*groan

I ate too much over the last 4 days.

I am only about a third of the way done on Christmas decorations.

I have put off errand running for far too long.

I need a haircut.

I think that's enough groans for one post.

*sigh

Political/Religious post to follow - Beware.



The following is an excerpt from an email from a family member to Bre -

Bre - what I would like for you to do is get involved with a Bible believing church. If that pastor is up on the agenda of the present administration he may enlighten you. Usually a family member won't be believed and it takes an outside person to turn on the light of truth. I will be praying that you will be strong enough in the Lord to be able to see what is taking place in what will be the "New World Order" that Obama will be president of one of these days. If you were a student of the last book of the Bible "Revelation" and the teaching of the "End of Times" you would be able to understand and see that Obama is going to be very much a part of the beginning of the Tribulation."

It goes on, but isn't that enough to make you shiver? This is coming from a close and usually rational, Baptist-going family member.

She called me - upset. After we talked she sent back a reply that simply stated she did not want any further emails either religious or political. So far so good. It'll be interesting to see how Christmas goes.

*sigh

I told you so...

That is a phrase that is very hard NOT to say. Every fiber in my body wants to scream it out loud. But I won't. I may have to write "I won't say I told you so" 1000 times each night, but some how I will not say it.

I stayed away from the Parents abode for most of the week. Yes, it was mainly to establish the fact that I will not be helping out with the puppy. But we went over there this weekend and Lord love a duck but that puppy is going to make my mother's life miserable after the SIL leaves.

Being the person that is the one that always helps, I had to bite my lip numerous times when I found myself on the verge of offering to take the puppy out, or hand the puppy to my mother, or help clean up a piddle spot. But I stood strong. Yes I did. And I even snickered when Mom stepped in an accident. Granted the accident was tiny - the puppy is tiny. But it's going to get bigger, mark my words. *evil grin

But you know, it's proven to me one thing. I've babied my mother in the past two years and I'm going to start not telling her "to go sit down, I'll do so and so", if she's good enough to get a puppy she's good enough to do other things. So this puppy might not be a good thing for Mom but it just might be a good thing for me.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

The Good

Ok, so I'm tired of going after jobs that tell me I'm not worth what I say I'm worth. Or, think they can get me for a song and a dance because I'm unemployed.

So...

I made up some business cards and went to a seminar in Dallas. Where I networked my ass off. I'm now home with not one but two dentists that I'm now doing billing for, plus a contract that I'm about to sign to do some contracting consulting work - about an extra 1500.00 a month.

seminar - 0.00
cards - 10.00
gas - 30.00
room - 69.00
re-employed - priceless

The Bad

My mother is 2 weeks out of hip surgery. My brother "surprises" her with a puppy while I was gone. Have Shitzu, half poodle. I told them I hope they were prepared for SIL to stay until puppy was potty trained because I wasn't taking that on, and I don't see how mom is going to do it. Idjits.

The Ugly (in a cute sort a way)

The puppy. It is cute, but I'm not going to admit it. I'm staying far away until they figure out that Tummy's NOT giving in. As eldest and closest I get the majority of the mom and dad problems - but they've created this one - and I'm not stepping in to fix it this time.

*stretch, groan

I still haven't been able to get the kinks out from sleeping on a hospital cot for 3 nights. I tried to entice Rob to play Naughty Masseuse lastnight, but he guessed that my nefarious plan was to fall asleep about an hour into it. *grin He did just get back from helping my brother put a new rear-end into his truck, so I'll give him some slack on not falling for it.

Mom has two new hip now - yippee. One thing I've learned over the past few years - be kind to your joints, especially you hips and knees! Although, after going to rehab with her I think I'd rather get a hip than a knee. I felt sorry for all the knee people. Mom was the only hippy in the group, I think they were all envious.

I'm enjoying the cooler non-mowing weather. It gets a little warm during the day and then chilly at night. Makes October my favorite month of the year.

I have a VW Beetle that has that crap called Soft Touch on the doors and dash. Now that she's getting a bit older, those are the areas that's starting to show her age. So I cruised around the web and found that plain old rubbing alcohol will take it off without hurting the plastic underneath. Well that and a LOT of elbow grease. She's slowly starting to look better.

With Mom's surgery and my MIL just having her knee replaced 3 weeks ago I've offered to make all the side dishes for Thanksgiving. We'll take dinner over to my Mom's early in the day and then go over to MIL's late that afternoon. I'm going to try very hard not to get frazzled and stay in a positive place.

Ok - that's about all the rambling thoughts I have right now.