Yeah, it's hot-and you're making me crabby.

"It's not the heat, it's the humidity."

Kevin works outside for 12+ hours a day.  He comes home soaked in sweat.

"Is it hot enough for ya?"

I drive home in a car with no a/c.

"What's with this heat?"

My parents, in their 60's, live with no a/c in their home.

"Good LORD, it's HOT!"

Yeah, it's hot, I've got it.  I am hot, too.

"Did you hear about the heat advisory?"

No shit, Sherlock.  It's August in Missouri.

"Take care of the elderly and your pets."

Nope.  I thought I'd let them fry in the sun...thanks, though.

DUH PEOPLE!  It's hot.  I've got it.  I don't need your cliche's or your constant small talk about the heat.  We do this dance every summer.  It's hot, and we'll survive.  In January, you all will be making stupid small talk about the icy roads and the snow drifts in your driveway.  Let's all carry on, and get through this heat wave and get on with life.  We'll be fine.  100 years ago, you'd be working in a field in long sleeves, coming home to cook without a microwave with no a/c to be found.  Deal with it.

Monday, as told by me

OK, I'm coping with Lucy being gone, and she's doing very well over there.

There are some major changes around here, and they've been good for all...so far.   It's day 1, so we'll see how we feel by the end of the week, but it's all good for now.

Kevin is working tons of OT right now, so he was in bed by 7. *sigh* Poor guy.

Hawkeye just wants a cookie.

Natalie just wants me to listen to this ONE song.

Monica just wants me to see her with tape on her mouth.

I just want to have an uneventful day at work.

Everybody wants SOMETHING, so let's all get what we can.

I WILL listen to Natalie's song.  I WILL look at Monica with tape on her mouth.  I WILL send Kevin off to bed at 7.  I WILL give Hawkeye a cookie.  I WILL do everything I can to make tomorrow perfect at work.  I will do what I can, and let the rest fall where it may.

*sigh*

Kevin and Monica just left to take Lucy to her new (old) home.  She's going to live with his work friend, Keith.  That's where we got her as a pup.  Her daddy was Keith's dog, and got scared and ran off on the 4th of July, never to show back up, even though they walked the neighborhood putting up signs and knocking on doors.  It devestated him.

He loves Lucy very much, and had they been able to keep one of the puppies, it would have been our Lucy.  Lucy is home for 12 hours a day with no interaction while we work.  Keith's wife is at home during the day, and there are two little girls there, too.  Natalie and I were too sad to ride along, so we stayed to do our crying here.

It's for the best.  She'll be better off, and in some ways, so will we.  For now, though, Natalie and I will cry a lot and feel sorry for ourselves.

Happy Birthday Kevin

Today is my husband's birthday.  Poor guy.  We've been married for 12 years, and I can count on one hand the number of good birthday's he's had.  For two of them, I was quite large, expecting one or the other of his children.  Once, I had surgery, and was trying to heal.  Once, he had his shoulder in a sling, post-surgery, and another time, he was on crutches, post-surgery.

This year, I was going to try real hard to make it a good one.  I took a couple of vacation days, even.  Well, I have been needing some MAJOR dental work for a few years.  I had to get an appointment on a Friday, so I could heal up before going back to work, where I talk on the phone all day.  Yup, you guessed it.  It happened yesterday.

I knew that there were 4 teeth that needed to come out, due to breakage, etc. and I planned to get 2 pulled, then later go back for the other 2, then start the rebuilding process.  When I got there, the consensus was that I may as well do all 4, and get it over with.  When the surgeon looked, he said, "why not all 5?"  FIVE???  I guess I had one lonely wisdom tooth in there, and it needed to go, too. 

Yes, folks, I had 5 teeth cut out yesterday.  Happy Birthday to Kevin!  Thankfully, Russ drew him his own (very appropriate) pear cartoon, which made his day start off with a bang.  I don't hurt too bad, so I'm going to try to do all I can today, and let him take it easy.  The girls will help me.

If we aren't successful, we will reschedule his birthday for another date.  We were trying to avoid that, but sheesh, the guy's gotta celebrate, right?

School Supply Shopping

Today was the day to buy those pesky school supplies.  I hate shopping for school supplies.  It makes me mean and crabby.  I decided that the girls were old enough to do it on their own, so we grabbed mom and ran off to WalMart.  The girls headed in behind their grandma.

The girls both grabbed a shopping cart and a supply list, and Monica found the supply section right away.

 

They found a bin full of great bargains, and didn't leave until they had checked them out fully.

Natalie checks the list again and again, so she won't miss anything.

Monica was quite pleased with finding of the right color scissors.  Green is all the rage this season.

Each "beep" of the register sounds hollow to me.  I can almost feel the cash depleting from my account.

And Monica's cart isn't even unloaded yet!

It just kept coming and coming, beeping and beeping.  I was getting weak in the knees.

We got home with quite the pile of stuff. 

But, I mean seriously, isn't this a tad much?

I need to go lie down.

Another video

There is another video over on my other journal, from my Memphis trip.  It's a young street performer, flipping out for the crowd.

Home at last...and day 4

I'm sick of ducks, and I'm sick of being gone.  I had a great time, but it's SO much better to be home with my girls and my husband.  Now, I'll go out and sit on the deck with the girls, and call my son to visit, while my dear, sweet, overworked husband sleeps on the couch.  I'll even change the TV to a manly show, so when he wakes up, he'll feel tough.

I love you, Kevin.