Friday, August 28, 2009

The Today Show Critic

I get my news from a few places - The Daily Show, Letterman and the Today Show.  I do also read our paper, but it's pretty blah most of the time.

The Today Show is what I see the most.  Today had some damn interesting stories, like that woman who was found after going missing 18 years ago.  That is amazing to me - how wonderful for that family to have found a loved one after all these years.  How awful they had to live without her all of these years because our justice system let some rapist free, just to go out and, not only do it again, but get away with 18 yrs. of it while he was right under their noses on parole. 

But I digress, I do not really want to talk about our justice system today.  My rantings on that, I am sure, would cause me some major health issues that no pill or doctor would be able to fix.

I want to talk about the people, the everyday people, that end up on the Today Show and other news.  Like this kid:

Or his family - go to about minute 3 and see how this family is dressed. Did they unexpectedly appear on national television? I'm not saying wear a suit or to dress like a movie star, but couldn't the mom wear a cute skirt, some sandals and a cute shirt.  Would that be too much to ask?  And that boy above. Maybe comb his hair and get rid of the stupid looking hat. I bet he wears that hat at the dinner table! The really funny one is the other son. Tube socks? EVER, let alone on national television.  Really? 
 
I have to laugh at the end when Matt Lauer asks about them being concerned about coming forward because they were afraid of being accused of "bad parenting." My response to that is, "No, not because your son had a sand pile collapse on him, but maybe because you let your family go on national television looking like you just rolled out of bed!"

The other funny thing I saw involved some footage from Boston and Sen. Kennedy's viewing.  Caroline Kennedy was walking the crowd thanking people for coming and a woman stops her and says, "We were born just three days apart.  In the same year."  Caroline then says, "Well, you look great."  That was a total lie - the woman looked a good ten years older than Caroline.  Anyway, who says something stupid like that during a funeral setting to a woman you don't even know and who probably doesn't care that your birthdays are three days apart, in the same year? 
 
Of course, who I am to criticize, I am always saying something stupid.  But at least I usually look good doing it.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Leave it to this family to make asses out of themselves.

I don't know why I thought my darling 5 yr. old, or even myself, would shine at his kindgergarten orientation.  I should know better.  About both of us.

Here is how the 1/2 hour went:

CJ:  "Hello Mrs. Smith (not her real name).  My name is CJ."  and he shook her hand.  Whoo.  That went well.  We are off to a good start.

CJ:  ignoring a friend of his from preschool.  Fighting with his older brother.  Playing non-stop with the Smart Board (and I can't say I blame him.  That thing is SO cool!).  I gave her the heads up that he is the youngest of three boys.

Me:  "CJ, you should go introduce yourself to that teacher, too.  She will be helping in the classroom."
CJ:  "You mean that old lady?"
Me: (hoping she did NOT hear him) "Yes, the OLDER woman."  (She was all of mid-50's.)

At one point, I asked him to tell his teacher about something during their conversation and he said, "Why? You already told her."  I'm so proud.

Then there is me:

Me:  to Mrs. Smith, who is expecting - "Congratulations.  Is this your first baby?"
Mrs. Smith:  with a perplexed look on her face, flusters for a moment.  "Well, I have a 3 yr. old daughter.  And I have a son who passed away last year."
Me:  wanting to hug this woman and crawl under a rock all at the same time, "I am so sorry."

We are off to a good start.  Or maybe not.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Why I don't prefer men (as massage therapy clients)

It seems I have been having two types of clients lately - massage therapy virgins (those who are seeing me for their first massage ever) and men.  Often, they fall into both categories.  As I was massaging a male client last night I was thinking about these two things and thinking about why I prefer women clients, ie: why I don't prefer men clients.  Here goes the list:
  1. Men are, by nature, hairier than women.  I have yet to have a woman hairier than any man.  Recently, I had one guy whose arms were so hairy, and not just quantity of hair but LENGTH of hair, that I had to hold down the hair with one thumb and massage with my other hand to keep the hair from getting tangled in my fingers.  Another guy, if it had been closer to Halloween, I would have guessed was wearing his Saskwatch costume.  It's okay, you can go vomit now.  I'll wait.
  2. Men are not as complimentary as women.  Last night a female client told me "That was the best massage I have ever received."  Men say things like, "I feel better," or "My arm still hurts."  Thanks, asshole.
  3. Men tend not to cover up enough for my comfort.  I don't like looking at man boobs or nipples (usually hairy, of course).  I don't like that they stand in the treatment room and talk on the phone in their undies without saying "I'm not ready yet" when I knock on the door.  I had a male client who didn't even bother to cover his undies area.  I walked in and said, "Aren't you cold?" and pulled the sheet and blanket up to his neck.
  4. Many men have gross feet.  Ok, some women can fall into that category, too.  Don't even get me started on men's toenails.  GAG.
  5. Men's physical build is just more dense, muscular and takes up more space.  A lot of the men that come into our clinic are very health conscious and work out.  When one has a lot of dense musculature, it is a much more difficult massage for me.  Especially when they want a deep tissue massage and that is not really my strong point.  Because I am a wimp.
  6. Men mostly only want to go to women therapists.  I think it's all because of that Seinfeld episode when George got a massage by a male therapist and "it moved."  Really, for those men who fall into #5 and want deep tissue, their best bet is to get over their homophobic tendencies about being rubbed down by a man and go to a man therapist.  They are STRONG.
  7. Men ask stupid questions like, "Doesn't your husband mind that you do this?"  Hello?  I'm not giving happy endings here.  In fact, as far as my husband and I are concerned, I am providing you a medical service, mister, and if you think it's anything other than that, you can just leave!  People, check out the empirical evidence that regular massage therapy can lower drug amounts needed to treat patients with diabetes, high blood pressure, arthritis, anxiety/depression and more.  Then do what you can to get your insurance companies to start covering massage therapy instead of pumping society full of drugs when there are other, healthier options!
  8. Men tend to have more skin issues.  Things like ingrown hairs on their backs, pimply skin and other weird rashes.  I had a client who had some nasty rash around his hairline on his neck.  I thought it was some kind of hair clips for a wig/toupee but when he turned over and put his face in the facerest, I saw it was some disgusting shit.  I think I bathed, repeatedly, in Purell for the rest of that massage and even the rest of the day.  Oh, and it just so happens this was also the guy who was in the Saskwatch costume.  Pause for more vomiting.
There you have it.  I'm sure I can think of more reasons, and I probably did last night.  But since I was in the middle of massages, I couldn't take notes.  I don't think my clients would be very happy about that.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

A decision is made.

Remember the emotional turmoil I was in regarding Confirmation Classes for my 7th grader?  No?  Well, check it out here if you want the back story.

I still hadn't made up my mind on Sunday, which was the parent's meeting.  While getting ready for the day, I decided we would not do Confirmation.  My husband's response was what I thought it would be - "Organized religion isn't my thing."  "Though there are certainly benefits to having teens in church on a regular basis, it is not the be all and end all."  "If we have him do it, we have to commit to have the other two do it, too."  "If you want him to do it, I will support that decision, but if you are asking me, I don't think it's necessary."  These are not direct quotes, but you get the idea.  I mulled it over for several days.

So, in the end, I decided having him go through confirmation would not be because I thought it was important or because I thought it would teach him to be a good Christian as much as I would be having him do it because it's what we are supposed to do or in other words, an obligation.  I am not one to do things because of obligations.  I do things because it feels like the right thing to do.  I know it would have been, in the end, us going through the motions and not really being 100% IN.  Therefore, we are out.  At least of confirmation.  Maybe one of these days we will get back into the swing of going to church.  Until then, I am comfortable with the decision made.  And I know my husband is, too.  And honestly, I think God is, too.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Hanky Panky

Recently, in a quest for the perfect pair of underwear, I recommended Hanky Pankys to someone I know.  Not because I wear them, but because I have heard they are the best undies ever.  I have since heard from this darling woman that they are indeed the best undies ever.

So now in my quest for the perfect pair of Hanky Panky undies, tell me, what is your favorite style of Hanky Pankys?  I'm not afraid of a thong though I am not a fan of those "boy shorts" undies.  The one thing that scares me most are bikini/super low style undies.  I need a little more support in the "pooch" area than I think a bikini can offer.  However, if I get continuous rave reviews on a specific style, I will be hauling my Hanky Pankless ass to the nearest department store to get me a pair (or two or three).

Friday, August 21, 2009

Are you excited?

Fifteen days until I leave for Hawaii.  I am getting the question a lot - "Are you excited?"  Of course, the answer is yes.  But for someone with Generalized Anxiety Disorder, the excitement does not come without some, well, anxiety.  Most of it is about flying.  I really don't mind flying.  However, I don't like to fly without my entire family. I guess I would just prefer we all go down in a flaming ball of fire together.  I know, it sounds selfish and I don't TOTALLY mean it.  It's irrational and sick, but that's the way my brain works.

I have thought about several solutions to handling this 12 hour flight (there and then back again!).  My first one is my usual fall back - drugs.  Prescription drugs.  Good ones.  Then I think, "Well, if the plane does go down and there is any chance of survival, I should probably be alert."  Imagine if I had been on the Hudson River plane and not been alert enough to get myself out of that plane.  I would have been the only non-survivor.  Oh, and maybe the person who went down trying to save my life.  So I am not sure drugs are the way to go, but I am guessing I will have them with me on the flight just in case.

Second fall back is a good book.  But hey, in 12 hours, I may need about three good books, each way.  I'm not sure there are currently three/six books I want to read.  I guess I could read all of my book club list.  Maybe I'll do that.

The third fall back is not really a good one either.  Mainly because it puts the person next to me in an awkward situation.  Who really wants to talk to a stranger for an extended period?  I know plane etiquette and I usually follow it myself.  Don't talk to the person in the seat next to you.  But really, if I could just talk non-stop, preferably to the person next to me, (I think talking to myself non-stop would probably get me dropped off the flight somewhere over Utah) I would be so much better and I would be alert in case that plane becomes a flaming ball of fire and I have a chance to save myself.

Anyone have any suggestions?

Thursday, August 20, 2009

It's a small bloggy world.

There are millions of people in this world who blog.  There are millions of people in this world who read blogs.

How is it, that in this public venue of millions, people find my one little, lonesome blog and have some kind of other connection to me?

My SIL and MIL found my blog shortly after I started it. Without my knowledge and without letting me know for over a year.  (If interested, you can read a little about it HERE.)

A member of the support site I belong to for my Chiari Malformation reads my blog.  I don't remember giving anyone from there this blog address, but maybe I did.

I know this blog is public.  I know anyone can find it.  But I will argue that if you know me or recognize me from another venue and you saw me in a public place, you would wave, smile and/or stop and say hello and you would not secretly follow me around.  Right?  Most likely.  So this is all I ask.  If you know me and you found this blog without me directing you here, please say hello.  My guess is, I'll be happy to see you!

Sunday, August 16, 2009

A sign of things to come.

My parents are having a rather large family get together this weekend.  My mom sent out invitations a month ago, which is her way of making sure you have no other excuse to not be there because she gave you plenty of time to put it on your calendar and not plan anything else that day.  So I did.  I put it on my calendar.  I e-mailed my husband at his work e-mail address so he could put it on his calendar.  Party starts at 2:00; dinner will be around 4:00.  All is good.

So yesterday, I pack up my kids (husband out of town) and off we go.  My parents live about an hour away.  As we get closer and closer to their house, I notice no one is there yet.  Something is wrong.  It's 3:30 and everyone should be there.  I am always the last to (strategically) arrive.  We get in the house and my mom is all made up but has her nightie on.  Something is definitely ALL WRONG.

What was it?  The party was scheduled for Sunday, NOT Saturday.  She was all ready, with the exception of getting dressed, to go to a wedding. 

For most people, this would not be a huge ordeal.  It was only an hour away, no biggie.  The problem lies in the fact that I have to really psych myself up to go to a family event where many extended family members will be lurking.  I don't have much in common with them.  And not in a way that you can still get along and respect them.  I do have people in my life who I don't mind spending time with even though we are very different.  My extended family and I have very different values on things that go against the core of my being and at times I just downright don't like them.  So now, here I am, psyching myself up again to REALLY go to the party this time.

Now that I have vented (again) about my family, this post was really about my lack of memory and organization.  How in the hell does one show up to a party on the WRONG DAY?  I keep finding myself doing forgetful things.  My manager at worked cracked up at me the other day because I left and came back three times because I had things with me from work that I didn't need to take home and I forgot some things I did need.  She said she feels sorry for me when I actually hit menopause, because I am already showing signs of elderly dementia.  Can it get worse?  Geeze, I know it can.  It ain't going to be pretty.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

I think I'm being stalked!

I belong to an online group for my neurological disorder/disease. (For anyone who is new here, I have had two brain surgeries for a Chiari Malformation and an arachnoid cyst. For those not so new, this is old and probably boring news for you.) I recently had someone "friend" me on the site. He is from India and also has a CM. Great, another person I might be able to offer some support to.

I "accepted" his profile as a friend. He immediately leaves a message on the message board asking for my e-mail. No biggie. I gave him my e-mail address that I use for "public" information. He then immediately leaves me a message on the message board letting me know he sent me an invite to add me to his Yahoo messenger and to go there so we could chat. Holy shite, he moves fast. We had just met and he was already wanting to meet him in the Yahoo chat room. What kind of a gal does this Indian Chiari Malformation patient think I am? Maybe he's heard about me from my college days, but I have changed!

Anyway, I declined the invite and left a message for him that I have not been able to get into instant messenger for ages, which is true, but even if it weren't I would have come up with some kind of lie. He then responds giving me some tips about loading and reloading my Yahoo stuff and THEN asks if I am on Facebook. Holy shite, this guy is an aggressive one. I did lie this time and told him no, I'm not on Facebook, that I really only communicate via e-mail. I think that might have prevented him from asking me about Twitter. I was starting to regret that I even gave him my public e-mail address instead of just telling him to contact via the ACM message board. My street smarts are waning as I get older.

I haven't heard from him since I told him I was not on Facebook. I think he is sitting in India making his plans to find me. So if I mysteriously disappear any time in the future, please ask my husband to let the police know about this mysterious stalker who may be posing as a Chiari Malformation patient.

Friday, August 14, 2009

The little people - 1; Government - 0

I have blogged a little about the disaster that is lurking under my yard.  The one that involves a collapsing storm sewer system, resulting in sinkholes in my neighbors' yards that are about 20 ft. deep and 30 ft or more wide.  Kind of a death trap when you have a gzillion kids roaming the neighborhood.  Not to mention that every time it rains more than three drops, 1/2 way up our street floods so badly that cars get stuck and the fire dept. has to be called to get them out and the school busses can't get through.  This has been going on for over two years.

Why hasn't it been fixed?  Because our local trustees believe this is a "cosmetic" issue.  That the residents just want their yards repaired at the expense of our local government.  They refused to believe that there was any issue besides that.  Never mind the city is having to reimburse car owners for towing fees and major car repairs that result from one's car flooding since the government officials are not properly maintaining the streets  That the city is having to pay every time the fire department makes a run to save someone from the flooding waters.  So over the two plus years, my neighbor has led a crusade to get this problem fixed.  And not at the expense of us homeowners, which was going to cost upwards of $500,000.  She has the county engineer involved, attorneys (attornies?), the EPA and other government entities that monitor environmental issues.  She and my husband canvased the affected neighbors to get homeowners to sign over their storm sewer easements, which were never properly assigned when the subdivsion was built five years ago.  (That is a WHOLE other issue.)  My husband and my neighbor are a perfect team.  She is a good PR person, getting the word out, speaking on the news and in the newspapers, defining the problem and pointing out it has nothing to do with cosmetics and everything to do with a city maintaining it's infrastructure (storm sewers and roads).  She gets emotional and irritated, rightfully so.  She's good at being "bad cop."  My husband is good at analyzing the data, translating the legal-ease, understanding the government jargon and staying calm. He is the "good cop."  They got studies completed that confirmed the storm water pipes were cracked, broken and collapsing, causing the erosion of dirt into the pipes.  The result were the large sinkholes from the erosion and the soil blocking the pipes, causing the backup of water five to six houses away and into the street.  Between the two of them and the support of other neighbors, we are now experiencing this in our backyards.  At zero cost to us.
The above are pictures of the storm sewer pipes that have been removed.  They were not damaged in the removal process.  This is what they looked like underground.  And yet, one of our trustees is still spouting off that this was all cosmetic and only the homeowners should be responsible for the cost of correcting this issue.  Thankfully, the other trustees are more reasonable and able to admit there was a problem that was not the homeowners responsibility.  So if you live in the area I live in, this fall be sure to vote CHRIS ROMANO off of our board of trustees.

I'm sure you are all on the edge of your seats wondering about Ace.  He is still here.  I have put together a cocktail of some homeopathic meds for my husband.  He started that a day or so ago.  We'll see how it goes.
This is Ace snuggled into a VERY SMALL cubby in our desk.  It took us quite a while to find him.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

I thought I didn't have a post, but...

I have a post stirring around in my head.  It is about what to do with my oldest son regarding Confirmation Classes at church.  I'm having mixed emotions and haven't had time to talk to my husband about it yet.  However, he does not really believe in organized religion and just goes through the motions because a) that's what he was required to do growing up and b) because I gave him the option to participate with us and he chose to do so.  Really, it's all b).  I don't think a) has anything to do with it.  I know he will have an opinion - I'm not sure if he will say Big E should go through this two year process because it will help him decide how to live his religious (or non) life as an adult or if he will say he thinks it's a big waste of time OR something in between.  In the end though, he will probably say he will support whatever is decided.

I haven't been able to put my thoughts into written words yet except to say that I am not 100% convinced it's necessary to go through this process.  I do understand the importance of having an understanding of the commandments, the sacraments, the Old and New Testament.  That participating in community service and other activities is a great life lesson.  I just don't know that going through this process and then a confirmation ceremony really strengthens one's relationship with God.  All of those other things can be done if one is interested.

We haven't been going to church AT ALL since moving back to Ohio.  We used to go and participate on a very regular basis when we lived in Overland Park (KS).  What changed?  We really loved our church in OP and we have not given this church, which is the church we went to prior to moving to KS, a fair chance.  My views about organized religion also wax and wane, so that doesn't help.  I find my views integrate the church and Humanism.

So there it is.  I guess I really do have a post in me and I'm not blog blocked.  I thought I was, but I have now written an entire post.  What do you think?  How do you handle your kids religious education?  And please, no nasty comments.  I am not looking to be attacked and called a heathen - not that any of you I know would really do that, but in case a newcomer is visiting, don't attack me or any of the other commenters.  I am okay with constructive criticism, but no nasty name calling!

If you want to join my new blogFrog discussion, click HERE.  We are currently discussing Brand Savvy Tweens (and teens!).

Monday, August 10, 2009

Lord, help us.

Have I ever mentioned that MG is allergic to cats?  When we got married, I had two cats and they came with me.  He adjusted.  We even took in a stray for a while and then found it a new home.  In the early 21st century, our cat owning days came to an end due to illness (of the cats, not us).  We have lived cat free, PET free ever since.  I was amazed at how much I enjoyed not owning a pet.  No food, no litter, no vet bills.  It was freeing.

Fast forward to yesterday when a little friend showed up.  Well, really, my neighbor's horse, parading around as a labradoodle, tackled it to the ground.  Picture my neighbor not being able to hold the dog back and me screaming my lungs out for fear of watching the little guy being torn to pieces right before my eyes.  Really all the dog wanted to do was give a sniff, but he seemed so determined we thought it was going to end badly.  I scooped up the cat and he's been here ever since.  I went to my other neighbor to get enough cat litter and food to get us through a couple of days until we decide what to do.  I sent an e-mail to our entire neighborhood to see if anyone lost a kitten.  I called my neighbors in the area where I found the cat.  No luck.  Next will be signs.

The issue?  Everyone wants to keep the cat.  (My goodness, we HAVE NAMED HIM.)  Well, everyone but my husband.  Or so he says.  However, when I came in after doing a couple of things just after bringing in the cat, the cat was not just on the couch with MG, but WAS SITTING ON MY HUSBAN'DS SHOULDERS.  I think MG might feel like he is fighting a losing a battle.  I am not so sure my ticket to the highway isn't being made out as I type.  I am searching for holistic treatment of cat allergies. 

In the meantime, though, meet Ace.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

H1N1 Vaccine?

Yay or Nay?

See that little widget over the right?  The one that says Forum Activity?  Click on the forum topic for H1N1 and join the discussion.  I'm interested in your thoughts.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Croutons for lunch

Yep.  That's the kind of thing you can get away with when you're all alone.  I am trying to remember if I ate odd things like that when I was single and living alone.  I guess I probably did but it maybe it didn't seem odd at the time.  Funny how things change as we "grow up."

This week has been a pleasant reminder of living life alone.  I have only felt lonely a couple of times.  For the most part, I have thoroughly enjoyed the solitude.  When it gets too much, I drop by the neighbors or go shopping or out to eat.  I have been reading.  Oh, and I only had one sleepless night due to crazy, dreadful thoughts. I also had one night where I just couldn't sleep to save my life. Not worrying, not out partying. Just awake, watching TV until 5:00AM.  I was on my way to resorting to some strong prescription drugs when I finally felt my body getting tired.

A life of solitude.  After a while of MG and I dating, I started thinking he may be "the one".  (Never mind on our first date he told me "if you are looking for a husband, this date is over" and I responded with "No problem here.  I don't really have any plans of marriage, so we are perfect for each other.")  Before I took that trip down the road of eternal coupledom, I wanted to experience life on my own.  I don't mean that in the sense of not living under my parent's roof or not having them support me.  I was already living "on my own" in that manner and had been for quite a while.  I mean a life ON.MY.OWN.  In my own place with just little ol' me.  All by myself.  I needed to know I could do it.  That I could entertain myself, keep myself busy, function without a roommate.  And I did.  And I loved it.  It was for this very reason, when we did get engaged, I did not move into MG's house before we were married.  We both totally loved living alone, so we wanted to savor those last few months of being able to do that.  We were excited to be getting married and being "one" but we also wanted to soak up those last few "solitary" months.

So almost 16 years later and I still love that solitude.  I know MG does, too.  A lot of people don't get it.  Thankfully, both of us do so there aren't any funny looks when one of us says something about being alone.  This is the longest I have gone since having children that I have been totally on my own.  And I have loved it.  But you know what?  I don't love it more than having my husband and kids around.  It has been a wonderful break and I hope to have more like it.  However, I am really excited to see all my guys pull into the driveway tomorrow so I can give them big hugs and hear their giggling, yelling, fighting (the kids, not Chris!), having friends over and causing general chaos in my house again!

Thanks Mama-Face

She gave me this awesome award!

And while you're here, did you notice that list of followers?  I'm over 200 followers.  It came out of nowhere!  Once school starts, I hope to get around to visiting y'all.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Read the Bill

Thanks to Em, I am now aware of the Read the Bill campaign.  What is it?  This is from their site, because I am too lazy, and probably not savvy enough, to put it in my own words.
Too often, controversial bills are voted on hours after coming to the House or Senate floor. There is no time for members of Congress to read the bill, and no chance for interested citizens to weigh in on the legislation.

ReadTheBill.org's mission is to strengthen our democracy by making sure elected officials and citizens have the chance to read and understand legislation.

A more transparent government begins with providing the people with the opportunity to tell their elected officials what they think of a piece of legislation, before it comes up for a vote. ReadTheBill.org is an effort to gather individuals and groups, luminaries and everyday folks, conservatives, liberals and independents behind the simple concept that all non-emergency legislation should be available online for 72 hours before debate begins.
You can sign a petition at that little "72 hours" button on the right.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

I lied. Sort of. Well, not really.

I am half way through my solo week and loving it!  I am totally enjoying the freedom of being able to come and go as I please, eat when I want, sleep when I want, watch what I want, sleep when I want.  The painting is coming along and I will finish that up today.  If you see me out, you will recognize me.  I am the one with Autumn Fog colored paint, which is a blue-grey, all over myself.  Who needs haircolor when you have a gallon of paint?

My mom called and wanted to get together, my parents and me, for dinner on Friday.  My mom doesn't understand my need, my desire, to be alone as often as I like.  So I think she thinks she is doing me a favor by inviting me out.  But really, I see them enough.  I just saw them last week.  We will be seeing them again next weekend.  All I could think when I heard her message was "Shit.  I don't want to go to dinner on Friday."  Isn't that terrible?  So I didn't return the call because I was thinking up excuses to get out of this.  She called this morning and all I said was, "Oh, I already have plans, but thanks for the invite.  I'll see you guys next weekend."  It wasn't a total lie.  I do have plans.  My plans are to do nothing.  That's a legitimate plan, right?  I didn't say "I have plans with someone else," or "I am going out with so and so."  I just said "I have plans."  Not really a lie in my book.  No need to spew the total truth and piss her off or hurt her feelings.

So how do you get out of doing things you don't want to do?  Do you lie?  Do you make things up?  Do you tell the whole ugly truth?  Or do you go along and do the things you don't want to do just to keep the peace?

On the other hand, if any of you want to meet up for drinks or dinner, I'm in.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Here she goes again!


I am SO not good around the house.  I'm not talking about cooking and cleaning - I can manage just fine in those areas, when I'm in the mood.  I am talking about things like lawncare, painting and home repair type stuff.  That's why, as I type, I have a college boy outside cutting my grass.  That same college boy painted all three of my kids' bedrooms.  I like to make sure my friends' college aged kids have enough beer money, therefore, I keep them employed when they are home for their college breaks.

I have decided I make a much better supervisor than I do a hands on worker.  BUT, I get that occasional manic inspired moment where I decide I am going to do some things for myself.  I have become quite adept at trimming our bushes with the electric hedge trimmer.  Never mind that I cut the extension cord on numerous occasions.  My husband just repairs it and I move on.  I have actually painted one whole room.  Yep, just ONE, in my entire life. 

Well, I am at it again.  Painting our master bath to surprise my husband when he gets home next weekend.  (Of course, if he reads my blog while he is out of town, this won't be a surprise!  I doubt he remembers what color I said I was going to paint it.  Do you like fuschia, sweetie?)
My ability to paint goes something like this:  

  1. Go to the store and get paint.  Also buy more accessories than I need just to prevent any additional trips to the store.  You see, I hate to run errands.  I hate going back for things I forgot.  And I don't plan well, so I didn't think to check our "paint accessories stash" prior to going to the paint store to see if we needed something or not.  In fact, I wasn't even sure where we had a paint accessory stash, but since I know my husband so well, I had no doubt that we DID have one.  Somewhere.
  2. Find the stash.  Decide what I need out of it.  Drag it upstairs from the basement to the 2nd floor. 
  3. Prep work.  OH, how I hate prep work.  The cleaning of the baseboards, taping off areas, getting the tarp laid out.  I do all of these things, but I find this part to be tedious and boring.  And the cleanup.  I hate that even more.
  4. Realize I don't know how to get the window blinds out of the window.  Struggle and pull until I think I am going to break them.
  5. Call my neighbor to come take down my window blinds.
  6. Paint. 
Number 6 seems simple and easy for the average human, when you're not Messy Marvin.  While on the garden tub area, I have nowhere to put the paint pan except the area surrounding the tub.  Where I am standing.  That can only mean one thing.  I am tripping over it, stepping in it and making a general mess of things.  THIS is why I don't like to do home improvement things.  My attention to this kind of detail, y'know, like not getting paint all over myself and everything else but the walls, is what prevents me from doing these projects.  Add to it my general instability (physical, not mental!) and poor coordination and it can get pretty ugly.  I do have to say though, my actual painting is pretty damn good since I am a "get it right" kind of gal.  I don't like "good enough".  It has to be RIGHT.  So the finished product I am happy with.  And once I finish it, which will probably take all week between the sleeping, the working and the socializing, I will post a picture.  I can say this, though.  I am off to a good start and it's looking great.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

What to do?

I am on my own for eight days.  EIGHT DAYS!  I have picked up some extra hours at work to try to make a dent in the expenses of my upcoming Hawaii trip.  Other than that, I have no specific plans, so here is my little "to do" list.
  1. Paint the master bathroom.
  2. Read.
  3. Sleep.
  4. Socialize.
  5. Sleep.
The other item on my list I took care of this evening.  That was to go see The Hangover.  My gosh, I had to wipe my eyes a couple of times.  It was hilarious.  And honestly, there was a time in my life when I could have seen something like that happening to me.  I kind of miss those days....oh, who am I kidding?  I could see myself getting into a nutzo situation like that NOW.  Hhhmmm...maybe I better hire a sitter for myself when I go to Hawaii.

EIGHT DAYS!  I'm not sure how my youngest will do.  We have been away from him for this long before, but it's always been while he was in our own house with my parents.  Now he is elsewhere with family that he doesn't see as often.  I know he will have fun, he has been asking to visit.  I think the week will fly by for him, but I do have a little bit of concern.  The other two?  They'll probably ask to stay longer. 

And me?  I am excited to have some time to myself.  It doesn't happen often and even then, it's not for long stretches of time.  At times I feel guilty about getting excited to be "alone."  I have friends who would give anything, ANYTHING, to have their children back; making noise, making messes, talking back, smarting off.  And here I am relishing some time to myself.  It's hard for me to reconcile that.  And my "aloneness" doesn't come without some anxiety, because well, I have that little anxiety issue, or "disorder" as my doctor likes to call it.  I get all kinds of worrisome thoughts in my head and have to fight them away.  Thank the medical gods for the drugs to treat my "disorder."  I will enjoy this week but it doesn't change the fact that I will be excited to see them come home, safe and sound!