SUNDAY NIGHT BLUES

Well, here I am already dreading work tomorrow.
Yesterday, we went out to dinner and rented some movies. We were going to go to the movies but couldn't see anything we thought was worth paying $8.50 each to see. Popcorn is 5.95 and drinks (small) are 2.75.

I saw an article in the Distorter (our local paper) from AP that talked about how movie attendance, live plays attendance and other types of entertainment are down an average of 20%. Duh! Movie stars get $20 million per picture, pictures have become more expensive to make and movie theatres have become very lush. This all gets passed down to the consumer.

Why hasn't someone figured out that many families can't afford to take their children to the movies? If you went once a week with three kids and bought popcorn and candy, you have spent your car payment. Is this so hard to figure out? They also mentioned baseball stadiums. Ditto!

Does any normal hardworking person think that someone else should earn forty of fifty million a year? I read Jennifer Lopez has solid gold fixtures in her bathroom and someone comes to do her hair and nails each day. Kids are starving all over the world while someone gets to poop on solid gold.
I don't mean to pick on her but wouldn't maybe $2million a year be enough for these people to live on?

I think the ordinary people in America should go on strike. We should not go to the movies, stadiums, rent movies or turn on our televisions for a month? Do you think anyone would notice?

It sure seems to me that everything is nuts when these things get to be the norm in America.

FRIDAY

Well, it's finally the last work day of the week. I can remember when that was really exciting. Now all it means is that maybe Hubby and I can get rested enough to do it again next week. Getting older absolutely, positively, SUCKS THE BIG ONE!

I think the big whoop for this weekend is finishing the walnuts. Of course, this means picking them up only. We still have the cracking, shelling, washing and microwaving to do so they'll be all nice and pretty to send for Christmas.

When we moved to our house, it had two walnut trees. Almost every year when they came to shake the tree, it would be the first weekend of bowhunting season and Hubby would be gone. Of course he didn't mind picking them up. I usually did it!

Then the neighbor across the road told Hubby that his trees produced enough to pay his property taxes and my husband planted eight more trees. Luckily, they are not all in production yet. We don't have enough to sell but we do have enough to make evening work for a couple of months. Oh, the fun!

Christmas is just around the corner. My younger daughter in the Northern part of State is great about making her kids do their lists early. My older daughter's boys procrastinate. The list comes about the second week of December and they have changed their mind by Christmas. I have returned gifts on the day before Christmas Eve. This year I am slightly handicapped. My girl up north says she doesn't mind shopping for her family which would be wonderful. I know the kid down here will be horribly stressed if I ask her to do that. It seems I spend most of my life on a guilt trip.

I don't know what's with the italics. It just happens. I'm sure I press some button that I don't know I'm pressing. What a dolt!

Well, the boss just interrupted and asked me to do something for him. How rude!

Just kidding! He's a sweetheart. Talk to you later.

2nd try

Well, I posted once and the darn thing didn't work. I also couldn't leave a comment on Ol Hoss today.

Well, the visit with the kids seemed so short, but it was great to see them. The little one is no trouble at all. He ran from room to room closing doors, turning on lights and fans. For him that was big entertainment. For us, it was no sweat.

We did the birthday party. My granddaughter J who is fifteen, gave me a hand with games while the daughters were picking up pizza and birthday cake. Do you know they don't play London Bridge or Farmer in the Dell anymore? That makes me feel ancient! I happened to have some $1.00 is my purse so we used those for prizes. I was a big hit with the kids.

We stayed about three hours which seemed like quite a long time. It was warm in the sun and fly ridden in the shade so I was more than ready to come home.

Yesterday, I decided to give the old leg a whole day of rest. It's been months since I've stayed completely off it. I only got up to haul more grub and drinks into the bedroom. I didn't have time to tidy up this morning and guess what? The spray guy called and had me meet him at the house. While he was spraying the outbuildings, I hobbled as quick as I could to tidy up a little.
I am 56 years old! I should know by now that anytime you don't clean your house, you are guaranteed to have company. If you are lonely and want someone to drop by, just make sure the house is a holy mess and someone will come.

Well, everyone have a great Monday.

WEEKEND WITH THE KIDS

As usual, time with my youngest daughter and her kids was not enough. I'm just really grateful to get to see them. I haven't been able to travel for awhile.

I did get some decent visiting with all of them except S who is 2 1/2. He never stopped running for the whole visit. He's no trouble because he doesn't get into stuff but he has a fascination with doors, lights and any kind of button. He ran (literally) from room to room closing the doors and turning on the lights and fans. For him, this was entertainment! I haven't figured out why we waste money on toys.

On Saturday morning, we all trooped over to have a birthday party for one of the grandsons in the next town. He was six and had requested a bounce house. My girls went to pick up pizzas and the cake, my son-in-law was dispensed to go get some batteries and so my oldest granddaughter (15) and I were in charge for awhile.

Some of the kids were interested in playing games so my granddaughter did Simon Says, Limbo and Musical Chairs. I then suggested London Bridge (which nobody heard of). J had to do the singing for Musical Chairs so I had to croak out London Bridge myself. The kids didn't seem to notice. I also suggested Farmer-in-the Dell which is also obsolete apparently. Luckily, the girls came back with the pizza and cake just about then.

I had about 10 ones in my wallet so I had used those for prizes. I think most of the kids liked the dollars better than prizes. I got to tell you, I've never seen my grandkids that impressed with one single dollar!

I know that London Bridge is one of those songs that was supposed to have some deep, dark, political meaning in the days of intrigue at court and public beheadings. I think that might be fun to study sometime. The queens had to bear their children with witnesses in the room and were required to make no noise. Nice, huh? The rest of their lives were dependent upon the good will of their husbands and countrymen. So much for the good old days.

Well, this is short and sweet. Have a nice Monday everyone.

COMMENTS

To the person who left me comments on October 18th. I won't say your name but you know who you are. I followed your link and saw the picture. Please don't comment on my blog again. I hope that your blog is just a joke and not your real life. Please accept my deepest sympathy if it is not a joke.

HALLOWEEN

One of the girls brought candy corn today. Thank god I can't stand the stuff. I've already had so much chocolate that I refuse to get on the scales.

There's a reason why I can't stand it. It was my Mom's favorite and if there was any candy in the house, candy corn was it. As poor as we were, the fact that us kids didn't care for it was probably a big plus for Mom. I did read the ingredients off the package this morning:
sugar, corn syrup, salt, confectioner's glaze, cocoa (some), honey, cotton seed/and or soybean oil, plus lots of colors and preservatives. That comes to sugar, sugar, sugar, sugar, salt, fat and cancerous causing agents! Yum! Yum!

Not that chocolate is any better for us. It's about the same thing except it has a whole lot more fat.

I don't think that the candy, sweet tooth problem is even just confined to the U.S. Good
chocolate comes from Belgium. Truffles originated in Britain. The key is moderation which somehow does not seem to be in my make up.

There are so many occasions to buy chocolate! Valentines, Easter, Birthdays, Halloween and Christmas. My favorite chocolates (and my husband's) are the ones that are marked on the lid of the box. We both loathe cocoanut and those fruity jelly crappers. Having the marks keeps us from having to bite into those nasty things.

This is the time of year when we start telling ourselves that it's okay to keep porking all the crap down that we want because it's useless to try to diet through the holidays. Oh, the lies we tell ourselves to keep on doing things we want to do.

APOLOGY

I'm sorry I haven't blogged this week. Working full time, doing physical therapy and trying to get back into helping with some of the household chores are leaving me exhausted and barely able to move at night.

On a brighter note, I am getting stronger and my youngest daughter and Grandkids are coming down this weekend. These grandkids are J who is fifteen, A who is six and S who is only two.
J was one of those infants and kids who are just easy. A is a little stubborn says her Mom (they are all perfect to me.) but I swear she started talking at six months and has never shut up since. She has always used big words and understood them! You do have to tune her out just a little after awhile. She's a good kid, though. S never, ever slows down. He is very smart but his pace is just short of the Indy 500 cars. His home is pretty much childproof, but when he visits me, we put on cupboard locks and child gates because he is fast!

Saturday, we all are going to my older daughter's youngest son's Birthday party. She has two kids. Z who is 12, and N who is 6 (the honoree). There will be a jump house, bean bag toss and a myriad of other crap that kids love. I will enjoy being there but I am almost tired thinking about it.

Just the same, what could be better than family. Those of you who still have kids at home, will not believe how times goes by so much quicker as you get older. You've heard it before-Enjoy them while you can.

Anyway, I should have some good blogger fodder by Sunday.

UPDATE OF BUDDY

Three years ago, we inherited our daughter's familys Australian Shephard. He is a wonderful dog and almost seems human. I must admit, we have really spoiled him.

Last year he had prostate trouble and we had to have him neutered at 10 years old. He actually had papers and the kids had thought about breeding him which is why he was still unneutered at that age. We felt terrible about having it done.

Last week, he stopped eating. We wormed him-no difference. Finally, on Friday, my husband took him to the vet. We both felt sick because we were sure he had prostate cancer and we would lose him.

Good news! He has cellulitus from some kind of injury to his butt. Bad news! In addition to his antibiotic, someone is supposed to hot pack the injury. Luckily, my broken leg prevents me from helping with this chore!

Poor Old Bud now has a totally bald rearend from the Vet's razor and has the indignity of having to lay there for this kind of treatment. He is horrible about taking medicine so I used a pound of cooked ham and made him his own vegetable stew to entice him to take his pills. He'll probably never eat dog food again.

I generally don't get attached to animals but I have to say that Buddy is really so smart that he is a member of the family. Just like kids, though, he really finds lots of ways to outsmart and outmanuever us.

COUNTRY MUSIC

My daughter wrote today how she hates country music but there are so many kinds that are classified as country nowadays.

My family used to sing all the time, so I am familiar with a lot of really old music. Today's country music is not the same. It is what rock and roll was forty year's ago.

The first music I really loved was the Beatles. The next music I loved and still love most of all is anything by the Eagles. They have made the sweetest, best music of all time for so many years. For me no one else even comes close.

I do still like old country music, though. Anyone remember Wanda Jackson or Kitty Wells? And nobody does the blues better than George Jones. I melt when I hear the Statlers sing "This Bed of Roses". Yes, they all have a whiny quality but that's how country music was. Garth Brooks has a truly wondrous voice and some good songs but it still doesn't sound like real country music.

By the way, Conway Twitty was originally a rock and roll star. I never cared for him a lot. No one could stand to watch his face when he sang. He strained constantly like a constipated, pregnant woman. My Ex used to put his music on a lot (on volume 10, of course, so no one else could sleep). He particularly liked "Linda on my Mind". It was probably the name of his current girl friend. I used to love it when he went for sleep-overs and I didn't have to bother with his crap.

I love Willis Nelson's music (not his voice) and Waylon Jennings was really great. Johnny Cash and Christopherson could/cannot sing but Chris writes great music. By the way who calls their kid Chris Christopherson? It sounds like Larry Larry.

Night All

BODILY FUNCTIONS

My daughter is worried about mentioning kid's bodily functions on her blog.

Last night we had our six year old's birthday party at a local restaurant. My husband and I
were the last ones out. A little boy at another table remarked to us that he was three. His
Mom and Dad just beamed because we stopped and made a big deal over him. Next he said that he now is required to go "poop on the pot". His parents were mortified until they realized that we thought that this was cute, normal conversation for a three year old. We gave the kid cudos on his accomplishment.

As we left, we were chuckling and the parents were once again beaming!

"OLD DAYS"

My younger daughter and her children are coming down to spend the weekend of October 22nd. I am really jazzed but we sure never seem to have enough time. We will be celebrating my Grandson's "N" 6th birthday. I think that 6, 13, 16 and 21 are all very important birthdays. I don't know why I think that. It's just that those birthdays seem to make a remarkable change in young people.

My dream has been just one time to get all the grandchildren up to our mountain place for a week. I would like to teach them to churn butter, to can and to make soap. I hate to see old traditions die. As you might have guessed, I am a "Mother Earth" subscriber. I know I am an old Doomsday person but what if something really happened in this country and we really did have to convert back to the old days? Who would remember? Do people know how to sink a point to dig a well? Do they know how to change the leathers in a hand pump? What would happen if there was no grocery store and money was worthless?

I guess I'm probably just an old fool but sometimes I just can't get this stuff out of my mind.

COUSINS

I think I probably had way more cousins growing up than most people. The ones who were generally around ranged from three years younger than me to eight years older. There were thirteen of us in about five miles.

Summertime meant wienie roasts at Grammie's and Grampy's house on Saturday night. Grampy had built a swing about eight feet long and four feet wide with a roof over it. It swung end to end. We would all load on and boy could we make it go!

Grampy always bought a watermelon if there was one available. It wasn't cut up for us-it just dribbled down our fronts and mixed with the dirt we piled up while playing in the yard. There was no such thing as S'Moas. If we were very fortunate, someone would bring a bag of marshmallows. It was a great time. If you didn't grab a stick and cook your own hot dog, you went hungry-and believe me no one went hungry!

As soon as dinner was over, the adults would go into the house to avoid the mosquitos (and the kids). We would play hide and go seek, tin can alley and tag. Of course, the bigger kids always won but I don't ever remember anybody whining about it.

I guess I'll rephrase that. My cousin, Judy, who I now love dearly, was one of those "tattle tales". I remember my cousin Butch got his butt busted one time cause she fell down when he tagged her. She cried and carried on so that none of the adults believed it when we said it was an accident. Judy's parents were D-I-V-O-R-C-E-D so all us kids were expected to defer to her.
We all liked to roller skate. She didn't! When she was there, we went to the movies on Saturday afternoon instead. I guess none of the adults realized just how much they made us dislike her by insisting her wish was our command.

I think the cousin I was closest to was Tom. I was six months older than him and he lived just up the road. He came down every day in the summer. My brother, Rick, Tom and I would pack fluffernutters and some Kool-Aid and head out to our camp in the woods every day. My grandfather could never hang onto a board or a nail. He never gave us hell for taking them either. Along towards dark we would head on home. Our parents must have loved us cause they never had to bother with us.

When Tom got older he sort of fell into horse trading. He was a born salesman. First he had a pony (that's another story) which he traded for a motorcyle which he traded for an old jalopy. We had some good times on that motorcyle. I've got the burns on my leg to prove it.

Tom used to come down every Saturday night to watch "Weird" with us. It was a show that started at midnight and was hosted by local yocal "Eddie Driscoll". He always tried to dress scary and was the weirdest thing about the show! He would present a horror movie and we would sit there glued to the tv for a couple of hours. The Pod People was the scariest movie ever! Tom never spent the night so we'd take a flashlight out and stand there shining it until we thought he made it home. He would run really fast but it was a half mile to Aunt Hazel's house. He was a brave kid!

You know, we never ran out of fun things to do. We didn't have many toys but we loved to read. The best reward Rick and I could get was a new Trixie Beldon and a new Hardy Boys. Everyone in our family was a reader-Aunts, Uncles, Cousins-Everybody! It was just the thing you did when you had time.

Well, I hope Cousin Judy doesn't read this. By the time we were teenagers, she had turned into a really good person and I love her.

TEENAGERS

My granddaughter thinks I'm prejudiced against teenagers. She must have a different outlook than I did when I was her age. I've talked to several people at work to see how they felt. Most of them felt the same way I did as a teenager. E gave me a good description. He said he felt "Bullet proof". I actually felt that way as an adult until my aging body started letting me down occasionally.

Maybe "J" just has a better head on her shoulders than I did. I hope she doesn't dwell on dying and death. Beyond using due diligence, young people should be mostly carefree. Worrying should be the parents' responsibility.

"J" is a beautiful young woman. She can sing like an angel and she had the lead in a musical at a local playhouse last year. She has a keyboard which she has learned to play very well-mostly by ear and by some tips given to her by a friend who takes piano lessons. She also has a great sense of humor. She has a great sense of style which she must have gotten from her mother because I am not stylish. I am at the "I won't wear it if it isn't comfortable" stage.

Anyway, I apologize to "J".

SPAM

Well, I have added word verification to my blog in hopes of ridding myself of spam. These people comment on the blog but you can see they obviously haven't read it. It's crazy!
One of the commentors wants me to see his sex website. Do you think my blog reflects that I am remotely interested in that kind of crap? One of the commentors is Johnny Canuck. My grandfather was Canadian. I think that is one of the words he pretty much didn't care for.

One of my favorite Uncle-in-laws is French. He and my Aunt divorced after 30 years or so.
He then dated a woman with relatives in L.A. They flew out to see them and Uncle Roland made a point of coming to see me. What did my Aunt say? She said " no matter what happened between Roland and me, he has been your Uncle and loved you all your life". Wouldn't it be nice if all divorces were like that?

Work is going badly this morning. One of the girls has a daughter in high school who lost a friend Friday night. She died sniffing air freshener. Everyone has been warned about the computer cleaning spray and the kids that have died sniffing it-but air freshener? Does it seem reasonable that parents have to keep every kind of cleaning, gluing, spraying, etc., product under lock and key until their children have left home? You know they will just buy their own!

All we can do is parents is try to do our best. We can give warnings and keep our foot up their butt to keep them on the straight and narrow but we can only do so much. Don't we remember as young people how we thought that nothing would ever happen to us? Young people today are no different. They just have access and knowledge to a heck of a lot more things than we did. They are no smarter or no stupider than we were. Unfortunately, friends will be lost along llife's paths. Maybe out of such a tragedy, one good thing might be that someone else's child won't try the same thing.

I'm sure my youngest daughter might have some ideas on this.

MUSIC

My mom reminded me of her favorite part (not) of the trip. My brother loves to sing. All the way home he wanted to sing and wanted me to sing too. My throat was sore and I sounded like hell, but he's my little brother and I love him so sing we did. We went all the way from Old Spinning Wheel in the Parlor, to please Mr. Custer and his all time favorite "Good Bye Miss American Pie". He knows everyone of the fifty verses, I swear. Thirty miles from Home when we dropped off our oldest daughter, Mom changed vehicles. She told my husband she couldn't stand to ride with Homer and Jethro one minute longer. Her ears hurt. Imagine That!

WEDDING CONTINUED

Well, here we are overlooking beautiful Lake Tahoe, twenty-six hours and no sleep later. My Mom and brother thought that it had been the worst storm they had ever seen even in Maine.

My nice little Toyota now looks like dogshit because the chains took off all the paint and is dented all around the wheel wells. It was one of those trips that can only get worse. The wedding was supposed to be in six hours and the kids were still supposed to go to Minden to get the license.

My hubby in the Bronco had the directions to the rental company so we could pick up the keys and find our house. This took about another hour.
We drove on over to the house and the snow was up over the windows-no path, etc.

Now my husband who only lived one year in Maine says lets just all wade inside. They should be along shortly to plow us out and then we'll unload everything. Those of us who spent our lives in Maine, just looked at each other, grabbed an armload, and started wading. The plastic on the wedding dress was frozen to the hatchback window. I still feel so sick that I know my mood is only going to get worse. After everything is in the house, Hubby borrows a shovel from the people next door. By the way, the plow showed up at seven that night.

My brother, the electrician, got the dryer working and the heat streaming. Mom and I made hot coffee and pulled out the homemade donuts. The house was really spacious and comfy so we all calmed down and relaxed. Even my Brother, the comic electrician, had not been up to snuff. He now got back to his funny, funny self.

Basically, everything turned out fine. The road to Minden was shut down so the kids had to pick another chapel and get married the next day. We had to delay the wedding cake but the lady was very cooperative. The son-in-law's family couldn't make it because of the storm but he had friends there and the wedding was videotaped. We had tons of barbecued beef, donuts, cookies and other food because we expected a crowd so we ate very, very well.

My daughter was a beautiful bride. She and Hubby did crash into a huge, glass flower display as he was bringing her around the corner which had everyone laughing hysterically as she walked down the aisle (told you we are all weird). I have beautiful pictures of her and her sister helping each other get ready in the dressing room. Most of all, I had all my family in one spot. We were all warm, fed, healthy and together and life doesn't get any better than that.

There was one final note on the way out of town on the last morning. My son-in-law (gloveless again) realized he had lost his new wedding ring out throwing snowballs. We went back but a ring in a snowbank is like a needle in a haystack. As the marriage only lasted a couple of years, my daughter now says that was a harbinger of things to come. At least the marrage brought my first, wonderful grandchild so who could wish it away?

She remarried a few years later and when she told me, we immediately started planning a local wedding. You are never too old to learn.

THE WEDDINGS OF ALL WEDDINGS

When my youngest daughter was almost 21 and lived with her older sister in another town, she brought her boyfriend down so they could tell Hubby and me that they were getting married in a month.

I was in shock! My baby was too young! I tried to think how to be tactful until I could get her alone and beg her not to get married yet. In desperation I said "I can't possibly put together a wedding that fast!". They immediately upped me with "We will just get married in Lake Tahoe, then." I told them "But February is a terrible time to try to get to Lake Tahoe!" My son-in-law to be piped up with "My family goes skiing up there in the winter and they have never had trouble!"

I eventually lost the battle. I couldn't change my daughter's mind and so I began to plan a long distance wedding. We didn't have a computer then so everything had to be done by telephone.
After ascertaining the name of a chapel in Nevada, I called them, set it up and they very nicely gave me some names of cake makers, liquor stores and reality companies.

We got the two attendants dresses, the wedding dress and paraphenalia. We got the silk flowers and cake top. We forwarded a piece of ribbon and cake top to the decorator and we rented a five room house for everyone for four days.

My Mom and brother flew up from Maine two days before and we made the seven hour round trip to L.A. to pick them up. I thought we'd better make our barbecued beef before we went so I did that. Mom helped me make about twenty dozen donuts and we took bread and sandwich meat to have at the house.

Finally, we are all ready! We have 9 people in two vehicles which doesn't sound too bad until I explain that my vehicle was a little Toyota hatchback. My husband had a Bronco but we still were so crowded with packing all the things we would need for the wedding. We took off about 8:00 a.m. in the morning for a six hour drive. And, by the way, I had caught a flu bad enough that I hardly cared if I lived or died.

I had reminded everyone to make sure they brought winter clothes. When we hit Sacramento and it was pouring cats and dogs, I felt secure knowing that everyone had listened. We had chains for both vehicles although mine had never been on the car before. Well, it started to snow just before we reached Cameron Park. About twenty more minutes up the road, we came to a complete halt. There was already about 1 1/2 feet of snow by that time. It took us about an hour and a half to go two miles to be turned around by the state cops. The highway was closed due to snow.

We went back to Cameron Park where there was one motel. The whole town was out of power!
The motel rented us a room just fine! They gave us 1 candle to use and they had no spare blankets. The men went over to Safeway and got some cold food for everyone to eat (thank God the store had a generator. By this time, it was alread dinnertime and getting very dark.
And by the way, it was very hard to feel sorry for my son-in-law to be who wore sneakers and a light jacket. Luckily, I took a lot of extra gloves so at least his hands were warm.

Hubby had thrown in a sleeping bag (which I told him we wouldn't need-it's one time I'm glad he ignored me). Hubby and I crawled into it on the floor (it was only a single-we were thin then), everyone else shared beds except my poor brother who wound up on the floor covered with wet coats. No electricity meant no heat! I know I was a bear. Nothing was going well and I felt so bad. For that I apoligize to my daughter.

We had a radio with us and after about five hours of laying there in the cold, we heard they opened the road. We packed in a hurry and boogied on out. Before we started, we put the chains on. Gee, mine didn't fit right! The whole rest of the trip, we could hear them tearing up the wheel wells on our car. My brother drove because I was so sick. He only has one eye that works due to a hunting accident when he was sixteen. Finally he said "Sis, I just can't drive anymore (Oh, by the way, the back sear was piled so high he couldn't push the seat back and he is six foot three-He looked pretty funny with his knees under his chin!). I took over at that point and two miles later we pulled into Tahoe. When he realized that I knew we were almost there and I could have driven earlier I think said something like "You bitch". He said it with love, of course, and we had our first really good laugh of the trip.

Well, this is getting really long. Will put the rest on another blog.

BROTHER DAN

My littlest brother, like me before him, was married at a young age. Now, we all know that the younger your are, the harder the path.

One night I was visiting my Mom and she got a phone call from him to please come pick him up. He was leaving his wife and never going back! When she brought him to the house, he had all his belongings packed in two small grocery sacks. When he started to unpack, we all began to realize that he only had underwear and jock straps (he loved to play basketball). By the time all three of us were done heaving with laughter, he was looking sheepish and missing his wife terribly.

The phone call that followed to his wife was groveling if I ever saw it. He didn't even really spend the night. The car pulled up and he ran right out and jumped in. We never did ask what damn fool thing he did to make her so mad.

By the way, they have now been married for over thirty years, have two kids and four grandkids. They are doting, hands-on grandparents.

We went back to visit a couple of years ago and they are supposed to come out this next summer. They still take some pretty good swipes at each other and they are fun to be around. His wife plays straight man. It's like having your very own traveling comedy club. I'm looking forward to it.

Tomorrow or tonight, I will talk about the time he came out for my daughter's wedding.

BLOGGING

Doesn't this seem like a curious thing to do? At first I just wanted to comment on my daughter's site but when I started to read how funny hers was, I wanted to try my hand also. The other blog I really enjoy is OLHOSSTAILSNAKE. There is no better feeling in the world than making people laugh.

I've have also found that by talking about the abusive alcholic that I was married to for twelve years have been cathargic. I didn't want to hurt the kids until finally they told me that the Ex was fair game. Presto! I have a subject.

You know the worst thing about being married to people who blame you for everything is that after awhile you believe them. It takes a very long time after the divorce to get back any sense of self worth. You don't open your mouth because you know you're stupid. You don't smile or try to look good because you know you are fat and homely. At least, I have the advantage of being an adult at the time. I don't think kids ever actually fully recover when they grow to adulthood.

I knew if I stayed with my husband, he would eventually kill me. His violence has escalated to that point. I think all abused women should hear just one message. Get away from the bastard now. The stupid things we tell ourselves are amazing: he only hits me, the kids would miss their father, everyone deserves another chance, etc. They are all only stupid words! There are many more shelters to go to now and get away.

Oh Yeah! I forgot the biggest excuse of all. I am ashamed and I don't want anyone to know. I have news. WHEN I LEFT, EVERYONE ALREADY KNEW. Do we think our friends and family are blind?

Anyway, I didn't mean to get off on a tangent. My next posting will be a corker and very funny.

HOME

Well, I'm back from vacation. I was able to get both girls on the phone yesterday to make sure they were okay. I'm somewhat of a worry wart.

I slept well on vacation except for one night. Last night in my own home was right back to normal. I lay down. I start worrying about work or kids. Last night it was work. It is so frustrating to want to sleep when visions of all the things you have to do and remember for work start churning around in the brain. You'd think, after twenty-four years, that my job would be somewhat by rote but that has never happened.

The day I was leaving for vacation, I finally got my auditor's adjusting entries. I posted them and closed year end. Last year the auditor had four adjusting entries and told the Board that when he was down to none, they should probably find a new auditor (that speaks well of my bookkeeping). This year, he had three pages so I guess we should be fine. All in all, though, considering I worked from home; I am very happy.

Well, time to get back to work.