Sunday stuff

The Nascar race was....ehh.  Race a while, rain delay, race a while more, a longer rain delay, end on an iffy note.  The Chiefs game was...ehh.  Yeah, we won, but we didn't play until the second half.  What is this?  Yeah, it's Marty Ball all over again.  One good half.  You can't win a season playing one half per game.  I guess a win is a win, and we're finally 2-2, going into a 2 week home stretch.

Tomorrow will be "normal" life.  Tuesday, Kevin will have his shoulder yanked apart, then I'll bring him home.  Friday, I'll pack.  Saturday, I'll leave home around 4:30 in the morning, to head to Myrtle Beach.  I'll be home Monday afternoon.

The following weekend, Kevin will be gone to Carthage for the golf tournament.  The weekend after that, the girls will head to Branson with Mom and Dad, and Carthage will have the Maple Leaf Festival.

I guess we can be glad that tomorrow is normal.  One day at a time, right?  I have a work-around for what my car is doing.  I have parents to help when someone needs a ride to the hospital, so I can get half a day in, and save "perfect attendance."  My girls have their new friends now, so they're happy.

What?  I didn't mention the new friends?  Yes, we have cats again.  2 sibling cats, both fixed and front declawed and up-to-date on shots.  Those were the clinchers.  They wanted cats SO badly.  We will leave them downstairs to roam and get comfortable before introducing them to Hawkeye.  He's a bit overwhelming to people, let alone cats.

More hair.  Yippee.

BUT...they are beautiful and orange and sweet and I think they'll do fine here.  He is already coming to visit, and she is being shy and scared.  It's day one.  What can we expect.  I just told the girls to talk sweet and remind them where the food and litter box is, and not follow them if they try to hide.  They're doing good so far.

OK, time to hit the sack.  Desperate Housewives was awesome, but not as good as Brothers and Sisters.  Yeah, premiere season is enveloping me.  I love both shows, and won't see bed before 10 for quite a while, I bet.

Saturday

I started the day with breakfast in bed.  How much do I love Saturday?  LOL  We all rallied to get the house clean (it was quite nasty, I must say) and Kevin mowed the yard.  I watched the race and the episode of Dirty Jobs that takes place at the Kansas City airport.

Wow.  All of the happenings of my day can be summed up in one paragraph.  Kinda sad, huh?  Next weekend, I'll be in Myrtle Beach, SC.  I will have a room with an ocean view.  My job has it's pay-offs sometimes.  It makes up for Indianapolis in the winter...that's for sure!

Kevin's procedure got postponed until this coming Tuesday.  Stupid insurance crap.  Anyway, he will go have some pain inflicted upon him, then I'll bring him home.  Poor guy.  I hope it helps.  I honestly don't know how much longer he can keep up the physical aspects of this job.  His body is so broken down.  He hurts everywhere, and fixing the shoulder isn't going to fix the whole problem.  We shall see.

Monica has a friend over tonight.  So far, it's been drama free, but the night is young.  Natalie is reading, since she has a book report due on Monday, so there is no "odd man out" yet.  I'm letting her take a break from reading in 20 minutes, so we'll see how long it takes for her feelings to be hurt by the older girls.

OK, time to go play Pogo or Neopets.  You know, there are very important things to be done on a Saturday night!

Where have all the entries gone?

I haven't been posting much.  I'm not working late, and my sewing and baking and domestic duties haven't been keeping me away.  HA HA HA!  What are those?  Anyway, I noticed that many other journals are slowing down, too.  If it weren't for the halloween pears, I don't know what I'd read in the mornings.

My excuse is a sad insight into my life.  It's premiere week on TV.  Everything is NEW!  Last night, it was Survivor, Grey's, and ER.  I'm so glad the regular shows are back.  Plus, the weather is so nice right now, that's probably keeping some folks busy.  I can go outside in the evening (if there weren't so many good shows on TV) and not melt instantly.  The mornings are cool and crisp, and the afternoons are sunny perfection.

Scroll down a paragraph, Russ:

NASCAR is in Kansas City this weekend.  I really hope that rain doesn't mess up the Cup race on Sunday.  I wanted to see if I could make it into any meet-and-greet situations around town, but most are on the Kansas side, and I can't justify the fuel usage.  I'll have to get to a race one of these years.  Last Nascar note: Carl Edwards' fine is over-the-top!  1/8" = 25 points?  BS!

Come back, Russ:

OK, time to finish getting ready for work.  We have no plans this weekend, so I'll try to do something totally facinating to redeem my journal just a bit...but don't count on it.  I could just as easily sit on the couch all weekend watching races and football games and such.

One HECK of a busy month

Well, it's official.  I have one more convention to attend.  At least this one is a beautiful location, with a beautiful view, and only one school-day to make arrangements for the girls.  This month will be crazy:

October 6, I leave for Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.  I will be home on Monday afternoon, and it's all set for Mom to come over that morning, to see the girls off to school.

October 13 is the golf tournament for Steve's scholarship fund.  Kevin will go down to work it, while the girls and I hold down the fort.

October 20 is the Maple Leaf Festival in Carthage, which Kevin will attend, with his family, while the girls are in Branson with Mom and Dad.  I don't know if I'll go or not, it depends on what I decide to do with Hawkeye.

October 27 is up in the air, but I'd like to plan a sleep over for the girls.  It would be a combined thing for their birthdays, and Kevin would probably need to leave town, or take a sleeping pill.  LOL

Yeah, I'm ready for November already, although work will be much more intense then.  Expect some journal updates from the road in October.  Anyone near Myrtle Beach? LOL

Sick Dogs, and Musical Refrigerators

Sick Dogs:

Monica's friend spent the night last night.  As usual, when a sleep over is going well, I prepared to go to bed around 11, telling them to stay up all night, for all I care, just don't get loud, stay off the computers, no phone, and no more food (they had eaten a ton of snacks.)  As I climbed into bed, Hawkeye followed me, looked up at me desperately, and started heaving.

He didn't barf.  He's good about making it outside, if he can let someone know that he needs to go, so I ran to the back door and let him out.  He started eating grass like crazy.  I watched for a few minutes, in the rain, to see if he'd puke.  He didn't.  Yet I stood there, in the rain.  Yup, I stood in the.....WHAT????RAIN!!!! 

I ran over to roll up the windows on my car, sitting in a wet seat to do so.  *sigh*  Still, the dog ate grass and heaved.  He finally wanted to go in, so I let him in and settled down on the couch.  As soon as I was comfortable, he started again.  For over an hour, I was letting him out, letting him in, letting him out, letting him in.  He finally settled down and tried to sleep a bit after midnight.

When I decided to go to bed, Kevin came out of the bedroom, ready for a Diet Coke and some TV.  We passed in the hall, with me warning him to watch for flying barf.  I guess he sent the girls to bed around 3:30, while dozing in and out on the couch.  This pretty much sums up my life on the weekends.  I used to throw great parties.  I used to attend great parties. *sigh*  Now I pick up 11 year olds and let dogs out to barf (he never did, btw.)

Musical Refrigerators:

When Kevin and I moved back here from Carthage, we found a nice townhouse to rent.  It was perfect, except that it had no refrigerator.  We had a washer and dryer, but all previous rentals had refrigerators included.  We lived out of a cooler for a couple of weeks, then Dad told us to go to a local used appliance shop, and see what they had for $100.

They had one in that price range.  It was small, and cosmetically not-so-great, but, by golly, it was COLD!  It served its purpose well for 2 years.  Then we bought this house.  This house had a refrigerator and deep freeze that the lady did NOT want to move.  We bought the pair for $100.  Not needing a deep freeze, and needing the basement space, we gave the freezer to Kevin's best friend, who has tons of foster kids most of the time.

The $100 fridge went to Dad, for the shop.  It holds soda and water and my beer, if we're BBQing there, as well as apples and the occasional watermelon.  It's worse than ever, cosmetically, but, by golly, it's cold!

A work friend recently bought a house, and a refrigerator was left in the basement, still plugged in, and still cold.  We have one on the back porch for drinks and over-flow, which was gifted to us by ANOTHER work friend 2 years ago.  It's fine, but the one we picked up today is more suited for our purpose.  Freezer on the bottom (we seldom open the freezer) and better suited for drinks only.

I called Dad to see if he wanted the current "back porch" refrigerator for the shop.  It has more room, and the door shelves are intact.  He said "yes", so tomorrow, if new fridge powers up and gets cold, Dad get's the old new fridge.  Are you confused yet?  I am.

What will happen to the life-saving $100 fridge?  Who knows.  Someone, somewhere will need a garage fridge.  A beer fridge.  I don't want to see it get tossed.  As sad and ugly as it is, it is cold, by golly!  Someone must need it.

While picking up today's refrigerator, we were also gifted a braided area rug.  It's HUGE!  Maybe too big for ANY room in my house.  We took it, though.  I never turn down free ANYTHING.  I'll find a use, or find someone with a use.  It will NOT be wasted.

Anyone need an ugly refrigerator with no door shelves or crisper drawers?  How about an oversized area rug?  Anyone?  Anyone?

Just for my friend, Russ

The following is for Toonguy Russ.  What a pal!  What a friend!  I couldn't help but post this little clip for him, in honor of his love of Halloween!

 

Adhesive Capsulitis, and the earring saga

OK, first the earring saga: The girls reached the 6-week mark, when earrings could be changed.  We don't HAVE any other earrings yet, so Natalie asked if she could take one out, then put it back in.  I said "sure."  I'm a dumb ass.

She followed me into the bathroom, and removed the earring, and handed it to me.  I dropped it, and it bounced into the sink and RIGHT down the drain.  Ummmm.  OK.  If this kid sleeps without an earring in her ear, it's gonna hurt like hell to put one in the next day.  I can't wear them, so I don't have a single one in the house.  I sent her to bed.

After an hour of worrying, I decided to fix what I can fix (there are many things out of my control right now, and I needed to have control of something.)  I took the elbow part of the drain off, and right there, with all of the hair, nastiness, and foulness, was the lost earring.  I washed it, washed it again, disinfected it, and disinfected it again.  I went downstairs, woke her up (sort of) and put the earring back where it belonged...in her ear.

You can bet your sweet bippy that we had 8 new pairs of earrings and a box of spare backs the next day!  The problem is, the drain won't go back together.  Sure, I tried.  I tried and tried, and that putty stuff keeps falling off in chunks.  Maybe because it was applied in 1957?  Anyway, we have to buy new pipe for it this weekend, so don't use my bathroom sink this week, OK?  (I told you I was a dumb ass)

Kevin went to the Dr. today, for a follow up, and was told that he has Adhesive Capsulitis.  It means, "Hey, dude, your shoulder doesn't move."  Yeah, we knew that.  Basically, little adhesions have formed, keeping his shoulder pretty much immobile.  What is the treatment, you ask?  Well, I'll be happy to tell you:

Next Wednesday, they'll put my dear husband to sleep, then FORCEFULLY MANIPULATE HIS SHOULDER until all of the adhesions BREAK THE HELL LOOSE!  Now, I know I'm not a doctor, but that sounds PAINFUL!  But it's supposed to fix him.  Yeah, we'll see.

Thus is my life.  Lost earrings, wandering teenagers, broken husbands, unplanned business trips, and the wrong people winning on Big Brother.  Sheesh, will someone bring me a beer?