be ours, and that is such a great feeling. We will have to visit our mom on Tuesday. Mark and I went to mom's house yesterday to drop off a Father's Day card for Richard, who is doing great by the way----mending very nicely and looks wonderful---and poor mom cried when I left. She said I am always in a hurry and misses being able to spend any kind of time with me, so I promised that Trav and I would be there on Tuesday, and stay a long while. I really felt bad leaving her.
Yesterday, two of my kiddo's were here all evening, we went to dinner, and had a really great time. I love living near my kids, it is so awesome.
Happy Father's day to all of you dad's. I miss mine this morning, and would love to have just a minute to talk to him. Hug yours if you still have him, okay?
:)
So, leaving there with a car full of-shall we say crap?-meant that I had to do something with it on this end. This new place is now officially full and cannot take anymore. I do not want a cluttered place, I never have been able to handle that, so getting and keeping it organized is next on my list. I have managed that for the most part, but with each new box comes the requirement of fitting in it with the already unpacked and organized, and that means it takes more time and energy. But I am slowly getting there.
My pain level has not gotten any better, and I am frankly surprised by that. By the end of the day, I am still barely able to walk, and while I have been busy, I have not been that busy. I don't know if you all remember that I have been taking Cymbalta for neuropathy, and I tried to go off of it a while back, only to discover that the withdrawals were more than I could handle at that time. It dawned on my a couple of days ago that I had not taken it this week, and that explains so many things -- like my pain level, and some of the electric "shock" feelings I have been having. Apparently, it has been helping my pain way more than I knew, but now that I have the withdrawals behind me, there is no way that I am going to take it again. It is also a depression medication which I felt certainly wouldn't hurt me, and maybe would help, but so far in that area, I'm doing okay. Or at least I think I am, so often we are the only ones that can't tell how we are acting. I know it's nice to FEEL things again, and unless you have been on anti-depressants, you don't know what I'm talking about. The hard part is deciding whether you are "feeling" them too much. I will have to get back to you on that one,
Mark is leaving this morning to pick up my sister, Trav. I am so looking forward to her being here, I cannot tell you. It will be a short visit, but there will be many more to follow. We have a couple of things to do the next few days, but for the most part, our time will be ours, and that is such a great feeling. We will have to visit our mom on Tuesday. Mark and I went to mom's house yesterday to drop off a Father's Day card for Richard, who is doing great by the way----mending very nicely and looks wonderful---and poor mom cried when I left. She said I am always in a hurry and misses being able to spend any kind of time with me, so I promised that Trav and I would be there on Tuesday, and stay a long while. I really felt bad leaving her.
Yesterday, two of my kiddo's were here all evening, we went to dinner, and had a really great time. I love living near my kids, it is so awesome.
Happy Father's day to all of you dad's. I miss mine this morning, and would love to have just a minute to talk to him. Hug yours if you still have him, okay?
:)
Monday, May 12, 2008
Where's the coffee?
A very Minneapolis good morning! It is cold up here, good heavens,and I thought I lived in the freezer...
I am in my hotel room, no roomie yet, I assume she will be driving up this morning. The drive here was about perfect, the weather was sunny...I actually enjoyed most of it. Finding this place couldn't have been easier, unless of course I had a GPS, (no hint or anything MARK-LOL). I had a pleasant dinner and a couple of brown bottles by myself, and then came back here to my room. There are several restaurants within walking distance, along with the needed stores within view, so I think this place will work fine as living space for the next few days.
Today, I have no idea what to expect. I do know that I have got to get out the old travel iron...."dress to impress". UGH. Save me....
Have a very happy Monday. I will check in with you all tonight.
I am in my hotel room, no roomie yet, I assume she will be driving up this morning. The drive here was about perfect, the weather was sunny...I actually enjoyed most of it. Finding this place couldn't have been easier, unless of course I had a GPS, (no hint or anything MARK-LOL). I had a pleasant dinner and a couple of brown bottles by myself, and then came back here to my room. There are several restaurants within walking distance, along with the needed stores within view, so I think this place will work fine as living space for the next few days.
Today, I have no idea what to expect. I do know that I have got to get out the old travel iron...."dress to impress". UGH. Save me....
Have a very happy Monday. I will check in with you all tonight.
Saturday, May 03, 2008
Effin degrees...
Damn, it's cold in here this morning, apparently the wind chill is 34 F'in degrees. Holy crap - on the third of May.
(When my youngest was little he would look at the bank sign with time and temperature, and loudly proclaim "it's 76 F'in degrees" because of the little F for Fahrenheit. We thought it was cute then, and we still say it today...)
So, I am still hobbling this morning, but not quite as badly as yesterday, as it was one dead day at the ICS. With the weather, and the fact that many folks just do not have money this year, we are really feeling the pinch. I have a little hope for today, but since it is so cold, most likely we will be able to call Tulip Time a bust this year.
I did get a little bit of encouraging news yesterday regarding the sale and the deal at the car dealership. It should be complete by the end of this next week, and if that is the case, it will be none too soon for any of us. Financially, it would be just in the nick of time for all of us, - the (previous) owner, the ICS, and me. Yes, call me stupid, but I still take care of all the financial paper work for all of the above, and I have just been trying to rob Peter to pay Paul for the past couple of weeks. It is beginning to be impossible as even Peter and Paul have their limits.
I forgot to tell all of you, but my new job training has been postponed for a week, and that is okay with me. Originally, I had the option of starting on the 5th or the 12th, and I had chosen the 12th so that I could get a couple of important things finished before I left. Then, it had been changed to beginning on the 5th. Now, we are back to the 12th, and that's good. Yes, I need the money that beginning a week early would have paid me, but Mark and I have got to get out and find an apartment in the city, and now we should have the opportunity to do that. Hopefully. I have several things to do this week, one of which is to meet Soul in the Wichita area, at least I hope so, and that would be an overnight stay. With any luck, we will be able to get it put together, sometimes working with two families schedules can be a problem. Plus, I work one whole day at the ICS, and then I have to help with the closing at the dealership, and then Mark will be working daily beginning Monday, and that will be different because I have had many months of him being able to be anywhere or do anything whenever he wanted to. Hmmm...
Mark will get back from Kansas City today, his training for the new job will end today about three. I have missed him. CrazyDog has missed him. Although, this time she has not been too bad, and we have all managed without him fairly well. If anything ever happened to Mark, I am afraid she would not survive. She has the worst separation anxiety I have ever seen. She waits for him to come home, by the door, and sighs loudly and often. Then at bedtime when he's not here, she starts to shake, I feel so sorry for her. She really is quite elderly, will be 13 next month. I don't know the life span of a Chow, but it seems to me that I read once that 11 or 12 was usually the limit. Physically, her health is good, mentally...not so much.
Today, I am off to the ICS once again. I am looking forward to it today, Janelle will be there to help, and I haven't seen her in what feels like ages. I doubt I work too very long, because the business will be dead, and there are too many people scheduled. That doesn't break my heart too badly. Have a happy day! :)
(When my youngest was little he would look at the bank sign with time and temperature, and loudly proclaim "it's 76 F'in degrees" because of the little F for Fahrenheit. We thought it was cute then, and we still say it today...)
So, I am still hobbling this morning, but not quite as badly as yesterday, as it was one dead day at the ICS. With the weather, and the fact that many folks just do not have money this year, we are really feeling the pinch. I have a little hope for today, but since it is so cold, most likely we will be able to call Tulip Time a bust this year.
I did get a little bit of encouraging news yesterday regarding the sale and the deal at the car dealership. It should be complete by the end of this next week, and if that is the case, it will be none too soon for any of us. Financially, it would be just in the nick of time for all of us, - the (previous) owner, the ICS, and me. Yes, call me stupid, but I still take care of all the financial paper work for all of the above, and I have just been trying to rob Peter to pay Paul for the past couple of weeks. It is beginning to be impossible as even Peter and Paul have their limits.
I forgot to tell all of you, but my new job training has been postponed for a week, and that is okay with me. Originally, I had the option of starting on the 5th or the 12th, and I had chosen the 12th so that I could get a couple of important things finished before I left. Then, it had been changed to beginning on the 5th. Now, we are back to the 12th, and that's good. Yes, I need the money that beginning a week early would have paid me, but Mark and I have got to get out and find an apartment in the city, and now we should have the opportunity to do that. Hopefully. I have several things to do this week, one of which is to meet Soul in the Wichita area, at least I hope so, and that would be an overnight stay. With any luck, we will be able to get it put together, sometimes working with two families schedules can be a problem. Plus, I work one whole day at the ICS, and then I have to help with the closing at the dealership, and then Mark will be working daily beginning Monday, and that will be different because I have had many months of him being able to be anywhere or do anything whenever he wanted to. Hmmm...
Mark will get back from Kansas City today, his training for the new job will end today about three. I have missed him. CrazyDog has missed him. Although, this time she has not been too bad, and we have all managed without him fairly well. If anything ever happened to Mark, I am afraid she would not survive. She has the worst separation anxiety I have ever seen. She waits for him to come home, by the door, and sighs loudly and often. Then at bedtime when he's not here, she starts to shake, I feel so sorry for her. She really is quite elderly, will be 13 next month. I don't know the life span of a Chow, but it seems to me that I read once that 11 or 12 was usually the limit. Physically, her health is good, mentally...not so much.
Today, I am off to the ICS once again. I am looking forward to it today, Janelle will be there to help, and I haven't seen her in what feels like ages. I doubt I work too very long, because the business will be dead, and there are too many people scheduled. That doesn't break my heart too badly. Have a happy day! :)
Thursday, May 01, 2008
May Day! May Day!
And a happy good morning to all of you. :)
I am employed, halejulah, holy crap, I have a job! And it's a good job, one that I can be proud of, and the potential is there to very quickly put me back where I was financially. Yes! I cannot believe my good fortune.
I would love to spill the name of the business that I will be running, but it's a corporate job, and the "center" that I am going to be managing is owned by the actual national corporation. So, I will tell you all the kind of business it is, and then give you enough hints to let you all know what it is. I wouldn't want my little old blog to come up on any search engine that is being used by an actual corporate employee. I will be running a store that sells and directs a program to lose weight. The first letter of the name is the 12th letter of the alphabet, the second letter of the name is the first letter of the alphabet, (this is also a huge city in California), and then losing weight is the next phrase in the name, in a different order. I hope you all can get it from this----and no, I have no experience with this company personally, although I have known a few that have used it and had complete success. I have alot to learn, as I will be the head honcho in the store, and if I have my way about it, I will be running the district before long, teehee. I have to leave for Minneapolis on Sunday, and I will be there two weeks. It is a long training session, I'll agree, but apparently the company believes in being trained and prepared for the position. I am excited and a touch nervous, although as a rule, I don't let these things get to me too much. Mostly, I am trying to prepare for being away from home for so long. That will be difficult, as life does go on here. Mark is also starting his new career tomorrow, and will be gone from tonight until Saturday night, so things are a little messed up around here...but in a good way. And of course, today is the beginning of TULIP TIME, and I have committed myself and most of those I know to working at the ICS for the next few days.
Because I am expected to dress the part, and wear a suit each day to work, ugh, I had to go shopping last evening. And you all know how I love to shop. But I managed to find enough things to get me through, to supplement what I already had, and I should be okay for awhile. I bought a pair of pants, a skirt, three spring sweaters and three blouses and a pair of shoes for just over two hundred dollars, I thought I did pretty well. Mark went along and got himself several shirts and ties and shoes, as his new position is a tie and jacket sort of deal. Like he says, he's so hot he can't keep his hands off himself. (Good heavens, what did I marry?)
I am truly excited at the prospect of my actual job. Many years ago, I lost a lot of weight, with a ton of perseverance and commitment and hard freakin' work. I cannot tell you the power there was in the feeling of being able to reach that goal. It is often the hardest thing we ever have to do. I want to experience being able to help others do that, especially women, because I completely understand the mindset of most women, and I truly believe I can make a difference in how it works for them. A woman's self image is tied to every other aspect of her life, if she is unhappy with her body, then she is missing out on a huge part of her life. I know many of you know what I'm talking about...and I want to help them understand the their beauty comes from the inside, regardless of the outer package. So, I have alot to do. Along with selling the products and programs that will put food on my own table. :)
So, after we went shopping last evening, we went and had my favorite celebratory beverage, and there is none better than that that is brewed by the Rock Bottom. It was wonderful, just Mark and I, sitting there and planning what will hopefully be the best time of our lives. It was at that point that we decided that I cannot live without a computer for the next two weeks, and my sweet husband went and bought a laptop for me to take with me. So, I can still blog, and chat with Soul each morning, and pay the bills and take care of all the mundane computer tasks that I need to for the ICS and others....ugh. But anyway, I was very surprised that my usually quite frugal husband was willing, and I was so touched. He will use it in his business down the road a ways, so it was a good purchase. So, I also have alot to learn in using it. I got it all set up this morning, but my ultra-smart daughter has the pass phrase in her ultra-cute little head that will allow me to get hooked up to the network in this house, so once I have that, I should be in business. I am surprised at how easy it is to use, so learning this will not be that difficult.
I am off to my day. It will be a crazy one...anyone want a banana split? How about chocolate parfait? A dutch letter sundae? A butterfinger avalanche? I could go on...
Have a very happy Thursday. :)
I am employed, halejulah, holy crap, I have a job! And it's a good job, one that I can be proud of, and the potential is there to very quickly put me back where I was financially. Yes! I cannot believe my good fortune.
I would love to spill the name of the business that I will be running, but it's a corporate job, and the "center" that I am going to be managing is owned by the actual national corporation. So, I will tell you all the kind of business it is, and then give you enough hints to let you all know what it is. I wouldn't want my little old blog to come up on any search engine that is being used by an actual corporate employee. I will be running a store that sells and directs a program to lose weight. The first letter of the name is the 12th letter of the alphabet, the second letter of the name is the first letter of the alphabet, (this is also a huge city in California), and then losing weight is the next phrase in the name, in a different order. I hope you all can get it from this----and no, I have no experience with this company personally, although I have known a few that have used it and had complete success. I have alot to learn, as I will be the head honcho in the store, and if I have my way about it, I will be running the district before long, teehee. I have to leave for Minneapolis on Sunday, and I will be there two weeks. It is a long training session, I'll agree, but apparently the company believes in being trained and prepared for the position. I am excited and a touch nervous, although as a rule, I don't let these things get to me too much. Mostly, I am trying to prepare for being away from home for so long. That will be difficult, as life does go on here. Mark is also starting his new career tomorrow, and will be gone from tonight until Saturday night, so things are a little messed up around here...but in a good way. And of course, today is the beginning of TULIP TIME, and I have committed myself and most of those I know to working at the ICS for the next few days.
Because I am expected to dress the part, and wear a suit each day to work, ugh, I had to go shopping last evening. And you all know how I love to shop. But I managed to find enough things to get me through, to supplement what I already had, and I should be okay for awhile. I bought a pair of pants, a skirt, three spring sweaters and three blouses and a pair of shoes for just over two hundred dollars, I thought I did pretty well. Mark went along and got himself several shirts and ties and shoes, as his new position is a tie and jacket sort of deal. Like he says, he's so hot he can't keep his hands off himself. (Good heavens, what did I marry?)
I am truly excited at the prospect of my actual job. Many years ago, I lost a lot of weight, with a ton of perseverance and commitment and hard freakin' work. I cannot tell you the power there was in the feeling of being able to reach that goal. It is often the hardest thing we ever have to do. I want to experience being able to help others do that, especially women, because I completely understand the mindset of most women, and I truly believe I can make a difference in how it works for them. A woman's self image is tied to every other aspect of her life, if she is unhappy with her body, then she is missing out on a huge part of her life. I know many of you know what I'm talking about...and I want to help them understand the their beauty comes from the inside, regardless of the outer package. So, I have alot to do. Along with selling the products and programs that will put food on my own table. :)
So, after we went shopping last evening, we went and had my favorite celebratory beverage, and there is none better than that that is brewed by the Rock Bottom. It was wonderful, just Mark and I, sitting there and planning what will hopefully be the best time of our lives. It was at that point that we decided that I cannot live without a computer for the next two weeks, and my sweet husband went and bought a laptop for me to take with me. So, I can still blog, and chat with Soul each morning, and pay the bills and take care of all the mundane computer tasks that I need to for the ICS and others....ugh. But anyway, I was very surprised that my usually quite frugal husband was willing, and I was so touched. He will use it in his business down the road a ways, so it was a good purchase. So, I also have alot to learn in using it. I got it all set up this morning, but my ultra-smart daughter has the pass phrase in her ultra-cute little head that will allow me to get hooked up to the network in this house, so once I have that, I should be in business. I am surprised at how easy it is to use, so learning this will not be that difficult.
I am off to my day. It will be a crazy one...anyone want a banana split? How about chocolate parfait? A dutch letter sundae? A butterfinger avalanche? I could go on...
Have a very happy Thursday. :)
Monday, April 21, 2008
Kitty CSI
I am still alive, I worked terribly hard yesterday, and I lived to tell the tale. I have a kitty, that would be the one I refer to as #2, that almost didn't however. Poor little Meisha, she had a terribly traumatic day...she is about as curious as any cat I have ever been around, and every little thing that I pulled out and sat on the table in the kitchen, had to be inspected and approved by her. I love to watch her investigate things, she make me laugh out loud every day. Yesterday however, she really, really was on a roll, very playful, and investigative, a regular CSI. When I left the room at one point, I left a giant box of already priced glassware sitting on top of the step-stool that I had been using. I heard the most deafening crash and the unmistakable sound of glass breaking, and poor little Meisha came flying out of the rubble like she was on fire. No, nearly nothing survived. Almost every piece in that box broke in the fall from only about three feet up to the floor below. It was quite a mess, and one I had to clean up quickly before we had glass shards in little paws. Just as soon as I sat back down from that little escapade, I heard another huge crash...since the weather yesterday was finally beautiful, I had many windows wide open...once again, Meisha went flying out of the room, and I realized the window that she had been sitting in, had come crashing down, apparently nearly on top of her, poor little thing. She is apparently fine, but she was a little skittish last night, hmmmm....I wonder why?
I made a huge dent in the workload yesterday, and my body feels it this morning, OMG. There is still plenty left to do, but I have time. It is hard but it feels freeing at the same time. My house is looking a little bare, though, not really like my home anymore.
Steph (my youngest's gf) came over in the evening, and brought her sister and her new twins. I have to say those babies are beautiful. They are five weeks old, and just plain yummy. It was hard having them here, I wanted to cry at my own daughters loss a couple of months back, on the other hand, it was good for me to be with them. I held one of them for quite a while. The feeling of a baby in my arms is one that is completely natural to me, and I couldn't help myself from wishing this one was the one I should/would have been holding in a few months had things worked the way I wanted them to. But I know that God knows best. I guess that's all I have to say about that.
Janelle and Craig came over earlier in the day, they helped me a little. All in all, it was a good day, and today will be much the same. I will have Mark's help today, that will be better.
Happy Monday to you all.
I made a huge dent in the workload yesterday, and my body feels it this morning, OMG. There is still plenty left to do, but I have time. It is hard but it feels freeing at the same time. My house is looking a little bare, though, not really like my home anymore.
Steph (my youngest's gf) came over in the evening, and brought her sister and her new twins. I have to say those babies are beautiful. They are five weeks old, and just plain yummy. It was hard having them here, I wanted to cry at my own daughters loss a couple of months back, on the other hand, it was good for me to be with them. I held one of them for quite a while. The feeling of a baby in my arms is one that is completely natural to me, and I couldn't help myself from wishing this one was the one I should/would have been holding in a few months had things worked the way I wanted them to. But I know that God knows best. I guess that's all I have to say about that.
Janelle and Craig came over earlier in the day, they helped me a little. All in all, it was a good day, and today will be much the same. I will have Mark's help today, that will be better.
Happy Monday to you all.
Friday, April 18, 2008
THE ego and THE force...
I am really late in posting, aren't I? About a day and a half late, I think. I have been running around like a chicken with no head, and today is not looking any better. And yes, I have seen the proverbial chicken running, my grandmother used to take off their heads on a stump with her foot when I was a tiny, tiny child...it was rather gross....
I had an awesome interview yesterday, and today I'm filled with fear that I won't be offered the position. Yesterday, I felt so positive but overnight I have begun to reason with myself why I wouldn't be their first call. Who knows? Job hunting is a real ego destroyer, and even when I have had no real rejection yet, it stings to think that I would. I suppose we protect ourselves this way, although I really do believe I am a little old to feel this insecure. See what I mean? The position in question was at a place where I could feel very much that I belong, and let me tell you, that's hard to find. So, in my head, that is the one. I do however, have another interview coming up next week that would also be a very fun place to work and the money would be doable. So I can only say, it beats the hell out of me, all of it.
Mark took a job on Wednesday. It is sales, something that he has had no real experience with, and it is a total sink or swim position. I support him completely, I do believe he has it in him to be wonderful at it.
It looks like we will be moving within the next three weeks or so, and how I am going to manage that is completely undecided. Oh yes, I have all the time in the world to pack up a three bedroom, two bath, three garage house, and move it. Just like that. No problem. We will go to an apartment in the city, and frankly, I cannot wait. I just don't want to have to actually DO it. UGH. Help!
Beyond all of this, I have no idea which project I will tackle first today, I have so many to accomplish. I should get myself in gear. The force be with you, or with me, whichever. :)
I had an awesome interview yesterday, and today I'm filled with fear that I won't be offered the position. Yesterday, I felt so positive but overnight I have begun to reason with myself why I wouldn't be their first call. Who knows? Job hunting is a real ego destroyer, and even when I have had no real rejection yet, it stings to think that I would. I suppose we protect ourselves this way, although I really do believe I am a little old to feel this insecure. See what I mean? The position in question was at a place where I could feel very much that I belong, and let me tell you, that's hard to find. So, in my head, that is the one. I do however, have another interview coming up next week that would also be a very fun place to work and the money would be doable. So I can only say, it beats the hell out of me, all of it.
Mark took a job on Wednesday. It is sales, something that he has had no real experience with, and it is a total sink or swim position. I support him completely, I do believe he has it in him to be wonderful at it.
It looks like we will be moving within the next three weeks or so, and how I am going to manage that is completely undecided. Oh yes, I have all the time in the world to pack up a three bedroom, two bath, three garage house, and move it. Just like that. No problem. We will go to an apartment in the city, and frankly, I cannot wait. I just don't want to have to actually DO it. UGH. Help!
Beyond all of this, I have no idea which project I will tackle first today, I have so many to accomplish. I should get myself in gear. The force be with you, or with me, whichever. :)
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Ice cream age limit?
So, this day has been hard, and to make it even worse, I seem to have picked up a bit of dyslexia, because I cannot type, so please forgive me.
I'm tired, and feeling like perhaps I am not the perfect candidate for Ice Cream Slinging, as it is hard work, and this old woman cannot take it! But I managed today, and it was busy. And my son who is actually taking on the task of running the store is doing a wonderful job, and I am proud of him...
So now i have to write the said "business plan". I'm worn out and probably unable to put much together, and the beer I have beside me probably isn't helping. Or maybe it is, I haven't decided.
I'll keep you posted. :)
I'm tired, and feeling like perhaps I am not the perfect candidate for Ice Cream Slinging, as it is hard work, and this old woman cannot take it! But I managed today, and it was busy. And my son who is actually taking on the task of running the store is doing a wonderful job, and I am proud of him...
So now i have to write the said "business plan". I'm worn out and probably unable to put much together, and the beer I have beside me probably isn't helping. Or maybe it is, I haven't decided.
I'll keep you posted. :)
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Sleepy...
I'm getting lazy in my old age, this morning, I'm up now, and oh-so-tired. I have been sleeping in until nearly seven each day, only being woke up by the phone - one kid or another or both or all, checking in. In the past, by seven am, I have been awake a minimum of three hours, sometimes more. I'm not sure which I like better, I have always enjoyed the quiet time of the beyond early morning, but recently, sleeping feels pretty wonderful.
I'm off to two interviews today, one is with a headhunter, and I think they will have some temporary work that I can do...should I not hear from one of the employers that I do believe will try to hire me this week. I know both of them want me, however the money is the issue. I do not come cheap, and I am well worth what I require. If you have me, you have a committed and dedicated, hard working employee. And that costs money. We will see.
Mark is going with me, I'm wondering if we can keep from killing one another in the car...could be interesting. It isn't really that bad, just tense and quiet. Not my thing. Ugh.
Happy day to each of you...:)
I'm off to two interviews today, one is with a headhunter, and I think they will have some temporary work that I can do...should I not hear from one of the employers that I do believe will try to hire me this week. I know both of them want me, however the money is the issue. I do not come cheap, and I am well worth what I require. If you have me, you have a committed and dedicated, hard working employee. And that costs money. We will see.
Mark is going with me, I'm wondering if we can keep from killing one another in the car...could be interesting. It isn't really that bad, just tense and quiet. Not my thing. Ugh.
Happy day to each of you...:)
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Just call her Gnarls (Barkley)
This (see above) is the source of many of my most recent problems....seriously, she will be lucky if i let her live. UGH. It is no fun having a CrazyDog, there are times I fantasize about opening the front door and just letting her leave; however, I know she would return. And yes, I do love her. And no, not as much as Mark, but I love her nonetheless, but she has been C-R-A-Z-Y for all of her life...13 LONG years. And the problem is progressing. We have her on full time tranquilizers, but they really are not working too well anymore. She cannot/will not relax. EVER. I really do feel sorry for her, I think it must feel like living in a perpetual panic attack, and that would certainly suck. BUT, it is really getting to be a burden on us, as well. There is no way that either Mark or I could do anything to her, such as get rid of her, I am really only joking about that, but some times with her are worse than others, and these past couple of days have been about as bad as it can get. But I post her picture here so that you all can see how cute she looks, and it will be a blessing to her if the weather ever warms up. Her fur is so hot in the summer time, I can't make her keep it, and we always have her shaved this time of year, but this year it is still too cold, so I do think that is part of her problem right now...she wears a sweatshirt when she gets really cold, but that too, makes her unhappy. I swear, if it's not kids causing problems, it's animals. On the really lucky days, it's kids and animals...LOL
This has been a pretty easy day, no help is required at the ICS, so Mark and I actually went grocery shopping, together. UGH----I need a job, if only to make myself unavailable to doing that, once again. You all know how much I HATE to shop, and Mark really is the shopping master, much better at it, and way more patient with it than I.
Soon- very, VERY soon. :) Later.
Friday, April 11, 2008
The wonder of it all
It's Friday, again. Holy crap, am I in a time warp? I wonder now how I had the time to work...it seems that my days are full and busy, and over so quickly. However, my main job right now is finding a job, and that does take a LOT of time.
Things in that department are looking up, I have had a couple of promising interviews, and I have a couple more next week. Any of them would be fine, I'll take whatever if I can live on the pay. I have realized that I am quite full of shit and can write a bullshit letter with the best of them; I applied for a job with the state, and somehow, SOMEHOW, I have made it through the first couple of hoops that are required to jump through. Now, this job that I am talking about would be a dream job, and frankly, there is no way I have any clue what the hell they are talking about when it comes to the actual job---I know nothing about overweight semi trucks or the intrastate commerce that comes from a whole pot of acronyms that the state of Iowa just loves to use, but I did receive a letter from them, wanting me to outline my understanding and experience with such....and I wrote a killer letter. Let me tell you, there is no way I am going to hear from them again, but I was proud of my success in writing it. I sounded like an intelligent woman, which in the middle of real life, you sort of forget you are. So, there goes two hours of my life, I will never see again....teehee.
Life in our house has settled into a routine, one of us goes to the Ice Cream Store, the other stays home and does the job search thing or Mark works on the house. We have put a for sale sign in the front yard, that makes me feel a little strange. I avoid looking at it, which is odd, I am the one who wants out of this town so badly, but the very idea of someone else living in my house is a bit hurtful.
The Ice Cream business has not been good, but hell - the weather this year is NOT conducive to eating frozen ANYTHING...will spring ever arrive? Yesterday we had tornadoes in the area, today it will snow....what a weird year for weather.
I will have to post a photo of CrazyDog, we had her shaved yesterday...and she looks so cute. She is NOT happy however, last night she protested, ALL NIGHT LONG. It is so much fun to live with a crazy animal, it certainly provides entertainment.
Hope you all have a great day---I will catch you later. :)
Things in that department are looking up, I have had a couple of promising interviews, and I have a couple more next week. Any of them would be fine, I'll take whatever if I can live on the pay. I have realized that I am quite full of shit and can write a bullshit letter with the best of them; I applied for a job with the state, and somehow, SOMEHOW, I have made it through the first couple of hoops that are required to jump through. Now, this job that I am talking about would be a dream job, and frankly, there is no way I have any clue what the hell they are talking about when it comes to the actual job---I know nothing about overweight semi trucks or the intrastate commerce that comes from a whole pot of acronyms that the state of Iowa just loves to use, but I did receive a letter from them, wanting me to outline my understanding and experience with such....and I wrote a killer letter. Let me tell you, there is no way I am going to hear from them again, but I was proud of my success in writing it. I sounded like an intelligent woman, which in the middle of real life, you sort of forget you are. So, there goes two hours of my life, I will never see again....teehee.
Life in our house has settled into a routine, one of us goes to the Ice Cream Store, the other stays home and does the job search thing or Mark works on the house. We have put a for sale sign in the front yard, that makes me feel a little strange. I avoid looking at it, which is odd, I am the one who wants out of this town so badly, but the very idea of someone else living in my house is a bit hurtful.
The Ice Cream business has not been good, but hell - the weather this year is NOT conducive to eating frozen ANYTHING...will spring ever arrive? Yesterday we had tornadoes in the area, today it will snow....what a weird year for weather.
I will have to post a photo of CrazyDog, we had her shaved yesterday...and she looks so cute. She is NOT happy however, last night she protested, ALL NIGHT LONG. It is so much fun to live with a crazy animal, it certainly provides entertainment.
Hope you all have a great day---I will catch you later. :)
Saturday, March 22, 2008
It's Spring, so why is it so cold?
Happy Saturday before Easter. It is late for me to get here, my schedule is all out of whack. Everything in my life is out of whack, if you want the truth.
My little sis and most of her family is here, Carli, my three year old niece is a trip. She is a total chatterbox, and such a little beauty.
Today is my Mother's birthday, she is 73. I think she will be getting out of the hospital this morning. We will all converge on her house this afternoon. I have the dinner all ready, but I do think I will make a chocolate cake this morning, as not everyone likes cheesecake.
Today is also the anniversary of my Snowman's death - three years ago today, we had to put him down. I have never been the same. I know he is in doggie heaven, waiting for me, and I look forward to seeing him as much as I do anyone else. The photo I have posted here is one that was taken just before he died, after he was very sick. He was a beautiful little Shar-pei, full of fun and energy all the time. I miss him more than I can say.
Well, on to brighter things...
Carli loved her Easter basket, I let her have it last night, so that it wouldn't interfere with the one from the real bunny on Sunday morning. She is a funny girl, wasn't really interested in the candy, but loved the toys and stuffed animals I bought. My kids were all candy hounds, still are, actually. Carli actually had a banana when she got here, although my house is full of junk and she could have had anything she wanted. It made me laugh. In fact, she is a tomato freak. She would rather have tomatoes than anything in the world. When she was really little, barely walking, she would visit our Ice Cream Store, and eat pickles. Good habits, really. I hope they stick all her life.
Have a great Saturday. I plan to....and I will try to take pics of the family gathering, if I can remember, these days, I hardly remember my name. Later.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
You and I travel to the beat of a different drum
And we meet again, same bat time, same bat channel.
I accomplished alot today:
I took a shovel to my bedroom. No exaggeration here, it was awful. Years of papers stacked here and there, mostly there, as Mark uses his dresser as a desk. Years of clothes that I don't wear and never will wear put into a pile for the garage sale. It made a huge difference, and just looking at it makes me feel better.
I went to the hospital today. My mom is better, there is talk of letting her go home on Saturday, which is her birthday, so the timing is good.
I went to the grocery store again today. I have been to the store more in the past two weeks than I have in the past decade. No, I still don't like doing it any better.
I applied for another gazillion jobs. I have a telephone interview scheduled for four pm on Monday, at least that is some kind of progress. Mark and I have been asked to schedule a tour and have dinner with another place of potential employment, it is a job for the both of us. I called and left a message to schedule it, and haven't heard anything back, yet.
I had a disturbing argument with my daughter, I can't say that made me feel good.
My back is still killing me, which is why I am sitting here again, at the computer.
I spent a small fortune on Easter for my niece's, Alex and Carli. That was fun. Carli's basket is quite adorable, even if I do say so myself. I miss having little kids.
My younger sister, Shell and her family will arrive tomorrow. I am very happy about having Carli here for the weekend, she is three, and quite a little chatterbox. I have a ton of cooking to do in the morning, we are getting together on Saturday afternoon for a birthday celebration for my mom. I will make and take the dinner - pulled barbecue chicken sandwiches, potato salad, cheese cake. All of it is easy to make ahead, so I will do it in the morning.
Happy Friday to you all. :)
I accomplished alot today:
I took a shovel to my bedroom. No exaggeration here, it was awful. Years of papers stacked here and there, mostly there, as Mark uses his dresser as a desk. Years of clothes that I don't wear and never will wear put into a pile for the garage sale. It made a huge difference, and just looking at it makes me feel better.
I went to the hospital today. My mom is better, there is talk of letting her go home on Saturday, which is her birthday, so the timing is good.
I went to the grocery store again today. I have been to the store more in the past two weeks than I have in the past decade. No, I still don't like doing it any better.
I applied for another gazillion jobs. I have a telephone interview scheduled for four pm on Monday, at least that is some kind of progress. Mark and I have been asked to schedule a tour and have dinner with another place of potential employment, it is a job for the both of us. I called and left a message to schedule it, and haven't heard anything back, yet.
I had a disturbing argument with my daughter, I can't say that made me feel good.
My back is still killing me, which is why I am sitting here again, at the computer.
I spent a small fortune on Easter for my niece's, Alex and Carli. That was fun. Carli's basket is quite adorable, even if I do say so myself. I miss having little kids.
My younger sister, Shell and her family will arrive tomorrow. I am very happy about having Carli here for the weekend, she is three, and quite a little chatterbox. I have a ton of cooking to do in the morning, we are getting together on Saturday afternoon for a birthday celebration for my mom. I will make and take the dinner - pulled barbecue chicken sandwiches, potato salad, cheese cake. All of it is easy to make ahead, so I will do it in the morning.
Happy Friday to you all. :)
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Nothing will work unless you do. Maya Angelou
Not to much to talk about here in umemploymentville...
My mom is improving. She still has a really long way to go, but she looked and felt alot better when I got to the hospital yesterday. She actually sat up and talked for awhile, and ate a couple of bites of food.
I have been on the computer for what feels like days, looking at job descriptions and submitting resumes. Mark has been on even longer. Surely, something will fall into place.
I don't feel well this morning, can't decide if it's my stomach or my back--or maybe both, I don't want this damned flu that everyone has.
Hope you all have a wonderful Tuesday. :)
My mom is improving. She still has a really long way to go, but she looked and felt alot better when I got to the hospital yesterday. She actually sat up and talked for awhile, and ate a couple of bites of food.
I have been on the computer for what feels like days, looking at job descriptions and submitting resumes. Mark has been on even longer. Surely, something will fall into place.
I don't feel well this morning, can't decide if it's my stomach or my back--or maybe both, I don't want this damned flu that everyone has.
Hope you all have a wonderful Tuesday. :)
Monday, March 17, 2008
Frustration with a capital F
Another Monday, but not exactly the regular kind of Monday; frankly, I'd rather be bitching and moaning about another week of work beginning. Ugh.
Yesterday, just as I was finishing up my very time consuming picture post, my phone rang, and my mom had just been transported by ambulance to the hospital. We rushed over, turns out it is pneumonia, and that explains why she has been unable to breathe for the past couple of days. She looks about as bad as anyone can, and still be alive. I do not believe that pneumonia is the whole problem, and I worry even more because she is now in the tiny, tiny, not very reliable hospital in her town, but recently, she has been in the huge variety in the city, and the treatment and reliability of what they were doing was no better there. We spent the day with her, or traveling from out town to hers, and then going back. My oldest sister, Trav came down, also. It will help having her here, she is good in times such as these, she is way more patient and kind than I ever thought of being. My younger sister would be here, too but she is still unable to get out of her bed, and help for her is still almost a month away. She and my mom are both suffering from issues in their spines, my mom actually has a fractured disc and for that reason, is unable to get around without help, and if you all remember, her doctors have tried a couple of times to go in and fix it, but her lung problems have prevented it twice now. Her pain level from her back is off the chart, so pain medication is a HUGE part of her life, and dealing with her on any kind of normal level is very frustrating for me. She is either so drugged up that I cannot have a conversation with her, or crying from pain and begging for pills. The whole scene is heartbreaking to watch, and being still, in that hospital room with her, is torture for me. Yes, I know that this is not about me, but I am still left to deal with it, and I find myself just wanting to run the hell out of there - I am such a bad daughter. But I will do the best I can, and fight the urge to run, I know that my time with her is limited.
I have sent out several resumes, apparently doing that after I've had a couple of drinks is becoming my favorite pastime; who knows what I'm saying or telling these potential employers? Rocket scientist? You bet. PHD in psychology? Why not. Not really, but I probably should only do that when I haven't been tipping the brown bottles. It's amazing to me how out of it I can feel after only one or two, wouldn't you think by now I would build up a resistance?
There is not one thing normal of stable in my life right now. Not for me, Mark or Janelle. I have no idea what the future holds for any one of us. I do know that when I think about it, really let myself think about it, I want to hyperventilate. We are not broke, not even close, but seriously, it won't be too long. I cannot imagine my life, driving to and actually working in any other place at this time, but I am literally freaked out from fear, and I have to find a job. I keep telling myself to hold off, see what happens with Mark, see what will happen for him, and then work around it. But if any of you really know me, you know that I will not be able to sit idly by and wait. I am a woman of action...if you need a job, go get one. If you need to do anything, just freakin' do it. I don't know what to expect from the Ice Cream Store when it opens, I really do need to be there for awhile with Craig to help him get it rolling. But my fear will not let me wait, and I wonder if I'm going to make a mistake that will result in other issues. Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT. I also know that having all of this time together will not result in good things for Mark and I and our relationship, it seems that he cannot do anything right for me, and the truth is, he is doing nothing wrong. We are both edgy and difficult to be around. I really do feel sorry for Janelle, she amazes and dismays me with her I'm-not-the-slightest-bit-worried-about-the-future attitude, and I know that both Mark and I are no fun to live with right now. I feel completely unable to help her with any of her issues and questions about where to go or what to do, I just want to scream at her to get a job and stop thinking it all to death. She was and still is planning to move to NC, but now those plans are being held up a little, and of course, she wonders if that isn't the right thing for her, hell --- I don't KNOW. I don't know anything. At all. About anyone.
Happy Monday. If you have a place of employment to go to today, and if that place of employment is the slightest bit bearable and pays all of your bills, say a thank you to the God of your choice. And think of me. :)
Yesterday, just as I was finishing up my very time consuming picture post, my phone rang, and my mom had just been transported by ambulance to the hospital. We rushed over, turns out it is pneumonia, and that explains why she has been unable to breathe for the past couple of days. She looks about as bad as anyone can, and still be alive. I do not believe that pneumonia is the whole problem, and I worry even more because she is now in the tiny, tiny, not very reliable hospital in her town, but recently, she has been in the huge variety in the city, and the treatment and reliability of what they were doing was no better there. We spent the day with her, or traveling from out town to hers, and then going back. My oldest sister, Trav came down, also. It will help having her here, she is good in times such as these, she is way more patient and kind than I ever thought of being. My younger sister would be here, too but she is still unable to get out of her bed, and help for her is still almost a month away. She and my mom are both suffering from issues in their spines, my mom actually has a fractured disc and for that reason, is unable to get around without help, and if you all remember, her doctors have tried a couple of times to go in and fix it, but her lung problems have prevented it twice now. Her pain level from her back is off the chart, so pain medication is a HUGE part of her life, and dealing with her on any kind of normal level is very frustrating for me. She is either so drugged up that I cannot have a conversation with her, or crying from pain and begging for pills. The whole scene is heartbreaking to watch, and being still, in that hospital room with her, is torture for me. Yes, I know that this is not about me, but I am still left to deal with it, and I find myself just wanting to run the hell out of there - I am such a bad daughter. But I will do the best I can, and fight the urge to run, I know that my time with her is limited.
I have sent out several resumes, apparently doing that after I've had a couple of drinks is becoming my favorite pastime; who knows what I'm saying or telling these potential employers? Rocket scientist? You bet. PHD in psychology? Why not. Not really, but I probably should only do that when I haven't been tipping the brown bottles. It's amazing to me how out of it I can feel after only one or two, wouldn't you think by now I would build up a resistance?
There is not one thing normal of stable in my life right now. Not for me, Mark or Janelle. I have no idea what the future holds for any one of us. I do know that when I think about it, really let myself think about it, I want to hyperventilate. We are not broke, not even close, but seriously, it won't be too long. I cannot imagine my life, driving to and actually working in any other place at this time, but I am literally freaked out from fear, and I have to find a job. I keep telling myself to hold off, see what happens with Mark, see what will happen for him, and then work around it. But if any of you really know me, you know that I will not be able to sit idly by and wait. I am a woman of action...if you need a job, go get one. If you need to do anything, just freakin' do it. I don't know what to expect from the Ice Cream Store when it opens, I really do need to be there for awhile with Craig to help him get it rolling. But my fear will not let me wait, and I wonder if I'm going to make a mistake that will result in other issues. Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT. I also know that having all of this time together will not result in good things for Mark and I and our relationship, it seems that he cannot do anything right for me, and the truth is, he is doing nothing wrong. We are both edgy and difficult to be around. I really do feel sorry for Janelle, she amazes and dismays me with her I'm-not-the-slightest-bit-worried-about-the-future attitude, and I know that both Mark and I are no fun to live with right now. I feel completely unable to help her with any of her issues and questions about where to go or what to do, I just want to scream at her to get a job and stop thinking it all to death. She was and still is planning to move to NC, but now those plans are being held up a little, and of course, she wonders if that isn't the right thing for her, hell --- I don't KNOW. I don't know anything. At all. About anyone.
Happy Monday. If you have a place of employment to go to today, and if that place of employment is the slightest bit bearable and pays all of your bills, say a thank you to the God of your choice. And think of me. :)
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