Wednesday, March 24, 2010

I think I'm losing my mind . . .

I've just grown so weary of all the inconsistencies and lack of stability in my life. Roy has yet to find work and seems to have made a career out of collecting and selling scrap metal. (using our family car as a transport) It's not the sort of activity that can support a family, it barely covers the costs of gas, cigarettes, and milk on a daily basis. The constant chaos of our lack of daily routine is exhausting.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Once again . . .

It's the wee hours of the morning and I should be sleeping; but since (Wednesday) was my 20th wedding anniversary, I should probably post something for posterity before my it all slips away into the cavernous abyss that is my mind.

~Well, let's see, first of all, I was awakened at 8:45AM by my daughter and her girl friends who had spent the previous night, (ALL night) giggling and making loud, inappropriate noises, informing me that they needed to be to an appointment by 9AM. Riiiight. Needless to say, they were late.
~I return home with the intention of going back to bed until they call to be picked up; instead, I end up straightening the house and get some work done on one of my Halloween props.
Finished up just in time to pick them up and watch THEM return to bed.
~About that time, my husband returned home with a (much needed) case of Diet Coke for me and a bouquet of daisies and carnations. (the flowers that we used at our wedding.)
~While hubby disappears to take care of a few errands, I slip off to my room for a 45 minute nap with my dawgs.
~I wake up just as Nick and Jennifer are coming home, and they inform me that they have arranged to have our cable T.V. connected tomorrow! (that was my only request for my anniversary.) We have been surviving on a steady diet of DVDs for almost a year now, and I've really been missing some of my favorite shows. (Dog Whisperer, and all the paranormal and ghost hunter shows.)
~I piddle around until my Roy comes home and I find out that he has an interview scheduled for this evening - so we won't be going out for dinner after all. (Really, not a big deal.)
~I wake the girls and start dinner. (a lovely, quick fix meal of chicken wraps and fries.) I get everyone fed, (or at least everyone who wants to eat) before they all dash out the door to their various social engagements. The kids go to the park; Roy, to his interview; and Nick, Jenn, and baby, to a meeting.
~I suddenly find myself with the house to myself - that doesn't happen very often! So what do I do? I gorge myself on leftover chicken fries and watch "Did you hear about the Morgans" on DVD.
~Everyone is safely home by 9PM and my hubby informs me that we are going out, for at least a few hours, alone - just to escape for a while.
~ I know that you're wondering where we went, and what we did, Right? Well, here's the best part. We went to this small cemetery in Gardner, KS., turned out the headlights, and just talked. I know, for most people that doesn't sound like much fun, but my hubby knows how much I love graveyards, and he has never taken me to one at night. (because he's a scaredy-cat) * Sorry, no ghosts to report - just a lovely night in a creepy old graveyard with my hubby :)

All in all, it was a good day - a lovely 20th anniversary. So, if you don't hear from me for a while, it's because I'm catching up on my T.V. shows. And by the way, Roy got the job, except it's just a part time thing - but it's a start.

All righty, I really have to get to bed. Roy and I have an appointment in the morning - which I will probably sleep through.

Good night.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

I'm so bad . . .

for neglecting my blog. And you know, I really have no excuse. Well, at least not a believable one. I'm sure that I must have been very busy, I just have no idea what I've done. Let me think a minute . . .

Okay, I spent Monday night out with my kids. That was fun, but very exhausting. Both Jake and Heather desperately needed some new clothes, so I gave them both an allowance and played chauffeur for their little shopping spree. Money has been so tight lately, that it really didn't take much to lift their spirits. I have to say that it was absolutely worth it to see them so excited.

As I mentioned before, Tuesday was my interview. I think it went well. Although, it sounds like they aren't in much of a hurry to fill the position. (a couple of weeks) It's a two Dr. practice and I met with the younger (newest) doctor. Over the course of the interview he mentioned that his mother was a big fan of the last optical shop that I managed. He said that she "adored the optician that worked there." I told him that since I was the manager and sole optician for the first two years of it's operation, that would probably be me. Hopefully, I'll get called back for a second interview with the senior optometrist some time next week.

Yesterday was grocery day - always exhausting. I usually try to get a whole months worth done at once, but there just wasn't time, so it looks like I may have to finish up this weekend. (not looking forward to that.)

Today, I've tried to catch up on house work. Uh, that hasn't worked out so well. I don't know why, but my body just isn't responding to this beautiful spring-like weather today. It might have some thing to do with the fact, that now that the snow has finally melted, my house has become an island in an ocean of mud. I just can't keep up with all the little paw prints. Not to mention, in spite of last weekend's spring clean up of the garage and front yard, I've discovered another full load of crap in the back yard! (Of course, it would help if my husband would quit bringing home junk.) UGH!

All I know is that I am done - tomorrow is another day. I'm ready to go soak in a hot tub, and curl up in bed with a good book. In fact, that's my plan.

Good night.

Monday, March 1, 2010

I'm SUPPOSED to be . . .

looking for a job.  You know, reponsible and productive use of my computer time?   But I have to tell ya, I'm sick and tired of scrolling through Internet job listings, tired of posting my resume and composing bullshit cover letters, at this point, I could care less.  I have an interview on Tuesday, and for now, that seems almost overwhelming.  

It's been a busy weekend here at the asylum; and yet, I don't feel like I've accomplished much.   I've spent most of my time trying to corral my husband into doing a few things that need to be done - things he promised he'd do.  Things that are still not completely done.   My husband, the great procrastinator!

In addition to corraling my husband, I've been busy corraling dogs and kids as well.  Both Jake and Heather had guests this weekend; and my oldest daughter, Jasmin, went out of town and needed a puppy sitter at the last minute.  Her dog, Jackson, is Spunky's litter mate.   He gets along pretty well with the other dogs, but I think that maybe, he gets along a little TOO well with Spunky.  The two of them have been tearing around my house all weekend like a couple of lunatics.  They're both little guys, so they don't cause any of the usual damage that my bigger dogs have been known to cause; but my gosh, just watching them exhausts me! They have so much energy, they can play all. day. long!  They're like a couple of energizer bunnies! 

Jasmin had been wanting to get Jackson neutered, and I was telling her about the clinic that we took Pete to. . .  I don't know how it happened, but somehow, we ended up volunteering to take him and get him fixed for her.  Roy took him this morning, and he came home this afternoon.  Poor little guy is exhausted !   I've been keeping him in his crate this evening so that he can recover a bit, but Spunky does not like this arrangement.  He keeps dancing around outside his crate, whimpering and doing his little play bow, and he just can't figure out why his little brother wants to sleep instead of play. Me thinks, Spunky will find out how he feels very soon - he's next in line to get fixed.  Anyway, Jackson is finally starting to perk up a bit.  He's eating and keeping everything down, and he just barked at Midnight for getting too close to his food.

*Sigh*  Well, I have to go put together a reminder list of things that my hubby needs to get done before he leaves in the morning.   Otherwise, he'll just walk out the door, and leave me to deal with it.

Good night all.