**blows dust off this blog**
It's warming up here. Daughter's coming home from college for the summer today. And she's still doing quite well. So, anyone got some hints that would keep me on this site more often? It's the only blog site I know of that I don't have other family members on, so I could really use it to vent. And that could be a bad thing for all of you.
So, fun?
Yeah, it's been awhile since I've been here. Life's not half bad. Daughter made the Dean's List at her college both semesters last year. She's opting for a single room this year. Baby got through kindergarten all right. He's still not totally comfortable with kids his own age, but he's doing better. His reading skills are through the roof and math's right up there as well. Now, if we can just get him to work on the organizational stuff.
DH is still enjoying working for the Post Office and my job still sucks beyond all suckage. I'm looking like crazy for another one but so far, no luck. My will power has disappeared and so has all of my ambition.
Basically, I hate my life but really have no reason to do so. So yeah, I'm a angsty beeotch without a cause. Or a clue.
But I'm still breathing. So, it'll get better. It always does.
What is your favorite scent?
Submitted by Erinen.
It's a toss up between the way my husband smells at the end of a NORMAL day or the way just washed baby hair smells.
Non-human? Roses, plumeria and gardenia......................................and puppy breath.
Still being driven crazy by my family, but that's what I pay them for.
Doing the Nano thing again this year.
706 /
50,000
(1.4%)
Not off to a very good start. But I'm expecting better things. Most of the characters are based on family members. So, I can drive them as crazy as they drive me.
Half of them are were-beasts. The other half are witches.
Works for me.
I had something I wanted to say. Now, I can't remember what it was. And today, I had to look up a combination I've had memorized for the past six months. My joints hurt worse than ever and I can't seem to get out of this fog. Hot flashes suck beyond the explaining of them and I'm tired of being tired.
Getting old is, well, getting old. And yeah, I know, better than the alternative. But I'm beginning to wonder by how much.
Don't worry, folks, it's just a mood swing.......
You've been through the desert on a horse with no name. Except your horse does have a name. What is it?
Submitted by edubya.vox.com.
A horse? What would I be doing with a horse? They scare the
daylights out of me. Okay, name. I dunno. How
about Hibiscus? Or Dennis? Yeah, I'd have a horse named
Dennis.
Works for me.
Stress + Work + Allergies = Writer's Block.
It had best be gone by October 31, is all I have to say.
]]>If you could only save one thing in a house fire (thing, not person), what would it be and why?
Submitted by donnunn.
It's a toss up between the box of photos or my daughter's paintings.
My daughter's goodbye party is going to be at Chuck E. Cheese's.
Um........okay?
Hele au. Aloha.
It's amazing, the things your brain comes up with after working
three days in the Garden Center. For most folks, I suppose that
wouldn't be a problem. But for me, well, I'm allergic to half the
blamed department! But I love working out there, as long as the
heat index doesn't get up to 108 or so. And the last three days
have been rather tolerable.
Mostly, the customers were great. I only had one I wasn't too
happy with. He'd bought a gate that was damaged and had brought
it back. He then went to pick up one that wasn't. So far,
so good. He instead picked up a panel. Now, the gate was
returned at the returns desk, as it should be. So, I actually
never saw said gate. He brings the panel through my line and I
ring it and another item up and run his merch card through.
He gets upset because it's not the amount he expected. He swears that's
it's the same thing he brought back. The panel's more expensive. I show
him on the return reciept where he returned a gate. He says,"Yes,
I returned a gate." I informed him he had a panel in front of
him. He told me I was crazy, that it was the same thing he'd
bought. My supervisor just shakes her head in that way that
means, "Just let it go." Fine, so we return it at my register and
go to re-ring it. He's blathering into his phone about how we're
trying to cheat him and blah, blah, blah. So, my supervisor rings
it up at the price he's demanding and off he goes, telling whomever's
on the phone that he's coming home with the new gate.
We just let him go. He'll figure it out later. I hope.
Hele au. Aloha.