Sunday, July 19, 2009
Yesterday was the beginning, today is the middle and someday in the future will be the end.
I remember telling you yesterday that I was trying to get the timer on the camera to work and I couldn't. Joshua helped me out and took pictures for me.
This is me now.
This is me then. It is hard to find a picture of me, because I'm always taking them.
This is were I had breakfast this morning, new seating area and who I had breakfast with. I call her Sophia, because she is sexy and doesn't take any crap off the dog!
Yesterday went well, I started with a huge edging project that would have been finished if I had not run out of material. Mike is making great strides on the new porch floor and railing. He has to re-do the steps, because the new floor is taller, he is working on that as I type. Yesterday after I couldn't work anymore due to material shortage, I was sitting on the porch observing all the mess I had made. I don't usually have doubts about anything I am doing, or anything I attempt to do, but I have to tell you there were a lot of them running around in my brain yesterday. I was looking at edging here, edging there, edging everywhere, and it looked like some drunk had come along with a trencher and decided to make a labyrinth in my front yard and didn't have a clue. I was saying to myself WTH have you done?! This is an absolute mess, it makes no sense at all, it looked soooo good on paper. How am I going to fix this? The time and money all ready invested, oh I am so screwed! I thought well, I'll think about it this evening and see what can be salvaged. A few hours later we are leaving to go to the lumber yard. The route out of town to said lumber yard takes us past the front of the house. I drive very slowly and look up at my war torn looking yard. I'm like what, is this the same yard I was looking at earlier? I could not believe my eyes, what looked like the biggest, dumbest mess from the porch, looks great from the street. I said to myself, you know when you get completely finished it's going to luck great from anywhere you look! That short lived self doubt really scared me, I'm never doing that again!! No More Doubt, Ever!!!!!
Here are pictures of my hard work.
Some of Mike's handy work, beginning of new sidewalk and new porch floor.
Today I put in the plants that I got last night when we went after material. This is the beginning of the back of the front landscape. I am finished with labor for the day and ready to take a shower and reflect upon what I have accomplished and what is left to be done. Not only with physical work, but with self work as well. There is always room for improvement. Later I and the boys will go see Harry Potter and this will back a good ending to a good day.
I hope you are all having a sensational Sunday.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
I am not going to write much at this time, because the day is still young, and I have not accomplished anything as of yet, except chat with a friend of mine. I want to be able to regal you all with a wonderful story of my day, so that will have to wait until the day is done.
I can tell you that earlier I was trying to take a picture of me and how I look after loosing 20 pounds, but I could not get the damn timer thingy to work right. I guess I could post the pictures of my attempts, you would get a good look at my arm, no I just looked at them, there is a great picture of my table, and lamp, one of my chest, and one of my chin, nose, and chest, OH YES, That One Is A Keeper!!!! I am sorry some things are not meant to be seen by eyes of any age, so you'll just have to use your imagination! I know some of you right know are LYAO! Glad I can help!
Until there is more to tell...............
Friday, July 17, 2009
It is such a fantastic Friday. It is 62 wonderful degrees, the stars where so bright and the quarter moon was just perfect for my walk this morning. All is beautiful and wonderful in God's paradise. Now mind you all my kids are not here yet. This perfect day may change very rapidly to not so perfect at any given moment, but I am soaking all the perfect in while it last. If I keep talking to myself in the right way there is the possibility is will last all day!
Joshua is doing fine. I fixed his medicine bottle last night so he could get it open if need be, and I actually got to sleep without any incidents, except for the usual cat in the face .
He is not taking much pain medicine and that is good. He is pretty tuff, like his Mom. He is complaining that he can't eat what the rest of us are, so that is good! I told him by Monday or Tuesday he could probably test out some harder foods.
I should be back on track with my step goal today, the last few days it has been tuff to get them in. I have yard work to do and a little running around to do. I will call today to book my be good to myself present for dropping the 20 pounds. My next goal is to have the other 7.5 pounds gone by our anniversary on 8/1. I want to go to Wichita and get a message and body wrap to treat myself for being half way to my permanent goal. I know I can do this, 16 days, that is around 3.5 pounds a week, going to be close!
I know you all are going to help, right?
This poodle of mine is so laid back. She is sleeping under my feet, which I did not know until just now, when I stepped on her head. She didn't even look up! Of course, I didn't step hard when I felt something squishy, but just the same you would think she would have given me some kind of look. When I say laid back I mean it to the inth degree, she lays down to eat, and when the food gets out of reach in the dish she takes her foot and scoops it over to the side where she is eating. She needs to join Sparkanimals.com. Wonder if a site like that would work?
Much to do today so better get started.
Have yourselves a Fabulous Friday!!!!
Thursday, July 16, 2009
I have been tempted since 2 am this morning to just throw in the towel and say to heck with everything. Don't get out of bed, don't let kids in, don't get dressed, don't go for a walk, don't, don't, don't. Fortunately don't really is only a figment of my imagination. You're right, I got out of bed, I got dressed, I went for a walk, and I will let kids in. I really don't, there's that word again, know why I am so responsible? I swear it must be in the DNA!
The pain narcotic the doctor gave Joshua for his surgery has made him sick. This has so added more thrills to each of my all ready exciting days. Hopefully the worst is over. The barfing has stopped, now he is just having horrible throat pain. Gee, I can't imagine why, open sores and stomach acid. I don't think that is a good mix! I've been told, on more than one occasion, that God does not give us more than we can handle, but there have been several times he sure has tested this theory!
I know you all are going to appreciate this. My mother died 10 years ago. She had a small property that my sister and I did not want, and none of her children or mine needed or wanted, so we sold it. This was in a very small town and most people there are moderate income households. This young couple wanted to purchase the house, but could not get a conventional loan so we sold it on contract. We went to a local attorney, had the papers drawn up, and they paid every month until the contract was satisfied. When the attorney did all this she also took care of registering the deed at the court house. In so doing she screwed up the description and left a small portion of the property off the new deed. Because my sister never stays in one spot long enough to use a roll of toilet paper, I was made the one responsible for taking care of anything that came up here. Beginning with the first year I received a tax notice on property in this town. I was like; I don't own any property there. I opened it and saw what it was and called the county treasurer. She explained what had happened and until this attorney corrected the description I would get the tax notice on this portion of the property. I need to tell you that the money owed for taxes was not the issue, $3.11; it was the screw up of copying the property description from one paper to another paper. I sent the bill along with a letter of explanation to the couple that bought the property and assured them I would take care of this. I also have to say, I really love people that know how to do their jobs and care about the way they do their jobs. You have probably figured out where this is going. For 7 of the last 10 years I have called nicely, sent nice letters, made extremely nasty calls, written terrible letters, and the correction was never made. I got tired of sending the tax statement to the owners and even paid them myself, should have billed my sister half. Three years ago I called the county treasure, she told me how to correct the problem myself, my reaction was, I don't think so, we paid this fat cow attorney (trust me she needs Sparkpeople bad) $2000.00 to do what any paralegal could do, and she is going to fix this! I then asked what happens if the taxes don't get paid? Her reply was nothing after 3 years it goes to tax sale and if the owners want it they can buy it. I also found out that the couple that bought it from us had sold it, so I didn't feel bad when she told me this. Your right the brain wheels started turning. I contacted the attorney one more time; maybe she called one of you by mistake, 'cause she has never returned one of my calls, even the nice ones. Yes, I quit paying the taxes. I had to tell you all this so you would appreciate what I am about to tell you now. Yesterday, I received a letter from same attorney. She is now the county attorney. The letter is in reference to delinquent real estate tax. If I do not pay this in full in 30 days she will have no other choice than to sell it at a tax auction. Now how ironic is that? I knew you would see the humor; the one that made the screw up in the first place is now the one in charge of selling it for back taxes! I am still laughing, even at this moment as I look at the letter lying on my desk.
I just don't know what I would do if I had less drama in my day to day life?
I know that you all are looking forward to a wonderful day. I have some exciting news, I have dropped and kicked to the curb 20.5 pounds. I am now, well not till they open, going to call the local nail shop and book a manicure and pedicure. That was the promise I made to myself when I met this goal. Here's to beautiful hands and feet may they live on in glory forever!
Don't let the temptations get you down today, I beat them back with an ugly stick, and so can you!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
OK, I promised you a funny today.
First I want you to know I am not good with acronyms. I did not know what FYI was until I was 40, my sister worked for a newspaper, and I broke down and asked her. That should have started the laughter! Needless to say I am not good at "IM'ing", because most of the time I don't know what anyone is saying. Everyone knows what I am saying. because I type every word, except for the few I have figured out. So it took me a few days, OK weeks, to figure out what DH, DS, and DD meant. So to those of you who get this stuff right off, you will have no problem figuring this out. I do not have a DH I have a DAH (if you don't know email me and I will give you the answer). As most of you know we are working on outside projects on and around the house. We went to Lowe's and bought material to replace the front porch floor. It gets off loaded into the garage next to my truck. By the way we have a his and hers truck. Mine is the fancy one, 'cause I'm worth it!
Anyway, the lumber is next to the truck, DAH asks me to move the truck out so he can get to the material easier. Not a problem. Because it is 101 in the shade the windows get rolled down, don't want my leather interior melting! This is the end of my job. The next morning, Monday, July 13, at 5:30 am, it starts to pour down buckets of rain. DAH never put the truck to bed so it is getting a shower, and you guessed it the carpets done at the same time. I really don't have a big problem with this, because things have a way of drying out. This is where the fun begins. Joshua has a piano lesson same day at 2:30 pm. We get in the truck, the radio is too loud, so I use my fancy controls on the steering wheel to turn it down, hum, they do not work. OK, not a problem. I turn the corner and water pours out on my foot, hum, just how much rain did we get? The next thing that happens, right in the middle of a great song, the XM radio switches to CD's, the one in is nature sounds, an abrupt change from the rock and roll that was jut on. I get back to rock and roll. Now Joshua is giving me a look, like do we have a ghost in the truck? I thought, maybe I better check out the cruise. Just as I thought, no workey. We get to his teachers house, and we are there for 1 hour. Usually she gives 30 minute lessons, but she makes an exception for Joshua due to his brain injury. Here is the disclaimer, Please go to the restroom now, I will not be responsible for anything that happens to your desk chair! We get in the truck, I turn the engine over, and Onstar says to me "If you don't state the number you want to dial in 30 seconds you will be disconnected." Thank God, I thought it was going to say you will self destruct! Now we are both looking at each other like WTH? Turn off Onstar. Just as I hit the button the horn beeps. I look at Joshua and shrug my shoulders. We did not go 3 feet and the horn starts, not honk, honk, like the some one is trying to steel it, this is blaring in you face as loud as it can one note, no breath in between. We live approximately 5 miles from his teacher. On this trip there are 7 stop signs, and 3 traffic lights, at each sign I had to wait on traffic, and each light was red. When other cars passed by or people looked at us I just smiled and waved like there was nothing out of the ordinary going on. All the way home, up the drive, and into the garage which made the horn echo, it never stopped. I said a little prayer as I turned the engine off, Please God when I kill the engine kill the horn. My prayer was answered. Joshua and I made a quick exit into the house. DAH was home from work he was like, what is going on, I couldn't tell him what I was thinking, so I said seems to be some kind of an electrical malfunction in the truck. I no more than said that and the horn started again. He said is this because I left your truck out? I think by now you have figured out why I am referring to him as DAH. There is a happy ending to this story, yes he is still alive, yes everything has dried out, and yes everything is working as it should, silent horn and all!
This is such a great week for excitement. As most of you know Joshua had his tonsils and stuff taken out yesterday. We were up several times during the night to take medicine, get drinks and so on. Because I was up, I went on my walk at 3:30 this morning. I really don't know which one of us had the biggest heart attack, me or the baby armadillo that was in the front yard. I think I almost stepped on him, because when I put my foot down, I felt something graze my ankle, which in itself almost made me pee my pants, and then I heard this strange scratching on the sidewalk. Then I saw it as it came, no ran wildly, into the edge of the light from the corner street lamp. He was hauling as fast as his little claws would take him across the brick street. Once he hit the neighbors yard and could get traction he was gone faster than a speeding bullet. I knew we had young ones around because we found them in the back yard a week or so ago, and I took pictures. I have seen scads of big ones, but never babies. Even tho they tear up the yards foraging for food, they are cute little devils. Here is a bit of armadillo facts, they have four babies to a litter and they are all males. I want someone to tell me where the females come from? When they reach a certain age do part of them go to the armadillo doctor and have a sex change? I'm not kidding when I looked up stuff about them the article said that litters are always all males. I can hear the conversations now "Hey, Thomas how's it hanging?" "Don't speak to me that way! My name is Thomasina now, you uncouth oaf! Have a little respect for a lady." "Sorry, just this morning you were my brother, how was I supposed to know you went over to the other side."
OK, hope I've given you something to laugh about and think about armadillos and all!
Have a wonderful Wednesday!
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