Work and Werewolves and His brooding self

World spinning today with work, and werewolves, and flappers, and woodstock performers.

 

   i know.  doesn’t seem like those things go together does it? 

 It did today.  The only caveat to the halloween costume contest was the flurry of papers hitting and leaving my desk.  Otherwise it was awesome.  A lot of people dressed up. 

 

 

  I would’ve had at least a couple pics but I was soooo busy coming back after being home with little A that I didn’t have time to sneeze.

  The weather is a little cold right now.  So much rain has passed over the last days. 

 

 

Today, was the day when leaves scattered like a crazy stampede of miniature people, across the roads.  While driving,  it may be possible that you are sometimes surprised by the sheer amount of leaves blowing like so many empty brown bags,  into your driving path.

  It was  a day to stay on your toes.

 Wind blew piles hither and yon (what does that mean anyway?)  they landed all over our porch, trapped by the “corner effect” of how our house and garage meet. 

 

 

 Anywhere you look, there are “nature made” huge piles of leaves in one place and then you glance around and some part of the leaves have blown completely bare on another part of ground!  Pretty strange.   

 

 I do love fall when it’s like this.  I love the sunshine with it tho.  today was just gloomy. 

 

 

not much else is going on.  It was nice to be welcomed back to work today.  It was nice to be missed.   I AM MISSED!!! YAY.  (“you’re back!”  *smiles*)

 

 

 if  for nothing other than my work value, I was missed for the last few days…I’m ecstatic about that.  It means that I am competent at my job. 

 A lot of people asked about little A.

 

 

    So it’ s Friday.  We DO have to stay in with little A.  I know that.  But can it be anymore boring?  Doug has been a little lot distant from me. 

  He’s brooding.  He’s cleaning and muttering under his breath, and cursing at times.   I don’t know how much more miserable he can be. (or I can be) 

 

 

I’m asking him a hundred times.  what’s up with you?   Even if he said,  “I hate your guts, Fuck you”   it’s better than him saying “nothing”.  

  Because of course, we as women know that “nothing” most definitely means something.  Especially when he’s acting like this.   

 

   but then “nothing” became “I just have a lot on my mind” and then that became, “I’m stressed at work, I have a ton of this and that to do.”  and the inevitable:

I have to go in for a few hours tommorrow (Saturday morning)  

 

I knew there was a something to that nothing.  So I let him be. 

 and I  watched  Pink Panther 2  (which is better than the first one, I’d watch it just for fake accents, sooo funny) 

 Little A snuggled up to me on the couch while we waited for Big A to come home from the dance.   

Here comes she with a glowing headband on, looking…..well….glowing!    Surprisingly, she makes curfew.  but then…

 

Her:  Can I like, yeah, can I go back over to  Sara’s?

ME: no, you have a sore throat, you need to stay in.

Her: you suck I hate you.

A very bloggy day

  Is blogging like high school?

 

That went thru my mind today as I looked at how some people get literally dozens and dozens of comments on the daily, and some people only a few. 

 

 The bloggy content isn’t really different from blog to blog, at least from the ones I have seen.  

 Well, a lot of people don’t post negative blogs, I know that.  Maybe that is the equalizer?  i have quite a few negative blogs.  because I’m such a positve person don’tcha know?  *wink wink*

 

  and how about commenting?  If people comment, do you then feel obligated to reply? 

 

and  then if people reply a LOT or vice versa, do you then feel obligated to blogroll them?

 How about if the person is new to your page?  do you then feel wrong if you don’t go visit theirs and leave a comment? 

 

 cuz if blogging was like high school, friends,  I’d be like a whisper in the hallways.  No one even NOTICED me in high school, but I will tell you this. 

 Those who got to know me were pretty close. 

 

     Anyhoo.  I’m still journaling.  I’m occasionally *chick ranting*. 

I’m still doing once a week photo essays.  I still try the occasional humor (is this thing on?) 

 and sometimes I post about an interesting news or event.  that’s it. 

 I’m not trying to win ratings, or stats or whatever.

 

 I just happen to like company.

 

 

   So Thursday morning.  My last day at home with little A.  Her dad will stay with her tommorrow.  I don’t as yet know if it was good for me to be off all week.  I’m sooo lazy now even though I for sure did more work than if I went to work. 

 

 

  This morning brought a wonderful downpour and it was definitely pillow weather.  Until I heard…

“Mom,  can you drive me to school?”

what?  nooooo!!!! agh. 

 

Me:  what time?

Her: NOW.

(apparently she hadn’t noticed I was wearing only ___________)

 

Yes, and the weather outside was really nasty.  especially since I drove her to school in pitch dark, pouring rain and then discovered I was driving with daytime running lights on the whole time.  How I did not get a ticket is beyond me.

 

 

     So yes, I’m sad today.  I’m a tad angry. 

I had an intrusion on my computer which then in turn forced me to reinstall everything…

EVERY thing. 

 

 

 Some childhood pictures were lost that I hadn’t uploaded to WordPress yet.  I’m really upset about that.

 

I had to go thru the whole thing with getting on the phone with some guy in India (thankyou DEEPAK) and I was on 2 HOURS with this person, reinstalling virus prot. and yada yada and nothing would work, so I had to start from scratch and aggghhh, it’s such a pain in the ass! 

 

Any way,  the rain, yeah.  it made it all just a little better.  because little A and I slept like til lunchtime.  and just falling asleep with that rain pounding on the roof, made me unconscious lickety split, to all of the  potential azzzzwipes in the world.

 

 

  I have work tommorrow (yay Friday)  I will not be saying yay when I get my lightweight paycheck tho.    

 

So the man came home brooding again.  His eyebrows were bunched up and he was frowning, legs tucked under him on the couch.

 He stayed late at work again. 

 kept his hugs to himself again.

  “what’s for dinner?” again.  

 once I brought it to his attention that being alone all day sucked and that now that he was home,  I still felt alone, he apologized and hugged me.

   then went upstairs to watch WRESTLING.   

okay then.    At some point I went up too,  little huggy kissy thing going on. I figured i would kickstart him a little.

 

  “Renee, I am trying to watch this”   Okay then. strike two.

 

  At another point I went upstairs again….you guessed it.  He’s snoring to beat the band.  

 

 

betcha can’t pick just one

 

 

 

 

    pick one and only one!    which of these things would drive you nuts the most?

 

1.  the dog sleeping in your bed.

 

someone leaving their underwear on the floor

                 

 

not being able to have cereal in the morning because the person before you left an empty carton

               

 

 

the person who shares your car leaving you with no gas

 

 

someone eating food in your bed

 

 

someone leaving cereal boxes open and the cereal goes stale

 

 

leaving the toilet seat up

 

going to write an important phone message and you can’t find a pen with ink

 

 

someone leaving the kitchen a mess

 

 

cant find the remote control

My Tin Prince and other one a.m. thoughts

My Tin Prince Charming: 

 

All you need is some old dryer hoses, tin foil and yeah…lack of a heart.  lol.

  I found him in a window down town.  I thought he showed a lot of creativity on the owner’s part, so here he is, on my one in the morning blog thought page.

 

 

  Normally I’d be sleeping.  yes, normally.  I’m sort of off this week taking care of little A who is doing great in her recovery process from her surgery.  

 

   I spent most of today, coaxing her to take the yucky pain narcotic that probably tastes close to gasoline the way it smells.  She is a real trooper.

 

 

  I also spent most of today, catching up on all the laundry.  Putting away summer clothes, cleaning out closets, etc etc etc.

  To big A’s room I went, where to my loathing, I found 4 pairs of skinny jeans in numerous colors that I bought plus one pair of polo jeans for 35 bucks all with the tags on that I bought in July for her. 

 

 

 This morning, before she went to school, I found her rummaging thru the dirty laundry for a pair of dirty, too small, jeans to put on.  

Which I don’t understand at all.  AT ALL.

 

 

 When she saw that I had her room torn apart, (yet each and every piece of her clothes was clean, and folded now) 

 

 her reaction was and I quote: 

“You crapped up my room” 

   Please tell me if there is any redeeming qualities to teens! 

  

  My eyes are burning right now, but I am fighting sleep like crazy.   Most nights, i just want someone to chit chat with and cant find anyone willing except for Sugar who doesn’t say much. 

I was going to say,  at least she licks me, but that sounds way wrong…

Doug has since become the worst workaholic lately and always.  He is in that office every friggin day until eve. or he’ll come home and then say he has to go back and do “this or that”  gah!!!  no real connection with him. 

   I think it is safe to say I give up on Love. 

Yes,  I give up on love and partnership and all that is good about having someone, or being a couple, or even just not being disillusioned about love most of the time.

  My tin man has a heart when he wants to, and no other time.  No matter how many tears I cry into that bucket head of his.

Sweetiegirlz, perfecting the art of worrying…for nothing!

       What you’re seeing is a groggy, Little A just coming out of her anesthesia.  Everything went great, and besides the job of worrying about her, i had to make sure “snowflake” (her webkins) made it to her side, when she woke up. 

     

 

     despite her expression, minutes later, little A wakes up and gets a few ice chips and a popscicle down her

 

  She gets a dose of relief in her I.V. from the nurse.  From that point on, little A is really alert and normal and great.   not that she’s doing cartwheels but you know…. lot’s better.

 

     One of the things, she worried about is if the I.V.  would hurt going in, but they gave her a little gas first, so she didn’t feel anything.  little A said that her head felt like it was a baloon full of air.

 

 

Shortly, she was watching a Disney movie, eating a popscicle and making chit chat. 

 

 

i couldn’t have asked for a better experience with Same day surgery if i tried to think of one!  Everyone was wonderful, friendly, supportive, and on their j-0-b.    i essentially was in awe of the differences between tonsillectomy when i was a kid, and now, with ambulatory surgery.   i would like to thank the ambulatory surgery clinic staff at KU WEST in Kansas City.  You guys rock! 

That’s all I know

I knew in solace, tears would be finding me tonight.  I can’t help it.  I’m a mom to the core.  

 

 

She came in my room and lay on the bed, scared.  I knew the inevitable anxiety for her would set in.  I prayed for her, and asked God to take away her fear and protect her during tommorrow’s surgery.

   I know, i know.  It’s gonna be fine, and I may be over dramatizing it,  but here is SG  being a big chicken.

 

 

  Little A.  I lurrrveee me that little A.  

 

  I had a tonsillectomy and adenoidectomy as a child.  I also had tubes put in my ears. 

 

 

 Here is what I remember about that: 

 I went to the hospital with my mother.  I carried probably the tiniest round suitcase you ever saw. 

 

 

When I was in the bed, my mom was there, next to me.  The nurse came in and gave me a huge, painful shot in my butt. She made me grab the head of the bed and count to ten while she gave me that shot.  

 

 

  Believe it or not, they let me slurp on an orange popscicle, before the surgery.  yeah. go figure.

 

 I remember when the nurse came in and said it was time,  I told them, “I want to save my popscicle!” 

 

 

  silly me.  not really knowing popscicles melt in a few moments.    My mom had colored a page in my coloring book for me.

 

  In the OR, someone put a mask over my nose and mouth, and told me to count backwards from 10. 

 

 I remember at one point i was floating (srsly)

  I floated up to the corner of the OR ceiling and was looking down on my body for a brief few seconds, then…nothing.

 

 

  I woke up back in my hospital bed.  mad. 

 

 the orange popsicle was  a melted eighth cup of sweet warm ickiness. 

 

 I don’t remember being too sore.  At one point,  I received a card.

  A cartoon giraffe  was on the front or inside of it.  the giraffe had slots in his neck and in each slot was a quarter.

  That’s all I remember.  that’s all.

  I know back then, we spent the night in the hospital for this operation.

 

 In this day and age of modern equipment and fast operating times…Little A will come home. 

Sunday Photo Essay~part 2- into every life some rain…

   

      I promised doug some eye candy…lol.

  

 

*I love this horse.

 

*praying in the end zone.  there were about 5 or 6 of the players praying before the game.  they should’ve prayed to hold the rain off.

 

*cheers*

 

 

*a ton of hairspray down the tube*

 

*my husband would kill to be sitting down there.

      

 

*as it turns out, he didn’t have to practice much,  KC didn’t even score til the 2nd half.

   *  I have “LENS envy” lol.

 

 

     *what would you even feed these people?* 

 

    *ruh roh!   looks like rain!   Our friend who was sitting next to us at the game showed us the weather radar on his cell phone.   “we’re getting ready to get destroyed”  he tells us.  “I saw lightning already”

 

   *I guess that’s why the camera guy covered down.

 

      All those drunken fans, where’s WALDO?

 

      

 

*I would say, about half of the collective stadium was lit up like a christmas tree. LOL.

 

 

 

*final score?  San Diego chargers 37,  Kansas City Chiefs 7.

 

Sunday Photo Essay~ Part ONE- party of 50 thousand

     
Sweetiegirlz first pro-football game.  (if you’ll remember, I did a post on my first pro baseball game awhile back)  ahhh!  the perks of being appreciated in the military…  The weather started out promising.  The 1-5 Kansas city chiefs season, wasn’t a total loss…yet.  The excitement of all these people, their energy riveted on their favorite team, it really must’ve seemed this same way in the gladiator days of Rome.  and you all remember what happened in Rome don’t you?

 

*a grand vista.  men, stretching…bowing before their sweetiegirlz queen. lol. joking…

 

*little A, enjoying a 4 dollar soda and 4 dollar pretzel.  lololol.

 

 

*early on, the sun shining directly on us, it was pretty warm. 60 degrees.

 

 

 

*waiting for game time.  all those drunk azzz tailgaters haven’t made it in yet.

 

 

*cool!  I’m scoping out the seats I might be able to sneak into later.  Ours were in the nosebleed section, thanks, military appreciation people!

 

 

 

*a little piece-0-parking lot.  22 dollars parking x say 20,000 ?  I love America!

 

 

*his finger was pretty droopy by games end, but I give this couple A for effort.

 

 

“she wants to see your STICK!”  someone hollered from the crowd. 

uh. yeah buddy, don’t help me here, K? 

 

 

awww….him so purty…!

 

 

The chief’s mascot.

 

 

*so much excitement, between the fireworks, the team, the cheerleaders, the drumline, the crowd… wow

 

 

Oh yeah, and THIS:  4 blackhawk helicopters flying over the stadium in honor of military appreciation day.

 

 

illuminating midnight thoughts~or just thoughts

It’s a weird night.  after putting teddy grams, little bear shaped cookies, in someone’s toes, just so Sugar can eat them and tickle their feet, I know, I’m twisted. lol.

 

 I’m tired tho.  In need of some distractions. 

 

 

The incident from this morning still bothers me.  My eyes are burning and I am irritable writing this blog.  It’s not that I didn’t have a good day.  Today was really mild.  Pretty, sunny and amazing temperatures. 

 

 

  So why irritable then?  *shrugs shoulders*   

 

 

 

 the “man” even let me drag him around to several downtown antique and toy stores today.  I found some furniture for my house, and some other miniatures.   At one point I discovered not one but two new antique stores.  Let me clarify an antique store in this part of the world tho.

 

 

  I was in a very old building basement, that gave me the creeps, nevertheless fascinated at the endless old things i haven’t seen for ages.  record players, metal roller skates, 45 records, tons and tons of dishes, old pictures, old jewelry, and other assorted crap. 

 

 

 

 None of it yielded any doll house furniture for a bargain, so that’s why I gave in and bought the expensive bedroom doll furniture, that I plan on re-crafting the furniture my way.   

But I digress.

I’m tense of course over little A’s operation Monday. 

   upon returning home today, Doug got on the internet and showed Little A, how they put an iv in her before the operation, and for one small second, I thought he was showing her the actual operation on the net, in which case, I was going to kill him.

 

  For that is not the way to reassure one’s child, really.  But as it turns out:  Little A had asked him to show her.

 

another irritation:  It’ s Saturday night and while looking through Christmas catalogs for womens clothes, i salivate over beautiful christmas party clothing and snappy little spiked heels. 

  dinner.  dancing.  normalcy in relationships.   Of which, alas, I have none.     for real, it was 9 p.m. and I was in bed, not doing a thing.  (on a Saturday night!)

  I want to dance, socialize, participate in life.  I want to “be”.  Not just simply who I am but experience life.

 

I did shop one of those mind blowing clothes sales at our on post store.   a negligee for A DOLLAR ladies… I shall have to photograph it for you.  Doug called it a nightgown, but since when does a see through little number that comes with thong panties,  a “night gown” ?  hehe.

  t-shirts for a DOLLAR.   etc…   Even after said bargains, I’m still friggin irritable. 

I can’t take him anywhere

 

     I have no pictures for you except the picture in my mind of how today starts.

  Maybe tommorrow Iwill have some, who knows.  “the man” and I wake up early.  I had planned on going to shoot alone, I’m tired of dragging him, but I asked him if he was coming with anyway. 

 

 

   Our thing is McDonalds in the morning.    Every Saturday, we see a young man there. 

 He’s dark skinned,

smiling, big bright eyes.

 always friendly, always laughing. 

 

 

   Well today, as with most Saturday mornings,  “J”, the young man starts a conversation.

  He’s asking if my husband ever went to Iraq.   (YES) 

 

 He’s asking if he’d been in a certain town in a certain year.  (YES)

 

 

   He mentions that he was a former interpreter for the U.S. Army in Iraq. 

  Are you with me so far?  

 

 

  well as with any question about the war, “J” has just started a  conversation that can and sometimes does tie you up for awhile with Doug, because doug is  just sooooo passionate about that particular tour. 

 

 

 After all, he’s seen his friend die there. 

 

 

   “J” goes on to say,  his brother is also an interpreter there and “I think you might have known my brother while you were there”  

 

  WOW.  I’m taking it all this in like a sponge. 

 

 

 I have to admit.  I’m ready to pounce on Doug like a she-cat because he’s said some  wild things to ordinary citizens about the war, again, understandably,  BUT. 

 

 

  Doug is now mentioning to “J” about a specific incident in which an Iraqi interpreter for the US was caught with US cell phone numbers in his cell phone that he shouldn’t have had. (aka as spying)

 

 

  “J”  looks thoughtful for a split second, “Yeah that was very bad, that ruined it for a lot of interpreters.” 

 

Then, the WTF moment.

 

  DOUG:  “Yeah, the ARMY doesn’t need NO DAMN IRAQI INTERPRETERS!!”  

  (What?  How’s that again Honey?  Did you not just hear this young man tell you that he and his brother are/were Iraqi interpreters for the US Army?) 

 

     

    “Interpreters provide critical links between U.S. troops and foreign populations in both Iraq and Afghanistan. ~ABCNews.com

 

  “J’s”  smile faded.  He spoke quietly, but not angrily.

 

   I walked away red-faced, aware that Doug was now animated and loudly going on to some other of his opinions, but alas, not backpedaling.

 

 

 I found a table around the corner out of view but I could still hear my husband, apparently having no clue as to what he’d just said, rambling on and on. 

 

 

  No matter what anyone may think about the war in Iraq or Afghanistan.  I don’t think that kid deserved what Doug dished to him unknowingly. 

 

 

 We’d been coming to McDonalds on Saturday morning for breakfast for months now, and “J” has always been nothing but a nice, and friendly person.

 

 

  I think I will eat a bowl of cereal at home next Saturday morning.