Friday, June 24, 2016

When Your Life Just Strapped On Running Shoes

All you can do is hold on and go with it. I'm pretty sure I blinked and a whole month went by. I just looked at the calendar where my eyes focused in on the date and not just to see what time so and so has to be where on which day. I thought for sure my eyes were playing tricks on me. And when I took a gander at the month, I felt a bit lightheaded.

I'm sitting here waiting to get a phone call from my folks to inform me that my grandma has passed. She had a stroke Saturday and by Monday she was in a coma. She's 95 and hasn't been doing all that great for months so it is really weird to sit here and just wait. All the texts between aunts and cousins you would think she's already been gone for a few days. Lot of stuff to go through. I'm relieved for my folks who have waited on this stubborn woman like crazy for the last 3 years. It's hard to watch them go through all that and I can't help but think of the future and wonder. Then I have to think of something else, because I just can't go there.

On top of that, I'm behind on a few things and I do find that kind of depressing. J was done with school back in April and I haven't finished grading his math. I can think of about 302 things I would rather do. Shockingly, I seem to have that exact same number of things that need my immediate attention.

May rolled in with J turning 17, M getting employee of the month, (Take that evil manager from the underworld!) and N getting a job at Sam's Club. The guys' car is having some crazy issues. Like it won't release the key once in park. M has a few tricks up his sleeve to get the thing to click and then it'll release. N seems to have all the patience of a gnat and doesn't want to mess around with it. Read all that to Mom will you take me? It's only 6 minutes away, I think I can handle it. Until someone forgot to watch the clock and kept on working and I sat out in the hot sun for over an hour with the sun shining in my face.

I thought about letting him walk home.

Fred's job has pretty much turned into bailing water in a sinking ship at the moment. I think I heard the terms trial by fire been used more than once. He knew going in there were a lot of problems that need to be dealt with but right now they've have 1 person quit, 2 retire, and another moving in another month. Leaves the schedule in shambles and that leaves Mr. Robot to fill in all those gaps. He said I might not see him for the month of July and possibly August. We're like two ships that pass each other and briefly say hi as we charge on to the next port. Our text messages have been entertaining. A couple that can joke together will keep their sense of humor in the midst of sheer chaos.

Chaos - thy name is schedule.

In the midst of all the crazy, we finally found a church back in March. Hallelujah and amen! Because I was pretty much resigned to the fact that it wasn't going to happen. Like ever. How we found it was pretty weird and long story short - it's a God thing. Stuff is brewing on that front. Right now I'm trying to dodge getting asked to help with VBS. Bolting out the door as soon as pastor says amen has been working quite well so far. I do have an excuse as both Nicholas and Fred have to be at work in the afternoon, so there is no time for dilly-dallying.

Trying to balance everyone's work schedule, church stuff, a handful of some other stuff, and I thought I was about ready to tackle another home improvement project. The kitchen cabinets have at least 3 coats of different colors of paint. I can tell as it's all starting to chip around the handles. The walls are a shade of tan I'm not liking and the cabinets were painted almost the same shade. It's just blah. After being very happy with how the bathroom turned out, my eyes can't stop looking at the cabinets pretty much the same way you look at chipped finger nails. The loathing starts to build until you push past the feelings of don't want to and just get it done. I need to get them all stripped down to bare word and then we can see what we have to work with if Fred is still allowed his vacation time. I'm hoping I can tackle one section at a time so I don't get overwhelmed with everything, because I'm sort of surprised at how easy that is to achieve. Because once I get overwhelmed I want to go hide in my blanket fort and pretend I don't exist.

It doesn't work very well. Especially the closer it gets to dinner time.

But right now everything is on hold to see what's going on with grandma. Honestly, I'm amazed she's lasted this long. The rate everything is going, it might just be me and Jared that goes to the funeral. My folks would be livid. Depending on the day all but Nicholas can do it. The thing that gets me is everyone was all over me for the guys to get jobs. Okay - check. Now I got people all pissed off because the guys are - wait for it - working all the time and don't have time for things.

People. Gotta love them.....from a distance. As I run in a different direction.

Monday, May 2, 2016


I am so going to take a moment here and totally brag on my man. Dude has been a super hard worker. These last few years was just a big ol' huge leap of faith. That and there was that whole didn't have a choice thing going on. Minor detail. It wasn't easy jumping to a totally different career, but he did it. And in spite of all the oppositions, the bad pay at the beginning, it has paid off.

He has always been a crazy hard worker, so it was no surprise that he's done very well on all his reviews. Some have been so glowing with praise we about hung them in the hallway and used them for nightlights. Not even joking. The comments were just shy of gushing but lots of comments about how inspiring his hard work has on the place. While I already knew that about him, it was really nice to see people appreciate just how good he is at things. He just has this way of calming down situations without even trying. He always manages to calm my crazy self down. I'm now sure how he uses those Jedi tricks, but he's really good at it.

So it should come as no surprise that he just snagged the supervisor position of all the pharm techs in the hospital. It was quite the interesting turn of events. Couple of years ago the supervisor position opened up and several people, including high ranking people at the hospital, suggested he apply for it. He tossed his hat in the ring and while he didn't get it, the guy they went with was really impressive on paper. In marches reality and the guy turned out to be, and I quote, a fiasco, and ended up getting fired right around the holidays. The department has limped on with mainly Fred stepping in and filling in all the gaps. He's caught several mistakes and a couple huge ones that saved the hospital's bacon.

They opened up the supervisor position but it was in-house only. We had to pray hard about this because there were a few situations between co-workers that reminds you of schoolyard junk - from elementary school. There has been a lot of good enough attitudes and sloppy stuff that did makes us wonder if he really wanted to tackle it. Management can be a weird combo of babysitting and trying to heard cats. After a lot of praying, felt like he was supposed to do it. I joked that I bet once they got his application, they were going to shut it down and say, "We got who we wanted,"

Turns out I was right.

He was apologized to for not being given the position the first go around. Whoa! We knew he had a shot but didn't know he was that strong of a contender. Wow! I so wish he would let me copy what the announcement said about him. Glowing! And some of the congratulatory emails from high ranking people he got were really impressive. This is a pretty big deal. He's had some high ranking people stop by his office - yeah - to congratulate him and everyone is excited to see what he'll do with the department. It really was one of those God timing things. Having worked in the department, he knows what needs fixed, knows all the ins and outs, and everyone likes him.

I am beyond proud of him! We've had a lot of hard years, and he has had some really crappy bosses over the years too. Lot of people have underestimated him and have looked down their noses at him. Of course, I'm usually standing behind him flipping them off, but let's not go there. It's been frustrating to know how awesome he is and to see how many times people have blown him off for whatever reason. For him to get this opportunity is pretty awesome. He already completed a project that they gave him a month to do because he's just that awesome. He said he hasn't had to use this part of his brain in a long time so he's having to shift gears. I think he's the right man for the job. Lot of people respect him. There isn't one person there he hasn't helped. He isn't asking people to do anything he hasn't done himself repeatedly. I think the administration part is down right giddy to have a new sheriff in the department. Because if people think that nice guy Fred is going to let their lazy carcasses get away with things, they better buckle up because the storm is about to go down.

If all that awesomeness wasn't enough, he helped me freshen up the powder room. When we walked through this house, the lady had it decorated really cute. Once she left and we got it, I pretty much can't stand the shade of every wall. It's been slow going, but we're making progress. But I'm not sure why I decided to do this right before the in-laws came out for a visit. Maybe their visit gave me the needed push to get it done, or maybe it's because my mom offered to come help sometime next week that got me in gear. Who knows? *cough,cough*

I got it all painted in time for their visit and he has got a few more finishing touches to do and it'll be complete. He spent his day off getting the oil changed in the guys' car, helping me with several errands, we had to take back the new faucet because it wasn't working, got all that done and reinstalled, and then worked 2 back to back doubles over the weekend. How he survives all the craziness of life and acts likes it's no big deal is beyond me. But I'm so very grateful that he does and am amazed by him! *gush*

Sunday, April 10, 2016

Mama Bear And Warrior Princess

All rolled into one. Thankfully, that doesn't have to read: I might need an alibi or bail money. Last couple of months have just been brutal on all kinds of levels. I've had mama bear on high alert for different situations with all 3 guys, but there isn't anything I can do about it. This leaves the grizzly old gal to slap a tiara on her head and go into prayer warrior mode with all the fierceness of a ticked off bear. Even if she is rocking that tiara.

Just saying.

This stage I'm smack dab in the middle with my guys is taking a lot out of me. Not in a bad way, it's just all so uncharted and at times frustrating. I think it's frustrating because I can't make a dang thing happen. I have to sit back with all my crazy mama bear instincts and use the warrior princess mode to beat the she-beast into prayer. Because it takes a warrior to fight off mama bear instincts. I didn't realize was how much strength it really takes to pry your hands off and let go.

I think what has been so hard with this stage of adult children is trusting their relationship with God. Are they really hearing from Him correctly or is this fear pushing them off course? That's been a huge challenge. I think I've navigated it with all the grace of a wounded hippo on heels. Ain't purdy. And if they catch me at the wrong time of the month? Carnage. Lots of carnage.

Michael has a manager from hell. The things this guy has said to my son has me taking practice swings with a baseball bat to get warmed up. However, I think I'm more upset about it than he has been. I wanted him to go to HR and get moved but dude said he really feels he's right where he's supposed to be at. It rattled him, but it stretched him. We prayed and stood on some scriptures for 2 months, every day, and finally the angry guy has backed off. Yesterday he even attempted to be nice.

Shout out to the couple of people that talked me off the ledge! And while I joked I wanted to knee-cap the manager, I really appreciate having someone else to tell me to calm down. Fred gets tired of it and we both know I'm only going to kinda listen.

Extra bonus, Michael has been praying everyday for the company and they've hit quotas left and right, and their safety numbers are looking good. I still don't like this manager, and have thought about making him some special ex-lax brownies, but couldn't come up with a way for it to get just the stinky manager without it nailing other people.

What? I'm not THAT spiteful. *ahem!*

While all of that was going on with him, Nicholas was getting kind of clobbered. First month he was helping my dad, no problem. Second month, horrible headaches on his days off, was super grouchy, and didn't feel great. I was doing my bible study when it dawned on me that he needs to fight it and not agree with it. Sure enough, he started praying against that and the headaches and exhaustion went away. This last month, however, he just wants to be done. I can't blame him at all. Jared doesn't want to help my dad at all anymore either.

My folks. Well, let's just say they are rather pushy. Not to mention beyond delusional. My dad is pushing himself too much. He got light headed last week at the show. He said it felt very much like what happened in December. Not happy to hear that. This is stressing my mom out, which doesn't help that whole stroke thing. They both were saying they think Nicholas can go do the shows himself so they can spread themselves out. It's comments like that that really piss me off. N has said repeatedly he doesn't like selling and that he is only doing this so dad can get back on his feet physically. To have my dad try to get him to do more than he is already doing irritates me.

Dad thinks the guys don't do enough, has even made comments here and there that sound like he thinks they are lazy and therefore he needs to push them harder since I won't - according to him. That's usually when that mama bear takes off the tiara and says, "say that again, I dare you." The grace for it is gone and I can tell dude's whole attitude about everything has soured. Since he's gone on the weekends, him and I go to church on Wednesday nights and we had a long talk about mainly his prideful attitude and how fear was creeping in there as well. Next day, he applied to a few more places, which is nothing short of a miracle because he's been so discouraged and busy that he hadn't put much effort into changing the situation.

I'll leave off how many blow ups we've had over it, the ranting texts I've sent Fred telling him to do something with his son or I'm shipping him to Siberia, and stuff like that. Because that might just taint that picture perfect family imagine we have going on. Bahahaha! Sorry. I couldn't help myself.

I hope something opens up for N real quick. We've all had enough of it for different reasons. I know how my folks can be and I shudder for him. Time for a shift. I'm also having to shift some gears. Jared just wrapped up back to back fencing lessons. He really liked it. I think he liked the epee better than the foil which it's a different type of sword. I couldn't tell you much more than that as I wasn't always paying attention. I'm just happy he's done and he'll be finished with all his schoolwork and will be on summer break before the month is done. Then I'll drag him to go get his driver's permit, and then proceed to talk to God about the rapture and how soon He can make that happen.

Although God is tossing me for a loop here. Just got back from the Homeschool Convention. Had a blast! But was sort of tossed something I'm still mulling over. It's sort of like hey you should do this and I'm like wait, what? Um, no. No thanks. I suck at it anyway, but thanks for thinking of me. I'll see how long I can get away with that before God gets after me. I'm still trying to get caught up on laundry and sleep that I desperately need. So I'll leave off with a mysterious air of a slight possibility of.....something.
But more blog post should be happening soon-ish. Maybe. After I go hibernate for a while, because that's what bears do.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

When December Turns Into Nothing But A Blur

And you realized that January is trucking right along! My folks' health scares were enough to keep me hopping, but life doesn't always give you just one round of things to deal with at a time. That almost sounds fair and according to Fred - fair is a four letter cuss word!

Had one kid get hosed on a job and the other one take a job at FedEx with a shift starting at the butt crack of dawn. And oh happy day! The brakes went out on their car the day he started. This, of course, has left moi to be taxi. At the butt crack of dawn. Because when the chips hit the trail, it is mom to the rescue.

God bless her little heart.

Her sleep deprived little heart.

And by her, I mean me. Please, God, bless me! My eyes have been extra heavy with not enough sleep. How is it twenty years later and these turkeys are still causing me to be sleep deprived?!?

It's been super weird too because everything has been either in slow motion or super sonic speed. I've had these moments where I'm about ready to go all Sunrise, Sunset. I think the first time I dropped Michael off at work, he suddenly looked like he was 6 years old. It probably didn't help that the work coat we got was a few sizes too big, so it looked like he was wearing his daddy's coat. I told this to the guys and they all started laughing at me saying I must be sleep deprived and what a hoot I am.

Yeah, haha - so funny. Totally hilarious. *gulp!* I think I have issues.

Plus, he's discovered the joys of a lazy co-worker and getting to share the blame because someone refuses to be a team player. When he was telling me about this, I about turned around and ran the guard shack to hunt the manager down. Like I said, I have issues. I wouldn't really have done it. It's just that the thought was right there, my foot might have hovered over the brake pedal, and it's possible my hands did tighten up on the wheel. It's not like I was ready to go full blown hickerbilly, but I just slightly thought about it. But kudos to him as he said he refused to be offended and totally cast that care over to God. He said he can tell it's a test and he is determined to pass it.

He is a much wiser person than I could ever hope to be.

All this driving back and forth in the wee hours just happens to be when Fred's schedule is all 2nd shift. So if I want to see him, I got to stay up late. Then I'm getting up at a time that no person should be up by, get out the door, come back home and try not to pass out on the couch while I wait. Since it's a by load type of shift, they have no idea how long the shift is going to last. There have been a few times he was already done and had to text me to come get him. We both usually head back to bed when we get back. I try to force myself up so I have a chance to see Fred before he goes off to work and then finish off the day in a zombie like phase.

We've had so much stuff going on that it took us a while to get their car in to get fixed. We've been taking their car and he's been driving there but he's still concern about driving back home because he's worn out and sore. We got hit with some snow so this has been some extra time for me to instruct him on driving in snow. He's about ready to take over. Just took him a while to get his confidence up, juggle a new schedule, and get his body used to all the heavy lifting. We all sort of laugh. Michael is the shortest one of the group, but dude has these arms of steel. Jared tossed something at him and said, "Hey biceps, open this for me."

So while M's been tackling that, the guy that got hosed on a couple jobs has ended up being a huge blessing all the way around. He got strung along with a couple places while they were trying to get approval from corporate to higher more people. Don't even get me started on that and according to a couple of managers I used to work for, it happens a lot. Corporate didn't give approval and one thing after another fell through. I have been so frustrated for him I could spit. Granted, not very well, but the angst was there. He, on the other hand, has maintain his peace and has covered for his brother who's been flat worn out. Then he shocked all of us and has been a huge help to my dad selling BBQ products, driving him everywhere, and doing all the heavy lifting. He's outsold my dad twice and my dad can sell snow to a polar bear! Dude doesn't enjoy it but has done this out of his heart to help my dad.

I really feel like he is positioning himself for some serious blessings. My dad is stubborn and will not slow down. This one can give him a run on stubbornness and it's kind of funny to see them together. While dad is getting better, he is still pretty weak. That first weekend, dad admitted he never would have made it without Nicholas' help. (We all told him it was too soon and he didn't want to hear it.) It's been a huge peace of mind that Nicholas is doing this for him. He was saying if anything would have happened he wouldn't have been able to live with the guilt because he could have helped but didn't want to do it. He is doing it unto the Lord and says he can tell it's forcing him out of his shell. I wasn't even aware he was ever IN a shell, but dude has committed to helping his grandpa until the right job comes along. Which causes me to have a lot of mixed emotions.

It's moments like this that I look at them and think dang! You guys are better adults than I am. And then there are times they do something really stupid and I think it's going to take a miracle for them to get it all together. I can say, they have way, way more brilliant, intelligent, and very deep spiritual insight with different circumstances than the brain farts, so there really is hope.

And I need to cling to that hope especially when dealing with Jared, because da boy is nothing but a walking cloud of brain farts lately. He has had a few days where his attitude smells just as bad as a fart too. I know it's a stage, I have been here before. I just don't like this stage, nor its know-it-all attitude.

If that isn't enough to make me sigh - a deep sigh that wants a bag of chocolate and a room all to myself - he's starting to study for his driving permit. While he won't take it till spring, just knowing that it's lurking out there, like a dark cloud looming off in the horizon ready to rain all over my happiness doesn't help. Plus, I'm putting him in a beginner's fencing group, because I apparently thought arming long arms with a sword was a good idea. The older guys keep telling me I'm nuts, but after surviving all the music stuff with them, I guess I'm looking for a change of pace. I'm hoping it'll burn off some of his squirrelly energy. If he comes at me with another flying tackle, I'm refusing to come out of my room. He loves to just hop on Fred's back with no warning. It truly is a miracle that Fred keeps his balance and hasn't crashed into anything. I'm still waiting to hear back if there is a spot open. Classes start in a few days and if he's in, my schedule has officially gone to psychotic stage.

I might get sleep sometime in the summer.

Thursday, December 17, 2015

And Here I Thought I Was Tired

Turns out I am flat out exhausted! I think last week's crisis has settled down. I'm right now up to my eyeballs with this week's idea of how to mess with me.

Actually, it's been more than a week but at this rate, I can't keep up! My dad had finished doing a craft show selling the BBQ sauce when he fell over dead. Seriously. He had to be shocked twice to get his heart starting again. It was thought that he had another heart attack but to make a long story short, his heart had a brain fart and his whole body shut down. I'm going to take this moment and say you hear all the evil that is out there and you sometimes wonder is God even paying attention. Let me tell you, YES, HE IS!

Dad had just finished up, was minutes away from getting behind the wheel and heading off to the next show on his busy schedule. He said he started feeling lightheaded and sat down and the next thing he remembers was waking up Sunday morning in a hospital. However, he JUST so happened to be in a room with other vendors who turned out to be a nurse, an EMT, a fireman, and a police officer was on site. A room full of total strangers came together and helped someone out in need. People finished loading up his van for him, another one called my mom, and everyone rushed him to the hospital. They said he was a local celebrity from all the commotion it caused.

It was bad. And we are all convinced if they would have had to call 911 and waited, there would have been no bringing him back. His BP was so low they couldn't give him any meds. Anytime they gave him anything stronger than Tylenol he crashed on them. He was in Ohio and mom rushed to be by his side while Fred and I went to packed up the other show he was supposed to be at. We were going to head to the hospital the next day and drive dad's van back to their place and see what all mom needed done.


Got a phone call from the hospital about 2:30 am. that my Mom almost passed out on them. She was white as a sheet and had slurred speech so they sent her to the ER. I said good call as she has had a history of stroke.

Dad in ICU and Mom in ER. These people! I swear I am ready to commit them some place!

I felt bad because I only woke up one kid to let him know what was going on, and then Fred and I were out the door to make a 3 hour drive. I should have woke them all up and let them know what was going on. Not everyone saw the note we left so there was some panic with J until he found out what was going on. Bad call on my part.

Added bonus! We ran into heavy fog the last half hour of the drive. Turned out Mom was fine, she didn't eat, didn't drink water, and was on her feet for over 5 hours with dad. They had her back up in his room before we got there. Thankfully Sissy and her mom had drove up to see them thinking we were going to be there. They sat with them and she text me updates. At one point my mom told her to text me everything is fine to relax. I told Sissy to tell her to bite me. I guess she handed to phone over to my mom who cracked up laughing at it and all the nurses decided they loved me and couldn't wait till I got there.

I got to boss the crap out of my mom. It was glorious!

I will say in her defense she didn't really have the time to eat or drink. Dude was in a lot of pain and was thrashing around a lot. They had to strap his hands down as he had pulled on every tube. They were using his right leg's main artery so that leg had to be in a brace to keep him from moving. We had to fight with his left leg as it want to bang into the right leg knocking out the port as that would be really bad. So for 5 hours straight mom had to keep wrestling with his leg, needless to say it wore her out. He was out of it. It was the body just responding out of the shock and pain. Plus he was trying to find a comfortable position.

Once I got there I took over the wrestling match with dad's leg and let her sleep. Fred was smart, he found a recliner in the ICU waiting room that folded out flat and he slept for 5 hours. I think I got 1 hour of sleep. He did most of the driving all day so I was glad he was somewhat rested.

I have had everyone texting me asking me if I'm freaking out. Nope. I haven't even shed a tear. I'm fine. At this stage, it was his 3rd attack. I know the lingo, I know what they are concern about, I know what they are aiming for. Got it. So I just roll with the punches on what needs to get done now and what needs to get done next.

Fred was checking out all the meds they had him on and was explaining what meds was for what and what it should do. We drove dad's van home the next day and got mom a change of clothes. When we came back, Fred noticed right away his BP was up saw all the new bags of meds and asked why they were giving him antibiotics. The lungs had too much fluid in them and got pneumonia in both lungs. I'm not sure they told mom that or not - she seemed surprised Fred figured it out.

I had to dragged mom down to the cafeteria a couple of times to get her something to eat. She kept saying she wasn't hungry and I kept saying I didn't give a rat's @$$ she was going to eat anyway to keep her strength up. I said if I get another phone call because she was being stupid, I was going to return with my angry eyebrows and I was taking over. She started laughing and so did the nurses. Mom looked at them and asked if she had a choice and they said nope. I've asked her everyday if she's eaten anything and what she has had to eat. She needs to eat more protein. Which is flipping hilarious because she was just going off about grandma when they were down for Thanksgiving about not eating right and here she's doing the same thing.

The irony was rather thick. So much so, that I told mom she was acting like her MIL. If looks could kill.

It took a few days for him to get transported back to Indiana with his heart doctor. Was really happy when he was off the ventilator. His doctor was not happy with him. He wanted to insert a defibrillator pacemaker back when dad has his heart attack 3 years ago. My folks both said the doctor didn't tell them the odds, I guess with his condition every year increases his risk of having another heart attack. His heart was down to functioning at only 15% and my dad tends to over-dos things.

I took the guys up to see him the day before they did the procedure with the pacemaker. I think Jared needed to see him to make sure everything was okay. Nicholas teased him that if wanted them to come visit he could have just asked. That got a round of chuckles. We took mom out to eat and I made her eat.

Talked to them today and they are just both worn flat out. I can imagine! She said she has no energy to do anything. Dad said last night was the first night he got to sleep in his bed and slept all night. I think he had to have his arm in a sling and had to be elevated for a few days. Sounds like they are on the mend.

Wished it wouldn't have happened, but relieved that even though it was a crazy mess to go through, glad the right people were at the right place at the right time. Very grateful for Fred helping me juggle everything. Couldn't have done it without him. We had to rush back home to get a guy to an interview and he was off to work. I got a few days to chill and then it was on to the next round of stuff to deal with because the craziness continues.

I could use some of that Peace on Earth right about now. I got to take a guy into work for training at 2 a.m. and then pick him up around 5:30 seeings how the brakes went out on their car today. But of course it did! Grr!

Saturday, November 28, 2015

You Know I'm Tired When...

All I can do is shrug my shoulders at this point if you can even see the blog straight. Let's just say I wrestled with this thing waaay longer than I had intended and now I'm totally over it. The banner and the background don't want to line up and play nice.

I'm now at the official whatever stage.

That could just be George talking. Then again this caused a deep level of angst to rise up and throw things. So far the eye twitch is talking me out of throwing the keyboard, so there's the one and only happy thing going for me right at this moment.

Welp. We survived Thanksgiving. I hope you all - ya'll - whatever - had a wonderful time. My dad was in a good mood, grandma was hanging in there, and mom raided my books. Fun was had by all. Fred managed to score some overtime so we won't start decorating until Monday. I don't like it when Thanksgiving falls at the very end of November. I feel like the Christmas decorations don't get enough time to fully annoy me so that I am properly motivated to pack them all away.


The guys have gone through another round of interviews and fingers crossed they both may have finally snagged a job. I have noticed that if you are in your 20s that anyone and everyone will come up to you and ask you all kinds of questions ranging from school to career to relationships. And like any 20 something year old will tell you - that gets old real flipping quick! I'm trying to maintain that whole boundary line where I don't share too much with what is going on with them. I don't know about you, but nothing annoyed me more then when my mom would start telling people my life story while I was standing right there.


We are actually kicking around the idea of popping up to Michigan for a day and kind of hitting everything we miss. I'm slightly embarrassed to say most of it involves food. But they ARE guys and one of them did say his favorite hobby was to eat. From what I hear that's exactly what their dad said when he was their age. Well, okay, then.

The downer is there is only one day that is going to work with Fred's crazy schedule. So our plans are just going to have to sort of hang in the unknown while we wait to see what is happening with the guys' and their schedule. I'm sort of feeling 50/50 on it. I don't like to be rushed and there is a strong possibility that it would be a day of go!go!GO! And that's not even considering seeing anyone. Although, to be honest, it would be a very short list. Sort of makes me tired just thinking about it. My mom said I was being a total pansy who needed to get over it and just do it. I wasn't aware she was a spokes person for Nike. And if she is - they have my sympathy. Lot of driving. And the newbie drivers flipped out and said no when I asked if they would do some of it.

For now I'm just going to hang out with my blanket I finally got done. I refuse to take pictures of it because 3 panels managed to come out in some whack-a-do pattern and the rest didn't. I had to add a few more inches more on a couple panels because a couple balls of yarn were a bit short. Of course, the added on part ended up with a totally different goofy pattern. I have made a Frankenblankie! It ain't gonna win any awards, but it feels wonderful and is super duper soft!! I guess that's all that matters.

Matter of fact, it's calling my name as I feel I could use a nap. For like 3 days.

Monday, November 9, 2015

Mail, E.Mail

You've got questions? Well, I don't have answers!
So I've received a few emails saying how they can't get my blog posts anymore. Frankly, I find that surprising as I wasn't aware anyone could even get this via email. Clearly, my tech savvy skills are lacking. But I think I'm having issues on my settings, because I have no idea what I'm doing.

As if this should surprise anyone.

I think the last setting I did changed the whole universe. Not really, but that's how it feels. Not sure what to do. My blog traffic went through the roof last year and I couldn't figure out why. It's not like I've been out there blog hopping and trying to pull in traffic.

Sidenote: I need to find more blogs to read as most of the people on my sidebar list have stopped blogging or have hit a slump like me where life grabs them by the face and slams them into a wall. Thank goodness for the popular blogs as I would be lost without them. I need something to read. Unlike my blog posts that tend to be more like a mini-series or a short book with no plot.

Anyhoo, I had noticed this nachobot site that kept popping up every day and I came across another blogger who was furious with this site. She had the same thing happen: spike in blog traffic for no reason, some email from some dude who's name you can't pronounce saying he would like to add blog to his website and it would increase traffic. I'm not really sure how it works. I know you have to sign into his website which seems a bit shady. After reading this other blogger, it's sounds several shades shady. Apparently, it copies your blog WITHOUT PERMISSION, puts it on their site, slaps advertisements on it and banks the money off of your work. Not cool!

From what I've gathered the guy refuses to stop using your blog even after you ask him to stop. There were a few suggestions and one of them was to change up some settings. I did and traffic has come to a sad trickle. Granted, I've been a bad blogger for not putting out consistent stuff, but this brought it to a dead stop. I'm still getting a lot of traffic on the older blog posts, but nothing on the new stuff. Not sure if I should go back to original settings or what to do. I'm not really sure I want 30 people from Japan reading my posts. What if I say something really stupid and it's offensive in their culture? Possibly not but why take that chance? These are some of the random thoughts I have. Like why would anyone from Germany read this? I can only imagine how strange a lost in translation this would all sound. Then again, maybe I sound like I'm completely another language.

I'm thinking no.

I'm still trying to figure out how to put the settings back without having some creepier run of with my blog posts and make some sweet pocket change while I do all of this for nothing. I'm now starting to reconsider Adsense. I had it briefly many moons ago, but took it down once it got hacked and ads for products that scare me starting showing up. We have products that can grow parts of the male anatomy and there are still diseases out there without a cure because WHY?!?

Another email I get a lot is why don't I have a Facebook page for my blog. Good question. 1) I'm sort of on the lazy side, so I haven't bothered to look into it. 2) I have people I'm forced to be friends with on Facebook and there is no way on God's green earth that I want them to read my blog.

Don't act like you don't KNOW what I'm talking about. Relatives are weird. You want to stay in touch with people and it's even better to know what's going on with them without ever having to talk to them thanks to Facebook. It's also mildly entertaining to see how they present themselves to the world when you know for a fact that they are full of it, and it takes superhuman strength not to comment liar, liar pants on fire on some of their posts.

The struggle is real.

I would like to tell you I'm going to get better at writing blog posts consistently but I have a feeling that would be a lie. Holiday season is gearing up, and I'm not really sure where the schedule stands at this moment. I got the book sale this week and I started a PMS Club with some of my former co-workers. That's going to make for a busy weekend!