Crank up the iTunes again so I don’t have to listen to that voice. Why, oh, WHY, does she think Jerry Springer trash is funny? I feel grubby and grimy just having it on in the house!
Eureka! Maybe boy-baby is bored. Maybe THAT’S why he is so whiny lately—he has nothing better to do. See if we can fix that.
This boy sure does like scrambled eggs. And macaroni and cheese. The cheap kind. :-p
Yuck, the pits smell like yesterday’s stale onions. Grab the wipes. Trying to hold out for a shower until they are all gone on Saturday.
Have all the appointment documents organized.
Hey, hey, won an ATP t-shirt. :-) And I was just whining, uh, saying to myself I needed more since all but two of the ones I wear are shredding. Blue, I think. My red skin won’t look good in either the UT orange or light yellow.
Think I am going to put ¼ pound pack of dwarf Cosmos seeds on the Fall buy list.
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New day. Sister allows herself a morning stop every work day at McDonalds for a breakfast deal. Last night, she used her last $10 until after work today to buy diapers for boy-child, so I got up and made egg/cheese breakfast burritos. Have to get more bacon. My sissie likes bacon.
ALL the FFO daylily blooms today are unattractive. Weird. Funny, but weird. Moved some of the clearance yellow lilies I got right after moving in to the house. Need to get at a couple of tree seedlings too large to pull out by hand. That tip about using pliers to pull up tree seedlings by the root works right nice if you dig down a little and the soil is moist. ‘Cept, the second root I yanked was a leeeetle large and deep. Think I strained something on my neck and back. But they are gone. Planted several of the Gomphrena seedlings around, too. Watered everything. Think to have successful vegetables, I will need to build a larger and deeper bed. This temporary one is too shallow. Been watering it enough (yea, me!), but there isn’t enough soil for the roots to get good and wound down.
Smell so nasty even the dogs want to be upwind. Wash my hair in the kitchen sink, then get in the shower for two minutes. How did I know that 10 minutes later Blondy would ask if she could do the same thing? I was ready, though, and scotched THAT one real quick. She and Shortie can stay with the plan as it is and take a shower every other day at sister’s house.
Blondy should never try for a customer service type job—in any field, not even fast food. She called phone company to try getting her number loaded to my phone. All the passwords and security answers were ‘wrong’ so she hangs up on one rep and calls back to go through it all again with another rep, I guess thinking she'll get the answer she wants if she keeps hanging up and calling back (uh, no), and getting more frustrated each time. Finally, on the fourth go-round, she’s cussing, throwing things, yelling at her kid, and—how THIS fit in, I don't know—complaining about not getting a shower today (well, she was muttering about that last, actually, because she damn well better know not to do anything else to my face). Oh, give me an effing break. I really really really REALLY want this person OUT OF MY HOUSE! I fear that she may be here forever since she is too stupid, too temperamental, and too lazy to actually get and keep a job. Shortie isn’t perfect, either, but I almost enjoy having her around. How two people from the same gene pool can be so drastically different is always a puzzle to me. Each of my siblings and I are/were categorically different from each other, too. When I studied birth order, I could see the origin of some of our different character traits, but not enough to explain it fully. I envied them when I was a teenager and young adult. Now, though, I am glad I am me. Would absolutely NOT want to trade my life for any of the ones they had. Nightmare scenarios, there, so nononononononoNO!
Sister promised we could stop at the library tomorrow after Kroger, so I will have some new stuff to read! Happy dance!
Last night, I pulled out my Grateful Heart book, daily blessings for the evening meal. Need to keep reminding myself of how much I have for which to BE grateful, and, in the important things, there is a lot. Now, a whollllllle bunch of the stuff in this book is over the edge for me, but there are nuggets here and there. :-)
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In the twilight rain / these brilliant-hued hibiscus / a lovely sunset
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Be tough in the way a blade of grass is: rooted, willing to lean, and at peace with what is around it.
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Blessed are we who can laugh at ourselves, for we will never cease to be amused.
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