MOVING SALE!!!
Amana BX21 Refrigerator. Bottom freezer, built in ice-maker. $300
GE Select Stove. Electric, flat top, self cleaning, digital display. $300
GE Eterna Washer/Dryer. Large capacity, electric. $300
Queen Size Sleeper Sofa. $200
Regular Sofa. $25
Queen Size Bedroom Suit. Queen size bed with head/footboard, night stand, tall boy and dresser w/ mirror. $500
Queen size mattress set w/ extra mattress. $100
Microwave. $FREE$
Dresser. $25
So, I am hoping that with a reply that I made some air has been cleared.
Right now, RC, squishy and myself have colds, and it sucks. Squish coughs all the time and he will bawl after coughing because of the painful scratchy throat that he and I have. RC, luckily, is on the path toward the mend, but squish and I are only a day into the symptoms.
BTW: A big SORRY to L. I didn't know that they wanted to go to the zoo the first whole day that they were here. I am sorry for contacting you to late. I hope you don't hate me for it. If you want, we could possibly go sometime next week. Mom and Sis leave on Tuesday. Or maybe, if RC can get someone to help with packing the truck on Friday, we could go then.
So, right now I feel like I am drowning. Have you ever felt so utterly helpless? Yeah, that is how I feel right now. I really thought that for once in my life I may have done something that would last. But, I don't know. My highschool english teacher said that whenever you say "I don't know", it just means you don't want to think about it. That is certainly true right now, because the only conclusion that I can come to is that I have outgrown my usefulness, and I don't want to think that. That was all my friends did in highschool, they just used me. They needed someone who was totally uncool to hang out with them so that they would look cooler/smarter/prettier/better. All I feel is that there is nothing I can do to make anything better. RC has lost his job, his last day to work was yesterday. Now he has a job waiting for him in Nashville, and I am the bad guy. I just feel like I want to numb my brain. I just want to leave this reality. I am so confused and hurt. I just don't want to think at all.
Empowerment!
Today has been a big boost for me. To start off, my neighbor stopped by to borrow the phone (and I always love chatting with her because she is always so outgoing, and she told me I was becoming radical) and so we talked when she kept getting put on hold. After that squishy woke up so I had the daily mommy stuff to do. I had to call the dentist to get my six month appointment and they had to do some schedule shifting to get us in before our insurance runs out. Then when M came by for the second time I got a call from RC reminding me about canceling our Sprint service. After M left, I finally got on the phone about the Sprint (because I have been putting it off for more than a month). I was on the phone for more than an hour between talking to people, to being on hold, to talking to their supervisors, to being on hold, to talking to someone else, then being on hold, then talking to their supervisors, until finally I had talked the bill down from about five hundred dollars plus a cancellation of service fee, to two hundred something dollars and no cancellation fee. I was very tactful (which is totally not in my character), and I didn't rant or get emotional. I simply told them how it was going to be and they did it my way. YAY!!!!!!!!!!! I am pumped with a feminine sense of achievement! I feel like I could climb Mt. Everest right now, or swim the deepest ocean, or like go through the checkout line with a box of tampons and not blush and look away! Like I could do some of those jumping from treetop to treetop stunts from Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. I am empowered! Climb every mountain, ford every stream la la la-la-la, dum da la-la-la! Ok, so I don't remember all of the words, give me a break.
Flaming Hair
Oh yes, I had forgotten to tell what my hair looks like now. The only way I can really describe it is by saying it is like flames. It is bleach blond at the roots and it gradually fades down to bright reddish-pink! I think it is beautiful. It almost looks fake because of how bright it is! I think that Roo is brilliant. She was the visionary for the beautiful hair creations that occured. If this link (to see the wondeful flames) doesn't work then I will have to figure out how to post pics on the blog.
Woo-Hoo
Oh happy dying! Last night was the dying party with all of my girlies. L ended up with tri-colored hair, Roo just got a little redness underneath all of her vuluptuous ringlets, M got her conservative low lights and reds lights (so that she will keep her job), Maebeline got hers all over on top red and underneath blackness, and Em just watched the antics. What a wonderfully girly evening! We watched Napolean Dynamite (as usual) and played apples (as usual). MMmm! Hush puppies! More later.
Update
Ok, so Rc got a call today asking if he would stay on for an extra week to help the guy from the Nat'l Guard refresh himself to all of the workings. So that means two things; his final day will be the twenty-fifth, and he will be getting two more full paychecks (one coming Wednesday of next week and the other two weeks after that). So major praise on that. Now we will actually be able to afford rent for the month. Greeting to my LoriWick yahoo group peeps! I am so happy you would check this out! I know if you read back into the archives a bit you will probably think I am pretty weird, but that just seems to be what comes most naturally.
Dog Vomit and the National Guard
My dog threw up twice today. I got it cleaned up though, and now my shoulders are stiff from all of the scrubbing. But about the National Guard; RC started this job as a fill-in for a guy who is in the Nat'l Guard. He was called into active duty, so RC took up the reins. Now Nat'l Guard guy has returned from duty and, as of Friday the 18th (tomorrow, for those of you who don't pay attention to the calendar like me), RC no longer has a job. He has talked a little with some people around the plant and some others who he has worked with in the past and here are some helpful things that have been offered: a man who came down from Michigan said that he would see if he could get RC a job at the plant that he is running right now (the problem: it is in AL); some guy from the plant RC is at now said he has some contract work coming up in March or April but it would only be for a week (the problem: it is only a week, and RC will have been unemployed for a month or more by the time that work comes up); the final one is that the plant he is at right now isn't sure if they want someone who has been gone for so long to start up all by himself after being "out of practice" for so long (the problem: no idea how long that would be, plus the fact that this is only speculation right now). So now you see the dilemna. The major thing on my mind is the last time something like this happened it was really easy to get through because of two things; another job popped up very quickly, and we were just a couple then (we did not have our precious squish then). So the top priorities on my to-do list are; apply for WIC, and make sure RC files for unemployment, closely following those are; go to dentist and lady doctor while we still have insurance. To tell every body the truth, I want to move, but I don't. I want to move on my own terms, but I know that won't happen, because I am just being selfish and essentially telling God what to do. So, the main prayers that I am in need of is being able to accept (cheerfully) what God has planned for us, and not being pushy about it, and also having an idea of what we are supposed to do. I know whatever is going to happen is going to be what God wants to happen, but I need to remind myself of that often. I know what I want to happen, but I can think of pro's and con's for that most desired route.
Lots of developements have occurred since last night, ladies. I appears that the likelyhood of our remaining in this state is dwindling. In plainer text, we will probably be moving soon, unless RC can find some other job down here.
Woo-Hoo! So many exciting (for good and not good) stuff happeneth. Much fun was had at the major partaay at Roo and Niza's, and much good food cooked by yours truly's hubby plus the yummy rice made by Roo herself. I think my most favorite moments were: the threading, Apples to Apples, and Roo playing the piano. Last night, after church L, RC, and I went out to eat (others came but they didn't stay for the sparks). We had a wonderful conversation, and RC tried as hard as he could to be an invisible turtle. Then the conversation tried to continue once we got home, but half of the people in it just wanted to hide. So, hopefully stuff that is good will come from it. Like that made much sense.I have decided that since I don't think I have ever done anything for Lent, I will do something this year. I have sworn off anime for the forty days of Lent, granted there are thiry five days left. I have decided whenever I am just desperate for entertainment I will read Kings or one of the (more interesting-almost like fiction) books of the bible. So far I am really trying to make this something that really means something, if that made any sense. You know for alot of people Lent is just something that they say "oh yeah, I will give up... um... underwater basket weaving" which doesn't matter because it isn't something that they do all that much anyway. Like if I said, I am going to give up smoking or drinking for forty days it wouldn't matter because I don't do either of those. Now anime, on the other hand, is something that I partake of in excess. That is why I felt it would be more meaningful for me to make my solemn vow in abstaining from anime for the Lenten season. I know this is something that will be difficult for me, and that I will have to throw myself into other things in order to keep my mind off of it. But isn't that what it is supposed to be about? I know I can do it, but not on my own.
This is my comment to mistic_mommy's post about pregnancy and stuff. I put it on my blog because I didn't think that my mom would go over to L's to read it, and I wanted her to. :)
I have read that the primary time for getting pregnant only occurs occasionaly, like once a month for about three days. So, it makes since that even though you do the deed on a regular basis, you are just not doing it under the "ideal conditions" (i.e. postioning, time, state of mind, etc.) and that is why you have not gotten pregnant. I am not saying that to get pregnant you have to do it at three o'clock in the afternoon, the third day before your period starts, in the missionary postion, and you have to have consumed enough mango margaritas (but not enough to induce a coma), I am just saying that if it isn't God's timing for it then it won't happen. I know a couple who tried for like four months and they used the little special fertility monitor and all. But they did it like three times a day and it still took them a really long time. Neither were infertile or anything it just wasn't happening yet. I know another couple who tried for several years trying fertility drugs, artificial insemenation and all in all spending lots of money with the only results being alot of depresson and grief from several miscarriages. There is also another couple who got pregnant without knowing it (like me) and they now have the most adorable little family that is perfectly balanced with a daddy, a mommy, a little girl (who is gorgeous), and a handsome fresh little boy. The lesson in this, God will give you a child when he wants you to have it, not when you want to have it. Point in case being my own pregnancy. We didn't even know for like almost four months. We were dirt poor, just moved to a strange (and I mean crazy wierd new) place far away from family, and trying to cope with all of the curveballs throw our way. The thing that I am getting at is God won't give you more than you can handle, you just have to work with Him on it and not try to do it all on your own. That is when people start 'thinking' it is more than they can handle. My mom and dad never used birth control and managed to have four girls quite evenly spaced with two eighteen month intervals and one at twenty-one months. I know another lady who did the same thing, she has four kids that are about eighteen months apart each and they never used birth control. The whole deal is that you have to trust in God's will as being soveriegn. You can't give Him your ideas and say "This is how I want my life, now you do it for me." That is not how it works. We would like to get pregnant again in about three months, but if it doesn't happen until later (or not at all) I am not going to get all distraught about it (not permenantly at least, hopefully).
So, now that I go back and read her blog again, I realize that this isn't exactly a comment about the post so much as a comment about the comments.
Scary, eek!
Something that I have noticed that is interesting and humorous about myself: I hate scary movies, but I love to read the classic horror novels. Just recently I have read The Hound of the Baskervilles, The Phantom of the Opera, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, The Invisible Man (ok so that isn't particularly a horror, but it is a classic, and a man gets beaten to death), and Dracula. I also love all of Bradbury's writings, in all of their terrific and horrific glory. I think also that I love too passionately. Take for instance all of my favorite hobbies and pastimes; once I pick up a book, I devour it in less than a day, or if I start watching an anime series then I don't stop until it is done. I can't take things slowly, like one chapter or episode a day. I have to finish as quickly as possible. Maybe it is just that I am addicted to fiction. I don't think I could even count the number of non-fiction books that I have read on a single hand, in fact only a single finger. I read a book about Chernobyl when I was in the tenth grade for a paper (which was one of my best but I only got a ninety-five on it because I wrote on both the front and the back of the paper, stupid Coach Ash, it was genius! Genius I say!). But I don't really think that that counts, simply because it was required. Yes, it is just fiction that I desire, that I crave. My life cannot work unless I can use my imagination to think up the wonderful scenes that occur in the hidden recesses of fictional works. Such as one particular trilogy of books, The Darkchild Trilogy by Sydney Van Scyoc. If only I could draw I would pencil that fabulous work of science fiction into a riot of color and panopoly of melodramatic scenes. When I read those books I can see every tiny detail, from where Darkchild reaches for the locked doors of his mind, to where Reyna twirls in the sunlight over the forest of a distant planet with Juaren. Every single tiny detail is etched into my brain with accute detail. I suppose that means I dream too much. But I truly do love fiction. The catalyst that spawned this whole line of thinking was the fact that I told a dear friend that I would try to create a "vampire" choker for her, so I consented to buying the movie Underworld (a stirring Romeo and Juliet-esque film with far too much carnage). I also sat through the entire film simply to see said choker. Where upon ending the film I turned and said to my husband, "That it is a lovely romance, but there was far too much...*stutter haltingly*.. blood and flying guts and ickyness." At the time I couldn't remember the word carnage. I just really don't want to see stuff like that. With the whole blood squirting and guts hanging out action, that just doesn't make me feel very good, especially if I have eaten recently. In fact just seeing someone get punched and the whole after effect isn't particularly to my liking. That fact can be blamed solely on an incident that occurred when I was in high school. You will have to ask me about it because I simply do not feel like going into right now, especially after mentally reliving it. *shudders* I now desire to go to bed, however I can tell you that when I lay down and close my eyes, it will not be to see lovely scenes of flowering foliage or the loving faces of my husband and son, instead I will be haunted by the tainting scenes of mass destruction and... and... and icky, *blech* nastiness. And that is why I don't like scary movies, so there.
So, the church will be meeting after all...
So, the church will be meeting after all. Yay!
I am now in a dilemna though. We have been feeding squishy baby food because he is a baby and all that, but now he will open his mouth whenever you put something up to it. The dilemna is this: what can I put into his mouth other than just pre-processed baby foods? He can chew, and he can drink from his sippy cup, I just don't know what else I can give him. Any suggestions from all you other more experienced parents would be helpful (all two of you). I want to move on to the next step, or at least be a step closer to him feeding himself. About all I have really tried is cheerios and fruit puffs (an over priced brand name cereal essentially). So, I just need a few hints, that's all.
O.K. on to other stuff. Em, did you see the Phantom of the Opera yet? I was just wondering how it was. Roo, do you still need Photoshop? I have a spare disc, give me a call. RC, are you going to respond or not? Sheesh, it's like talking to somebody who has walked away from their desk and not turned on the away message (for obvious reasons).
Exciting news for people in the know! My mom and sister and niece and nephew are coming to visit this month! It will bee the Thursday before the last Saturday until the first of March. Yay!! I am so excited. I haven't seen any of my family since Thanksgiving. I hate living so far away. But then when I talk like that RC says "we never should have moved, we never should use electric appliances, we never should go out of doors." And all that sort of stuff. Welp, I am starving.
Hasty Assumptions
So, I am really good at making hasty assumptions for the worst. But I still think guys who fawn over football are stupid. A point of reference: Today, while innocently taking my animals to the vet for their annual shots, the vet comments on my son's wardrobe (he was wearing a maroon and white shirt), "At least he's wearing the right colors." I wanted to scream at him, but I thought he may make me pay more. Do I really look or act like the kind of person who would submit my child to that kind of low life dribble? I am not going to dress him in any team clothes (unless they are given to me for free, or if they are Titans or Preds because you gotta support the home team whether you like them or not except for the Cats). So, hasty assumptions being made by all. If it were my choice, he would wear nothing but things that match his eyes. But I am just a silly mom, with silly ideas about being silly. Blah blah blah. idiot
Another point in case: yeah, guys are dumb, maybe not most of the time, but definitely some of it. But women who are pregnant are, too. I can say this from experience (note: the hot dog wrapper incident). And I plan on doing this again in a few months, what crack am I on? idiot
So, I have not specifically named anything that RC has done that was stupid, but he doesn't care about football, so my current issue is not with him. And all you other men out there who don't like football are not under my wrath either, so you are not included in the stupid men category.
So back to the subject of this, when you assume, you make an ass out of you and me, as my father says.
Stupid men and your stupid football
I know lot has happened since I last posted. One of those things being a superbly fun girly night. But for some reason no muse moves me to do much of anything. I feel like nothing is happening in life right now, but I know there is actually quite a bit going on. So a week and a few days ago was my four year anniversary, and then a few days after that was RC's birthday. I have laughed. I have cried. I have read The Lord of the Rings trilogy for the twenty somethingth time. I have confessed my addiction to anime and requested prayer for it, and do nothing about it myself. I am currently sort of angry at the church body right now because word throught the grapevine comes saying no meeting on sunday because of the superbowl. What about people like me who could not care less about football? It is such a trivial and passing thing. I want to here profound words of inspiration. I want to feel the movement of the holy spirit. I don't want to sit at home bored because the only thing happening is the super bowl. that is so stupid. I am so sick of these retarded men and their retarded need to see sweaty men who only got through college because they run people down on the field. You dumb people. Why would you put something like that over the time you could be spending in God's presence?
