I haven’t been around much, I know. I started the year with the hopes of blogging more often. Since we quit the paper and we didn’t have MIL to look after anymore, I thought I’d have lots of free time. We do have lots of free time. We are spending lots of time together. I’m finally able to do all the things I dreamed of doing when my life was way too busy. I watch TV. I’m working on my cross stitch. I’m working on my knitting. It’s as wonderful as I imagined it to be.
But – and you knew there was going to be a but – there are still lots of things going on . . .
Hubby and I are still dealing with MIL’s estate. It only took us three months, but we finally got Hubby named executor of the estate and got the necessary paperwork filed with the probate court. Seems the hold up was getting the siblings to return the necessary paperwork to the attorney. I’ll be fair. It wasn’t ALL the siblings. Just ONE sibling. Surprisingly it was the sibling that we thought would be first in line to get the money she’s owed from the estate. The SIL that hadn’t been in touch with the family for over 30 years responded promptly. The BIL that saw MIL a couple of times a year responded promptly. The SIL that is here in town and claimed to spend more time with MIL than we did was the last to respond. She’s getting money from the estate and we thought for sure that she’d be first in line to get the paperwork filed. No response from the letters the attorney sent. No response from daily phone calls from Hubby and me. Not a peep. Luckily we can use lack of a response as a response and got the paperwork filed. We’re making progress but we still have the house to sell. The housing market here in Smalltown isn’t the greatest and there’s no movement on that front at all. We just have to wait and see and hope it sells soon. It’s a little stressful trying to support two households with one income.
Jr. and Princess (and the grandkids) seem to have disappeared off the face of the earth. Jr. apologized to Hubby for his outburst but Jr. still has a lot of resentment towards Hubby that I don’t understand. Instead of Jr. working it out with Hubby, he tells me about it and wants me to be the go-between with Hubby. I told Jr. that I did that when the kids were younger but Jr.’s 37 years old now and he needs to deal with this himself. I told Jr. that I can’t fix the problems and that if Jr. can’t resolve the problem with Hubby on his own, then maybe he should stay away for a while. I’m guessing that he took me at my word.
Princess took over the paper route and that lasted about two weeks. Her phone isn’t working anymore and she’s moved out of her apartment. We have no idea where she is what’s going on with her. I’m sure she’ll surface when she needs something (read "money"). Until then, we just have to pray that she’s not in any trouble. Hubby even called The Ex to see if she had heard from Princess. (That’s a MONUMENTAL event since they haven’t spoken in almost 5 years!). Strange thing is that The Ex hasn’t heard from Princess or Jr. either.
Remember my girlfriend Chessie and her High School Sweetheart drama? He crawled out of the woodwork back in September and she thought it was the answer to her prayers that he’d come back into her life? And she’s already married to somebody else? She went to see High School Sweetheart at Thanksgiving and she thought it was the beginning of her Happily Ever After. The had plans for her to go back at Christmas and be there permanently. At least that’s what she thought. She had plans to move hundreds of miles away to be with him. Lined up job interviews. Made arrangements for her Mom to take custody of Youngest Daughter (Chessie’s husband isn’t the girl’s father). Planned to quit her job here in Ohio and start all over beside Her One True Love. Well, the reality of the situation was that High School Sweetheart enjoyed her company for Thanksgiving week, but he had no intentions of making it permanent. He even told her not to come back at Christmas. But she didn’t hear that and she went anyway. Showed up on his doorstep two days before Christmas – unannounced and unexpected. He was happy to see her but he already had other plans for Christmas and sent her back home to Ohio on Christmas Eve. She was devastated. Depressed. "Why can’t I be happy?" "Why can’t he love me back?" "How do I fix this?" Even though I’ve known her for over 30 years, for the last 20 or so it was a pretty casual friendship. Christmas cards once a year. See each other at school functions a couple of times a year. Very limited contact. But once all this drama started, I got daily updates. She has been my friend for 30 years so I couldn’t just turn my back on her. Daily drama with everything being focused on her, her, her. Okay, well, I’ll help her because it’s taking my mind off my problems for a while. That’s what friends do. Got her through the worst of it. Life seems to be settling down for her a bit and it’s back to the very casual friendship. Not a peep out of her in a couple of weeks. Was it something I said? Is it my breath (**breathe into my hand and sniff**)? WTF? Talk about a shot to a girl’s self esteem.
The job is good. Hubby is good. The dogs are good. Except for the dragging in the mud thing. Everybody’s healthy. I’m doing all the stuff that I’ve been wanting to do for a long time, but something is just off a bit. I’m thinking it’s a case of the winter blah’s . . . it’s happened before. I’m sure it’ll pass.
It’s been raining here for days. It’s dreary and foggy. Makes the days very long and my temper kind of short. Would it be wrong for me to wish for the snow to come back?
Tuesday is a very busy day for me at work. Part of my job is to help patients get their meds through various patient assistance programs. It’s hectic and stressful. Overall, it’s satisfying to know that we help patients get the meds they need if they can’t afford them. I have to deal with a lot of Drama Queens. There are rules that the patients have to follow but they all think the rules don’t apply to them. Everybody has a sad story. Everybody needs something RIGHT NOW. My personal favorite is "You just don’t understand …."
Uh, I’ve been working here for 18 months now and I hear the same story (usually from the same patient) every month. Some of the stories I can recite verbatim. But I do my job cheerfully and professionally. Even when I want to smack them upside their head.
I have to find ways to keep my spirits up.
I have this picture as the wallpaper on my computer at work. How can you not smile when you see this face?
I eat Oreo’s. I turn the radio up a little loud and sing along. Or I put in a CD.
You better believe that I’m out the door promptly at 5 p.m. on Tuesday nights.
Supper with Hubby. Dishes. Time with puppies. Y&R on Soapnet. Then surfing the ‘net.
I thought about the things that make me laugh and I remembered this . . . .
YouTube – The Money Pit
Yep. Makes. Me. Laugh. Every. Time.
I love this movie. I’ve watched it a zillion times. I start to laugh as soon as Tom Hanks walks into the bathroom.
I feel better now.
Luci got me up today at 7:15 a.m. because she had to potty. And it was time for breakfast. She doesn’t realize it’s Sunday morning. She has a routine and Mommy’s messing with the routine when she sleeps in. Rocky’s not as fussy as his schedule. He doesn’t much like the cold and would be perfectly happy sleeping in until Mommy decides to get out of bed. But if Luci’s up, then he’s up because he knows food is involved.
For some reason, though, it doesn’t matter if Daddy sleeps in or gets up early. Luci only wakes me up on Sunday morning. Must be a Mom thing.
It’s very cold here. The temperature is 5 degrees above zero.
See the snow? This is left over from the storm on Thursday.
Yes those are fake trees on the deck.
They don’t care that it’s only 5 degrees outside. They want to play.
They always stop what they are doing whenever they see a camera. They are either very big hams or they’re afraid they’re going to be in trouble.
As long as I’m up, I might as well read the Sunday paper. I truly appreciate what it takes to deliver a paper now. I’m very grateful that I didn’t have to deliver papers in 5 degree weather.
Rocky’s been with us almost a year now. I think the official date is February 4. We’ve survived another year of puppy first. He’s a wonderful dog and I’m so glad that Hubby talked me into adopting him. I know Luci is much happier with him around.
This week was probably the Last of the First. It was Rocky’s first official snowfall. We already know that he doesn’t like the cold much. He’ll go outside if he’s playing with Luci, but it takes a bit of convincing. He’s never out long and when he comes in he’ll lay by his favorite register and wait for the furnace to kick in.
But the boy loves snow. Can’t wait to go outside to play in it. Doesn’t want to come in. Licks snow off the deck. Barks at us until we throw snow at him. It’s the fluffy dry kind that doesn’t stick together so no snow balls. Only two dogs totally covered in snow.
He did the Superman jump off the deck tonight. I was taking out the trash and caught a flash of something out of the corner of my eye. It was Rocky jumping off the deck to chase his basketball. It was exactly the same move that Blacky did as a puppy before the hip problems got the better of him.
He runs and plays and chases Luci. Then he reluctantly comes in when Luci’s had enough of him and wants some peace and quiet. He’ll snuggle up next to her and take a quick nap. Then 30 minutes later, he’s back at it.
Oh to have that energy.
It’s seriously cold here in Ohio. Single digit cold with -0 wind chill temps. So cold we have to leave the water run in the kitchen sink to keep the pipes from freezing cold.
Fluff – the cat that thinks he lives here – is spending the night in the house for the third night in a row. Normally, Fluff takes off about bedtime (11 p.m.) and is out all night doing whatever it is that male cats do at night. Yes, Fluff is a male cat. No, I didn’t name him – his previous family did. But the name suits him. Who’d expect a big ol tomcat to be named Fluff?
We got snow. Light fluffy I don’t think it’s gonna stick kind of snow. But it is sticking. To the car. To the roads. To the dogs when they go out. Bless his heart, Hubby even offered to get up early and drive me to work. Then he realized that I’m only 10 minutes away from work. I used to drive 45 minutes each way in this kind of stuff every day. For 6 years. Without so much as a slide off the road incident. I think I’ll be okay driving to work, Honey. Bless his heart.
Since I’m only 10 minutes away from work I just realized that I won’t be able to have a snow day.
Every year, I make the resolutions. Every year I stick with them for about a week or so. Every year I kick myself for not sticking with them. Soooo, I thought if I published my resolutions, I would be more motivated to stick with them.
Here’s what my New Year’s Resolutions are for 2010
1. Improve my cooking skills. I’m a good cook, but I’m not a great cook. There are some things that I do wonderfully well (macaroni and cheese) and some things that I’m will never master (scalloped potatoes). A big part of my problem is that I have no patience when it comes to cooking. I try to rush through whatever I’m cooking so that I can get on to the next thing on my list. This year, I resolve to be more patient and to allow myself the time I need to get the job done.
2. Spend more time for me. After the last few years of dealing with MIL and her health issues, I’m at a loss on what to do with all the free time I have lately. I didn’t have time for my cross-stitch, my knitting, or my reading. I’ve already bought three books to read and I plan to dust off my library card. I dug out my knitting a couple of weeks ago and am making progress on a new project. Same with the cross stitch. My plan is to get a piece completed and entered in the county fair at the end of July.
3. Their drama is not my drama. It’s time for me to realize that Jr. and Princess are adults with families and lives of their own. As hard as it is for me to admit, I can’t solve their problems for them. All I can do is offer advice (if they ask for it) and let them lead their own lives. FIL had a saying "if you can’t hear, you can feel" and I have to learn to apply that to the kids. This is gonna be a hard one.
That’s it. Three little things. Sounds easy. Seems doable. But then it’s only January 3 . . .