My Top Ten of 2010...

In honor of all of the other countdowns going on right now, here is the list of my favorite top ten blogposts from me from 2010.  Read and enjoy!

He's 18

He's in the Double Digits Now

Do Me a Favor and do NOT leave a message...

Be Careful Who You Friend Request

The Bread that Broke the Camel's Back

Shocked...Appalled...and All That Jazz

Step Away from the hot wax

Eating in the Closet...the new Normal

What NOT to do at 2:14 A.M.

Things I Miss From My Childhood

I wish all of you a safe and happy New Year's Eve.  Enjoy the night!!















 

RANT!

So I went to the coast today to visit my good friend, the Beeg.  I left home around 9 a.m. to a flat tire.  But before that, I had to deal with leaving a list of instructions for Nick to clean up around the house and instructions for Frank to call the guy who bought our broken down van because he keeps calling and expecting me to go to the DMV with him to register the van.

So I leave the house, put air in the tire, pick up my girl Danette and her son and off we go for the 2 1/2 hour drive to Wilmington.  The weather was good, we got breakfast on the way and were at Michelle's by noon.  We had a great visit, the kids all had a wonderful time and we were heading home around 4:30.  

We stopped for dinner at a Golden Corral and on the way home from there I called my husband to let him know where we were at and asked if he made that call.

He didn't.  

He was also supposed to call the DMV (which was HIS idea) to see if I even needed to be there with this guy.

Didn't do that, either.

I drop off Danette, come home...

To a disaster.

Yep, Nick didn't do hardly ANYTHING around here.  As a matter of fact, one of the items on the list was to empty the bathroom garbage and he did...he just left it on the dining room table.

GROSS!

So I called and yelled at  him and then called Frank to yell at him (since I no longer had an audience like I did in the car) and then had to go about cleaning the house myself after 6 hours in the car for the day!

So thanks, guys.  Thanks a whole freakin lot for NOTHING.  I appreciate the help.

What are your plans for New Year's Eve?

I am a big-fat-party-pooper.

There, I've said it.

New Year's Eve has NEVER been a big deal to me.  When I was a little girl, we used to sleep at my grandma's house and at midnight she'd let us go outside and bang the pots and pans.  She had this bell that I used to like to ring.  I think that was the last time that I actually enjoyed New Year's Eve.

Sure, when I was 17, 18, 19...I would party with my friends.  Actually, scratch that, when I was 18 I was forced to stay home because I had a psychotic ex-boyfriend who my mother and grandmother were afraid was going to hurt me while I was at a friend's house.  Grandma plead her case and I stayed home that year.  God how I miss her!  

When Frank and I started dating we went to some parties but once we had Nick, we were homebodies on New Year's Eve.  Occasionally we'd have friends over or go to a friend's house but really, I just prefer to be at home.  I have no desire to be on the road with the drinkers...actually, I have no desire to be at parties with the drinkers, either!

I make a ton of fancy snacks that Frank and the boys like and we watch movies, play video games and all that until about 3 minutes to midnight and then click on Dick Clark.  And really, can we just let Dick Clark stay at home with some dignity for crying out loud?  That poor man should not have to be on TV in his condition!

After the ball drop, I call my mom and my sister, sometimes my dad (he's harder to get in touch with on New Year's because he always has something going on) and by one a.m. I am asleep.

Anyone have anything exciting planned?

Snow days are no longer fun...

So it snowed here in NC.  This is, indeed, big news because it does not often snow in the south.  Granted, we did not get as much snow as they did further north of here, but in my neighborhood, we got eight inches of snow.

And I don't like it.

I grew up in New York and really, three out of the four accidents I was ever in, involved snow.  Because of that, I do NOT like driving in it, or the after-effects of it, for any reason.  Yesterday, I took the boys to Target in the afternoon.  The sun was out so I figured that it would be safe to drive.  It was hard just getting out of my own block!  The main roads are clear but the plowing on the secondary roads was not the greatest.

Then there is after dark.  Black ice.  I'm sorry, but if I do not have to be out on it for an emergency, why risk it?  I was watching the news last night and the first 15 minutes of it was about all of the traffic accidents caused by the black ice!  People, do us all a favor and listen to the newscasters when they say "Stay off the road!"  There's a reason for it!

People assume because I grew up in a place where snow was common that I should have no problem with driving in it, and the truth is, I never liked it.  Sure, as a teenager I was like "What's the big deal?" until I crashed my car in it and had to be picked up by strangers because no one else was stupid enough to be on the icy roads!  Just me!

So needless to say, long story short, and all that jazz, I do NOT like driving during or after the snow.  

Then there's the being stranded in the house. Sure, it's fun for that first day; watching the snow fall, staying in your jammies...it's fun.  By the third day, I feel like Jack Nicholson in "The Shining".  The walls start closing in and there is nothing that anyone can suggest that sounds fun.  I don't want to eat anything that there is to eat in the house (and believe me, there is a TON of food here right now) but I want none of it.

I wouldn't do well if I was one of those people trapped on a train over night. Or trapped in my car over night.  Claustrophobia is an issue, too.

So, attention Mother Nature...please clear the roads, warm up the temps so that I don't have to go postal on anyone...

Thank you

Christmas Round Up...Wrap Up...and Clean Up Part 2

Normally I dread Christmas morning because I do not like being woken up for any reason and the boys know not to wake us up before 8 a.m.  But wouldn't you know it, I was awake retardedly early...like 7:15!  So I sat in the bed, staring at the ceiling, counting down the minutes until it was 8:00 and then I could go in and wake the boys up!

What in the world???

So I go in and wake them up and it was just about the funniest thing in the world to see the utter confusion on their faces when they saw me and then looked at the clock.  I'm unsure which caused them the most despair:  the fact that I was in their room waking them up or the fact that it was 8:00 and they were still asleep!  

I went out in to the living room, got my camera ready and then called them out to open gifts.  I LOVE this whole process because really, they just love getting presents of any kind.  Santa got Michael an iPod Nano and Nick got a game for the Xbox.  Their stockings were filled with all kinds of nonsense that had them smiling (including lots of candy).  Within 20 minutes all of the presents were unwrapped and I was sitting on the couch, stunned.  Why?  Well, those of you who are long time readers of All-Stace might remember what happened last year.  For you newcomers, check out this post from last year that tells the story of how my son blew me off for Christmas!

But back to the story...I was sitting there stunned because the boy who ruined Christmas last year actually made this one amazing.  He bought a Wii for the family!!  For me who bought two fitness games for the Wii - "Fitness Coach" and "Wii Active 2 Personal Trainer"!  PLUS...He bought Michael a game for it, the system came with Wii Sports AND he bought two extra controllers for the family.  I mean you could have knocked me over with a feather!

Then there was Frank.  My husband, who I love so much, always puts off shopping until Christmas Eve and there are times that he has bought ...shall we say...awkward gifts.  Ladies, you know what I mean, the kind that say "This was all that was left in the store".  This is the first year that he shopped early, asked me for a list and then actually SHOPPED from the list!  So I got a new photo album, two pads of 12x12 colored paper for scrapbooking, a gift card for Target, and then the 2011 Writer's Market Deluxe Edition and the Writer's Market Guide to Getting Published!  It was EXACTLY what I wanted!!!

We spent the rest of the day in our jammies.  I took a nap from noon to around one, I spoke to my family, we played massive amounts of Wii Bowling AND watched a bunch of "Psych" through Netflix on the Wii because Nick loaded all four of the available seasons on there for me!!  

I made this incredible roast for dinner - it was an eye round that was stuffed with ham, provolone, mozzarella, and baby spinach and then rolled and tied.  It made a fabulous presentation and tasted delicious.  We ate a late dinner - around 8 p.m. - and as I sat down at the table, I just wanted to cry because I was so happy.  I mean, it had truly been a wonderful Christmas and I was sitting with the three people who mean the world to me.  I wouldn't have traded it for anything.  


The snow started somewhere around 7 p.m. and we were just trying to figure out if the weather forecast was going to be accurate.  Unfortunately, it was.  When I woke up Sunday morning, it was still coming down.  We ended up with close to 8 inches of snow!  So even though the snow started late in the day, we can still say that we got a white Christmas.


Just that added little touch of magic for a wonderful day!

Christmas Round Up...Wrap Up...and Clean Up! Part 1

Merry day-after Christmas, everyone!  I hope that your holiday was fabulous.

Christmas Eve at my house was a non-stop event, all day long.  We had some friends from out of town come for lunch.  They brought most of the makings for the meal but I made some stuff, too.  We had a great time visiting and talking and laughing and it was just plain fun.

After they left, I finished getting the house ready and started making our traditional Christmas Eve meal - the seafood sauce.  I have to be honest, I would have given a kidney to NOT have this meal this year, but everyone looked at me when I mentioned making something else like I was trying to ruin Christmas.  So, we had the traditional seafood sauce.  Yippee.  We were blessed to have some very dear friends join us for dinner (who, FYI, do NOT eat seafood sauce) and they had to bring their own sauce to eat with us!  It made for a comical time in the kitchen but a fun memory that we will look back on, for sure!

We ate dinner and finished around 6:30 and the first of the THIRTY dessert guests started to arrive around 6:50!  It was a mad-dash to clean up and set up for the next round of celebrating, but we pulled it off fabulously!  We had people in and out of the house celebrating with us until around 11 p.m.!  Everyone brought a dessert to share and all I can say is that now I have way too much dessert in my house!!

The boys got to open a gift after everyone left and then they locked themselves in their room to watch some TV until they could fall asleep.  Actually, I don't think they lasted that long because Nick (who has no problem keeping people entertained) actually held a "mini-seminar" for any of our dessert guests who were interested, on how to "Mosh to lose weight".

I kid you not.

He is all in to that hard-core, screamo-make-me-want-to-kill-myself-because-it-sounds-so-awful music and when you listen to it, you mosh.  For those of you not familiar with moshing, imagine someone having a spaz attack while having a seizure.  So for the entertainment of our guests, he actually took three individual groups in to his room to demonstrate how one can mosh and how by doing so, you will lose weight.  

Needless to say, most people left in tears...LAUGHING tears!  It was a great ending for our night.  So I am sure that he went to sleep fairly quick and I know that I finally crawled in to bed near one in the morning myself.  

It was a Merry Christmas Eve, indeed!

It's good to go back in time a bit...

Yesterday I took a 3-hour road trip to visit one of my oldest and dearest friends, Linda.  We have known each other since the third grade and we hadn't seen each other in well over ten years...possibly twelve.

So we left home around 9:15 and we were driving, driving, driving and all of a sudden Frank was like "It's snowing" and I'm like "No, it's not".

It was.

A lot.

Like a blizzard.

In white-out conditions.

Luckily none of it was sticking but it made for some miserable time in the car on the road.  We got to her house a little after noon and then just had a great time of catching up and visiting.  Her mom was in town who, when we were growing up, was like a second mom to me.  We laughed and joked, I brought photo albums with me so that they could see the rest of my family who they all remember.  It was just wonderful.

I have to admit, it's weird to be adults and be friends with people that you knew when you were little because it feels like we're all playing house.  I can remember playing in the snow with Linda and building log play houses in her back yard and now here we are with husbands, kids, jobs...like adults!  We got a picture of the two of us together and I laughed because to me, we still look exactly the same.

Only prettier...

How do you help despair?

Last night at 11 p.m. my phone rang.  This is never a good thing. It was for me and I had a conversation with this person about a mutual acquaintance who has announced...to a third party...that they are going to kill themselves after the New Year.

Okay.  Fine.  What do you do?  The person in question is dealing with financial dire straights just like the rest of us.  They lost their job, they cannot afford their home.  They have no family near by.  BUT...they have friends.  Friends who have offered their home to this person to ease their burden.  Friends who have invited them in to their home for Christmas.  But at this time of year when the scenario is all too familiar, it's not enough.

This person has children and grandchildren - though none are close by and they are all in tough financial situations themselves so they can be of no help in the way this person wants them to be.  In a nutshell, this person feels total despair and would rather die than continue to live like this.  They've said that they will wait until after the new year to do this so as to not burden the children and grandchildren and ruin their holiday.

So...what do you do?  How do you tell someone to NOT kill themselves when you have no solution as to how to get their life back together?  How do you show them that their family LOVES them when for most of their life, it didn't seem to matter because they really only lived for themself?  How do you be an encouragement when you are 600 miles or 1200 miles away?  How do you MAKE other people go over there and walk in to this emotional nightmare?

I cried all night.  Now I feel despair and I don't know how to help.  I don't know what I am supposed to do.  There are no words coming to me and yet I know if I choose to say NOTHING that I will live with that horror and guilt for the rest of my life.

When my lips are moving, do you hear the words? A wife's rant...

Okay, so it's holiday time and there is a lot going on.  More than usual.  The band that Frank plays with is trying to plan a get together for Christmas.  This has been debated for weeks and it was finally decided upon that the get together would happen the week between Christmas and New Year's.

Now, because of this decision, I have since gone on to make other plans with other people for dates and times leading UP TO the week between Christmas and New Year's.  Are you seeing where this is going?  

This coming weekend we have plans to go and visit friends who live three hours away.  We have not SEEN THEM in ten years.  So tonight while Frank was at band practice, I called to see how he's doing and he's like "Oh, the Christmas get-together is gonna be this Saturday."

Um...excuse me?  Did we NOT have several conversations about the trip to see our friends this weekend?  Have I NOT been yammering on about the length of the drive and how important it is that we both go so that I'm not driving home late for three hours on the interstate with just me and Michael?  Now, I'm SURE that we did but apparently, my voice is merely background noise.  It's probably similar to the noise I hear when I turn the fan on to help me sleep.  

Ladies, do you agree with me?  Men, WHY can you NOT remember ANYTHING?  I am so furious right now and if I were a petty person, I would go to bed and pretend to be asleep.  But I'm too wound up!  I'm really kind of pissed.  When I reminded him of our plans he's like "Okay, whatever, no big deal" and you know what?  I know that he means that - to him, if we don't go to the band Christmas party, he will be just fine.

BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT!!!

The point is that we have conversations that don't penetrate your brain!  Why is that?  Gotta tell you, it's annoying!  It's rude.  And really, I don't like it.

There, I said it...

Tiny Rant = Results

So we are in to week two (maybe three) of Frank being home again.  Oh, he has work - sort of.  The job that he is on is behind due to other contractors and so he can't do anything until they catch up.  So he's been home.  

A lot.

All the time.

So yesterday I was out with a friend for a bit and when I got home I had to put dinner in the crockpot and the kitchen was a disaster.  And that is putting it mildly.  You could not SEE the sink it was so full and the counters were littered with all kinds of stuff.  

On my way to the kitchen I pass Frank and Michael sitting on the couch watching TV - an all too familiar occurrence these days - and I just stopped and looked at the two of them and reminded them that I was not the only person who lived here and I don't see why it was only up to me to do all of the cooking, food shopping, laundry AND the dishes.  And then I walked away and DID all of the dishes and got dinner going.

We had a lovely beef stew with biscuits and it was yummy and after dinner I was on my laptop doing my Entrecard drops and Michael comes strolling in to show me his pruney hands.  

"Guess why my hands look like this?" he asked.  I actually had a good idea but I decided to play with him a bit and went through every conceivable explanation OTHER than washing dishes that would give his hands that appearance.  He giggled like a loon and finally he was like "Well, I took what you said in to consideration and went and did the dishes."

I cried.  I actually cried.  It has been SO LONG since anyone in this house has done something without being prompted in loud tones that it just made me cry.

I guess I'm doing okay with this whole parenting thing...

All I Want for Christmas is...

I am beginning to hate that statement.  I don't really ask for anything for Christmas because really, Christmas is about my kids.  Frank is not a big shopper and so I learned early on to not get my hopes up about what was under the tree - sometimes I would just shop for myself.  

So this year, Nick is just about bouncing off the walls with excitement (Just like every other year) and we keep coming back to what do I want for Christmas.  Sigh.  Okay so the fantasy list would include:
     - A 7-day trip to Disney
     - A one-week SOLO trip to the mountains or beach so that I could write
     - A new car stereo (my CD player died)
     - Someone to install the new car stereo
     - A year's worth of professional massages
     - A new digital camera (I think I am killing mine slowly)

But here's the reality list:
     - "Psych" on DVD (any season but 3 because I have it already)
     - A gift certificate to get my eyebrows done
     - A gift certificate for a pedicure (LOVE those!)
     -  Scrapbooking supplies
     - Books, books and more books

It's not much, I know, but it would make me happy - no matter which list it's from.  What about you?  What do YOU want for Christmas?

Favorite Christmas Specials...

You know, no matter what show is on TV there will eventually be a Christmas themed episode.  Some are good, some, not so much.  There are some great Christmas specials and movies that I simply cannot be without.  What about you?

Okay, there is, of course, the classic "Charlie Brown Christmas".  I simply cannot go through the Christmas season without watching it.  I have it on VHS and have been meaning to get it on DVD.  When Linus gets up on stage and says "Lights please..." That is just good television.

My next favorite special is Frosty the Snowman.  I love that Magician and at the end when at the end Santa confronts him and says "Now you go home and write I am sorry for what I did to Frosty one hundred zillion times..." I crack up every time!

A great classic is "Mr. Magoo's Christmas Carol".  Oh, how I LOVE Mr. Magoo!  The intro when he goes in to the wrong theater and you hear all of the crashing and commotion and him yelling "Unhand me!"  Very funny indeed!

"Scrooged" with Bill Murray is my absolute FAVORITE Christmas movie of all time.  I can watch that one time and time again (even if it's not Christmas and I find something new in it every time).  It is my favorite adaption of the story of Scrooge and there are just too many classic lines to sum up in one short paragraph.  If you haven't seen it and you enjoy a funny movie, check this one out.

"When Harry Met Sally" will get you in the Christmas spirit no matter time of year you watch it.  Although it is not billed as a Christmas movie, it seems to make you think of Christmas...I'm not sure why.

What are your favorite Christmas movies and specials?  What can't you go without seeing at this time of year?  I'd love to know!!

I'm not as young as I used to be...

Friday afternoon, a friend and I hopped in the car and drove for almost two hours to clean a house for a friend.  The house had belonged to his 90 year old mother who had recently died and hadn't been lived in for almost two years.  We were a bit overwhelmed when we got there with all that had to be done.

We cleaned for three hours - DEEP CLEANING - and then crashed on our air mattresses in this 100 year old house with little to no insulation.  We had heat, but no hot water.  I slept very little and woke up at around 6 a.m. freezing my butt off and too tired to go back to sleep.  Does that make sense? 

We started cleaning around 8:30 a.m., cleaned for three hours and then left to go and get something for lunch.  We had to drive 20 miles to find food!  This house was literally out in the middle of no where!  We ate, we picked up a few more cleaning supplies and then headed back to the house.  When we got back we cleaned for another 4 1/2 hours and were ready to leave.  So really, around ten hours of cleaning and can I just tell you how SORE I am??

I'm not talking like a couple of muscle aches, I am talking intense, unable to walk without crying muscle aches!  Getting old sucks big time.  Oh, to be young and muscle ache free!  It's near 2:00 on Sunday afternoon and I am still in my jammies and even though I slept for 12 hours last night, I could still use a couple of more hours.

Why can't I be 24 again??

Target took ten years off of my life!

I hate shopping.  I seriously do.  I don't find any joy from trolling the mall or anything like that; it's just not my thing.  I have finally joined the masses that don't carry cash - which I HATE - but it just seems easier to do everything with the debit/check card.

So I'm in Target the other day and grabbed a few things and the total was $35.07.  Not a huge amount and I knew, without a DOUBT, that there was WAY more than that in the checking account.  

Target didn't believe me.
  
I swiped the card and did it as a credit (I like getting my bank reward points) and it was declined.  So the cashier tried it. Declined.  Now I am having a freakin heart attack with 14 people in line behind me and wanting to scream that I have the money in the bank!  Has this ever happened to you?  Now I take the card back and decide to do the transaction as a debit card.

It went through.

What in the world is up with that?  I mean, same card, same amount of money, why in the world do these machines do that?  Actually, that happened to me once before - again at Target - where I used a different debit card (my unemployment one) and it declined it for insufficient funds when there were funds available.

Note to credit card machines at Target:  I'm sending you the cardiologist bill!

Van Woes...

Remember all of the joy I had when Frank finally got a van?  Remember how giddy I was to be free and have my own car back?  Remember how good life was?

Now?  Not so much.

Honestly, I am beyond frustrated at this point with this van.  I mean, we only paid $1,000 for it but since that time we have put in a fuel pump, a battery, an alternator, it had almost NO oil in it so we did an oil change and NOW he needs a new instrument cluster panel because he has no dashboard lights and can't see anything after dark.  While this is not a huge deal (we once drove another car that had no dashboard lights for YEARS) but apparently it's huge to HIM.  He is making me crazy.

He yanked out the panel and so now the car won't drive at all.  He has been calling places, e-mailing places and this is not a part that you can just walk in to your local auto parts store and get.  It has to be shipped out and repaired.  Of course it does, this is me we're talking about.  Nothing is ever simple!  So while Frank is whining and complaining about all of this I'm trying to suggest that he just wait on it - it's not a catastrophe but apparently to him, it is.  This is his NEW van and he wants it to be perfect.

Seriously?

I'm ready to take the van and pull a Thelma and Louise because honestly, I cannot take any more auto drama!  I just want a little peace and quiet and a day without talk of auto drama!!!

That's not too much to ask, is it??

Holiday cheer, a good pair of jeans and brownie bites...

Last night I had my first Christmas party of the season.  My bible study group of gals came over and my house is all decorated (a week earlier than usual, might I add!) and we each brought a selection of food and for five women, there was a LOT of food.  It was wonderful!  We did an ornament exchange and really, it was just a blessed night...I'm looking forward to more Christmas get-togethers.

Before we left for Florida, I went shopping and was desperate for a pair of jeans.  It's an on-going battle, I know.  But I was cruising through Wal-Mart getting our last minute travel stuff and grabbed a pair of jeans off of the rack and you know what?  THEY FIT!  I mean, they fit and they fit well!  I was a little shocked and pleasantly surprised.  I've worn them quite a bit and my husband was like "Um...again?"  I know but when you find something that fits and looks good, you just want to wear it all the time, right?

Have any of you tried those new Sweet Moments brownie bites from Pillsbury?  OMG...they are tiny and addictive and I may not bake anything else for Christmas and just put those out!  So dang good!  Even my non-chocolate eating son, Nick, likes them!  If you haven't tried them yet, you certainly should.  Believe me, I would NOT lie to you about some chocolate!

I think I am almost done with my Christmas shopping.  I have a few more things to pick up and next on the list is sending out the Christmas cards.  I really gave the photo card a good-long think and although it would be sweet to not have to write anything except for the envelopes, I just can't see putting the boys in front of the tree for pictures.  Does that make me a bad mom?

I hope not...

A little too much 80's retro...

So we're watching TV the other night, flipping through the channels and I end up on VH-1 Classics.  I actually really enjoy that channel.  Well "Behind the Music:  Remastered" was on Duran Duran.  If you were a girl growing up in the 80's I can guarantee that you would be sitting right beside me watching this. 

I wasn't a HUGE Duran Duran fan, but I did like their music and they were quite enjoyable to look at.  What could be better than good music by a good looking band, right?  So I sat for an hour and watched the past history of the band, listened to the music and saw what they were up to now and can I just say, WOW.  These men aged nicely.

So what's the downside to all of this walking down music memory lane?  I have not stopped singing to their music for days!  I've got it on my iPod!  I've got it in my head!  It won't leave!  Not that it's a bad thing, I guess.  It did almost get Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas is You" out of my head.

Too bad I can't really sing...I might not mind hearing myself sing along if my voice was something that anyone wanted to hear.  The 16-year old me, has enjoyed looking back and all I'm going to say is that Roger Taylor was yummy looking in the 80's and yummy looking still.

Sigh...

So let me see if I've got this straight...

This will be my last (hopefully) unemployment rant...

Okay, so I lost my job a year and a half ago because of the economy.  I think that most of us would agree that it was LARGELY the fault of the banks that gave out money to anyone and everyone and paid themselves with HUGE bonuses that caused the most damage and little businesses like my sweet little bookstore paid the price.

So, fast forward to today where there is a large percentage of the American public unemployed and unable to find jobs - through NO FAULT of our own - and we are being told that our extended benefits are no longer coming.  Gee, so maybe we should bend over AGAIN and take it for the sake of the banks and government.  I mean, the banks got bailed out.  Executives are still getting their bonuses and people like me, essentially, are screwed.

I am over-qualified for the places that are hiring and don't have the computer skills for others that are.  So basically, I am un-employable at the moment and while the bank executives got to keep their jobs and their salaries, I have nothing.  

So congress and all of the politicians who HAVE JOBS get to tell me, "Sorry, even though we screwed up you have to pay the price".

Thanks.  Thanks a whole lot...

Today stinks...and other disappointments

Okay, so remember how I wrote until my fingers bled to complete 50,000 words by November 24th - before we left for vacation - for NaNoWriMo?  Well guess what?  During the time that we were away WITHOUT WiFi, I was supposed to VALIDATE my word count!  I didn't get to do that and so I do not count as a winner.  I do not get a certificate.  I get squat.  All that work for NOTHING.

My landlord has been M.I.A. for a while and while it's been pleasant, I had a sneaky suspicion that he was up to something.  Well, he called here yesterday and announced that he was raising our rent as of January 1st.  At this rate, the house is TOTALLY not worth what he is asking and I would like nothing more than to tell him to take it and shove it but until we find something else that we can afford, I'm going to have to keep quiet.

Oh, have you watched the news lately about extended benefits for unemployment have been terminated?  Well, guess what phase of unemployment I am at?  You guessed it, the extended benefit phase.  So in two weeks I will be A.) without a job, B.) without unemployment and C.) living in a house that I am paying WAY too much for.

Disappointing indeed...

Do me a favor, do NOT leave a message after the beep...

I have a serious love/hate relationship with my phone.  I enjoy the convenience of having one and yet hate getting calls.  Strange, I know.  

I'm not really a phone person.  I enjoy talking to people, I'm very social, but kind of on my terms.  What do I mean?  Okay, for starters, there's the 9:00 rule:  Do not call me BEFORE 9 a.m. and do not call me AFTER 9 p.m.  That just works for me.  If you are calling me before 9 a.m., I'm not answering the phone.

Next, if you call and get my machine and leave a message, don't recite a novel.  Tell me that you called and leave your number...as a matter of fact, I even SAY THAT on my message, "Leave your name and number after the beep, and I'll get back to you as soon as possible".  If you leave a 45 minute message, now you've annoyed me and I'm not calling back any time soon.  The only reason to leave a really long message is if someone has died or there is some sort of comparable emergency.  Leaving your life story on the machine, isn't endearing me to wanting to call you back.

Next, if you leave a message, don't call back every 15 minutes and then HANG UP before the message comes on because you know what?  I have caller i.d. and I know that you've called 47 times.  Seriously, I have an uncle doing this right now.  We don't really speak, when he calls he is obnoxious and offensive and I don't enjoy talking to him but he will harass the heck out of me and the answering machine until I break and talk to him.  Then I'm mad and not at all happy and have a major attitude about it.  Our relationship should not be a surprise to him, and yet once a year he'll do this until I want to smash the phone in to a million little pieces!

Oh, how I long for the days of the smoke signal...

Getting ready for Christmas...

It has begun...

You know the ritual, boxes of decorations come out, furniture gets moved, there is giddiness in the air...

Yes, that has begun in my house.  Tonight we brought in the big Christmas box and the transformation is beginning.  The wreath is on the door, the village is set up and miscellaneous decorations are scattered about.  Tomorrow we go to get the tree and Sunday we will decorate it.

I both love and hate this time of year.  We have a very small house so when you have to add a 7 foot tree and dozens of presents...well, it just crowds us in a little bit more.  It will all look beautiful and we will love every second of the time that it is set up but I find that I am already looking ahead to taking it all down.

How sick is that?

Then there's the Christmas cards.  To do photo cards or not?  I mean Nick is going to be 19, it really isn't cute anymore to do the loving-brother-pose in front of the tree, is it?  We got some great pictures in Disney of me and the boys but Frank wasn't there so now we don't even have a good family picture.  I'm thinking that just plain cards will be a good thing but then I have moments of guilt.  

Crazy, right?

I am almost done with my Christmas shopping for the boys.  I am doing gift cards for everyone else.  I just don't feel like shopping for actual gifts and then wrapping them AND shipping them.  Too much work and money. I think I'm getting a little Grinchy.  

That's not a good thing...

Home Sweet Home

Whew!  I am telling you it is so GOOD to be home!!

Let me give you the Reader's Digest version of our trip:  First, Michael got sick last Sunday (before we left).  I kept him home from school on Monday and Monday night he threw up and there was some blood in it.  Yuck.  So on Tuesday we took him to the doctor and lo and behold, he has strep.  In order to make things easy on both him and us, they gave him a shot of Penicillin. By Wednesday morning, he seemed to be doing okay.

Now, during all of this, starting also on Monday night, Michael complained of an itchy eye.  He rubbed it so much that the right eye swelled up.  Actually, it looked as if something bit him under the eye but after a dose of Benedryl and a cold compress, he was fine.  Tuesday afternoon, after the trip to the doctor, it happened again.  Okay, fine, another dose of Benedryl and a cold compress and again, fine.  Two hours later, his OTHER eye looked like it had a bubble on his lid!  I did the cold compress on it and after a little while, it was fine.  We did eye drops and again, he was okay.  

On the road Wednesday, he complained that his eyes were itchy and to be honest, once we hit Florida we were all feeling all kinds of allergy nonsense.  We got to my in-laws and by the time we had dinner, both his eyes were red and puffy.  I ran to Walgreens to see if the Pharmacist could recommend anything and he could not - but suggested getting him to an urgent care.  It was 9:30 on Thanksgiving Eve, no one was open.  I called the pediatrician after-hours hotline and they upped his dose of Benedryl but recommended an urgent care, as well.

Well, when he woke up the next morning, his whole FACE was swollen!  It was so scary!  We put him in the car, tried one urgent care (it was closed) and then hit the ER.  We spent almost FOUR HOURS there to have a doctor say "He's having an allergic reaction to something".  Really?  You think?  They gave him a dose of Prednisone and Benedryl and told us to keep up the Benedryl three times a day for a few days until the swelling goes down.  Can I tell you how MISERABLE and tired he was?  He slept through Thanksgiving dinner and was pretty much cranky the rest of the time.  

Are we having fun yet?

Friday wasn't much better for him.  He was still a bit puffy, still cranky.  Nick and I went shopping in the morning and then I got a massive migraine.  I tried to nap it off but it didn't work out too well.  We took Michael for a follow up and were told that he was going to be fine...who knows why he had a reaction but they don't think it was to the Penicillin.  We went out to dinner Friday night, shopped some more on Saturday and on Sunday...I got to go to Disney!!

We did "Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party" and it was amazing!  We shopped and had lunch at Downtown Disney first and then went and saw the life-size ginger bread house at the Grand Floridian and then hit the Magic Kingdom from 4:30-midnight for the Christmas party.  I took about 150 pictures and it felt like we walked about ten miles by the time the day was over!

I could barely walk on Monday and spent most of the day in an exhausted haze.  We left Florida this morning around 10 and got home around 7:30.  It is now around 10:15 and my laundry is drying, we are completely unpacked and the house is in order.  We have school and work in the morning and life is returning to normal.

Life is good...

Stop touching me!!!

Back when I was much, much younger, my family took two trips.  They were both to Florida and we drove both times.  From New York to Florida.  Without stopping.  I am 41 years old and that last trip I had to be around 7 and yet I STILL have flashbacks to it.  

As we prepare to make the drive to visit my in-laws for Thanksgiving, it is exhausting to think of everything that we will need to make sure that everyone is entertained, no one is touching anyone, and that we have everything that we'll need in case of an emergency.  I'm telling you, I need a vacation from planning and packing for the vacation!


There are multiple suitcases filled with everything that four people will need for five days.  There is a cooler jam packed with sandwiches, drinks and snacks for a ten hour drive so that we don't have to stop for anything.  There are portable DVD players so that there will be something for the boys to watch and not have to talk to one another (or us!).  There are bags of books, magazines and portable electronic devices guaranteed to keep everyone entertained should everything else fail.  

The adults get to...sit and listen to the DVD players that we cannot see, not have radio and generally sit quietly so that the children can hear all of their entertainment.  Well, unless I go out and purchase headphones for them so that maybe we, the weary drivers, can actually be entertained.  


By the time we arrive at our destination, the last thing I want to do is be near anyone or sit anywhere.  My fingers are crossed for a good, safe and friendly trip!

For the Love of Susan Mallery!

I cannot say it enough:  I LOVE Susan Mallery.  I think I am closing in on having read everything that she has written so I can only hope that she has something new coming out soon.  If not, let me take a moment to say: "Write, Susan, Write!!"

Anyway, check out the Fool's Gold Holiday Wishes Magazine from Susan Mallery.  I guarantee you will become a fan.

Some simple truths...

Okay, so I totally borrowed this from Comedy Plus...a very funny site.  I hope this makes you all laugh and I guarantee you will be able to relate to at least SOME of them!

1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.
4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.
5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
6. Was learning cursive really necessary?
7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on # 5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.
10. Bad decisions make good stories.
11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.
12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection...again.
13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.
14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this - ever.
15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? **** it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voice mail. What did you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?
16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

Another NaNoWriMo Update...

Okay, so here we are coming in to the home stretch and I am at...drumroll please...

37,000 words.

WOO-Freakin-HOO!

It has been such a struggle to get things down on paper or typed up or however you want to say it.  I am not a consistent writer, that's the real problem.  I am easily distracted and ideally, I would not be doing this at home.  This was the week from hell and my writing time was next to none.  

Oh, and did I mention that I don't really HAVE until the 30th to finish?  No, I have until Tuesday night to finish because we leave Wednesday morning for our Thanksgiving trip and I don't think I'll have time to write while we're away and we won't be back until the 30th.  So really, time is certainly NOT on my side.

Oh, and on Sunday I am cooking an early Thanksgiving feast for family and friends, Monday I am helping a friend with a cleaning job, followed by an appointment at human services and then on to the doctor and Tuesday I have a 90 minute class.  PLUS...I have to get our family of four packed and ready to leave.

Can somebody tell me where I'm going to find the time to write 13,000 more words???

Please???

I didn't completely go off the deep end...

but it was close.

The good news is that the van now has a brand new alternator and battery.  Frank installed them both and the van is running.  But...now there is a squealing sound.

REALLY???

At this point, I don't know what to do with him OR the van.  I'm tired of hearing about it.  As I'm sure most of you are.  But on another note of annoyance...my husband fell asleep on the bed like an hour ago (around 9:30) and he normally stays up until 2 a.m.  Now, I cannot move him or wake him up and cannot get myself in to the bed because he is on top of all the blankets in the MIDDLE of the bed.

Seriously, at any given moment you are either going to be seeing a story about me on the 11:00 news or on America's Most Wanted because I am losing it BIG TIME.

I have a doctor's appointment in the morning with a new practice and when I called them today the "dude" that answered the phone (on speaker phone) was CLEARLY put out by the fact that I wanted an appointment.  If I come to find out that it was the actual DOCTOR with the attitude, it will be my first and LAST visit.

I got to run around and do my own thing today - no errands to mechanics or auto part stores and it felt glorious.  I went to the dry cleaner, the post office, food shopping at two different grocery stores...it was nirvana!  I took a friend out for ice cream and I actually got to drive!  It's the little things really that make me happy.  

I got a call from my sister today that she was worried about our dad.  He lost his business and can't find a job and he is full of despair...much like the rest of the country.  As it turns out, Crazy Nancy decided to put her two cents in and contact my sister to voice her concern.  Really?  Now you're concerned, psycho?  How about giving him back all of the money you stole from him?  That might show that you were really concerned.  I mean, how much longer are we going to have to deal with this messed up, jacked up lunatic before she just goes away?

I called dad.  We talked and you know what?  We're all in the same boat and it sucks.  There is no other way to put it.  His situation is a little worse because he's not talking to my stepbrother and so he has no family there for him for the holidays.  I understand.  There were MANY holidays that I wished I had family come and visit...but none did.  Well, that's not true; my grandma was with me for the first four years we were here and my in-laws always came for Thanksgiving and my sister-in-law and her family came for a lot of Easters.  I can't say that I feel bad for him, but I understand his sadness.  Life is just sucky sometimes.

After my appointment with Dr. Personality, I have to power clean the house because we are celebrating an early Thanksgiving with some friends.  I am looking forward to that.  I LOVE cooking Thanksgiving dinner.  Strange, right?

Anyone have any fun plans for the holiday?

I need a break!!!

So today officially SUCKED.

I had barely 24 hours of freedom with my own vehicle before the van died.  Frank was kind enough to wake me up at 1 a.m. to inform me of this situation.  Why? No one knows.  I mean, really?  Was I supposed to get up and fix the darn thing?  All he managed to do was to wake me up and make me worry.  Luckily Nick was working today so I just borrowed his car to run my errands.

Oh...the errands.

In a nutshell, follow the craziness...
1.  Went to town hall to pay my electric and water bill.  Dropped them in the drop box.  
2.  Went by the mechanic to see about a battery he was checking on for us.  It was the one that came with the van but didn't work.  It was bad.  This left us in a pinch because when the van died last night, it was battery/alternator related.  Frank told me that I needed to go home and pull the battery out of the van and have it tested.  This battery is from the van that has no transmission and we used the battery from it when we couldn't get the new van running on Monday.  Right, because I am known for my engine repair skills, I'll get right on that.
3.  Went to the auto part store to pick up an alternator

It was all down hill from there.

When I got home, there was a truck parked out front from the town.  They were shutting off our power.  I'm like "WHAT??  I JUST PAID THE BILL!"  Keep in mind that I have lived in this town, in this house for 15 years.  I have paid my electric bill on the 18th for as long as I could remember.  Apparently, they have changed the way that they are doing things (including the billing cycle) and so my due date is no longer my due date and they will no longer be issuing notices to let you know that you are about to be turned off.  So now I have no electricity and no idea when it will be turned back on.  Fabulous.  

I get in the car and call Frank, ready to cry and he's like "I knew you were freakin going to call me about this" (meaning, the battery).  And he had a "tone" that just threw me over the edge.  There was much yelling and venting (on my part) and I reminded him that I am NOT a mechanic and for somebody who cannot do a load of laundry without my holding his hand, how DARE he get pissy about me not being able to remove the dang battery!  I explained all that happened with the electric bill and he's like "So?"  Sure, no big deal for him.  He is somewhere that there is ELECTRICITY!!  We argued about the rules and whatnot and then got back to the battery issue.  I'm like, I am not doing this.  I have no idea what the tools look like that I need and really, his workbench is a mess.  He tells me (quite emphatically) how organized his tools are.  

Really?  That's your argument here, your tools are organized and therefore I should be able to remove the battery.  And you know, just to be clear, it's not that I couldn't do the job, I'm sure that once I found the tools, I could have done it.  It was the arrogance and the demand that I do it that pissed me off.  When I am in crisis, I do not get that kind of quick-service, jump up and "Let me get that for you, honey" like he is demanding from me.  Truth be known, I told him Monday night to get the alternator and put it in.  I had the auto part store on the phone HOLDING one for us.  But no, what do I know?  Now, because of his refusal to listen, we killed a second battery that we had to buy.  That's $100 I'll never see again.  Thanks for listening, sweetheart!

I get home and Nick is like "Well?  Did you pay the bill?" and honestly, I just broke down. I cried like I have not cried in years!  I curled up on the bed in the fetal position and just bawled for a while.

In the meantime, my son, in the ultimate act of generosity, walked outside, called his father and pulled the battery himself.  My hero!  We dropped that battery off at the mechanic, dropped Nick off at work, drove in to Raleigh to Sears to exchange some socket wrench thing that needed to be replaced, drove to where Frank was working because he had my car and I needed my phone charger from it (since I had no freakin electricity, and my phone was about to die, it was my only option), put gas in Nick's car, shopped at Target and then grabbed myself some lunch and was prepared to eat it in the silence of my home.

I got back here, sat down, pulled out the laptop and put a DVD in and after one bite of my chicken sandwich, I saw the guy from the town go by the window to turn the power back on!  YEAH!!  By now the mechanic called to say that battery number two is bad and we'll need another one.  I call five different places to get the best price on a battery, wait for Michael to get home, go pick up the battery (after getting the old one from the mechanic to trade in), head home, work on some freelance articles that I had due today, went shopping for items for our Operation Christmas Child shoe box, picked Nick up from work, came home, finished the freelance articles and ordered Chinese food.

I am mentally whipped.  

Is it wrong??

Seriously, is it wrong to just want to sleep all day?  It's like I cannot fall asleep before 11:30 which makes me crazy and then when the alarm goes off at 6:15 I am exhausted.  I want a day where I can sleep until...whenever the heck I want!

And you know what?  It is NOT easy to go back to sleep after Michael leaves for school because by that time, I've been up for over an hour.  Then Frank comes back to get ready for work and believe me, he is NOT quiet.  By 9 a.m. the phone will ring at least once and scare me to the point of having a near heart attack and then I will realize that I'm too awake to go back to sleep and want something to eat.  I won't eat, however, because I'm not a fan of breakfast foods so I'll convince myself to wait until lunch.  By 10:30 a.m. I will want to throw up because I am so hungry and then will remember that I forgot to take my thyroid medicine which requires me to wait an hour before eating.  

So by 11:30 I am not feeling the hunger anymore but psychologically I feel like I should eat.  So I will start the hour-long debate of "what do i want for lunch?"  Yes, this debate happens daily because I am one of those people who has to eat something specific, something that I am totally in the mood for and that causes all kinds of grief, anxiety and sometimes crying because there is usually nothing here that I want and so I will have to get in the car and get something. This was a HUGE problem when I had no car.  But that dilemma is over with.  

I'll end up eating somewhere around 1 p.m. and by two, I am sleepy and remembering that I wish I could have slept in earlier and then contemplate a nap.  By the time I argue that with myself, it is too late to nap because Michael will get home at 3:30.  There is the whole getting home from school ritual of talking about his day, discussing homework and whatnot and then before I know it, it's time to start thinking about dinner.

The whole dang day is done and nothing has been accomplished and most of it could have been avoided if I could just sleep the whole dang day away.  Don't you agree?

Happiness is a Warm Puppy...and other things...

Okay, so back when I was little, I had open heart surgery.  I must have gotten every toy that was on the market.  I had every Weebles playset known to man and a good assortment of dolls.  I can remember my grandparents giving me a small/portable black and white tv for my room at home!  Something my kids would laugh at today.

But somewhere around that time I got a book called "Happiness is a Warm Puppy" by Charles Schultz, the creator of the Peanuts.  Now, I was a HUGE Peanuts fan.  My grandfather called me every time there was a Charlie Brown special on the TV and I have to tell you, that is something that makes me tear up to this day!  My kids never got to experience anything like that so Frank and I make a big deal when these specials come on and I probably blather on with the same "Grandpa used to call me" story until the boys want to throw something heavy at me!

Anyway, a couple of years ago I was sitting in this little ice cream shop that was here in the historic district.  There were many little rooms in it and they held parties and whatnot there but in each room there was a small bookshelf with an assortment of old books.  Lo and behold, what did I find but a copy of the old "Happiness is a Warm Puppy"!  I almost cried!!  I was there with a friend and she went to the owner and shared my story and the woman gave me the book!  I cherish that.  

So the other night I am out with the girls and we are in the Hallmark store in the mall and what do I see but a display of items from the "Happiness..." book!  I had no choice, friends, I HAD to buy the tiny little Snoopy!  He was the very first thing that I learned to draw when I was a little girl and I don't know why, but this tiny little stuffed animal just makes me happy.  

Now for something really snarky that makes me happy.  The post couldn't be too darn sweet, could it?  Okay, so I'm on Facebook the other night and someone sends me a picture of an ex-boyfriend of mine.  This is the guy who pretty much dragged me through the pits of hell with his selfishness and arrogance and I thank GOD every day that my mother stepped in when she did (even though I didn't appreciate it at the time) and forced me to not date him anymore.  But here's the funny thing, he was so cocky and arrogant about his looks.  He actually had a swagger.  His hair was his obsession.  Do you see where I'm heading with this?  Well, as of today he is BALD, not at all attractive, he's got some sort of Foo-Man-Chu mustache going on that looks ridiculous, he's on this third wife (who is much younger) and she is fatter than me.  

CLEARLY I am the winner in that breakup!!

Sure, it's petty and childish but you know what, THAT made me happy too!! 

It's Here! It's Here! It's Here!!

Honestly, this is the most exciting thing to happen to me in a long time.  

The van is here!!!

It took a LOT of time and effort to get it in to our driveway, but it is there and right now Frank is outside getting ready to put in a new fuel pump.  Then...I get to wash it (and yes, I actually ASKED to do that) because it is filthy and then, the very best thing gets to happen...

I get my car back.

All mine.

All the time.

But first I'll have to power clean it to get rid of the painter debris that is ALL OVER IT!  

I'm giddy!  This is like the best news I have had in a long, long time!  And you know what?  None of this would not have happened if I did not have people praying for us and one friend in particular who made it all happen - he actually FOUND the van, checked it out for us, helped us get it moved here to the house AND removed the old fuel pump so that Frank could install the new one today.

So to our dear, wonderful, awesome friend Joe...you are my hero!!!

Vans, Sunday school and stuff...

Okay, so no sitting in the van Saturday night because we could not pick up the van.  I have to admit, I think I was more upset than Frank.  It's like these people are holding the key to my prison cell and they are not willing to let me out!  I know that is not really the case but that's what it feels like.  So the plan is to pick up the van some time today in the afternoon.  I am hoping that it will be while it is still light out so that he can actually get the fuel pump off and just have to put the new on on on Monday morning.  

I'm having Sunday school issues.  I have to be honest, I have been a Christian for almost 15 years and until this last year, I have NEVER gone to Sunday school.  I go to church, I listen to the sermon, I go to a small group once a week...Sunday school is just not my thing.  This time last year, I had signed up for a Sunday School on the book of "Hebrews".  I was excited about it but the teacher was just awful.  I mean, he was a bit condescending and he apparently was used to teaching seminary students because he used a lot of "As we all know..." or "As I'm sure you've memorized..."  You know what?  I did NOT know and I had NOT memorized and he made me feel like an idiot and so I did not go back to the class after the first two.  

This time around I was excited about the class I signed up for and while the topic is great (Tough Questions), the way the class is run is not.  The teacher breaks us up in to discussion groups to go over his outline.  I know this is going to sound stupid and picky, but I do NOT learn well in a discussion setting.  When there is a lot of noise going on around me, I cannot hear what is being said in my group and I get overly confused and end up hearing bits and pieces of everyone's discussion.  I end up getting frustrated and annoyed and just wanting to leave.  

The main problem is that my entire small group goes to this school and I don't want to be the Sunday school drop out but really, I'm at the point where I'm just going to be seen by them.  So do I stay or should I go??  I just don't know!

I haven't written anything for NaNoWriMo in DAYS!

I had a donut from Dunkin Donuts the other night WITH a chocolate milkshake.  Is that wrong?

I have the best friends in the world.  I had an awesome girls night on Friday night and it was just exactly what I needed.

Hopefully, today will go as planned and by Monday, there will be a working van in my driveway and I will be driving my own car again.

The countdown is on...

Brace yourself, people...we might have a van...

I kid you not.  We are supposed to hear from someone tonight after six and possibly go and pick it up!  

Can I just say...WOO-HOO!!!

It is a little bit older than what we wanted but it has a rebuilt engine with very low mileage and it needs a fuel pump.  I am so psyched I can barely stand it!  So I tried to get us ahead of the game today so that Monday morning all we'd have to do is be at the DMV at opening time so that Frank could actually drive the van to work but no such luck.

I went to the auto parts store today - not something that I enjoy - and while they had a fuel pump in, it was not the "complete" kit and unless we knew what specifically we needed, it was not wise to buy the part.  The store is closed tomorrow so even if Frank spent tomorrow getting the fuel pump off and out, there's nothing we can do until the auto part store opens on Monday and we can go and buy the part.  

Dang it!

I tried, I honestly tried.  

So basically if all goes according to plan tonight, we will go and pick up the van and bring it home.  We will both sit in the van and marvel that it is actually here and ours.  We'll clean out the inside and make it look nice.  Tomorrow we will power clean the outside because, honestly, it is filthy.  We went and saw it last night and while it is in great shape, it is covered in dirt.  We'll get the fuel pump off and then wait until Monday to finish the rest.  

The freedom light at the end of the tunnel is near!!!

Always read the fine print...

So I was up this morning at 6:15.  Like always.

I got Michael up at 6:30.  Like always.

Frank got up at 7:15.  Like always.

I had washed dishes, Michael had taken the trash cans to the curb, I made him breakfast (oatmeal) and tea for both him and Frank.  I made the bed.

At 7:45 the phone rang and it was Michael's friend Eric.  We're like "Why in the world is Eric calling at 7:45 on a school day?"

At 7:46 we realized that it is Veterans Day and that there is NO SCHOOL TODAY!

This is what I get for "scanning" the class weekly newsletter...

Monday, Monday...

Okay, so it was a productive day.  Michael stayed home from school due to bad allergies and so I got to sleep in a little bit.  A nice treat, to be sure. I stayed in my jammies for a good portion of the day and again, it was a nice treat.

I did a LOT of writing today for NaNoWriMo - a total of 7,000 words today which gives me a total of 25,000 words.  I am feeling pretty dang good about it.  While I want nothing more than to edit what I've got, I am refraining and waiting until the very end - which is what they recommend.

Frank hit a snag in his quest for a van.  We found the perfect van; it had everything that he wanted included low mileage.  the price was a little high but we know a guy who knows the owner and we were pretty much guaranteed that the seller would work with us.  

Not so much.

After WEEKS of phone tag, Frank finally met with the seller.  This van has been for sale for 18 MONTHS.  I kid you not.  He is asking almost $2,000 MORE than the Kelly Blue Book value and so when Frank made his offer, which was in between the blue book value and his request, the guy turned him down.  Can I just say GREEDY???  I mean, it must be nice to NOT need the money to the point that you'd rather let this vehicle sit and ROT rather than sell it.  Needless to say my husband is NOT a happy camper right now and to be honest, neither am I.  I was really looking forward to getting my car back.  

Bummer.

Another week, another...well, sucky week.  I'll have to see who I can bum a ride from tomorrow.  

Good times...

NaNoWriMo Update...

I'm not going to lie to you, I started out strong.  Day one, November 1st, I wrote 6200 words.  I was on FIRE. 

It was all down hill after that.

Tuesday hit and I could not think of a single word to put on paper.  Actually, let go back and actually tell you about Monday.  I was psyched.  I was prepared.  I was going to have the house to myself for the most part.

The phone never stopped ringing.  On and on, all the live-long day, the phone kept ringing.  I even took it off the hook at one point but we have two handsets and so for some bizarre reason, the one that I did NOT take off the hook would ring.  And everyone that called was someone that I wanted to talk to and they were all calling with legit reasons to talk.  

Monday was also the first day of Harlequins "So you think you can write" five day challenge so I was getting in on that action to (note to self: waste of time).  By three o'clock I was LIVID.  I had one paragraph - one SHORT paragraph - written and then Frank called.  Poor Frank got all of my frustration vomited on him.  

He wasn't happy about it.

By dinner time, I had finally got in to the groove and could not stop.  It was exhaustion that took me away from the computer some where around ten.  I felt great.  I figured that at that rate, I wouldn't NEED thirty days because I was cranking along, leaving everyone in my dust.

And then Tuesday hit and honestly, I could not form a single though, think of a single word...nothing.  Okay, I'm still ahead of the game, I won't push my luck, I'll start again on Wednesday.  Nothing.  Thursday.  Nothing.  Friday.  Nothing.  Honestly, I did not start writing again until Saturday afternoon BUT...and I amaze myself, I am now up to 15,000 words!  Now here it is Sunday and I've got nothing.  I frustrate the hell out of myself!

Luckily later on today Frank is going out to look at some studio space with the band (I think they're going to cut a demo CD...how cool is that?) and Michael will go out to play and I will be alone.  Until six.  Then Nick and Beckah are going to be here for this big Italian feast of a dinner that I am making.  I started the sauce yesterday with meatballs, sausage, Bragiole in it and I'm making Fusilli with ricotta, garlic bread and a salad.  My brain will be numb from all of the eating for sure after that!

So, to recap, 15,000 words down, 35,000 more to go by November 30th.  I'm off!

Pampered Chef Yumminess!

So I had a Pampered Chef party tonight and can I tell you how much fun I had?  I mean, I didn't have a lot of people show up but we just laughed and laughed and laughed and then Suzi (my awesome PC consultant) made two of the yummiest things!  The first was a pull-apart antipasto-type thing with artichoke hearts, red peppers, olives and mozzarella and then the dessert was a banana caramel ravioli.

I kid you not.

You use crescent roll dough, sliced bananas, Rollos candies, and caramel sauce.  OH...MY...GOD.  I don't even LIKE bananas and I loved this dessert!  Frank and the boys polished them off after the party and they are definitely something that I would make again.  We were discussing (the girls and I) what other things that we would put inside the ravioli - fun size Snickers, more Rollos, less fruit, topping it with chocolate sauce...the possibilities are endless.

If you've never had a Pampered Chef party, you totally should.  Besides their awesome products, the food is phenomenal!  They've branched out from just cookware to some spices, seasonings and sauces.  They're all good!

But really, the best part of the night, was the time with my friends.  I mean, we just laughed and were downright silly.  I love a night like that.  Girls nights are always fun and this just gave us the opportunity to get together.  So now I am full from the yummy food and feeling good because I had a good night with my friends.

A good night indeed...