Sunday Stuff ...

Wasn't even gonna blog this weekend. Just way too busy with homework and organizing the house for three more bodies moving in soon. Only two more weeks until the end of the semester. Lots and lots of work to get done. I'll be sooooo glad when this term is over.

Anyway ... what's got me blogging instead of studying? I got a phone call that has me still laughing.

Some jerk asking for me by my first name. Asked if I had a son named "J" (same name as Single Son). I asked WHY he wanted to know. He says "the bastard got my daughter pregnant". WTF? It must be a joke or prank of some sort. I know for a fact that his ex-GF's father is *not* in her life - besides I know she's NOT pregnant. So, instead of panic mode ... I go into "detective" mode. What's "J"s last name? He doesn't know and has to ask his wife. Before he can find out I ask him what his daughter's name is, how old this "J" is ... and a bunch of other questions. He's getting pissed because I'm interrogating him - instead of offering the head of my son "J" on a silver platter. So ... long story short - he has the WRONG number! Seems the last name he is looking for, coincidently, was my last name while I was married to Bubba. I took back my maiden name when I divorced him. So ... I am not the Lisa he's looking for, nor is "J" the daddy of this dude's soon to be grandkid. I wish I had been a fly on the wall when he realized he was bitching out the wrong person. Think I pushed it a little too far when I told him "Good Luck. Hope you find the "J" who made you a grandpa".

Never a dull moment.

So the house is quiet with Alien moved out, I only see her on the weekends. And the three kittens are gone now too. They were adopted by that Cat Lady at the shelter. I hear they go home with her tomorrow.

Only ... with Married Son, DIL and Grandson preparing to move back in that quiet won't last long! I forgot how LOUD DIL can be. She's a yeller ... can't talk with her *indoor voice* to save my eardrums. Yells at Grandson  ... yells at the dog ... yells at Married Son. A lot.

Makes homework difficult to get done I tell ya. With the deadline for these projects drawing near, I had to ask Married Son to give me a night off (they've been over every day since they asked to move back in - cleaning up Alien's old bedroom, the junk room and helping me organize the house so we can get some of their stuff in here). So ... tonight it's just Married Son that's here - using the internet hook up on his laptop. DIL and Grandson are over at her parent's house doing laundry. Quiet. Ahhhhhhh ... something that's not going to last long around here, I fear.

Yes, I am wondering where my senses went when I said yes to them staying here until they find a new place. But ... they couldn't have stayed in the house they were at, it was just too unhealthy (sewer backups, dilapidated garage, the neighborhood, water heater not working, etc), especially with winter coming.

I've started to lay the ground rules for once they're living here. When I have homework to do I can't be interrupted. Period. She has to clean up after Grandson ... I won't tolerated toys laying on the floor if he's done playing with them. It's a safety issue. And Goddess help if that puppy crap in the house or start chewing on my furniture or carpeting. She'll have to crate it when she's not here (or for the night). Don't get me wrong, I like dogs. But I'm *not* a dog person. Not on a daily basis. Food - they buy their own. I'm not feeding them. They'll pay their share of the bills, too. I haven't told them yet, but I do have a limit of one year for them to find a new home. As it stands right now, Married Son believes this arrangement will be for only about six months. I'm hoping, but I'm not holding my breath!

I keep closing my eyes and dreaming of the empty nest.

Some day ...