I have known for some time that when I put food out to feed the cats outside, other animals dig in. For example, I know that the birds and squirrels have also been chowing down. The squirrels also chewed through the plastic container that I keep the bird food in to chow down on that. I don't mind really. They have to eat, so especially in the winter I am happy to help.
A few weeks ago after one of my trips I noticed that all the food was gone. I really do put out a lot of food to make sure the cats don't go hungry while I am gone. I was curious just how many cats had come to eat that weekend. Then one evening while sitting in the kitchen, I heard a noise on the porch. I flip the light on and push the curtain back to see just who it is that is eating so noisily. It is two dogs. I let them eat, then refill the bowls for my feline furbabies who will come out to eat early in the morning.
Then last night, I hear more noise on the back porch, so again I flip on the light and there stands the dogs again. They take off running when they see me. About 30 minutes later, I hear noise again and am curious which dog is the brave one. It is not a dog at all! It is a little possum! He was a little one and still kind of cute so I did not run him off either. I am sure that as nature goes he will grow up into a big ugly possum, but for now he was cute, so he can stay.
Can you tell that I love animals?
Friday, January 30, 2009
Hope
I am hopeful. I am hopeful that my attorney is not full of you know what. That he is right and we have a really good chance. I am hopeful that my son will be okay. That he will make it through all of this without lifelong scars. I am hopeful that he will come home. I am hopeful that when he comes home, I will be enough support for him to work out all of his emotions. I am hopeful that we will one day be a family together again. I am hopeful that it will come sooner rather than later. I am hopeful that the Good Guys will win one. I am hopeful.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Lemonade Award!
I have been given a Lemonade Award! Chicagolandia thinks I am motivational! Thank you so much Annie. Go and check out her blog for some great recipes, shopping tips and stories for shopping and saving in the land of no doubles.
I would pass this award on, but I think that everyone that I would give it to has probably already received it in the past few days. I usually only read blogs from the pound, and I think most of you gals have it already! So kudos to all the hounds at the pound! You guys are all inspirational and just plain wonderful!
Friday, January 23, 2009
The Family Visit, Part Duex
I will start with the loading of the van. It was about -10 outside and with the windchill it was around -30. Yuck-o! It was so cold that I had to stay in the van instead of helping load because without continuous gas it would not stay running. We finally get it all loaded and get on our way. It took a surprisingly short amount of time. I am driving and my BIL is sitting up front with me, my mom in the middle seat, and my sister and the babies in the back on the bench seat. My sister and mom keep telling me how cold it is. I am cold as well but thought it was because it was soooooo cold outside and we are on the interstate doing like 70 mph. It's all cold air coming in. After about an hour and a half, we stop and get gas so my mom and BIL can go in and see if they can find one of those little heaters that plug in the 12 volt outlet. No luck, they are sold out, but they do have an electric blanket that my BIL gets for my sister and the girls. We left around 1 am EST and somewhere around 8 am EST we stop to get breakfast. It is still -1 outside even though we drove south. Yikes! We stop at McDonald's so the girls can diaper changes, and everyone can have breakfast. We get back into the van and the air that is blowing out of the vents is still cold so we turn it off again. I am at this point a little unsure because it has been that cold at home before and I had heat. I wonder if the antifreeze is a little low. The motor is too hot to check right now, but I will check it later, in the meantime, we will just have to stay covered. So we make it to the hotel with no further problems. We get checked in and run to the store to pick up the few food items that we will need for the weekend. My attorney's office calls and lets me know what time I can go over. It is about an hour's drive from where we have to stay to visit my son. So my mom and I drive over there and it is not too bad. We were not overly cold, but it was much warmer down there. We get back to the hotel (after a bit of CVS shopping, who BTW did not care how many transactions we wanted to do with our lovely little coupon-just three). My sister and her husband wanted all of us to go out to eat for my sis's b-day. So off we went to eat dinner which was only a walk across the parking lot. The restaurant there is fabulous. If I could I would eat there every time I go down for a visit. It is a bit pricey for this broke mama though. Saturday morning we all load up in the van to go to the ball game and of course it was really cold again. No heat yet again, just blowing cold air. The game was a little hard to watch because of course neither of the girls wanted to watch the game and the three year old could not wait until the game was over and did not understand why she could not talk to her buddy and why he did not look at her. Finally the game ended and my son's father got one more dig in about the game later in the day, which I just ignored. We all headed back to the hotel and started working on lunch (pork roast with potatoes, carrots and onions, and apple salad to go with it.) My son and the three year old, which we will call drama girl, started playing by running like wild animals and jumping on beds and streaking through the rooms. We had the suite and a connecting room so in essence there were three rooms to run through. I know that lots of parents do not allow their children to jump on beds, but I have always allowed this for my son. To start with only when I was standing near the bed to prevent accidents, then as he got older I just told him to be careful and let him have fun. He has never weighed enough for me to care yet since our beds all had metal frames. Of course my sister does not allow drama girl to jump on beds ever. So she was a little panicked over the idea that drama girl was too close to the edge. We were all taking turns watching them though as my son can get rough because his dad is teaching him that all boys fight. So, my son is very rough and often hurts someone with his "practice fighting" without meaning to. I watched very closely to make sure we had no accidental injuries. Things went pretty well. We had to keep reminding children and "grown children" not to be so rought and to be quiet when the baby was sleeping. All in all a pretty good visit during the day. Going home was not so good. Drama girl did not understand the my son did not get to stay and so she cried. My son was very unhappy about leaving, and he cried most of the way back to his dad's. He sat in front with me and my mom sat in the middle and leaned up so she could reach his head and both of us made sure we had constant contact with him the whole way back to his dad's. We gave him lots of hugs and kisses and reminded him we would be back the next day to see him.
We run to walmart (I really don't like that store) after we go back to get the rest of the family at the hotel. I get antifreeze thinking that will help the heat situation. We head back to the hotel and watch a movie and everyone except me fell asleep before it was over.
The next morning I go and get my son so we can visit again. He is very happy to be able to see all of us again and can't wait to get back to the hotel. I notice that there is still no heat in the van even though I added antifreeze. At this point I think it must be a sensor or the thermostat. Drama girl is very much living up to her name on Sunday. Everything that my son has she wants and she cries when he doesn't hand it over. We tried telling her that she could have it when he was done or we would get another one, but only the one my son has will do. Again overall was a really good visit. No major catastrophies just minor issues. Then comes the time to leave. Drama girl keeps crying saying we can't pack up her stuff because she does not want to go home and leave her buddy. My son is getting more and more upset because drama girl keeps crying and my sister is getting really frustrated about trying to pack and load the van and keep her children out of things she is trying to pack up. We get the van fully loaded up and it is time for us to go out. My son starts crying again and does not want me to leave, drama girl starts crying because she does not want to leave. I just stand and hug him and hold him. I tell him to keep his chin up, I hope it will all be over soon. We just have to be tough and keep trying and we will get through this. I know that when one is eight, these words mean nothing. They really don't mean much to me, and I am an adult. I just plug along waiting for my day. And it will come.
We drive out to my son's current residence. I do not call it his home because it is not and never will be. He keeps sniffing and saying he is all right. I know better but I cannot fix this just yet, so I let him pull himself together. When we get there, drama girl has fallen asleep and is not happy about being awakened. She cries and will not give my son a hug because she thinks if she does not say good-bye, he does not have to go. We tell my son just to give a hug and tell her bye anyway and let her cry. I get out with my son and we go up towards the house and hug. I give lots of hugs and do not want to let go, especially when he is crying but I know that the longer I stay there hugging him, the harder it is for him. So, I let go and walk away. I get in my van, I roll down the window and wave and conk the horn as my son always says. I hear drama girl crying in the back and my sister sniffing and I want to cry. I just keep waving and put the van in reverse and back down the driveway. I put the van in drive, and with tears in my eyes, watching my son cry, I drive away.
Now aren't you glad you made it all the way to the end? What a sad ending there. I hope to have a happy tale soon. Let's all keep our fingers crossed!
We run to walmart (I really don't like that store) after we go back to get the rest of the family at the hotel. I get antifreeze thinking that will help the heat situation. We head back to the hotel and watch a movie and everyone except me fell asleep before it was over.
The next morning I go and get my son so we can visit again. He is very happy to be able to see all of us again and can't wait to get back to the hotel. I notice that there is still no heat in the van even though I added antifreeze. At this point I think it must be a sensor or the thermostat. Drama girl is very much living up to her name on Sunday. Everything that my son has she wants and she cries when he doesn't hand it over. We tried telling her that she could have it when he was done or we would get another one, but only the one my son has will do. Again overall was a really good visit. No major catastrophies just minor issues. Then comes the time to leave. Drama girl keeps crying saying we can't pack up her stuff because she does not want to go home and leave her buddy. My son is getting more and more upset because drama girl keeps crying and my sister is getting really frustrated about trying to pack and load the van and keep her children out of things she is trying to pack up. We get the van fully loaded up and it is time for us to go out. My son starts crying again and does not want me to leave, drama girl starts crying because she does not want to leave. I just stand and hug him and hold him. I tell him to keep his chin up, I hope it will all be over soon. We just have to be tough and keep trying and we will get through this. I know that when one is eight, these words mean nothing. They really don't mean much to me, and I am an adult. I just plug along waiting for my day. And it will come.
We drive out to my son's current residence. I do not call it his home because it is not and never will be. He keeps sniffing and saying he is all right. I know better but I cannot fix this just yet, so I let him pull himself together. When we get there, drama girl has fallen asleep and is not happy about being awakened. She cries and will not give my son a hug because she thinks if she does not say good-bye, he does not have to go. We tell my son just to give a hug and tell her bye anyway and let her cry. I get out with my son and we go up towards the house and hug. I give lots of hugs and do not want to let go, especially when he is crying but I know that the longer I stay there hugging him, the harder it is for him. So, I let go and walk away. I get in my van, I roll down the window and wave and conk the horn as my son always says. I hear drama girl crying in the back and my sister sniffing and I want to cry. I just keep waving and put the van in reverse and back down the driveway. I put the van in drive, and with tears in my eyes, watching my son cry, I drive away.
Now aren't you glad you made it all the way to the end? What a sad ending there. I hope to have a happy tale soon. Let's all keep our fingers crossed!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
The Family Visit
Wow, was this ever an interesting trip.
My son plays basketball, not because he wants to, but because his dad told him he had to. Isn't that nice? And of course these games are always and only on Saturday. Right smack dab in the middle of our visit. I was at first told that I had to take my son to the games. I have since found out that I did not have to. Last year when he played the game was at nine, so his father and I agreed that he would play the game and I would obviously come and watch, and then my visit would start at 10 am instead of nine am. Well this year his games are at 11 am. His father wanted me to come and get my son, then spend 30 minutes driving to a school somewhere, watch my son play, drive 30 minutes back to the hotel and only get to keep my son for one extra hour. I said no go, I am not losing two hours of time for a ball game neither of us cares if he goes to, we want to spend our time together. So I came up with the idea that I would watch the game and the visit would start after the game just like last year. At first he humhawed around and did not seem like he would agree because he did not want my son out that late (as if he never has him out late). Finally he did agree which was good or else he would not be going. This seemed to work well for the most part.
Then came our family weekend visit. We have been planning this visit since October. I did not even receive a schedule for the games until November. I noticed recently that the Saturday of our family visit was a double header game day. I asked my son one evening last week to find out if the games were back to back or different times of day and different schools. Instead of asking and telling me later, he puts his dad on the phone. All I ask is if he knows if the games are back to back or not. He is supposedly the assistant coach but tells me he has no idea. I tell him if the games are back to back, we can attend both games, if not he will not be at the second one. My word, you would have thought I told this man that I was going to cut off my son's arm so he can never play ball again. He yelled, ranted, raved, and talked like a demented four year old for 30 minutes, refusing to let me talk to my son, calling me crazy, saying I was mean to my son for missing a game, that my son would think bad things about me for interferring and making him miss a game, said all kinds of very unkind things. Of course, I told him he sounded stupid, he was mean for not letting me talk to my son, and that my son would think bad things about him for yelling at me not for me not taking him to a game. He railed that I had to tell him what we were doing, how I was going to have to explain to the judge why I was missing a game, and how I would have to explain all the things I do on our visits. I told him I did not have to explain anything to him, and if he wanted to get an explanation he would have to wait until we went to court. If he thought that I was doing something wrong then he should not worry about it and let me answer to the court. Then he starts in on how it hurts his feelings (notice it is all about him and not my son) and makes him mad. I make him mad that is why he is talking this way to me and being mean to me. I inform him that I have no control whatsoever on his emotions. He is an adult and controls his emotions all on his own. Of course it is all my fault that he is mad, all my fault that he is yelling at me, and my fault that he has to treat me this way. I tell him again he is a grown up and needs to control his own emotions, I have no contrl over them. He then starts asking me every couple of minutes, are you mad? are you mad? I say no, I just want to talk to my son. Stop interuppting and let me talk to my son. Finally he starts in on this occasion over the summer where he told me that my son had a trophy ceremony and pizza party to go to at three pm and that they were to meet at the ball field for a game at five pm. Now this is a minor legue game they are going to which means no way will I get to have the whole time of my visit. So I check with my son and tell him that he can either stay all day with me and spend our time together or he can go to the pizza party then to the game, but there will not be any time for us to be together then. We both decide that we are spending the time we have together, and not going to the pizza party. I have never heard the end of this. Every time his dad yells at me he brings this up. I have told him in the past to find something new, but this is the one he uses. It pretty much is the only thing he has. Welllllll, this time he adds to it substantially. Suddenly the story changes from I "made my son mad and he was upset that I did not take him" to this new tale that my son "was crying as soon as he got out of the car and came straight inside and was sobbing and wanted to know if he got a trophy". He continued to talk and I asked him if he was done talking and he said no. I called him a liar and he paused. The pause was not immediately significant, but did become important in a few minutes. He started talking again and I said again you lied you said as soon as you said your thing again you would let me talk to my son. Finally he stops talking and puts my son back on the phone. I know immediately that my son has heard everything. He won't really talk which also means his dad is standing right there to hear what my son says. He finally starts whispering which of course I cannot hear. Then says dad lied I did not cry. I was not crying over the trophy. (This explains the pause as his dad thought I was calling him a liar over the story, not that he was still preventing me from my phone call.) I told my son I know that, your dad lies to me all the time. I do not ever believe him because every time he yells at me he is lying about something. In retrospect I probably should not have said the second sentence, but I was really frustrated that my son heard all of the name calling. Of course he would not have heard anything I said being as I was on the other end of the phone, but he heard all the awful things his dad said. I know that upsets him and he tells me that it makes him mad and hurts his feelings that his dad talks to me that way. If he tells his dad that though he gets into trouble for sticking up for me. We get to say our goodbyes and I tell him that I would call the next night.
The next couple of days are mostly uneventful, but again on Friday "that man" (to use SunEday's phrase) answers when I call. He is demanding again that I take my son to the game. I tell him we will go to the first one and meet there just like the past visits but we are not going to the second one. He starts to argue again. I tell him it is not up for discussion and to put my son on the phone, I am not talking to him anymore. Suprisingly, he does not stay on the phone but a couple of minutes before I get to talk to my son. Then my son wants to talk to my sister and her daughter as well. The conversation went well after that.
We go to the school to watch the game the next morning, and I bet you can guess what is said! Yes, I get told yet again when the game is, and he is telling me that we have to be there one hour early. But of course I get one hour for the game only. I say we aren't going. He says well I doubt that I see you there, but the game is at this time at this school. What he doesn't know is that I already talked to the coach. I told her that my family came down to visit and that my son would not be at the other game. She had absolutly no problem with it. And then asked if my son was playing in the first game because he was not in uniform. Apparently the kids are supposed to be in uniform when they get there or in their warm up suits and he was not wearing either. She wanted to know if I knew why. I said no, I have no control over that part. She said no problem, and no problem for the afternoon game either.
And much to everyone's pleasure the rest of the visit went as smooth as can be expected. More on that in the next post. Not to mention the actual van ride, which was very, very cold.
My son plays basketball, not because he wants to, but because his dad told him he had to. Isn't that nice? And of course these games are always and only on Saturday. Right smack dab in the middle of our visit. I was at first told that I had to take my son to the games. I have since found out that I did not have to. Last year when he played the game was at nine, so his father and I agreed that he would play the game and I would obviously come and watch, and then my visit would start at 10 am instead of nine am. Well this year his games are at 11 am. His father wanted me to come and get my son, then spend 30 minutes driving to a school somewhere, watch my son play, drive 30 minutes back to the hotel and only get to keep my son for one extra hour. I said no go, I am not losing two hours of time for a ball game neither of us cares if he goes to, we want to spend our time together. So I came up with the idea that I would watch the game and the visit would start after the game just like last year. At first he humhawed around and did not seem like he would agree because he did not want my son out that late (as if he never has him out late). Finally he did agree which was good or else he would not be going. This seemed to work well for the most part.
Then came our family weekend visit. We have been planning this visit since October. I did not even receive a schedule for the games until November. I noticed recently that the Saturday of our family visit was a double header game day. I asked my son one evening last week to find out if the games were back to back or different times of day and different schools. Instead of asking and telling me later, he puts his dad on the phone. All I ask is if he knows if the games are back to back or not. He is supposedly the assistant coach but tells me he has no idea. I tell him if the games are back to back, we can attend both games, if not he will not be at the second one. My word, you would have thought I told this man that I was going to cut off my son's arm so he can never play ball again. He yelled, ranted, raved, and talked like a demented four year old for 30 minutes, refusing to let me talk to my son, calling me crazy, saying I was mean to my son for missing a game, that my son would think bad things about me for interferring and making him miss a game, said all kinds of very unkind things. Of course, I told him he sounded stupid, he was mean for not letting me talk to my son, and that my son would think bad things about him for yelling at me not for me not taking him to a game. He railed that I had to tell him what we were doing, how I was going to have to explain to the judge why I was missing a game, and how I would have to explain all the things I do on our visits. I told him I did not have to explain anything to him, and if he wanted to get an explanation he would have to wait until we went to court. If he thought that I was doing something wrong then he should not worry about it and let me answer to the court. Then he starts in on how it hurts his feelings (notice it is all about him and not my son) and makes him mad. I make him mad that is why he is talking this way to me and being mean to me. I inform him that I have no control whatsoever on his emotions. He is an adult and controls his emotions all on his own. Of course it is all my fault that he is mad, all my fault that he is yelling at me, and my fault that he has to treat me this way. I tell him again he is a grown up and needs to control his own emotions, I have no contrl over them. He then starts asking me every couple of minutes, are you mad? are you mad? I say no, I just want to talk to my son. Stop interuppting and let me talk to my son. Finally he starts in on this occasion over the summer where he told me that my son had a trophy ceremony and pizza party to go to at three pm and that they were to meet at the ball field for a game at five pm. Now this is a minor legue game they are going to which means no way will I get to have the whole time of my visit. So I check with my son and tell him that he can either stay all day with me and spend our time together or he can go to the pizza party then to the game, but there will not be any time for us to be together then. We both decide that we are spending the time we have together, and not going to the pizza party. I have never heard the end of this. Every time his dad yells at me he brings this up. I have told him in the past to find something new, but this is the one he uses. It pretty much is the only thing he has. Welllllll, this time he adds to it substantially. Suddenly the story changes from I "made my son mad and he was upset that I did not take him" to this new tale that my son "was crying as soon as he got out of the car and came straight inside and was sobbing and wanted to know if he got a trophy". He continued to talk and I asked him if he was done talking and he said no. I called him a liar and he paused. The pause was not immediately significant, but did become important in a few minutes. He started talking again and I said again you lied you said as soon as you said your thing again you would let me talk to my son. Finally he stops talking and puts my son back on the phone. I know immediately that my son has heard everything. He won't really talk which also means his dad is standing right there to hear what my son says. He finally starts whispering which of course I cannot hear. Then says dad lied I did not cry. I was not crying over the trophy. (This explains the pause as his dad thought I was calling him a liar over the story, not that he was still preventing me from my phone call.) I told my son I know that, your dad lies to me all the time. I do not ever believe him because every time he yells at me he is lying about something. In retrospect I probably should not have said the second sentence, but I was really frustrated that my son heard all of the name calling. Of course he would not have heard anything I said being as I was on the other end of the phone, but he heard all the awful things his dad said. I know that upsets him and he tells me that it makes him mad and hurts his feelings that his dad talks to me that way. If he tells his dad that though he gets into trouble for sticking up for me. We get to say our goodbyes and I tell him that I would call the next night.
The next couple of days are mostly uneventful, but again on Friday "that man" (to use SunEday's phrase) answers when I call. He is demanding again that I take my son to the game. I tell him we will go to the first one and meet there just like the past visits but we are not going to the second one. He starts to argue again. I tell him it is not up for discussion and to put my son on the phone, I am not talking to him anymore. Suprisingly, he does not stay on the phone but a couple of minutes before I get to talk to my son. Then my son wants to talk to my sister and her daughter as well. The conversation went well after that.
We go to the school to watch the game the next morning, and I bet you can guess what is said! Yes, I get told yet again when the game is, and he is telling me that we have to be there one hour early. But of course I get one hour for the game only. I say we aren't going. He says well I doubt that I see you there, but the game is at this time at this school. What he doesn't know is that I already talked to the coach. I told her that my family came down to visit and that my son would not be at the other game. She had absolutly no problem with it. And then asked if my son was playing in the first game because he was not in uniform. Apparently the kids are supposed to be in uniform when they get there or in their warm up suits and he was not wearing either. She wanted to know if I knew why. I said no, I have no control over that part. She said no problem, and no problem for the afternoon game either.
And much to everyone's pleasure the rest of the visit went as smooth as can be expected. More on that in the next post. Not to mention the actual van ride, which was very, very cold.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Resolutions, Visits, and Whatever Strikes My Fancy....
Well, I have not completely bailed on my resolutions. Yippee!
I am watching what I eat, but was not quite as prepared for my diet foods as I thought. I will have to make a special run to the store next time I get paid and then start the diet. So, I have not lost any weight yet, but I have not gained any more.
I have also started organizing. I have finished the bathroom, the "cat room", and the kitchen. I will not have more time for it this week, but plan the purging of the kitchen some time next week. I have already purged the bathroom and "cat room". I call it the "cat room" because that is where I store my hounded litter and keep the litter boxes. The dryer is in there along with the weedeater and some cabinets that I keep things like paint and light bulbs in as well, but it was dubbed the "cat room" and so it shall stay named.
I have also been hounding and getting free or darn near free stuff with the cvs $3 off coupon. I have gotten some great deals with that lovely little coupon! I also went to kmart on Sunday for double coupons! I got $85 worth of merchandise for only $35 including tax! I am quite pleased. I got a lot of cereal, drinks, some shampoo, soup and a lot of other stuff! It was fun! I can also mail in for a $5 gift card from the cereal!
No saving money out of this check. I wish I had gotten my power bill before the kmart run as I would not have gone or at least only gotten things that would be free after coupons. I nearly had heart failure......Are you ready for this? I sure wasn't-$300.49. For ONE month! AAAAAHHHHH! I know that it will only get higher as this colder air pushes in and we actually have a few more months of it. I already keep my heat on 60 degrees and run a space heater in the kithchen and bathroom to keep the pipes from freezing (that happened last year!). Let me tell you, it is cold in my drafty bedroom when I get up in the morning. I live in a house that is almost 90 years old. It has original windows that have the pully system in them, which means that a rope and pully actually is what opens and closes them. They are super cool with their old wavy glass, but also have holes in them for the ropes to travel through them so the air just pushes out every time the furnace kicks on and rushes in every time the wind blows. I tried plastic over them, but my kitties stated their opinion of me covering their windows by shredding the plastic, so no more plastic over the windows. I will increase my search for a job when I come back from visiting my son this weekend just to pay my power apparently.
I go to see my son this weekend. I will actually leave on Thursday night around midnight. I am taking my mom, sister, bil, and their two children, and we are celebrating christmas as a family. I really hope they sleep okay. My sister says they will, but I am not so sure. I think what will happen is that when I get there we will load the van and put in carseats, and when we put the girls in they will wake up and be unhappy for hours as this will be the time they normally sleep. The good news is if they do, them crying will keep me awake. No falling asleep with two babies crying in the car! Then on Friday I go and meet with my atty and sign papers. I hope this means we are getting closer to going back to court. I hope, I hope, I hope!!! I am so ready for all of this to be over so we can move on with our lives. Hey, I can teach my son how to hound when he gets home! That would sure be fun! And it would be a learning experience for him as well. Nothing like learning math by figuring how much money you can save.
This is a whatever strikes my fancy portion. I recently read a blog about one person being annoyed by another. As will always happen somewhere. I did not get the blog until I saw another post somewhere else, so I decided to revisit the blog and I am now glad that I did. I got a clearer understanding of some comments that I had recently read and did not make sense to me. I also got more information than I had as I had missed some posts altogether. One of the discussions was over whether a particular person was showing signs of depression, which of course was denied. I personally do not know if the person is depressed or not. I do know, however, that depression shows itself with many faces. It is not something to take lightly. I have looked into depression, some of the symptoms are mood swings, easily irritated, listlessness, being tired, not being able to be rational, not being able to make decisions, not being able to sleep and stressing out over things to name a few. If these symptoms describe you, please talk to your doctor. Depression is nothing to joke about or ignore. I would also ask if any of my posts make you feel like I am down in the dumps or if I sound depressed please tell me. I do not think that I am depressed (stressed yes), but sometimes it takes someone from outside your own sphere to see the symptoms that can be missed by ones own self or immediate family.
Here is another strikes my fancy: What is with all this cold weather. I am going to be loading my van tomorrow night for the trip (what is already packed anyway) and it is going to get down to like one degree. EEWWWWWW! And the next night when we leave it will be down to -2 degrees. What is the deal here? I do not like cold to begin with, and now I have to be out in it loading a vehicle. This just is not fair. (Sitting here with my lip out pouting!!!) Oh well, at least we are going south so it will be slightly warmer. Not warm just warmer. Certainly not a play outside warm, but not a freeze any exposed skin cold!!! :) Good thing I got out my "wooly mammoth coat"! It is really long with (fake) fur on the inside with suede on the outside. It covers me from my neck all the way down to my ankles. It weighs a ton but is really warm! When I add a hat, scarf, and gloves, I am like Dancinmama, I am in disguise and no one know who I am!
I am out of time here for posting, so have a good day all, and try not to freeze, unless of course you are a lucky dog out in the southwest, and then don't rub it in with your warm temps!
I am watching what I eat, but was not quite as prepared for my diet foods as I thought. I will have to make a special run to the store next time I get paid and then start the diet. So, I have not lost any weight yet, but I have not gained any more.
I have also started organizing. I have finished the bathroom, the "cat room", and the kitchen. I will not have more time for it this week, but plan the purging of the kitchen some time next week. I have already purged the bathroom and "cat room". I call it the "cat room" because that is where I store my hounded litter and keep the litter boxes. The dryer is in there along with the weedeater and some cabinets that I keep things like paint and light bulbs in as well, but it was dubbed the "cat room" and so it shall stay named.
I have also been hounding and getting free or darn near free stuff with the cvs $3 off coupon. I have gotten some great deals with that lovely little coupon! I also went to kmart on Sunday for double coupons! I got $85 worth of merchandise for only $35 including tax! I am quite pleased. I got a lot of cereal, drinks, some shampoo, soup and a lot of other stuff! It was fun! I can also mail in for a $5 gift card from the cereal!
No saving money out of this check. I wish I had gotten my power bill before the kmart run as I would not have gone or at least only gotten things that would be free after coupons. I nearly had heart failure......Are you ready for this? I sure wasn't-$300.49. For ONE month! AAAAAHHHHH! I know that it will only get higher as this colder air pushes in and we actually have a few more months of it. I already keep my heat on 60 degrees and run a space heater in the kithchen and bathroom to keep the pipes from freezing (that happened last year!). Let me tell you, it is cold in my drafty bedroom when I get up in the morning. I live in a house that is almost 90 years old. It has original windows that have the pully system in them, which means that a rope and pully actually is what opens and closes them. They are super cool with their old wavy glass, but also have holes in them for the ropes to travel through them so the air just pushes out every time the furnace kicks on and rushes in every time the wind blows. I tried plastic over them, but my kitties stated their opinion of me covering their windows by shredding the plastic, so no more plastic over the windows. I will increase my search for a job when I come back from visiting my son this weekend just to pay my power apparently.
I go to see my son this weekend. I will actually leave on Thursday night around midnight. I am taking my mom, sister, bil, and their two children, and we are celebrating christmas as a family. I really hope they sleep okay. My sister says they will, but I am not so sure. I think what will happen is that when I get there we will load the van and put in carseats, and when we put the girls in they will wake up and be unhappy for hours as this will be the time they normally sleep. The good news is if they do, them crying will keep me awake. No falling asleep with two babies crying in the car! Then on Friday I go and meet with my atty and sign papers. I hope this means we are getting closer to going back to court. I hope, I hope, I hope!!! I am so ready for all of this to be over so we can move on with our lives. Hey, I can teach my son how to hound when he gets home! That would sure be fun! And it would be a learning experience for him as well. Nothing like learning math by figuring how much money you can save.
This is a whatever strikes my fancy portion. I recently read a blog about one person being annoyed by another. As will always happen somewhere. I did not get the blog until I saw another post somewhere else, so I decided to revisit the blog and I am now glad that I did. I got a clearer understanding of some comments that I had recently read and did not make sense to me. I also got more information than I had as I had missed some posts altogether. One of the discussions was over whether a particular person was showing signs of depression, which of course was denied. I personally do not know if the person is depressed or not. I do know, however, that depression shows itself with many faces. It is not something to take lightly. I have looked into depression, some of the symptoms are mood swings, easily irritated, listlessness, being tired, not being able to be rational, not being able to make decisions, not being able to sleep and stressing out over things to name a few. If these symptoms describe you, please talk to your doctor. Depression is nothing to joke about or ignore. I would also ask if any of my posts make you feel like I am down in the dumps or if I sound depressed please tell me. I do not think that I am depressed (stressed yes), but sometimes it takes someone from outside your own sphere to see the symptoms that can be missed by ones own self or immediate family.
Here is another strikes my fancy: What is with all this cold weather. I am going to be loading my van tomorrow night for the trip (what is already packed anyway) and it is going to get down to like one degree. EEWWWWWW! And the next night when we leave it will be down to -2 degrees. What is the deal here? I do not like cold to begin with, and now I have to be out in it loading a vehicle. This just is not fair. (Sitting here with my lip out pouting!!!) Oh well, at least we are going south so it will be slightly warmer. Not warm just warmer. Certainly not a play outside warm, but not a freeze any exposed skin cold!!! :) Good thing I got out my "wooly mammoth coat"! It is really long with (fake) fur on the inside with suede on the outside. It covers me from my neck all the way down to my ankles. It weighs a ton but is really warm! When I add a hat, scarf, and gloves, I am like Dancinmama, I am in disguise and no one know who I am!
I am out of time here for posting, so have a good day all, and try not to freeze, unless of course you are a lucky dog out in the southwest, and then don't rub it in with your warm temps!
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