Yesterday I noticed that my tax refund had been deposited into my checking account. I made a mental note to think some more about where that money needed to go; would I have enough to maybe buy something not strictly necessary? Would I need to set it all aside for bills and the move? Well, I have been checking periodically on my leaky pipe in the basement because it's only BARELY leaking, you understand, but I figure it warrants watching. As I opened the basement door this morning, I chuckled to myself, thinking how ironic it would be if I found the leak had worsened and needed immediate...
... any time I have to, say, do anything else. At all. Ever. Listen, I hadn't had my hair cut since NOVEMBER. I waited as long as I could, because after the relative freedom of cutting all of my hair off a while ago I immediately turned into Goldilocks and was all "I want it SHORTER. No! Wait! That's TOO short! Now a bit longer. That's good. A little more. No! SHORTER!" After a while of this, I settled on A Plan to grow it out to something still short, but longer than it had been, and as this involves growing out umpteen layers, I have been TRYING to stretch out the time inbetween...
My day was going along, you know, and it wasn't anything out of the ordinary at all, and that was fine. Then I got a call from school about one child, and then later as I girded myself to deal with that child and that particular issue (and was coaching myself to try to refrain from starting with "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?"), the kids arrived home and the OTHER child had a note detailing an EVEN BETTER transgression, one that caused said child to hand me the note and then RUN AWAY CRYING because there was no question at all that sticking around would mean bearing witness to my brain actually...
So, hi. I have been busy cooking my eyeballs in delicious virus juices and also watching an awful lot of "30 Minute Meals" and "Flip That House" and occasionally some "Little House on the Prairie" because that way I can get the children to come lie on the couch with me and keep me warm. All of which is fascinating, I know. I'm, like, the only person in the ENTIRE WORLD to ever get sick. Right? Right?? No? Oh. Well, then. So far my favorite part of this illness was my mother telling me I should've gotten a flu shot, and I told her I DID get a flu shot, and she said then I couldn't be sick. I...
Two things for today … Okay, maybe three. One: I’m not Mir, this is Otto writing. Two: Mir IS the bargain queen, but there are consequences. As you know, she’s been renovating this and repairing that around the house. This morning, we hopped into my old truck and headed to the local Everything You Ever Need For Your Home store to pick up more stuff. On the list: Five feet of counter top Bathroom sink and faucet Metal dryer venting Hangers for metal dryer venting Screws to attach hangers for metal dryer venting Not officially on the list but tucked into the back of our minds was a new...
Continuing in their fine tradition of tackling my internet problems with alacrity, today TWO cable repair trucks showed up in my driveway. I was thrilled! I mean, I'm not really clear on why Comcast would be utilizing the buddy system (unless it's a safety issue, what with people beating the crap out of useless repairmen who show up a week after the problem occurred), but I figured two trucks had to be good news. Right? Hahahaha. Two burly repairmen came inside and messed around with my computer and reported that my cable modem is fine. Which it was, at that particular moment. I recounted my...
Dear everyone who is important to me, This has been quite a year for me. If you're someone I see or talk to regularly, you've probably left me a bunch of phone messages I haven't returned. If you're someone far away and/or whom I remain in only sporadic touch, not only haven't you heard from me, you have no idea, perhaps, that I'm getting married and all the other things that have changed this year. You all deserve a beautiful Christmas card from me. A sickly-sweet photo of my children, and a heartfelt message inside, along with a succinct summary of news (but not a Christmas Form Letter,...
If I sell you something on eBay, and you ignore my auction terms that state you must contact me within 2 days and pay within 5, and you ignore my repeated reminders, and you finally pay with NO explanation and NO apology but have the nerve to add "please tell me when you ship so Santa can watch for the package," I might forget to go to the post office today. I might forget on Monday, too.
I wasn't going to talk about it, because I don't want to talk about it. I want to take the high road. I want to believe things will work out quickly. Here on the high road, I am having migraines every couple of days. I have some good meds for the migraines, stuff that's so expensive that my insurance will only let me have six pills each month, which I think is pretty ridiculous for non-narcotic medicine that doesn't even do me the courtesy of making me high. Hmph. And I'm working, and taking care of the kids, and doing the things I need to do. And I'm happy, most of the time. But my head...
