Today is the day after the supposed rapture was supposed to occur. I admit that I was outside at 5:55pm and did send a text to my son telling him that I love him. At 6:01pm it appeared that nobody had left the planet with the exception of my cell phone charger. So perhaps there was a special rapture yesterday for cell phone chargers and certain electrical devices. You might want to check and see if all of your remotes are still present and accounted for.
Even in the event of the Rapture, I'm not one of the ones going anywhere. I happen to live by Buddhist principals so technically I'll be left here on the big blue marble. I guess my curiosity was such that if there was indeed a Rapture, who was actually going and who was going to still be here with me.
So today is just another day. I'll be doing laundry and hopefully working on a painting I'm doing for our remodeled family room and going about life as we now sit and wait to see what fate befalls us on Dec 21, 2012.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
hump day
Today is over the hump day. This also means that none of the evening TV shows that I am addicted to are on tonight. My hubby gets home from D.C. today but he won't be home until somewhere around 9pm so I guess it will be me and a book this evening (and the shih tzus and a cat or two).
In just a matter of days, however, it will be me and Captain Jack Sparrow. YUM! Ok, my husband knows that I have a thing for Johnny Depp and I probably have a thing for Johnny Depp even more as Jack Sparrow. I've tried to convince him (my husband, not Johnny Depp) to put a few beads in his beard and take on the whole Captain Jack Sparrow persona and maybe we could have some fun, but he's not humored me yet. No sense of fun.
On another note, a couple of the dogs I helped to groom yesterday were exceptionally sweet. It was hard to come up with my "dog of the day". One was a rescued shih tzu from an abused background. One was a terrier mix that had been found abandoned under some of the plastic sheeting they put up when they are marking off barriers. And one was a spoiled rotten 5 month old shih-poo. The last one was a bundle of fluff and energy and puppy kisses. We had several more but those were the ones that stole my heart and where I had to keep reminding myself that I was not their mommy.
Ok. Time to get out of bed and see if I can make the shih tzus clean up around here. (not likely) I guess I'll have to do it and in that case I'm going to need a cup of coffee.
In just a matter of days, however, it will be me and Captain Jack Sparrow. YUM! Ok, my husband knows that I have a thing for Johnny Depp and I probably have a thing for Johnny Depp even more as Jack Sparrow. I've tried to convince him (my husband, not Johnny Depp) to put a few beads in his beard and take on the whole Captain Jack Sparrow persona and maybe we could have some fun, but he's not humored me yet. No sense of fun.
On another note, a couple of the dogs I helped to groom yesterday were exceptionally sweet. It was hard to come up with my "dog of the day". One was a rescued shih tzu from an abused background. One was a terrier mix that had been found abandoned under some of the plastic sheeting they put up when they are marking off barriers. And one was a spoiled rotten 5 month old shih-poo. The last one was a bundle of fluff and energy and puppy kisses. We had several more but those were the ones that stole my heart and where I had to keep reminding myself that I was not their mommy.
Ok. Time to get out of bed and see if I can make the shih tzus clean up around here. (not likely) I guess I'll have to do it and in that case I'm going to need a cup of coffee.
Monday, May 16, 2011
must wash dogs
Its really a good thing that dogs are washable. The shih tzus took a romp through the back yard this morning and they are no longer these snowy white fluffy puppies. They look like they've been mining for coal, or perhaps like they are orphan children from Oliver Twist. *sigh*. Washing to dogs was not on my to-do list today but I guess I'm going to have to work it in. I AM grateful that they can be washed. I don't know that I would attempt to do to my cats what I am going to do to them. Perhaps if I have enough coffee with cinnamon vanilla creamer it will take the edge off of the experience.
I was actually looking forward to working on some paintings that will go in our newly renovated family room. Its not quite finished but its near enough to completion that I should probably get on the ball with it. I really need to be in a clear frame of mind to paint so I'm going to have to scrub the dogs before I tackle the painting. My boys were helpful yesterday in removing some of the items in the family room and helping me sweep and mop the floor. There's still some electrical and carpentry work that Steven needs to do. I am sure I would short circuit the house and electrocute myself if I tried anything and since that is not my preferred method of suicide I'll wait for Steven to get home from D.C.
We're getting some rain. And while it does contribute to my dogs looking (and smelling) disgusting, I am hoping that it will wash away some of the pollen so that I can quit working on perfecting the nose tampon.
I was actually looking forward to working on some paintings that will go in our newly renovated family room. Its not quite finished but its near enough to completion that I should probably get on the ball with it. I really need to be in a clear frame of mind to paint so I'm going to have to scrub the dogs before I tackle the painting. My boys were helpful yesterday in removing some of the items in the family room and helping me sweep and mop the floor. There's still some electrical and carpentry work that Steven needs to do. I am sure I would short circuit the house and electrocute myself if I tried anything and since that is not my preferred method of suicide I'll wait for Steven to get home from D.C.
We're getting some rain. And while it does contribute to my dogs looking (and smelling) disgusting, I am hoping that it will wash away some of the pollen so that I can quit working on perfecting the nose tampon.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Sunday
The weekend is almost over and so far there haven't been any major screaming and yelling matches which I am indeed grateful for. Also, nobody has caused themselves or another any major bodily harm so that always helps as well.
I squeezed in some time last night to give Callie a much needed bath. She's such a pretty little dog but she get dirty and stinky in a heartbeat. She now looks like a cute little princess which I'm hoping will last at least until about noon today.
TCBY last night was not only yummy but it also felt great on my sore/scratchy throat. Maybe I need a solo visit again today. haha. You don't think I'd actually get away with that, now do you?
Our golf cart is being repaired so we are currently without a golf cart. that is a serious bummer here in PTC. It sure would be nice to put the kids and the puppies on the golf cart and go for a drive around the lake this evening, but it looks like we won't be getting it back until next week. I'm sure when we get it back it will make my grateful list. Then the kids will be able to take themselves to school and get themselves around a bit more, relieving me of my chauffering duties.
I squeezed in some time last night to give Callie a much needed bath. She's such a pretty little dog but she get dirty and stinky in a heartbeat. She now looks like a cute little princess which I'm hoping will last at least until about noon today.
TCBY last night was not only yummy but it also felt great on my sore/scratchy throat. Maybe I need a solo visit again today. haha. You don't think I'd actually get away with that, now do you?
Our golf cart is being repaired so we are currently without a golf cart. that is a serious bummer here in PTC. It sure would be nice to put the kids and the puppies on the golf cart and go for a drive around the lake this evening, but it looks like we won't be getting it back until next week. I'm sure when we get it back it will make my grateful list. Then the kids will be able to take themselves to school and get themselves around a bit more, relieving me of my chauffering duties.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
here we go again
I had my maiden blog the other day but then the internet gods wiped it clean for some reason and no trace of it was to be found. So, this morning after I posted my "five things" I recreated my blog and hopefully it will stay this time.
My husband left for D.C. yesterday (he goes there a lot.) and so its just me left to fend for myself against a mob of hormonal and angst-ridden teenagers. Somehow my husband always seems to be out of town the weekends that all of our teenagers are at our house. Hmmmmmm. I think I need to go somewhere like, oh maybe Sedona AZ and leave him here alone for a weekend or teenage drama and crisis while I walk among the vortexes and have a spiritual experience. Now, granted, when he goes away he IS working, but the people he is working with do not need rides to their BFF's house, nor do they tell him about how they just broke up with their boyfriend/girlfriend and they have to go to their friend's house immediately and spend the night. Nor do his coworkers have homework projects that require him running to Walmart at 10pm to buy poster board. Do you see where I am going with this?
But I shall prevail because I am SUPERMOM.
And at the end of the day I and the shih tzus (and probably the small gray tiny annoying cat) will climb in bed with our plethora of pillows. I am VERY grateful for pillows and I will be grateful that I survived the day. And I will be grateful that I have complete control of the remote and that I can watch Dogs 101 or International House Hunters if I want and nobody is going to tell me to change the channel. And I will be grateful for the warm cuddle of Barkley who will be sleeping in his daddy's spot as he always does when his daddy is out of town. But on some level I will be missing the snoring and the flailing and the pillow hogging of my husband who is sleeping in a proximity closer to the President than he is me.
My husband left for D.C. yesterday (he goes there a lot.) and so its just me left to fend for myself against a mob of hormonal and angst-ridden teenagers. Somehow my husband always seems to be out of town the weekends that all of our teenagers are at our house. Hmmmmmm. I think I need to go somewhere like, oh maybe Sedona AZ and leave him here alone for a weekend or teenage drama and crisis while I walk among the vortexes and have a spiritual experience. Now, granted, when he goes away he IS working, but the people he is working with do not need rides to their BFF's house, nor do they tell him about how they just broke up with their boyfriend/girlfriend and they have to go to their friend's house immediately and spend the night. Nor do his coworkers have homework projects that require him running to Walmart at 10pm to buy poster board. Do you see where I am going with this?
But I shall prevail because I am SUPERMOM.
And at the end of the day I and the shih tzus (and probably the small gray tiny annoying cat) will climb in bed with our plethora of pillows. I am VERY grateful for pillows and I will be grateful that I survived the day. And I will be grateful that I have complete control of the remote and that I can watch Dogs 101 or International House Hunters if I want and nobody is going to tell me to change the channel. And I will be grateful for the warm cuddle of Barkley who will be sleeping in his daddy's spot as he always does when his daddy is out of town. But on some level I will be missing the snoring and the flailing and the pillow hogging of my husband who is sleeping in a proximity closer to the President than he is me.
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