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 ...
KUA
11/30/08
11/25/08
Happy Thanksgiving To All of My Friends!
A little Turkey Day humor ...
And now an oldie but goodie ...
The turkey shot out of the oven
and rocketed into the air,
it knocked every plate off the table
and partly demolished a chair.
It ricocheted into a corner
and burst with deafening boom,
then splattered all over the kitchen,
completely obscuring the room.
It stuck to the walls and the windows,
it totally coated the floor,
there was turkey attached to the ceiling,
where there'd never been turkey before.
It blanketed every appliance,
it smeared every saucer and bowl,
there wasn't a way I could stop it,
that turkey was out of control.
I scraped and I scrubbed with displeasure,
and thought with chagrin as I mopped,
that I'd never again stuff a turkey
with popcorn that hadn't been popped.
and rocketed into the air,
it knocked every plate off the table
and partly demolished a chair.
It ricocheted into a corner
and burst with deafening boom,
then splattered all over the kitchen,
completely obscuring the room.
It stuck to the walls and the windows,
it totally coated the floor,
there was turkey attached to the ceiling,
where there'd never been turkey before.
It blanketed every appliance,
it smeared every saucer and bowl,
there wasn't a way I could stop it,
that turkey was out of control.
I scraped and I scrubbed with displeasure,
and thought with chagrin as I mopped,
that I'd never again stuff a turkey
with popcorn that hadn't been popped.
Safe and Happy Thanksgiving Day wishes to You and Your Loved Ones.
Tuesday's Thoughts ...
Won't do ten thoughts today. I only have a few thoughts and I don't wanna cheat again by stretching it all out into ten.
So ... I finally got rid of the three extra cats around here today. Married Son did most of the work, from chasing them down and getting them into the car, to digging then out from under the car seats, to carrying them into the shelter. He ran into a cat lady in the shelter, she's already put her bid in on adopting them. That makes me feel better knowing that they'll be taken care of and not in the shelter for long.
We kept Ringo and Shiloh. Shiloh is Alien's cat. The two get along real good. Ringo is an easily stressed animal, and I'm sure that this will help him in the long run.
Notice I say "long run" ... I will have another cat and a puppy moving in here within the next week. Of course, with that other cat and puppy will come THREE human bodies. Married Son, DIL and Grandson need to move within the next week and have no where else to go on such short notice. So, of course, being the nice mommy I am, I told them "sure, you can stay here until you find a new place to live".
Goddess help me!!
And I do mean short term!! I want an empty nest. I NEED an empty nest. I love my kids ... I really do. And believe me, saying "sure" wasn't easy for me. BUT I can't see them out on the street, ya know? Especially with that little one. Three year old boys need a roof over their little heads ...
And add that Single Son is still interviewing for jobs at different Law Enforcement Agencies across the country. It could be another three to six months before he finds one!!
Think I'll ever get my empty nest?
So ... I finally got rid of the three extra cats around here today. Married Son did most of the work, from chasing them down and getting them into the car, to digging then out from under the car seats, to carrying them into the shelter. He ran into a cat lady in the shelter, she's already put her bid in on adopting them. That makes me feel better knowing that they'll be taken care of and not in the shelter for long.
We kept Ringo and Shiloh. Shiloh is Alien's cat. The two get along real good. Ringo is an easily stressed animal, and I'm sure that this will help him in the long run.
Notice I say "long run" ... I will have another cat and a puppy moving in here within the next week. Of course, with that other cat and puppy will come THREE human bodies. Married Son, DIL and Grandson need to move within the next week and have no where else to go on such short notice. So, of course, being the nice mommy I am, I told them "sure, you can stay here until you find a new place to live".
Goddess help me!!
And I do mean short term!! I want an empty nest. I NEED an empty nest. I love my kids ... I really do. And believe me, saying "sure" wasn't easy for me. BUT I can't see them out on the street, ya know? Especially with that little one. Three year old boys need a roof over their little heads ...
And add that Single Son is still interviewing for jobs at different Law Enforcement Agencies across the country. It could be another three to six months before he finds one!!
Think I'll ever get my empty nest?
11/22/08
Saturday Six ... OR ... Totally Random Stuff
Which logo do you like best?
Logo #1
Logo #2
Logo #1
1
Logo #2
5
2) Not an hour ago Single Son finally attached the roof-top antenna to the digital converter box. OMG! Now I get all those channels I couldn't with the rabbit ears. No more having to play with the rabbit ears each time I changed channels. I'm a happy camper!
3) Not a lot going on here for Thanksgiving Break. Dinner at my folks house. Other than that, it'll be working on homework. Talk about thankful ... I'm thankful for the week off so I can (hopefully) catch up with these *&$*#& group projects.
4) Coming out of class today, the gal who really irritates me did a total avoidance thing. To the point that she acted like I wasn't even there (sooooo kindergarten if you ask me). I don't know what I did to piss her off, but then again, I'm not going to figure it out either. I'm enjoying the fact that she's not pestering me anymore. Wow, that sounds so mean, doesn't it? But really ... I am not aware of anything I did to piss of *her highness* ... other than talking to a gal in the class that she absolutely loathes.
5) I wonder how bad my next term PITA (pain in the ass) relationship is gonna be? Yeah, every term I seem to attract at least one PITA. Never fails. I mean, I don't think I'm wearing "Asshole Magnet" shirt to class.
6) I've been playing around with designing logos for my new company. I'm down to two that I like. I'm partial to the one. I asked Single Son for his opinion, of course he's partial to the other one. So ... now I don't know which one I want to go with ...
Logo #1 ...
Single Son thinks this one is too *dated*. Something out of the 1920s, he says.
Logo #2 ...
So .. what do you think? Answer on the survey and which ever one wins will be the official logo for "Elsie's Attic" once it opens next spring.
11/18/08
Ten Thoughts Tuesday ...
1) Another week has passed too quickly! Seems like only yesterday I was sitting here trying to come up with ten thoughts. Oh wait, I *was* here (at the computer) yesterday trying to come up with ten thoughts - for this damned Pro Communication research paper. Grrrrrrr.
2) So ... let's see ... ten thoughts ... hmmmmmm ... no make that nine ... no eight, cause I have a feeling I'm gonna need all the help I can get this week coming up with a full ten thoughts.
3) Single Son came home the other day to find a "Dear John" letter on his desk. Yup, they broke up. Weird thing is that only the week before *she* had brought up the topic of marriage. Now she's saying she's too co-dependent on him (her words) and moved out while he was at work. Weird thing is, I was home, locked in my room studying, when she moved out . I never heard her leave!
4) So it's just me and Single Son living here. And that's about to change. NO!! No one else is moving in. It looks like Single Son may be leaving the nest, too. He was laid off last month from his job as security at one of the *Big Three* (he's only working his COP job now) ... he's been applying for Law Enforcement jobs literally all over the country. The one he really wants has requested he fly in for further interviewing. I won't say too much about it now ... don't wanna jinx it for him, you know? This would be a great opportunity for him.
5) Looks like the empty nest could be only weeks away for me. As much as I want it, I've been rather depressed all day. Maybe it's because should he take this job, he'll be moving hundreds of miles away. No more late night spontaneous talks. Well, that's not exactly true, we both have Skype on our computers.
6) I asked Married Son if he'd come over to help me sort the stuff all the kids still have here. Get it into storage. Help me organize the house, since I can't do any real heavy lifting anymore. He said he would, but I'm sure once the house is back to normal he'll want to move back in (or store more crap here!) ...
7) OMG! I just realized ... I'll be able to start FlyLady again!! Yeah!! It's been hard with kids moving in and out these past few years. Boxes appear out of nowhere ... people try to undo what I've organized and I just can't seem to get caught up with it all. So I gave up. It'll be nice to have a clean, organized house again.
8) Great, like I really have time to dive into a total reorganization of the house. I'm lucky to get the dishes done with all this freaking homework. Thankfully there's a nice month-long break between terms so I'll be able to get something accomplished.
9) I may be jumping the gun here ... Single Son hasn't had his face-to-face interview yet. He leaves this coming Sunday. We won't know until later in the week what the outcome is.
10) Wow. I made it to ten ... barely. Since most of it was pretty much related - just broken down into nifty segments. I'm good like that. Now if I could only put my thoughts into words and get them down on paper for this freaking Pro Communications class.
Post Script ...
6 PM and Married Son and Grandson came to hang out. They brought their dog Hondo with them. Nights like this only reinforce my NEED for the empty nest (which I am soon to experience methinks). I was on my bed playing with my cat Ringo, their dog Hondo and Grandson ... Hondo was a little too hyper for Ringo's likes but Ringo didn't hiss (much) or attempt to strike out at Hondo. On a side note, Ringo being a rescue cat, I strongly suspect he was around dogs from how he reacted to his first exposure to Hondo the Hyper Pup. Soooooo ... got 'em all calmed down to where they were laying on the bed. UNTIL Hondo peed on my bed! Yes ... the dog wet the bed! Much as I love Married Son and Grandson, they sure bring a lot of noise and chaos with them. Oh, and a goofy hyper-pup named Hondo.
Glad it happened tonight (minus the doggy-peed bed) ... suddenly I'm far from sad about the possibility of the empty nest.
2) So ... let's see ... ten thoughts ... hmmmmmm ... no make that nine ... no eight, cause I have a feeling I'm gonna need all the help I can get this week coming up with a full ten thoughts.
3) Single Son came home the other day to find a "Dear John" letter on his desk. Yup, they broke up. Weird thing is that only the week before *she* had brought up the topic of marriage. Now she's saying she's too co-dependent on him (her words) and moved out while he was at work. Weird thing is, I was home, locked in my room studying, when she moved out . I never heard her leave!
4) So it's just me and Single Son living here. And that's about to change. NO!! No one else is moving in. It looks like Single Son may be leaving the nest, too. He was laid off last month from his job as security at one of the *Big Three* (he's only working his COP job now) ... he's been applying for Law Enforcement jobs literally all over the country. The one he really wants has requested he fly in for further interviewing. I won't say too much about it now ... don't wanna jinx it for him, you know? This would be a great opportunity for him.
5) Looks like the empty nest could be only weeks away for me. As much as I want it, I've been rather depressed all day. Maybe it's because should he take this job, he'll be moving hundreds of miles away. No more late night spontaneous talks. Well, that's not exactly true, we both have Skype on our computers.
6) I asked Married Son if he'd come over to help me sort the stuff all the kids still have here. Get it into storage. Help me organize the house, since I can't do any real heavy lifting anymore. He said he would, but I'm sure once the house is back to normal he'll want to move back in (or store more crap here!) ...
7) OMG! I just realized ... I'll be able to start FlyLady again!! Yeah!! It's been hard with kids moving in and out these past few years. Boxes appear out of nowhere ... people try to undo what I've organized and I just can't seem to get caught up with it all. So I gave up. It'll be nice to have a clean, organized house again.
8) Great, like I really have time to dive into a total reorganization of the house. I'm lucky to get the dishes done with all this freaking homework. Thankfully there's a nice month-long break between terms so I'll be able to get something accomplished.
9) I may be jumping the gun here ... Single Son hasn't had his face-to-face interview yet. He leaves this coming Sunday. We won't know until later in the week what the outcome is.
10) Wow. I made it to ten ... barely. Since most of it was pretty much related - just broken down into nifty segments. I'm good like that. Now if I could only put my thoughts into words and get them down on paper for this freaking Pro Communications class.
Post Script ...
6 PM and Married Son and Grandson came to hang out. They brought their dog Hondo with them. Nights like this only reinforce my NEED for the empty nest (which I am soon to experience methinks). I was on my bed playing with my cat Ringo, their dog Hondo and Grandson ... Hondo was a little too hyper for Ringo's likes but Ringo didn't hiss (much) or attempt to strike out at Hondo. On a side note, Ringo being a rescue cat, I strongly suspect he was around dogs from how he reacted to his first exposure to Hondo the Hyper Pup. Soooooo ... got 'em all calmed down to where they were laying on the bed. UNTIL Hondo peed on my bed! Yes ... the dog wet the bed! Much as I love Married Son and Grandson, they sure bring a lot of noise and chaos with them. Oh, and a goofy hyper-pup named Hondo.
Glad it happened tonight (minus the doggy-peed bed) ... suddenly I'm far from sad about the possibility of the empty nest.
11/16/08
11/14/08
Friday ...
I just realized it's been ages since I've done a Friday Five. Add another day of not doing 'em. Just too much on my plate to list my five fave songs and why I like 'em. Great topic, though.
Another weekend of doing nothing but homework. And tons of it.
Alien is still at her father's house. She was supposed to come over this weekend, but decided to stay at his house since I have so much homework to do. Better to hang out there than just see the back of Mom's head bend over some project or the other.
Classes are going good. Well, three of them anyway. I still hate that one class with a passion and can't wait for it to end. I'm still pulling a B in it, a low B, but imagine what my grade would be if I actually *liked* the damned class or that idiot prof. And once the class ends I've got a *nice* (insert sarcasm here) little entry for ratemyprofessor.com ... that's for sure.
My other classes are all high B's or A's. So I guess my GPA of 3.42 will be safe for another term, LOL!
Not a whole lot else going on around here, I'm afraid. But then, boring is good!! Very good!!
Hey ... ya'll stop by Penguin Girl's page today, please, and wish her a *Happy Birthday*.
Got my piece of birthday cake ... now back to homework!
Happy Birthday Pengy!!
Love ya!!
Another weekend of doing nothing but homework. And tons of it.
Alien is still at her father's house. She was supposed to come over this weekend, but decided to stay at his house since I have so much homework to do. Better to hang out there than just see the back of Mom's head bend over some project or the other.
Classes are going good. Well, three of them anyway. I still hate that one class with a passion and can't wait for it to end. I'm still pulling a B in it, a low B, but imagine what my grade would be if I actually *liked* the damned class or that idiot prof. And once the class ends I've got a *nice* (insert sarcasm here) little entry for ratemyprofessor.com ... that's for sure.
My other classes are all high B's or A's. So I guess my GPA of 3.42 will be safe for another term, LOL!
Not a whole lot else going on around here, I'm afraid. But then, boring is good!! Very good!!
Hey ... ya'll stop by Penguin Girl's page today, please, and wish her a *Happy Birthday*.
Got my piece of birthday cake ... now back to homework!
Happy Birthday Pengy!!
Love ya!!
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