Archive for the ‘Life’ Category
A long time ago, about 21 years to be exact, I had this marvelous coat. It was hunter green. It was fleece. It was perfect. The pockets were perfect. The fit was perfect. The amount of warmth it provided was perfect. I loved that coat.
One day I noticed that the pocket was torn, so I sewed it up. Superman saw me doing that and suggested it was time to get a new coat. I protested…mightily. Through sheer will I made that coat last another 2 years. Superman still had no idea how many times I sewed up various parts of that coat when he wasn’t around. Finally he made me throw it away…under MUCH weeping and gnashing of teeth. I still remind him of that coat from time to time…but I’m not bitter.
Over the years I have had other beloved items. Particularly sweaters. The one I’m wearing right now is one of them. It used to be a lovely rose color. Now it is a …uh…dusty faded pink, and has some slight bleach spots on the arms, but it fits perfect. The pockets are perfect. The amount of warmth it provides is perfect. Suuuurrre it is pilly in some places and snagged in many others, but it still is perfect.
3 days ago the girl pointed out that I have a hole in the back of it. Fortunately Superman doesn’t know yet. He doesn’t know that I’ve already sewed up one of the pockets, and today….today I’m sewing up that hole. I can make this one last AT LEAST another 2 years before he gets a hold of it.
Just so you know, next Monday I’ll be much happier because I will have acquired one more hour of sleep, thank you daylight savings time.
Saturday Superman and I were discussing the fact that he hasn’t had any tickets/wrecks in quite some time, and I had to brag that I hadn’t been on the receiving end of a ticket since about 14 years ago…pat myself on the back.
Sunday I was driving up to the parents. I was blasting some Carrie Underwood and singing at the top of my lungs because Carrie Underwood is great to belt songs with. Had I a hair brush that would have been my microphone. I saw some flashing lights in my rear view. Didn’t even cross my mind that they were for me…until they didn’t stop. oopsie
Well, Mr. Babyface Officer said I was doing 43 in a 25. I think Mr. Babyface just wanted to see me smile, because his radar HAD to be miscalibrated. I don’t drive fast. Mr. Babyface, don’t hand people $90 tickets and then tell them to have a nice day. Your words are futile.
The word just inspires peace.
Want to see some more peace?
This is the view outside our room. Actually I was standing inside our room to take the picture.
This crane has been here since we have. It is so funny to watch.
This is where we are staying. Our room is 3rd from the left side.
You are allowed to drive on the beach. It is the coolest thing EVER. Except for the view, and the jacuzzi tub, and the everything else.
Hello Monday. I’m for once happy to see you. You see Monday…on vacation… is a beautiful thing!
Before we left on vacation, I consulted my good friend Google for directions on how to navigate to Corolla, NC. Google was great up to a certain point.
Then I totally feel that Google was misled, because I KNOW Google would never steer me wrong.
Go I 77 south…check
Take 64 E…check
Take exit 177 for I 295…uhhh….I don’t see that Superman! NO, wait…264 and 295 are the same thing. Panic averted…check
Hey! Navigator what do I do now?
SM squints at the instructions…then, because he can’t see them, he hands my phone to me as I’m speeding down I264/295 doing 70 and being passed by all. Dude! I’m driving here! Your gonna have to read it to me!
Take exit 15B to go I64 W…huh? Okay…exit 15B it is. Only….we are not on I 64…but we are going west, when we are supposed to go south, huh…SM! Wake up! I don’t know where to go. I don’t know where we are going!! SM!!!!!
Squint, squint, tries to hand my phone over. CC is now in full panic mode.
Take exit 291 B to merge with 168 S Great Bridge/Nags Head Okay. I’m looking for the ever elusive exit only there isn’t a 291. CC continues to drive, panicked and nauseous. Superman tries to go back to sleep, but OH NO! If I’m panicked, then he is going to panic with me! It is only fair.
Finally I see 168 S. Whew….only not.
I turn us on to 168 S Business route. At least we found a Walmart to stop at, get me something that I had forgot to pack, and get directions. Real directions GOOGLE. Real directions.
More driving. More muttering under my breath. More looking for a Great Bridge/Nags Head exit. Hey Google! They don’t have that sign up anymore. Ya might want to redo some directions,,,,
Finally we see a sign for Great Bridge, so I follow that one, thinking that at least now I’m going south instead of west. And Hey! Google! 168 turns into 158. Might want to tell the next people this so they don’t try to kill their navigator. It would save some angst…lots of angst.
But we made it. It is lovely here and SM wants to move here.
We ate at a fabulous Italian restaurant last night. The waitress was Russian. She said she moved here because she fell in love. Obviously she is a spy. Seriously. Hasn’t anyone watched CSI, NCIS, or SVU?
I was cold yesterday. Anyone who knows me, knows I RARELY get cold. If anything for the last year or so I’ve been overly hot and the back of my hair is usually wet with all the
sweating perspiring glowing I’ve got going on. Even in the winter people. THE WINTER! Yesterday however I was wrapped in a down blanket, kitten under the blanket laying on my feet, Superman snuggled against me and I was STILL cold. I’m even cold this morning.
Confession time: It has been a week since I have run the vacuum. Slacker city, I know. Please don’t ask how long it as been since I have dusted. It is shameful!
Last night Superman almost had a heart attack. His beloved DVD/blueray player stopped working. I know. The HORROR! He put in movie after movie trying to convince himself that it was just a particular DVD that was messing with it. He rearranged HDMI cords, and for a half an hour he fussed and tried to fix it. Much to his despair. I kept telling him that it was okay sweetie. That we could get another one….but it would be awhile. He was not comforted. Finally…finally he unplugged it and plugged it back in. Voila! It is working. Crisis averted and now I don’t have to purchase another DVD player. Whew!
Dark bedroom. CC is tossing and turning. She has hardly gotten any sleep. The horrendous noise of an alarm sounds. Superman grunts to get up to turn off the violent noise.
CC: Be careful, the cat barfed on the floor.
The alarm is turned off.
SM: (squish) Your right she did.
CC: ewwwwwwwww (laughing…and laughing…and laughing, rolls over and goes right to sleep for 4 lovely hours)
Hello Monday. I’m so glad to see you today.
Saturday the girl and her man got married.
It was a lovely ceremony. But it wasn’t without its hiccups.
~~ the music didn’t start on time, so we were all late coming down the isle
~~ when it did, it was the wrong music
~~ my sister in Nebraska Skype’d the ceremony, only to have her laptop do a windows update smack in the middle of the vows which prompted her to call me to tell me about it in. the. middle. of. the. ceremony. Yes, that was me answering the phone in the middle of a wedding. Rude, CC, RUDE!
Irregardless of that,
~~ the bride was stunning
~~ the flower girls were adorable
~~ the mother of the bride cried
~~ the boy took pictures, and sadly all the pictures of Superman and I with the bride and groom were fuzzy…bummer
~~ the reception was lovely
~~ the food was fabulous
~~ the cakes were beautiful
~~ the grandmother of the bride was beyond THE. BEST. EVER!!!
~~ I’m so glad that it is over. Let the grandchildren begin!
Laying in bed this morning I had a wonderful question to ask y’all.
Unfortunately the brain deleted it. I have been sitting here for about 10 minutes trying to remember. I just know I’ll remember in about 2 hours.
I was doing some research on BVO in Mountain Dew trying to show Superman that it really isn’t smart to drink it….because 1. drinking oil??? ewwwwwwww and 2. fire retardant??? ewwwww
It led me to this which says that PepsiCo uses aborted fetal cells in flavor research and in their products to make it taste better. Senomyx says “Using isolated human taste receptors, we created proprietary taste receptor-based assay systems that provide a biochemical or electronic readout when a flavor ingredient interacts with the receptor.” however “What they don’t tell the public is that they are using HEK 293 — human embryonic kidney cells taken from an electively aborted baby to produce those receptors”.
I think I’ll stick to water.
My internet is finally working..ish.
~~ My 3 day old modem was deemed broken. They were supposed to overnight me one on Wednesday. I have yet to receive it. AT&T you ROCK!
~~ I got to see my Aunt Cindy this past week. It was so great. I love it when we all get together. Nothing like laughing with family.
~~ Hostess…thank you for coming back to life and bringing me my beloved donettes. It has been all I could do to survive without you.
~~ I was so hoping that the royal baby would have been named something else. Poor kid…George. Georrrrrggge. It is a good thing he is a prince.
~~ Can someone tell me why printer ink is so dang expensive? It is just ink. Bic has pens full of ink for $1.
Seriously wordpress? You go changing everything AGAIN??? and I have to try to figure it out on a Monday no less.
This past week has been a blur.
Most notably have been my dreams of late. They include but are not limited to…
~~ Me being a helicopter pilot
~~ Me teaching sniper scool
~~ Me drawing pictures on the sidewalk with the chalk in my mouth
~~ Me being lost in a maze of school lockers all made of beautifully carved wood with mirrors on the outside of them
And I wonder why I’m not getting rest.
Last week was great. Superman had a 4 day weekend. 2 of those days he didn’t work either job. It was FABULOUS.
One day we were lounging around and I told him all the things I’d miss about him if he died before I did. Morbid. I know but I think a person should hear those things before they keel over…you know…so they will know that the ones left behind told them everything they should.
So, I’m spending 5-10 minutes listing all the lovely things I’ll miss about him. He is smiling, and soaking it in.
When I’m finished, I ask him…”What will you miss about me?” He is quiet for a moment and then replies “I’ll miss the smell of your hair.” I say “okaaaay…what else?” He pauses for a bit longer and I prompt him….”anything else you’ll miss about me?” He says “I’m sure there is, but I can’t think of anything right now”
He is now buried in the back yard. I miss him already.
Rain is all that has been happening around here. Rain and growing grass that hasn’t been mowed in like….forrrevvvverrrrr.
Also, the wedding will be happening sooner than planned. When? Don’t know. Theeeeeyyyyyy don’t even know. All I know is that I took her back to the wedding dress store on Saturday and picked out a totally different dress than the other 2 previous dresses. Also the brides maids list has been made, chopped, revised, chopped again, and revised again. Needless to say, I have NO EARTHLY IDEA what in the world they are doing. I don’t think they do either.
Dog is ill. Every single time she is given bones of any sort, she gets uhh….
the quick step the hershey squirts diarrhea. This time she has decided that my bedroom, the stairs and 2 different places in front of her kennel is the PERFECT place to do that.
Pet peeve alert………..pick up your crap people. Just pick it up. It has a home, it misses its home, take it home so it can be happy.
▬ I have sweated more in the last week than I have in the last year. I hate to sweat. All this next week it is supposed to be in the 90′s. I will henceforth be inside in the lovely air conditioning….not sweating.
▬ Yesterday, the girls man wrecked
Superman’s his truck. Nothing like getting a phone call at 7:30 saying “…uhhh mom… I was in a wreck” to get the blood flowing. And yes everyone, he is fine. The truck, not so much. The parked car he hit because he fell asleep…totaled. The men in my family seem to enjoy giving me heart attacks.
▬ Grocery shopping is so overrated!
▬ Daughter not making no bake cookies like she said she would makes me sad. I have now been craving them for 3 days. sigh!
▬ My cat is staring at me like she is going to eat me if I don’t feed her soon. Must feed animals.
I have learned a lot in these last couple weeks.
♥ Wedding dresses, even ones on sale are great, but then when you add on the veil, the shoes, the foundation undergarment, etc…that “sale” dress costs upwards of $850. And lets not forget alterations.
♥ Frameless glasses will fall apart in your hands when you are least expecting it, prompting you to make a blind dash to the optometrist to see if they can fix it, only to have them tell you that because it is “frameless” they have to send it away, and there is an extra charge for mounting the teeny-tiny nose piece to the lenses, and then because they are bi-focals there is an even bigger charge, and oh yes….if you want the transitions you HAVE to pay extra. Oh…and by the way, you’ll be blind for over a week unless you want to buy another pair outright so you can see for the next week. Hello discontinued Armani frames (free) and lenses (soooo NOT free).
♥ If you loose your first pet, especially Superman’s favorite, you will hoist yourself out of your deliciously comfortable bed and search for the stupid cat for 20 minutes, only to have her found in the first spot you looked for her in the first place.
♥ Wedding cake testing is WONDERFUL.
♥ Putting a woman who is in the throws of “love” in charge of laundry leads to nakedness throughout the house.
♥ Lastly I ran out of butter. I didn’t think it possible, but I did. I’m so ashamed.
Monday…how you terrorize me with your Mondayness.
I got to see my granddaughter twice this week. It was great.
The first time she and her mom brought me my mother’s day gift and some cards. As I was on the floor with her, opening my cards she looked down at my ankle tattoo and said “wassat” and I said “I don’t know, what is it” she backed away horrified and said “iz uh bug”.
Then yesterday the boy’s entire family stopped by for a little bit.
As you know, I don’t dust often. Seriously. I don’t. And as you can see by the evidence below I really don’t.
So I gave my duster to her and she dusted for me, and rearranged all the pictures. I think I’ll leave it like this for a couple days.
I don’t remember much about the rest of the week, because Superman came home after his eye doctor appointment to tell me that he has age related macular degeneration and glaucoma. I can’t seem to think about anything else.
Not much of significance has happened in the last week.
Junior works at a company that ships food to grocery stores. This last week, he brought home 15 pounds of strawberries. The cost??? $3.
So I made freezer jam.
Also since Junior has moved in, we have had to scrunch up our shampoo/conditioner/scrubbie/razors/shower gel/ stuff to make room for his. The girl and I use the same type of razor. So right after he moved in I grabbed a razor to shave the pits. I was busy doing my business, went to rinse the razor and it still had the protective plastic thing over it. Really?!? Who keeps the plastic protector thingie on their razors after it has been used??? And who doesn’t notice that their pits aren’t being shaved???
Oh…and we have had to rearrange the parking situation so he can park his truck in front of the house….I miss my spot.
Hello Internets! It is Monday…again.
* The girl has a new fellow employee at Stuffmart. His name is Trampus. Yes. Trampus. Who in their right mind would burden their child with such a name. Poor kid.
* The other day I was picking up the girl from work and I told her I was so hungry I could eat her arm. She replied “oh no…it is a zombie amomolypse.
* I have rented out the boy’s bedroom to Jr. He is a good friend of the family. It is great to have a young man in the house again.
* I have begun to stop watching the news. The government angers me so much. harumph
* I need to go to the grocery today. What is the thing you run out of the quickest after grocery shopping?
Anyone who knows me, knows that while I don’t dust very often (why bother, it just gets dusty 3 seconds later) but I do not like clutter. I’ve always been “a place for everything, and everything in its place”
This past couple of weeks I’ve been working on a way out of a funk. I have been super Mrs. funk funk funkerson.
Last night I tweeted.
Me: We have GOT to clean the kitchen
Daughter: Why? is someone coming over?
It is time to clean!