Oh ... Really?

Category: Home Life

Monday, November 22, 2010

I want your text, baby ... or very serious undertakings

So, two of Rich's daughters are expecting baby girls within a few weeks of each other this coming winter. They decided to have their baby shower together, today, while the out of town sister was here for Thanksgiving. We've been crazy busy with the bathroom renovation and generally getting the house ready for the holidays, and I hadn't had time to shop. So, I went today on my lunch break ... and sent a text to Rich to let him know that I did so.

I'm thinking our communication skills are a bit .... lacking ..
Me: I went shopping on my lunch hour ...

Him: What did you get?

Me: Just a few little things

Him: Like ... ?

Me: VERY little things

Him: Like ... ?

Me: Like ... little pink things

Him: grin

(Can you see where this is going yet?)

Me: Like ... little tiny, soft pink things with bows and flowers and frilly stuff that makes grown women go SQUEEEE!!!

Him: How about grown men???

Me: Well, the ones around here (My team is all men, 'cept me, of course) generally went "Hmmmphf!"

Me: A couple rolled their eyes

Him: ????

(At this point, I knew we definitely had a failure to communicate ... )

Me:

(A number of minutes go by ... )

Me: What the heck were you thinking???

Him: Lacy frilly undertakings!

Him: Underthings!

Him: I hate predictive text

Me: (After picking myself up off the floor, wiping the tears from my eyes and catching my breath ... ) Well, either one works ...



Posted by LissaKay on 11/22/10 at 04:39 PM in ~ Home Life ~ Humor
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Help me decorate my room!

Yes I have been sadly negligent in the upkeep of my site. So sue me. I've been busy taking care of aging parents, young adult children, a demanding but satisfying career, and a new husband ... not necessarily in that order. When not busy with all that, I have been gardening, redecorating, knitting and soon will be sewing on my new sewing machine.

One of my projects that is taking up a good bit of my time and energy is a room that I am redecorating. This is to be my own little space - for reading, meditating and prayer, Bible study, hobbies and whatever else I wish to do in solitude, peace and quiet. The lone window looks out across a lush, green yard with the Smoky Mountains in the distance. Three walls will be white, the fourth will be a dark lavender. Shelves and trim will be a leaf green. These colors are in the border wallpaper I will put up, which also has some pink and silver gray. The style of decor will be eclectic, a reflection of my personality and interests - some modern tech/geek, a little shabby chic, with a hint of garden and a lot of artsy craftsy. It will have my books and knick-knacks on Hungarian Shelves. These will be painted green and installed on the wall painted dark lavender. I will have my computer desk and a sewing/hobby table in there, and a futon or day-bed. I plan to have lots of quilts, knitted throws, and pillows. Very cozy and comforting.

I am trying to decide what to do with the door I will be installing. It is a 6-panel molded door that must be painted. The side facing the hall will be white, but I am wanting to do something creative and quirky with the inside ... using the lavender and green paint. I was thinking of painting the main part lavender, and the molded panel frames green. But I am still undecided. I am open to suggestions!

Posted by LissaKay on 07/29/09 at 12:14 AM in ~ Happy Crap ~ Home Life
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Sunday, March 23, 2008

I Survived Another Rite of Passage

I have joined legions of parents that have gone before me - and survived to tell about it - as they helped their offspring take their first halting steps towards independence. Today, I taught my child how to drive a car. big surprise

The nervous tic under my left eye has slowed to less than once a minute now. My pulse and blood pressure are back down to near normal ranges, and I have stopped reverting to the nervous passenger posture ... hands in a death grip on the seat and door handle, with the body rigidly pressing back against the seat while the right foot stomps on the floor. I do still have occasional shock waves of nervous anxiety sweep over me ... PTSD? My dinner may eventually digest ... barbecue probably wasn't the best choice for a nervous tummy.

Bubba Dude has finally gotten his learner's permit and is learning to drive. My other two kids learned from their father, so this is my first adventure in driving lessons. We delayed his driving mostly because of his issues with bipolar disorder. And even then, my budget would not have allowed for insurance for a teenage boy back then. Or now, even. But he is old enough now that my insurance company will allow me to exclude him from my policy and he can get his own ... when he gets a job, and a car. My folks are going to help him out there too, with the same deal they made with Ms Thang, lending him the money and being paid back over time.

He did really well for it being his first time. He did have a tendency to go a little faster than he should, but that it partly due to my car ... it likes to go a bit faster than you intend. He still needs experience and practice in judging how to turn corners and come to a stop at a particular spot. He also drifts to the right a lot. At one point, he nearly wiped out a mailbox on a narrow road. Whenever I mentioned that he was going a bit too fast, he would over-compensate and then go too slow. We annoyed several people in West Knoxville today that got stuck behind us. Maybe scared a couple too. Oh well.

But I dread the notion that he will need many more driving lessons before he will be ready to be fully licensed. I wonder if this is reason enough for a prescription for a good sedative?

Thank God in Heaven I don't have anymore kids!

Posted by LissaKay on 03/23/08 at 02:01 AM in ~ Home Life
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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

The Wee Hours

You'd think that, having severe insomnia, I would be getting all kinds of things done, goals accomplished, work completed, studies studied ... but noooo! All I have been able to do in this going-on two month sleep drought is refine my already excellent skills in procrastination.

So, what do I do with all this time? I stare at a lot of blogs, but not much registers ... eh? what's that you say? I watch cooking shows, but when I want to cook, I can't remember any recipes that I saw. I try to study ... although, last week that was off the table, as it was spring break, but I am back on that again. I read one whole page in my American Government text before my little mind wandered away. I reeled it back in in time to go pick up Ms Thang from work. Then I had errands to run. Then dinner to cook, house to clean, laundry to do. Holy crap how'd it get to be 3 am?

Time is doing strange things in my mind in this world of sleeplessness. It either drags on and on, or whizzes right by. A quick stop at the drugstore to pick up a single item takes over an hour. I go to the grocery, and I feel like I have spent half the day there, but when I get to the check-out, only 30 minutes has gone by.

I went to a nearby yarn store today. The owner must think I am on drugs or something. I couldn't hold a thought long enough to complete a sentence. But I did score a couple of balls of really nice laceweight yarn! This stuff is almost as fine as spider silk! It looks like a harsh look would break it. It will make good practice for a major project I am planning ... a lace bride's shawl. I have less than 4 months to complete it. First I have to find a pattern, then find the yarn to do it in. Then find the time to do it ... without losing focus! (Ha!) But that has to wait until the bride's dress is chosen, which could possibly happen next Saturday, after the bride's luncheon. Lord willing. Then I can find the right color yarn for the shawl.

I'm tired of school. I have definitely lost my motivation and enthusiasm there, and I have no idea what I am doing anymore. I have decided that Comp Sci ain't where it's at for me. Problem is, I don't know what is. I would go into the Tennessee RODP web developer program, but it's an Associate's level degree and I have no more Pell grant left at that level. Whatever I do, it has to be at the Bachelor's level, and then, I only have 120 hours left. I wonder if I can still get federal loans for lower division classes. I'll have to check into that. But by next fall, I may be living in a box under a bridge ... and owe a crap load of money for student loans!

I am seriously griping at the Knoxville job market. It sucks right now, and I need employment desperately. For a while I was able to find several jobs each week to apply to. Lately, there has been nothing ... other than low wage, entry level crap in food service or retail. I also have the feeling that the manager at my last workplace is giving out bad references, which is totally against policy, and is patently untrue. Her issues with me were purely on a personal level. I am thinking that maybe I should go ahead and contact an attorney. That manager's behavior towards me was reprehensible, and quite possibly illegal. I am still giving that some thought.

Ms Thang celebrated her 18th birthday last week. I no longer have any children ... they are all adults. That's a weird thing to wrap your head around ... I've been a mommy for 23 and a half years, almost my entire adult lifetime. Of course, as we all know, children continue to rely on their parents for support and guidance for a good long while after they attain adulthood. I still call my mom for advice quite often. However, we manage to be able to discuss things without the histrionics that seem inherent in almost any discussion with a teenage girl ... Oy! She isn't sure of what she wants to do. The idea of college causes great distress and anxiety ... the legacy of the damage her father caused, which resulted in severe school phobia, continues to plague her. She remains convinced that she will fail if she tries, and as long as she thinks thusly, it will be so.

I try and try to impress on my children that it is the choices we make that we end up where we do. Once we get there, we cannot go back and undo those choices. We can only go forward ... we can either sit there and cry about it, or get up and dust ourselves off and try to learn and make better choices in the future. Of course, though, that conversation always devolves into more tears and accusations that I am disappointed in her. Whatever. I'm dealing with enough of my own shit, thank you very much, girlie.

Bubba Dude finally obtained his learner's permit and the thought of him behind the wheel of a car still scares me to death. But we have to get him mobile, so he can find work, and hopefully get out on his own. He's been grumping and snarling a lot lately ... again, it's that choice thing. He wants to look like a street thug, with a face full of piercings, oversized clothes to include a butt showing above the waistband of his britches, and t-shirts proclaiming the joys of sex, drugs and rock and roll. Add to this an attitude blacker than pitch, with him smelling of whatever he's been smoking recently ... and he just cannot understand why no one will hire him! Choices, baby ... it's all about the choices!

And the choice I make now is to end this stream of semi-consciousness and go lay in the bed and stare at the ceiling for a while.


Posted by LissaKay on 03/12/08 at 03:25 AM in ~ Home Life
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Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Still kickin’

Yes, I am still alive, and well ... and not in jail. Life has a way of forcing one to prioritize one's activities, and in my life, blogging drops quickly to the bottom of the list. It's enough of a challenge to allocate my time and energy between my children, my parents, work and school ... and then still have something left over for the things I want to do.

I have dropped two of my four classes in an effort to retain what is left of my sanity, and I am reassessing my choice of major. I still do not really know what I want to be when I grow up. What I am doing now is definitely not it ... not anymore, since things changed so much for the worse at work. The morale level there is subterranean, and getting worse by the day. No one gives a damn anymore.

We are slowly getting settled into our new home. The kids are happier here, but have other sources of angst ... such is the life of adolescents. But we do have a rather menacing concern ... a hostile neighbor that has now attacked us twice. It is getting serious and I may have to take drastic steps to remedy the situation, especially since the sheriff's department does not seem at all interested in even taking a report. I wish I still had friends in low places ... they would come in quite handy right about now. I am also seriously giving consideration to exercising my 2nd amendment rights ...

But not all is doom and gloom. I have found a source of happiness that I had thought I would never experience, and I thank God many times every day for bringing him into my life. Suddenly, my future does not seem so frightening and empty ... and that's a pretty awesome feeling. Me likes.


Posted by LissaKay on 09/05/07 at 11:09 PM in ~ Home Life ~ Matters of the Heart ~ Midlife College Adventures
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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Goofing off

Procrastination is the name of the game ... I fiddled around yesterday until way late, then I still had to go clean the house in Oak Ridge. I was there until almost midnight. Today, much the same. I sit here fooling around, not getting anything done. First on my list of things to do is get my nails done! OK! We can motivate on that!

But first, I am going to steal 3 minutes of your life ...



Aren't you glad I find this stuff for you???

Oh ... and Comcast didn't quite make the grade. It looked like all was good yesterday, but when I got home last night, we had no internet. I called ... got a load of excuses - modem not registered, account not provisioned, modem needs to be reset, wrong billing account, wrong outlet turned on ... yeah, yeah WTF-ever! Just get the dang thing turned on!



Posted by LissaKay on 08/14/07 at 10:33 AM in ~ Home Life
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Monday, August 13, 2007

Back Online!

We're here! All the moving is done, Comcast has been here and installed our stuff ... it's all good. Now it's time to get it all put away and settled in.

A big, HUGE, OMG you're the best, love, hugs and kisses go to my wonderful helpers ... Rich, Mark, Doug and Cathy. The weather was killer hot and it was miserable, but we got it done! My children provided plenty of sturm und drang to make it ... interesting. The cats are getting settled in, and I actually have progressed to the point where I have a path that I can navigate through the house.

And I am OUT of Oak Ridge!

More later ... must go get food, groceries, a new computer desk for Ms Thang, and what must be the 50 millionth trip to Walmart over the last three days ... then the unpacking.


(Note to Shithead and PsychoBitch: Up yours. We are gone. My children and I are no longer fodder for your psychodramas. You are nothing to us. My children will heal from the years of mental and emotional abuse, and then it will be as if you never existed. You can find someone else to play your games with now.)


Posted by LissaKay on 08/13/07 at 12:14 PM in ~ Home Life
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Sunday, April 08, 2007

Post-holiday blah

I have a love/hate relationship with holidays ... I love holidays ... the planning, the decorating, the cooking, the anticipation of being with family and friends, taking time to focus on what the holiday is really about, whether it be Easter or Independence Day. But having both busy teenagers and aging parents and zero social skills can make for miserable holidays. I think from now on, I will just ignore them. Just another day, and all that.

imageI started out with good intentions. I had a ham and the fixin's to go with. I was going to feed my parents and kids. But my son got a job, and worked today until 7:30, then he went off with his girlfriend. My daughter was off with her friends. Then my parents weren't feeling up to it, due to their various aches and ills. So, I made my little dinner anyway. I ate by myself while studying for my World Lit class (Flaubert's "A Simple Heart" and Tolstoy's "The Death of Ivan Ilyich" - how apropos!). As I did, I also reflected on what the hell has happened to me in recent years ... how I went from being a social butterfly with a killer busy social calendar, to a near complete hermit.

I dropped out of nearly everything to take care of my son when he was so terribly ill. The stress of it made for a decided lack of interest in being around other people very much. "How are your kids doing?" becomes the question of doom. I avoided people in order to avoid facing it. But over the last few months, I have made an attempt to revive some sort of social life. Unfortunately, it has been a complete and utter failure. I am not exactly sure what I am doing that is so offensive or inappropriate, all I know is I hear of gatherings, parties, luncheons and the like after the fact. It's like I don't exist or I'm invisible.

Yeah ... I'm feeling sorry for myself and all that good stuff. So sue me. Chalk it up to post-holiday let-down. I'll get over it and get back to being my usual obnoxious self in no time!

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*image courtesy ICHC lolcats

Posted by LissaKay on 04/08/07 at 11:58 PM in ~ Home Life
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Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Hump Day!

A little of this, a little of that ...

And if you have previously registered here, make sure you are signed in. If you aren't registered here, please do so ... there may be extra goodies here and there.

Did you know that straight hair can become curly? I didn't ... but my hair, once renowned for its absolute straightness, is now wavy. And not just a little. The girl that cut it Saturday was amazed. Heck, I'm amazed ... and quite pleased too. I have always wished for hair that did more than just hang there.

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How about this weather, eh? Monday it was in the 80s. Yesterday was almost as warm and then those storms kept me awake most of the night. Now there's a freeze warning for tonight. Go figure. But I still love spring!

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Three day weekend coming up! Wheee! Must come up with a plan ...

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Finally got my tax return done. Actually, I had it done a month ago, but I had to wait for a consultant to do some research for me. Muah ha ha! *Some*one needs to bend over and grab his ankles cause it'sa comin' from the IRS. Heh. Or file a 1040-X ... quick like. I'm just sayin' ...

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The Plumbing Gods are messing with my head. Seriously. The kitchen sink drain stopped up completely over the weekend. I plungered the dadgummed thing until I thought my arms would fall off. I bailed and bailed water, used three bottles of drain cleaner ... and nothing. The pile of dirty dishes was threatening to take over the house (I don't have an automatic dishwasher either!) The washer drain was getting so bad I was seriously considering taking my laundry to the laundromat. Showers had to be less than 5 minutes in duration, or they could also be tub baths. I was about to give up and call a plumber to come take my last dollar ... er, fix the drains, I mean ... and they all of the sudden started working again! Perfectly! Someone 'splain that one to me ...

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Almost quittin' time ... and dang if it isn't a purty day out there!

Posted by LissaKay on 04/04/07 at 04:49 PM in ~ Home Life
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Monday, January 22, 2007

Is it possible to rent a husband?

Apparently, I have angered the Plumbing Gods somehow ...


OK, so my house is rather old ... and was meant to be temporary housing during World War II for workers in Oak Ridge working on the Manhattan Project. But most things have been updated and should be relatively modern. Should be ...

First, my kitchen sink ... it's a single sink and the drain is slow. There was a fork/spoon thing stuck down there, and junk got hung up and the drain would back up. Thinking I was all smart and stuff, I got a big ole wrench and took it apart to clear the drain. Yeah ... real bright. The pipe was all rusted around the threads and I was barely able to get it back together ... it tried to be all leaky and stuff, but I threatened it with that big ole wrench and it quit leaking.

Next, the washing machine ... the drain tube thingy that comes out of the back goes into a pipe that sticks out of the floor behind the washer. Even though the pipe is 2 inches wide, it cannot handle the water coming out of the washer, and it flows over all over the floor. To prevent this, I have to babysit the washer, stopping it when the pipe fills up, then letting it drain, restarting it, pipe fills up, stop the machine, drain ... lather, rinse, repeat.

Then, this morning, the toilet ... the handle thingy connects to a lever on the inside of the tank, and that pulls the chain that lifts the stopper that lets the water through to flush the commode. Only, the lever thingy is rusted and the chain doesn't have anything to hook onto. To flush the potty, one must reach into the tank, find the chain and pull. Then the release has to be just so, so that it seals and water doesn't keep flowing through.

*sigh*

It's lunchtime now ... and I am on my way over to Home Depot to try to explain the above and see if I can fix any of this ...

Maybe I can rent a husband at Home Depot?


Posted by LissaKay on 01/22/07 at 12:00 PM in ~ Home Life
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