- there is dirt in my sheets
- scott had awoken (yes that is the correct verb conjugation: i checked) me 2 x with 2 lights
- first to get ready to hunt
- second to get his pillow and over night bag
- a nursery rhyme and an unrelated song repeated over and over in my head while dozing
- the kitchen light was left one
- I had to go to the bathroom
- I was cold and pulled the blanket up only to discover the amount of dirt on it from kid shoes
- my day will be long
- I am thinking about running
- my body is about 2 hours ahead of schedule: 7 pm will be ugly
Friday, August 26, 2011
Dirt in My sheets and other events at 3:38
It was 3:38 am when I finally gave up sleeping.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
MISSING DOG Chicago Scarbrough
At this point I am not sure we have much hope, but I have to do what I can to get our little dog back.
Yesterday morning we let our little dog out just like every other morning. She never came back. We looked under piles of stuff and called her name. We talked to all our neighbors and went through our neighborhood.
We couldn't find her body or anyone who had seen her that day. She is not a wander-er and I don't know if I believe she could be stuck under debris while she dug.
I think someone took her or thought she was lost and picked her up. I even called the pound just in case with no luck. I called the vet in case someone brought in a new dog like her for a check up. I am posting here for the same reasons. We sure don't have luck with dogs; they don't end in old age around here.
I think my heart can't take another dog.
Chicago: dapple, black, white and brown. Blue eyes. 12 lbs and a Chaweenie.
Yesterday morning we let our little dog out just like every other morning. She never came back. We looked under piles of stuff and called her name. We talked to all our neighbors and went through our neighborhood.
We couldn't find her body or anyone who had seen her that day. She is not a wander-er and I don't know if I believe she could be stuck under debris while she dug.
I think someone took her or thought she was lost and picked her up. I even called the pound just in case with no luck. I called the vet in case someone brought in a new dog like her for a check up. I am posting here for the same reasons. We sure don't have luck with dogs; they don't end in old age around here.
I think my heart can't take another dog.
Chicago: dapple, black, white and brown. Blue eyes. 12 lbs and a Chaweenie.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Barbie, babies, badinage, and a bivouac
this is the last day of Freedom for me until 2012.
Goals were not met, but we got a lot of Barbie movies in. The baby and the rest of us can quote Barbie like no other.
The house is still under investigation; I have seen the insurance adjuster so many times that I feel like I can call him by his first name and call him on his personal cell phone. However, there is no real decision made. We are down to A. dump it and rebuild it or B. Band aid and it will be condemned when you're 70. (my little badinage; more on the big words later)
After careful consideration and lots of lazy involved; we have decided to live in the mess of this house and touch nothing until a decision has been made by the insurance company. They have taken ALL SUMMER and still not made a decision, although I have heard about the conference calls and emails back and forth. I wonder if they are busy or considering their options.
I am hoping they are trying to decided what to do. I have started praying for them to soften their hearts and just tear it down. I really don't want all the work that will go into rebuilding, but I think we will be sorry in the long run. Our contractor has said from the beginning that it really would be cheaper for the insurance company to rebuild. Yet, I am trying not to dream of new house plans and instead focus on living in a longer term bivouac to keep the dreaming down to a minimum. I ask all three of the people who read this to remember us in your prayers, too. I am seriously worried about the longevity of the house and would ask anyone to keep us in mind. I want to say "Thy will be done." but I hope His will is a new house and not a fix on this one.
In other "news":
Last night in a location to remain nameless to protect the ones to be mocked, I met my own sesquipedalian (one who uses big words with many syllables). This person said that they (how to you use a non gender-ed pronoun correctly) would rather "stay true to self, than play the game to get a better job". We were talking about being rejected for being too educated, using large unfamiliar words in a small town and I was trying to point out that a true intellect can speak correctly, yet not offend or embarrass less knowledgeable people.
This person felt it was a betrayal of intellect to get a job by having an "ace in the hole" so to speak or not showing all that you know- Playing the Game. I think intellectual superiority can only feed your soul for so long; your stomach growls get in the way.
Ya, you go with your bad self and minimum wage job. Good luck with that. What ever makes you warm at night while you can't pay the bills...
Goals were not met, but we got a lot of Barbie movies in. The baby and the rest of us can quote Barbie like no other.
The house is still under investigation; I have seen the insurance adjuster so many times that I feel like I can call him by his first name and call him on his personal cell phone. However, there is no real decision made. We are down to A. dump it and rebuild it or B. Band aid and it will be condemned when you're 70. (my little badinage; more on the big words later)
After careful consideration and lots of lazy involved; we have decided to live in the mess of this house and touch nothing until a decision has been made by the insurance company. They have taken ALL SUMMER and still not made a decision, although I have heard about the conference calls and emails back and forth. I wonder if they are busy or considering their options.
I am hoping they are trying to decided what to do. I have started praying for them to soften their hearts and just tear it down. I really don't want all the work that will go into rebuilding, but I think we will be sorry in the long run. Our contractor has said from the beginning that it really would be cheaper for the insurance company to rebuild. Yet, I am trying not to dream of new house plans and instead focus on living in a longer term bivouac to keep the dreaming down to a minimum. I ask all three of the people who read this to remember us in your prayers, too. I am seriously worried about the longevity of the house and would ask anyone to keep us in mind. I want to say "Thy will be done." but I hope His will is a new house and not a fix on this one.
In other "news":
Last night in a location to remain nameless to protect the ones to be mocked, I met my own sesquipedalian (one who uses big words with many syllables). This person said that they (how to you use a non gender-ed pronoun correctly) would rather "stay true to self, than play the game to get a better job". We were talking about being rejected for being too educated, using large unfamiliar words in a small town and I was trying to point out that a true intellect can speak correctly, yet not offend or embarrass less knowledgeable people.
This person felt it was a betrayal of intellect to get a job by having an "ace in the hole" so to speak or not showing all that you know- Playing the Game. I think intellectual superiority can only feed your soul for so long; your stomach growls get in the way.
Ya, you go with your bad self and minimum wage job. Good luck with that. What ever makes you warm at night while you can't pay the bills...
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
a pig in a poke: the littlest piggie went WHEE WHEE WHEE...
... All the way home ....
During the Rodeo Wes signed himself up for the greased pig race. Scott is trying to tell the rules to the unruly. Good thing he has a big voice. It works well in little league baseball. (And as a Christmas Gift).
A thousand kids descended upon the pig like Egyptians at the Red Sea. As Scott pulled kid after kid from the dog pile, he found Wesie hanging tight to that stinky pig. I was leaning out the announcer's box telling him to put it back. NO PIGS FOR US. The stands were laughing, the announcer was laughing.. Wes was "hamming" (ham, pig, he he he) it up for the crowd. So, it was touch and go if MOM would get her way. I really wanted the chickens, to no avail. We have a freeze brimming to the gills with Ferdinand. Wesie sure was proud of himself and thought it worth the 2 dollars. Scott was shocked; held his head in his hand and shook it back and forth slowly with a "Oh Man" smile. I am so glad there isn't a picture of me hanging out of that booth like a fretful city girl. I really really didn't want the stinky pig.
...to someone else.We pawned him off on the Sanders family. (HE HEE He)
During the Rodeo Wes signed himself up for the greased pig race. Scott is trying to tell the rules to the unruly. Good thing he has a big voice. It works well in little league baseball. (And as a Christmas Gift).
A thousand kids descended upon the pig like Egyptians at the Red Sea. As Scott pulled kid after kid from the dog pile, he found Wesie hanging tight to that stinky pig. I was leaning out the announcer's box telling him to put it back. NO PIGS FOR US. The stands were laughing, the announcer was laughing.. Wes was "hamming" (ham, pig, he he he) it up for the crowd. So, it was touch and go if MOM would get her way. I really wanted the chickens, to no avail. We have a freeze brimming to the gills with Ferdinand. Wesie sure was proud of himself and thought it worth the 2 dollars. Scott was shocked; held his head in his hand and shook it back and forth slowly with a "Oh Man" smile. I am so glad there isn't a picture of me hanging out of that booth like a fretful city girl. I really really didn't want the stinky pig.
...to someone else.We pawned him off on the Sanders family. (HE HEE He)
Monday, August 1, 2011
Shattered Glass
Sunday as I was walking through the house I heard a shattered of glass. It was sickening to hear; then it repeated two more times I as I stood in the hall cringing at falling glass. My mouth was a capital O. I went to find the culprit and found nothing. NADA. It. Just. fell.
I called Scott and he said he thought it was a result of the house not yet fixed from the water leak. I got some winter plastic and doubled it over. I used the staple gun to attache it to the window seal. I thought it wouldn't' be so noticeable. Now I have doubled plastic over the gaping hole of my picture window. SO SO trashy. Maybe I will take it down and put it on the inside.
I called the insurance company. They said I had to leave a message for the claims office. They tried to tell me it was a new claim. NO WAY I told the lady. It is from the crack in my floor that you all are dragging your feet to assess and let it be fixed. We were told by the repair man that the floor would just crumble away as time marched on.
I bet it will stay like that until it is cold. Ugghh. I hate it.
I called Scott and he said he thought it was a result of the house not yet fixed from the water leak. I got some winter plastic and doubled it over. I used the staple gun to attache it to the window seal. I thought it wouldn't' be so noticeable. Now I have doubled plastic over the gaping hole of my picture window. SO SO trashy. Maybe I will take it down and put it on the inside.
I called the insurance company. They said I had to leave a message for the claims office. They tried to tell me it was a new claim. NO WAY I told the lady. It is from the crack in my floor that you all are dragging your feet to assess and let it be fixed. We were told by the repair man that the floor would just crumble away as time marched on.
I bet it will stay like that until it is cold. Ugghh. I hate it.
Shattered Glass
Sunday as I was walking through the house I heard a shattered of glass. It was sickening to hear; then it repeated two more times I as I stood in the hall cringing at falling glass. My mouth was a capital O. I went to find the culprit and found nothing. NADA. It fell.
I called Scott and he said he thought it was a result of the house not yet fixed from the water leak. Now I have doubled plastic over the gaping hole of my picture window.
I bet it will stay like that until it is cold. Ugghh. I hate it.
I called Scott and he said he thought it was a result of the house not yet fixed from the water leak. Now I have doubled plastic over the gaping hole of my picture window.
I bet it will stay like that until it is cold. Ugghh. I hate it.
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