Sorry for the grainy, shitty quality. I’m no Guylty. And that was early morning on my cheapass cellphone!
Sorry for the grainy, shitty quality. I’m no Guylty. And that was early morning on my cheapass cellphone!
I have lots to do today, soooo I’m going knock out a bunch of birds with one stone! Except the year end stats. I’ll do that tomorrow. But everything else is today!
First, I hope and pray that the best day of your 2015 is your worst of 2016. Read that closely.
2015 brought a LOT of changes for me and mine. Most of it welcome. Some of it dicey at best.
Last Sunday, Spawn and I spent it at our home church up in NE Georgia. Pastor spoke of change and that we needed to be prepared. God doesn’t put us in comfortable places when He has work for us to do. He takes us from our comfort zone and puts us somewhere that pretty much probably is uncomfortable and we learn and grow from the experience. I’m pretty danged uncomfortable right now. Really. I’ve got a cat that’s hiding, a house in disarray, curtain rods that will NOT stay up on the wall.
But I’m working, even if it’s not my dream job. I’m playing piano again. My son is here. Bills are being paid and there’s a little bit left over. My car is running. All that I survey is mine… well it’s rented, but it’s mine. My stuff, my furniture, my place. I’m reading lots, somehow, I’m learning new skills. My next knitting project will be gloves. Or socks. I have yarn for both. I’m using power tools. WHRRRRRRRRRRR! I’ve moved furniture by myself.
Damn. I’m too old to move furniture by myself.
I realized that no matter how hard we look, we will not find a carbon copy of our home church down here or the pastor who seems to speak to your soul every single time you need to hear it. But we’re going to find what we need. God put me here for a reason. Whether for my sake or a child’s sake or even another adult that I’m going to come in contact with. I’m here, Spawn is here, planted like chess pieces for a reason.
Wow. That was deep. Sorry, folks. Let me reward you with some Richard before I continue.
There. He makes lots of stuff better.
Spawn does not move well. He told me he was packed. He wasn’t. At all. If you thought my car was stuffed when I made my initial foray down here, it was nothing compared to the car yesterday. And we are going back on MLK Day to get another load. Chances are very good that I will just break down and rent a small truck. SMALL truck. Dad said he’d drive it and he and mom will make an adventure of it and take the bus back home.
For some odd reason, they think the bus will be romantic or some shit. I’d rather see them take the train. But that’s probably what we’ll do. I have a wood bench and some big things and it will probably just be easier to do that.
We experienced incredibly WARM weather for Christmas. 70’s. It was warmer here on the coast, but where I was, which was north of where I live, was in the 70’s.
Of course yesterday, as I packed and loaded angry cats and drove, it frickin’ poured the rain. Yes, it was in the 70’s when I arrived before 8 PM, but it was still frickin’ pouring the rain.
Shit. I need more Richard.
Only one other person I know that looks this good in a mullet and that’s my baby brother.
Either way, mozzying along… (that’s Southern-fried for moving along)
The movie thing. I left my list and answer and clips here at the house, so now that I’m back…
Day 5 – A movie that reminds you of someone.
People! ALL of Richard’s movies remind me of…. RICHARD!!!!
Face it, the man is majestic!
I so love a burly man.
Lastly, we come to the year end of Zee Reads. I completed my way huge challenge and I read MORE than 50 books. I want to say I reached the 70’s. I just counted. 70. I read 70 books this year. Not to shabby considering I was doing the job hunt thing and the moving thing and the knitting thing. That’s a lot of books.
and by ‘we’ I mean all of us. Spawn. Girly Girl and Lord Thunderbutt. Neither one of the furries are speaking to me – not after being confined to carriers for 8 hours. I have serious scratch marks on my wrist from Miss Prissy Puss refusing to go in the carrier. I’ve been hissed at more today than ever combined. At least now she is exploring her new abode. Lord Thunderbutt has found a comfy tight spot behind the hot water heater and I hope ISN”T stuck back there.
We will be spending the day in Spawn’s room tomorrow, hanging curtains and pictures and putting clothes away. He’s actually excited. We’ll see how excited he is tomorrow when it’s time to get down to the nitty gritty.
I am going to bed with a book. I have completed my Challenge and am now happily rereading the first few installments of my favorite books.
Yes. Those. Grace, Serena, and Avery are lucky ladies. So is Penny. Her Dom is my absolute fav. Tall, dark haired, blue eyed and very very British.
hmmmm mmmmmmmmmm. I’d love to be in her shoes… or over his lap, butt up.
Lexi has written 2 other series. I have them and I’m going to get them together in order and read them.
While I will challenge myself next year, I won’t do THIS challenge for a long time. I have series I want to finish. Other books I want to read that I laid aside for this.
But right now, I’m getting the kindle and laying out on the couch. Maybe Lord Thunderbutt will join me like he used to. Then again, it might take a few weeks before he trusts me enough.
YESYESYESYESYE.,,,, noooooo…. no no no no no no no no no no no
still ugly sobbing
This concludes every sound I uttered while watching Star Wars VII.
So this package arrived today, that according to the sender and the priority tape, was supposed to arrive a week ago yesterday Friday, but hey better late than never…
and the package was beat to hell and back…
(I could say something about government run entities, but I won’t, not here…)
but there were still lovely INTACT things inside….
Nope. Just kidding. Had this package been HIM, there would have been an earthquake and tsunami felt around the world. And you would not hear from me or him for a year!!!! At least! To start!!!!
He’s a happy camper. We’re going to be eating good!!!!
Someone not only knows what my favorite color is, they also know what my favorite gem is. (No, it is not ruby or onyx or sapphire…)
Ignore my fat ass and goofy smile. For those who can’t SEE what it is…
Tadah!!!! (It says Battle of the Five Armies, extended with 9 hours of extras!) I’m planning on a marathon of 6 extendeds when we get home!!! I might be quiet for some days and no unpacking will be done!)
Of course, I’m thanking the one who sent it. They know who they are.
This was Christmas…
And that was WITH me doubling my glimiperide Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Meh
And He –
was NOT under my tree. Or next to it or near it.
I finished my niece’s wrist warmers which she loved. My sister then tells me the pair I made her last year are way too big and can I make her a pair in black in the same yarn and size I made my niece’s in, as they fit perfectly.
I will be making wrist warmers for the rest of my life. I would like to attempt SOCKS and GLOVES this year…
I didn’t finish my brother’s beanie. I ran out of yarn and I don’t have double endeds in 5’s. I have 2,3, and 8’s… so later today, I’m off to the store for 5 double endeds, and more black yarn. Maybe 3’s will do.
Spawn got sweaters for Christmas and electronic gadgets. I got a movie gift certificate…we are going to see Star Wars this weekend. The 1950’s -aged theater in the little hamlet above us is showing it – or was when I left. If they are still showing it when we return next week, we’ll go see it there. Check out the nostalgia.
I hope y’all had a wonderful day yesterday, whether you celebrate or not. I think I’m going to turn into a Christmas ham and peanut butter buckeyes.
I want to wish each of you a very, merry Christmas. I am packing up final things and getting ready to clean out and then load up the car, before I head into The Interior. I plan to be on the road in about 2 hours and I will return with Spawn and furbabies and as much of Spawn’s stuff that I can get in the car on Monday. I suspect I’ll be renting a small truck next month to bring back the rest. (Don’t know who will drive it.) You’ll probably see me between now and then, but not to horribly much.
So have a very, merry, happy, wonderful Christmas!
I’d like to find HIM under my tree…
OH Christmas Treeeeeeeeeeeeeee….
You’re going BACK to Goodwill!!!!
Now to find my receipt.
the base is cracked and one of the legs won’t stay in. I’ve tried superglue, glue gun… nope. Not havin’ it. I soooo hoped to have a little bit of Christmas here waiting on Spawn when he officially arrives next Monday, but… it’s not to be. I think I’ll clean up the mess – this tree sheds as much as a real one –
and just put up his Christmas train.
For the record, Family Dollar and Dollar Tree are sold out and Fred’s scrawny nasty things are 40.00, which is more than I have this pay period. I have decided to be gracious and NOT return the dead mouse that came with the tree, although I would happily return the live lizard that popped out of the box, however the poor thing has gone into hiding since I saw him come out of the box and I have no clue where he is. I’m certain Widgette will deal with him once she arrives.
I am keeping the christmas bulbs. (lights)
My work week is over and I have two well deserved weeks off and away! WHOOT!
Of course, the two weeks off will be filled with cleaning and unpacking and laundry – I’ve decided that everything that has been in storage for 5 years MUST be washed. Must be. I leave for my parents’ home – God it feels so good to say that – go to THEIR home, not my home, but their home – on Tuesday to spend the holidays and I return with Spawn and furbabies either the following Monday or Tuesday. That will give us almost a full week to deal with this!
and other things of similar bent!
Damn… I got up this morning and after weeks in the mid-70’s, it’s flipping 35 out – feels like 32!!!! WHAT?
Brrrrrr…. maybe we’ll just clean in the house today.
Day 4 – A movie that makes you feel sad.
Please. Battle of the 5 Armies. Dear Tolkien, all the beings you could have killed in a children’s book – you know, Thranduil, you could have killed him… I wouldn’t have grieved! or Bard…. a nice hero’s death. (I would have grieved a bit)
But you kill NOT only Fili and Kili, you off’d Thorin. Meh. What did the Line of Durin do to you???
Yes. Very sad.
One of my older students hurt my feelings.
Now, I know it’s stupid to let a child hurt your feelings, and never before has a child gotten to me, but this was a nasty, vicious, personal attack and mean-spirited and yeah, it hurt.
(He made a derogatory comment about the size of that which I sit on and what I didn’t need to eat because of it.)
However, on the flip side this morning, I have my most spirited kinders and one little boy is especially rambunctious. Now don’t get me wrong, he’s cute as a button, and really a good kid, his energy level is something to admired… on a playground!
Either way, he comes in and says – I’m going to be REALLY good today because I want to be your Student of the Day!
I’m good with that and I figure he’ll last maybe 10 minutes. Maybe. We’re singing Christmas Carols today and I’ve got out my class set of jingle bells, so it’s noisy down my way and kids aren’t containing themselves very well!
But he REALLY was good. He was The Awesome! I was so proud, so at the end of class, I tell him – Dude, you are my Star Student! And I grab my Star Student Pumpkin (which is full of funky pencils and neon erasers and gel grips) and he shakes his head.
Nope! I wanna kiss!
And he puckers up!
He got a pencil anyway – and yes, I kissed him on the forehead. He was good with that.
Sometimes, I wonder about my choice in professions, you know? And then something like this happens and I know I did the right thing.