Tuesday, March 24, 2015

The Hunt

House Hunting! A fun little game that will cause you to feel happiness, dread, anxiety, the need for chocolate, therapy, and the realization that you might need marital counseling. To say the last few weeks have been a whirlwind would be an understatement. Cuh-razy! It seems that everyone and their brother is out house hunting right now.

We had a lovely list only to have half the list disappear as there were already offers on the table. One of the first houses we looked at had an offer right after we viewed it. It was too small for us, but it was a bit weird to see things go that fast. That's sort of been depressing. We've been searching the web, have things marked, send it to our realtor only to get an email back that it sold already.

Well, okay then.

We had two contenders which we could make work. Nothing has screamed this is the one! At least not in our price range. Both are split levels. I don't like split levels. I'm living in a split level currently because I am allergic to being homeless. While I know I can make it work - I'm still not thrilled. But if I were to take a moment and be honest, I don't think I would be thrilled with anything short of an HGTV miracle. I think my issues are showing again. That and I'm spending too much time on Pinterest drooling over huge kitchens that would make Martha Stewart say, "Now that's a nice a kitchen!" And my budget won't met Martha half way.

It's moments like this I'm glad we got rid of cable. No remodel shows for me! Because one of the houses we had marked on our list to look at was in desperate need of an update. It also smelled like Granny had recently passed away, but I'm trying not to be creeped out by it. I've been told paint and new carpet will get rid of the smell and to stop being a baby about it.

Ahem!

It has a lot of potential, but all I saw was a ton of work. We were later talking about it and I surprised myself when I blurted out I'm just not mentally up for a massive home overhaul. I feel like I'm stretched thin. I'm stressed out about work because they don't have enough people to handle the store, so we are running on skeleton crews. The store is a mess, customers are mad, and the workers are all frazzled. The thought of tackling anything right now makes me want to crawl into bed and not come out for at least a year.

The only bright spot in all of this is the two houses are on the other side of Indy hopefully away from all the ghetto and potholes that lead to China with a slight delay in hell. At least that was the case until yesterday morning three more homes popped up that have higher points than the other two we were considering.

Clearly the need for chocolate is screaming right now, but I'm back to being happy that there are some more options.

The marital issues have been interesting because we had a couple houses that we walked through only to have one say, "I love it!" while the other one is saying, "I hate it!" and the equal looks of horror have been comical. One house that Hubby was insisting we look at is only something he could pull. Think old, lonely, once upon a time grand dame with her paint chipping here and there with no means for a new do. You should have seen his instant look of love while my look screamed, "Run Forrest, Run!" I'll give the guy credit - tons of potential, but I'm fast to remember yesteryear of living through something you're trying to fix up with limited funds. N-O! Not only no, but hell no! I'm not sure he's forgiven me yet. The property taxes on this thing is just nuts, not to mention I got the vibe that there is potential of monumental expenses creeping under some of that peeling paint.

Jared had been totally against this house as it screams Allegan house all over again - only no where near as dumpy. Michael sided with his dad as they drooled over all the details of the house and Nicholas remained neutral, for once, and took the stance that ANYTHING is better than what we've lived in. Imagine the struggle J and I both had when we had to keep our facial muscles normal when we heard it's now pending thus taken off the market.

Oh darn.


So this leaves 2 split-levels. One built in the 60s and one built in the 80s. The 60s home is bigger but needs a new kitchen. The 2 full bathrooms are small. If we could do a new kitchen - it would be nice, but those bathrooms have been updated and will always be small. It has a lot of character - not a cookie cutter house. The neighborhood is non ghetto. The 80s house isn't too far from this one but it's smaller. But the kitchen is totally new. Small but all new appliances because down here people don't take their appliances I guess. 3 full bathrooms that are big, but the entrance way is horrible, Jared's room would be just a fuzz smaller than what he has now, and there is less square footage.

The hard thing is we have a really nice frig that has been sitting out in the garage that we can't wait to use again. I have an island that I'm sure my mom would pummel me if I got rid of and we could use these at the 60s house. It sort of bothers me to not use what I got. Not to mention the 80s house comes with new washer and dryer. My dryer is only 2 years old with my washer pushing 6 years. I think. I can't remember. So this leaves me circling around the whole bathroom thing. 3 big ones or 2 tiny ones? Ugh. Makes my head hurt.

And houses are going so fast, I'm sort of concern about waiting. But the bank is making us wait because it's just another day at the office for them while it's a complete nail biter for us. However, with these other homes just popping up, it seems it was a God timing thing that we are waiting. It's just brutal to watch stuff get snatched off the market before you can do anything about it. It's been bumpy, left us a bit grumpy especially since the furnace went out at this place and the rental company left us all weekend without heat. Yup. So ready to move.

As an extra bonus to all this stress, couple weeks ago we were out driving and I've found if I tell the guys NOT to hit a pothole, they will proceed to hit every flipping hole from here to the store and back. There was a known bad one and I said repeatedly don't hit it! Which he didn't but did hit the worse one hidden under a huge mud puddle. It was only a miracle that kept the tire from being ripped off - those new tires we just put on the car back before the snow flew. No, I'm not ticked off.....anymore. And I didn't rip the kid a new one but they should never be allowed to read the text messages I sent their dad after the whole ordeal. But now the service engine light is now on so yippy skippy on that. We've been too busy to get it into the shop and I'm trying not to sweat bullets about what it's going to cost.

My nerves - they aren't happy. Maybe it's a good thing I did get my tickets to go to the home school convention. I don't NEED to go, but I NEED the girl time away from life. That and I was informed they would show up and drag me along anyways, so I might as well make it easier on everyone and go willingly.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

George Period

I think I may change the name of aunt flo to George. This guy doesn't play around, and quite frankly, is an absolute beast of a bully. I was trying to come up with what all George could stand for like:
G- ginormous mess
E- exceedingly painful
O- outrageously annoying
R- rage induced emotions
G- greedy consumer of chocolate
E- epic torture that no mere mortal should have to endure

I was in mid-rant about George Period when Fred made the mistake of staying there is no P in George but that's when I told him that is George's last name - Period. Nuff said. End of discussion. Went so far as to try and be addressed as Mr. Period.

The other day I had spewed forth my weirdness on Facebook about not shaving my legs in a sad attempt at another layer of warmth, but remembered from past experience that I just get all itchy and then want to practice yeti calls. Since I have to close the store the next couple nights, I decided to de-yeti so I can't be forced to try the dare of practicing this over the intercom in a sad attempt to get rid of customers early.

The struggle is real, people.

So while I was in mid-shave it sort of dawned on me that it was a wee bit disturbing that I just named a female organ and man's name. And right there I had a cramp that was so intense that it about dropped me to my knees. I think I just angered George, because if felt like he just said, "bow to me and beg for mercy, you little human!!"

Sort of a blur now, so I'm not sure exactly how it went. But meds and chocolate were administered immediately and now I will go out into the public and face the coupon crazed masses who will try to argue with me.

Maybe we should pity them, because George has declared he will take no prisoners.

Monday, March 2, 2015

I'm Not Sure That Was A Smart Thing To Do

Hey! That could be the title of my autobiography that I'll never write. But for some reason this just sings me. And now I don't know how I feel about that or what that actually means. Great. Now I'm getting depressed. Okay, I was sort of already feeling it.

One of those weird train of conversations had happened and we ended up finding our old house is for sale. NOT GOING TO MOVE BACK. Thought I would put that disclaimer out there. But we were looking at pictures of it and was surprised to see they didn't change any of the stuff we did but did some more improvements. From what we can gather someone bought it and tried to flip it but it isn't happening. They bought it 2 years ago in February. I really feel bad for them if they tried to live there in February.

Anyone remember my old posts of yore of how freezing that place was and how I had to thaw out the washing machine every other day from January to March? Anyone?

But I was sort of pouting about seeing our old house until we were talking with the bank about getting a mortgage and it turns out when you go through foreclosure and all that junk, that it goes better for you if your old house sold. The minimum is 2 years. Looks like we just squeaked through the line. Okay, that did make me feel a little better. On top of that, it looks like we might be house hunting by the end of the month.

That progressed rather quickly. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it. We had to basically give our sad tale of woe to explain our credit history. It was rather depressing looking at the last few years however, it does show we've got some serious grit to ourselves by pressing ahead. Still waiting to see if they are impressed with all our grit.

But something that helped snap me out of my funk was Kerri and family were coming through Indy on their way to their vacation spot. We had lunch at 5 Guys and hung out before I had to go into work. It was so good to see her again and yet it was so weird too. Fred had the day off so he dropped me off and took the guys home. He came and got me. I was so grateful he did because one of the manager's car wouldn't start. I was standing there watching him like it was no big deal, while I realized I had no clue on what to do or how to do it. I would be so screwed without him. I teased him that this was why I kept him around. He got a good laugh out of that one.

Although, I'm still slightly, but not really, steamed at him. The other night we were all bundled up in bed and I went to pull a cover up over my shoulder but my hand slipped off and I ended up punching myself in the nose. And my dear sweet husband laughed so hard his stomach cramped up. Jerk. He's still giggling about this days later. I told him I will have my revenge. I got some seriously cold toes just waiting to nail him when he doesn't suspect it. Trouble with this plan is he does expect it and therefore makes sure he has the sheet as his force-field as he is wrapped up like a mummy so I can't get to him.

Diabolical! It's like he knows! 20 years of marriage has taught him well.

Reality came blasting back in Saturday at work. We were so slammed that there was a 2 hour wait to get fabric cut. And people wonder why I don't want to learn how to sew. I've had the head manager get on my case that I need to take a couple of the classes we offer. I said I would try the one on how to frost a cupcake because cupcakes are accepting unlike sewing machines because they are possessed. She laughed and told me I was funny and I tried to get away before she could press the matter. I have an annoying feeling they want me to run the customer service desk. There are still some things I don't know so I can't do it and I'm okay with that. I'm trying to figure out how soon I can leave not get promoted!

It also didn't help that a major snow storm blew in that night. It came down hard and fast! By the time we got out of the store, the parking lot was covered and the highway was a mess. At one point I got up to 30 mph. And that was so I could get my butt over to the far lane. It wasn't anything I wasn't used to but not seeing the lanes makes it hard. 4 lane highway turns into follow the tracks! Who cares where they lead! Just go!!

I walked through the door declaring I was never leaving the house again. I have a feeling no one is taking me seriously. Especially since I had to work early this morning and tomorrow is grocery shopping day.
(Insert some pathetic plea for the rapture to happen but then make a snort noise as all my other pleas have all been ignored.)

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Time To Pay The Piper

I think it is the little things in life that do make or break things. It's been a weird few weeks and trying to keep up with stuff just doesn't seem to be happening. I'm trying to focus on those nice blissful moments of peace and/or ignorance. Moments like my mom somehow managed to get my email address wrong and for the last few months I haven't had her normal flood of emails.

I, naturally, said nothing about this. That is until she called all huffy demanding to know why I haven't responded to her last 3 emails. Um, what? So after a while she finally figured it out. Pity. And she made up for lost time by sending me around 50 emails. That was yesterday. I thought my phone was going to explode from all the notices. Oddly enough, I haven't heard from my MIL either. Wonder if she got the email wrong too?

I've had 3 days off from work which I really needed as I've been having tension headaches for the last 2 weeks strait. Nothing has worked at getting rid of it. If I were to use any more peppermint oil, I would give a candy cane a run for its money. Too bad work has called every.single.day asking me to come in and work. Um, no. No, thank you. I think I've about recovered from being the only closing cashier Monday night. It takes at the very least 2 people to get the bare minimum done.

I am counting down the days until I don't need to do this anymore. That is a long story all by itself. I don't have an end date yet as we are still working some stuff out, but it is getting closer. Hallelujah and Amen! Long story super short, that whole settlement money came with some hidden strings. Hidden strings like a whooping tax bill that we are busting our butts off to pay off. This was after we were told there wasn't going to be taxes on it. What a shock that the IRS lied to us. Okay, in their defense they were as clueless as we were about the whole ordeal, but can't say as I appreciate their bogus fees and interest rates. I'll leave it with the mob would be totally impressed with how this shake down went. We did our taxes earlier this week and I told Hubby having another kid would have come in handy right about now. We laughed. And then laughed some more. Then he said to stop making jokes like that because it scares him. Big baby.

But progress is being made, and we may be house hunting before too long as well. I find it both exciting and highly annoying to be in the weird limbo of just wait and see. Gathering info and making plans of attack when I would rather just sit in the corner and work at being a marshmallow. Seems reasonable. It's either that or I tackle Jared and force him to start shaving. Trouble with that plan is he is solid as a wall. Since I'm stuffed with too much fluff, I'm pretty sure all I would do is bounce off of him.

I think teenagers need to come with a disclaimer. Something along the lines of: will cause premature aging but it will be an adventure either way you slice it.

I've had to have bewb talk with him on more than one occasion as we were in line at the grocery store and a magazine cover caught his attention....for a really long time. I'm going to go out on a limb and say he should never, ever play poker as he has no poker face. I hate this stage because what can you say? Dude, stop drooling before you slip and fall? Yes, my son - those are bewbs and they are very powerful. You must stay away for as long as you can because they are kryptonite to mere mortals, and if I see you gawking like this again, I'm going to smack you upside the head with my purse.

On top of that, Sargent Fuzzy underestimates the power of his smelly pits. I've had a commandment that they can not hang out in the same jammies longer than 2 days or the wrath of mom will come down on them. They all ignore this from time to time, and even after suffering through many a wrath - I'm worn out, and they still stink. And let me point out that teenage boy stink is nothing compared to manly men stink! That stink could kill a tiger and I'm partially convinced this is why there are no tigers in the area. The older 2 are better at cleaning up. It might have something to do with me rubbing their cheek and then pretending it just cut my hand off. Jared is at this stage where he just has peach fuzz on the lip but 4 really, really long hairs on his cheeks. And it grosses me out for some reason. I'm still trying to recover from when I made a big fuss about it, so he grabbed a few strands, held it just so and chopped it off with my good scissors. He did the same thing for the other side and asked if I was happy. His brothers were on the ground laughing hysterically while all I could do was sputter.

Tell me again why I let them live?

Here's an added bonus. Leg hairs look like um, a certain area type hair.....so it seems like my floors are all covered in ah, that certain area type of hair. Hey, I'm trying to keep the spammers at bay here, okay? But I can not underestimate how grossed out I can get. Needless to say, I've been having another round of questioning God and His reasons for giving me 3 boys.

Gal came through the line Monday and had the cutest baby and babies really are a nice way to start people. Because the next person in line had the biggest brat I had ever seen and the mom had no control over this kid. It was really awkward. After she left all I could say was "And this is why some animals will eat their young." Everyone cracked up laughing for some reason.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Sometimes Ya Just Gotta...

Take a few days off! I'm not sure how or why I was scheduled the weekend off but you won't hear me complaining!! Well....I might complain, but it's more like the fact that they upped my hours after telling me I'll be begging for more work. I'm thinking someone either doesn't know me or is not being honest and are convinced if they tell me the truth, I'll run out the door screaming.

That is sounding like a high probability!

I was scheduled to work Friday night but I tried to get someone else to cover for me. I am slightly confused because one manager said it was no big deal and another manager said I better find someone to cover it or I was in trouble. By all means, fire me. It will save me from feeling guilty when I go to quit. I did feel bad because I made a gal a scarf and I think she felt liked she owed me, so she covered it for me. I'll just do what I normally do and make her some goodies and maybe another scarf and hope that will make up for it.

I think I have some issues. Not entirely certain.

The reason I HAD to take Friday off was because it was the book sale! Hallelujah, amen! It was time to load up on some more crack books! Not like I've had a lot of time to read lately but that's not going to stop me. And I couldn't disappoint the gals who were coming down, so I did what I must. I went and had a fabulous time as always. There were a few bumps like there is one lady that constantly hogs the Christian Fiction section. I think she might live under the tables because she is always there no matter how early we are standing out in the cold. But she likes to crowd us out by leaving all her bags in one section and then just keeps scooting next to us until we all take a step to the side or risk her attaching herself to our arm.

Eww! (said in your best Jimmy Fallon voice)

After peeling her off my arm, I gave up and went and checked out a few other areas and circled back around after a while to finally check out the section she guards with her life. About the 3rd book I picked up and put in my bag, she materialized out of nowhere and did her normal lean in and scoot. She does this every time. She's done shopping because she doesn't pick up any more books, but she clearly gets upset if I start taking too many books. It was weird. Seriously lady? You already had first crack at it, you got 3 bags worth of stuff, AND you didn't pick up anything else when we were there so what's the deal? I wasn't having it this time around. I had the high ground and I wasn't surrendering!

That may just be confirmation I really do have issues. I bet she has 15 cats at home. And they're the sane ones in her book hoarding little group.

But I got some good deals. Unfortunately, I bought the same book again. Fred has me beat on this one. He can't keep straight how many books he has read, so when we try to complete a series, doubles sometimes happens. I'm not sure what we'll do with the twin books. Not like anyone is going to want book #7 of a series they've never read. Then I went to put the books on the "to be read" shelf and there was no room. So I just piled the books next to said shelf. It's sort of sad. On top of that the already read box is over-flowing so looks like I'm going to have to spend a few hours straighten some things out. Translation - that's not going to happen.

Next we headed off to Trader Joe's and I think I should be slightly embarrassed that people go there for healthy food and I managed to score every single junk food they sell. I haven't managed to work up enough emotion for it to rise to the surface of actual feelings, but I'm sure it's there. Buried under a bag of cookie butter sandwiches. I haven't tried them yet but somehow I feel it is my duty to try something called cookie butter.

That went off smoothly and then we went to P.F. Chang's. Yum! However, we managed to score thee most grumpiest waitress in the tri-county area. Seeings how we are in the capital of Indiana - that's pretty impressive. This gal's snarl did put a damper on things. We were all skert to ask for anything else because just trying to get her to bring us lemons for our water was apparently too much of an effort. I offered up prayers that we would survive her and we managed to get out unscathed. I opened up my take-out box the next day and had to laugh. She didn't put the rest of my rice in the box. Well alrighty then! For as pricey as that place is I'm thinking they need to screen their staff a teensy bit more. But that's just crazy talk I guess!

People amaze me. I get having a bad day but there is having an off day and choosing to just be one nasty pill. I think if she would have smiled, her face would have cracked and fallen off. We've had a few regular customers like that where they want to argue over everything. They aren't pleasant, they can't smile, and are just nasty. And there is nothing you can say or do to change their attitude. Well, that's not true. I've found out I can make them go from mean to demon possessed in a few short seconds by not giving them what they want. Unpleasant!

And I think I have managed to convince the guys to swap where we grocery shop every other week. I can almost feel the bonds of stuffmart being pulled off of me! Except for the fact that after shopping there for years, we're used to certain things. But we went to Meijer this last time and we all agreed it was a pleasant shopping experience. Paid more money for everything but didn't feel the need to run people over with the grocery cart. That's got to count for something, right?

I think what we'll do is try to load up on certain items and that way we can swap back and forth. This greeter is really starting to wear on us. I just don't feel like standing around talking while blocking the exit to listen to her tell us the same stories or ask the same questions. It's like talking to my FIL. Yeah, no thanks! So maybe this is a good thing. It's forcing us out of our normal get in and get out/just trying to survive mentality. I'm also hoping we'll move to the other side of the city. At least the non ghetto part.

Saturday I made a Coke Cola Chocolate Cake. It was delish. I might make another one latter in the week because it's just that good. Sissy came down today and we had fun hanging out and finishing off the cake. Working on a snack list for next weekend. I still don't care about the Superbowl - I am in it for the commercials and the excuse to make this much dip. Bring it!

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

I Think I Survived The Holidays

Of course I mean the fall holidays - jury is still out on Christmas. And I say that because a few days ago after I got off from work, I came home and finally did a bunch of Christmas goodies that I normally do but haven't had the time to do. Or energy. I don't think I should even begin to touch the topic of me and lack of energy. I'm hoping with hours finally getting back down to normal I've got a shot at recuperating. Can't say as I'm holding my breath but I can dream.

My folks crashed our Christmas Eve dinner. We survived and I'll leave it at that. It wasn't as bad as what it was in the past, but there is still room for improvement. Like them being somewhere else if she can't stop with all the criticism. But on a lighter side, I'm not an emotional wreck about it on the other side of it. Look at me being a grown up and all! Who would of thought? We were able to surprise the guys. We got Tim Hawkins new DVD and we were able to get tickets to go see him live again. Had an awesome time last time and glad we get to do it again.

We just got dumped on with snow. I am not amused. Where was this crap for Christmas? I got all the Christmas stuff down and put away Sunday. Last night I went into work and things where okay and came out to the parking lot covered in snow. At least I got the next couple days off because tomorrow is single digits and me buried under a blanket with a book. Or knitting because I picked up some more yarn. But then again I'm trying to get caught up with my scrapbook stuff. This is starting to get complicated! Which project do I tackle?

Of course, I just realized that we need to go grocery shopping. Talk about a mood killer. It's bad enough that we have to go into stuffmart, but we've been sort of adopted by one of the greeters. She always calls out "there's my boys!" The guys all give me a look of "make her stop." Sorry fellas, but you're on your own. Meet the power of an old lady who won't go away. She's a sweetie, but she is a talker, and after 15 minutes of non-stop talking, I get concern the milk is starting to turn and the ice cream has melted. Except now that it's cold I can't use that excuse any more. Better come up with something quick. My oranges might freeze?

I can't get over how crazy the weather is here. One thing you can count on Michigan - it will be cold. End of story. Here in Indiana we have days where it's in the 50s, a couple days where it's in the 30s, and one day where it dips down in the 20s. And then it'll shoot back up to 50s. Except tomorrow is supposed to be a high of 5. It's weird to look at the calendar and then look out the window and go, What? Does not compute!!

Messes with my head.

Sort of like when I went into work and we had Valentine's Day and St. Patrick's Day stuff out. It was 2 days before Christmas!! I was with a guest, thought I knew what they were looking for, came around the corner and was like, "What the heck??? When did THIS show up?!?" Retail is weird. And for people who wait the week of Christmas for Christmas napkins and such? You are so screwed. We were totally out of wrapping paper the week before Christmas. You snooze, you loose!

Better buy your Easter stuff soon. Sheesh!

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

How TO Lose Track Of Time In A Really Boring Way

Otherwise known as life. This being a grown up stuff really sucks. And what's worse is trying to encourage your children to roll up their sleeves and jump in is challenging especially when you have one that's looking at the murky water of adulthood asking about bacteria. (Tarzan reference)

Pesky questions.

Work has worked me like.....well....a dog. The holiday rush that they tried to prepare me for? Yeah, wasn't prepared. And the nastiness that spewed forth from people? Ba-humbug! I've been pulling 38 hrs a week for the last month and I am beyond exhausted. I have to have my left ankle wrapped all the time and IcyHot is my new perfume of choice. They said this is the last week of crazy. What sucks is the store is just trashed and we can't keep up with it. My ONE day off this week has me sitting here blogging doing laundry and getting ready to go grocery shopping. Only to come home, put it all away, and then tackle more laundry and get all the work shirts all ironed. Such a glamorous life I don't live.

I'm told I'm a ray of sunshine at work, so clearly I have them all fooled. And on an even brighter note, the jerk co-worker quit right before Black Friday. Not like I'm surprised, but I had a hard time containing my glee.

Speaking of glee, the in-laws didn't make it out for a visit. I was so exhausted that I was really relieved. And then I felt bad for feeling that way, but then got over it and then warm and gooey feelings arrived when it dawned on me that we had the whole weekend to do nothing. We had an epic Netflix session and got all caught up on a couple shows. Then we hopped over to HuluPlus to get that all out of the way, because we really are that sad. However, we enjoyed every second of it so I'm not really sorry about our level of slackerness that we achieved. Hey, go big or go home. Since we were already home, we did it epic style.

Although, I want a new home. I came home from work the other night to tons of cars and cops everywhere. I'm sort of skert Tyrone and Skinny Pete have expanded their territory as there was a shooting 2 doors down from us resulting in a dead body. It was late at night. Guys said they heard the shots but didn't see anything. Not like they looked but said the shots were really loud. The news said it was a robbery attempt. Not sure if the dead guy is the robber or the robbie - either way this has only intensified my desire to move by a brazillion. As if I needed the encouragement. But I still ask God why the heck we're here in a big city when we aren't a fan of big city life. Not like I want to go back to Michigan, but can't say as I'm a fan of all of this either. Those ruby slippers hasn't produced much results. Wonder if they need new batteries?

The guys got all their driving hours in. (Hooray!) Only to tank their driving test based on parallel parking. Seriously?!? Who even parks like that anymore? Personally, I thought it was stupid to fail them based on that. She did say they are still a bit timid, which I sadly agree with and can't figure out what the deal is or how to fix it. Fred was the same way at their age. So while part of me is well they'll get there, the other part of me is slightly convinced the male species is a sad species that needs to get their butt in gear.

Lot of praying for them. God has to keep telling me to chill out about everything because I want stuff done already and by yesterday thank you very much!  Blah! Our family motto has been for years is We'll Get There! I'm sort of concern that our mascot might be a slow moving turtle. Not just a normal turtle but an extra slow turtle. If I shove a stick of dynamite in it's shell will this speed things up a bit?

Speaking of slow, Fred finally got through all of his training at the hospital. I think that pushed him beyond his endurance of patience. But he finally did it and has been in the I.V. room all this week. He was able to quit Menard's and we've actually seen each other for more than 15 minutes 2 days in a row. Kind of nice since I like his face and all.  He showed me a picture of some of the equipment and my goodness! Get that man a crazy wig and he could be a mad scientist! Way too complicated for me to figure out, but this is me who still has to remind myself it's i before e except after c.

I'm working like crazy to get my mom's gift made. I made myself a scarf with my loom and she said that would make a wonderful Christmas gift for her. Ha! Wrong color for her coat so I'm working on another one for her. Trouble is I don't think I have enough yarn because I still can't figure out how much yarn I need and last night I was digging through the bin and I don't see the same dye lot number so I'm thinking I might be screwed. Or I just don't care and I'll roll with it which is starting to look like what I'm going to go with. But they are crashing our party on Christmas Eve so I got to get moving.

J is on Christmas break. I'm feeling slightly guilty that I didn't even know he was that close to being done. Matter of fact, he finished all of his history - for the year. Sooo looks like I need to make a quick order here or some time before the year is over with.

Ugh. Life is going too fast for me right now.