Exciting News From TN
So, I almost died the other day. No really, it's true. I had to pull the scuff plates off of the bottom of the truck to find out where this massive leak of antifreeze was coming from. So RC, is pulling the truck up onto the ramps for us to get on under it and so I am standing in front of the truck to make sure I can tell him when to stop. O.K. first off, for those of you who don't know this already, do not stand in front of moving vehicles. The momentum that it took to get the truck over the little hump at the top of the ramp took it staight over the front of the ramp so the back side of the ramps have lifted off of the ground and are diagonal to it. Atthat moment the truck came about six inches away from my face. My mom was screaming at me "Debra, you really don't need to be there right now", and that was about the only thing that snapped me out of the utter panic that was rushing through my body. So then we had to push on the truck to get it to go back into the little dip on the top on the ramps. I was shaking so badly for like ten minutes afterward. And even now whenever I think about it I get these weird little nervous giggles that pop out of my throat. I was truly terrified, and truly stupid. Just in case you missed it the first time, do not stand in front of moving vehicles. My brother-in-law asked me if I had learned anything from that encounter, my response was, do not stand in front of moving vehicles. In other news today, I have almost completely gotten the boxes put where they need to go. There is still one small issue having to do with the room that my sister always stays in when she visits, but hopefully I will have it all cleaned up by the time she visits again.
And I learned how to french braid my own hair! But I can only do it the backwards way.
RC is at a concert tonight so that he can have an interview sort of thing with a band to see if they want him as their new drummer. Right now said band is just using a gun-for-hire kind of drummer.
Breaking news just in! My dog has disgusting gas. My cat hates my mom's miniature daschund. My dad tells me he has no idea what sex is. Oh yeah, that is believable! Um, how am I here then?
I am just full of all kinds of interesting (and informative) information tonight.
Our mobo crashed just about immediately when we got up here, so that has been replaced along with the CPU and the fan and memory. Now one of our millions of hard drives keeps failing diagnostics and I can't access my pictures. It is all very frustrating.
A couple of days ago we had some really bad hail at about midnight and I thought I was going to die. I woke up to this massive sound, that was all it really was, just great excesses of sound coming from everywhere. The house was shaking (on the second floor at least). And I looked out the windows to see "It's a world of water! No! Oh my gosh, that's hail!" I believe that was just about exactly what I said to a groggy RC who had awakened to me standing on the bed to get a better look out of the window. Now my mom has a bowl of hail in the fridge. It was a little bigger than pea sized. There was just so much of it. It hailed for almost ten or fifteen minutes straight, really hard. There were piles of it laying stacked up all over the place.
That is all of the really interesting stuff that has happened.
Oh, yes. I have also realized that all of that complaining I did the other day was stupid, and I apologize to those of you who had to read it. I was just being whiney.
The Lament of Me
I apologize to all who check in on me regularly that my blog has not quite been very interesting at all lately. I have been pretty busy, and Squishy's naps have been getting all screwed up. So even though I am enjoying being back to my normal ole day job (being a mom in the house alone with the child), I still have to work on cleaning up all these boxes. I don't seem to be getting anywhere, especially considering I have to orchestrate it in such a way that I do it when he is napping because he just wants me, me and more me during his awake times and when I am shuffling boxes around while he is asleep it wakes him up. So, I am really stuck in a trying-to-do-everything-but-not-getting-anything-accomplished sort of limbo.
As far as the rest of my life goes; the blazer is dead again (yeah, it was about time for that to happen), I didn't see my husband at all yesterday (he was "at work" until one in the morning), I feel like everyone thinks I am a slacker because nothing appears to be getting done (and because of the major obvious "I AM LIVING WITH MY PARENTS" steroetype moocher image that people have so casually thrown upon me {hey, it was either this or live under a bridge, not a good thing to do when you have a baby}). And do you guys really want to know what I want to do, I mean really really? I want RC to be the stay at home parent and me go and find a job. Because since I am not getting anything done anyhow, it really wouldn't change if RC were at home instead of me. I know that sounds really pretty harsh, and I appluad his efforts to find what he calls "a more substantial income" sort of job, and I
do appreciate everything else he does that is "for the family", but he wouldn't last a work week alone with the Squish. Or well, it can sort of be pinned on me the other way around. I am not entirely certain I could spend that much time
away from my sweet little baby. Oh well. So I am scewed either way, on one hand I am a stay-at-home mom (which really is a job, contrary to popular male beliefs), and on the other I could be a go-to-work-at-six-in-the-morning working lady and miss the annoying little bits of my life that are firmly cemented in my daily routine. Alas, I seriously feel for those of you out there with more children than I. All I can say to you is "BRAVO, you are doing marvelously!" Especially since just one is more than enough for me!
The Most Annoying Sound in the World
RC got his guitar in (finally is what he says, oh for heaven's sake is what I say). Right now he is trying to tune it, and it sounds bloody terrible.
Life right now is alright. I still have lots of work to do, cleaning up the house more and getting all of the spare boxes out to the storage unit. I finally got the extra boxes out of our bedroom, now I need to focus on the dining room.
Disappointment
I am sorry that I have been neglecting my blog lately. I have been very busy trying to clean up the mess we have created at my parents. I wanted to get everything mostly cleaned up by the time my dad got home yesterday, and I did. I thought that I had done a very good job of reorganizing things and getting boxes and excess stuff put into the storage compartment. I was really excited that he would be coming home and that I would get to see him. And he shot it all down in less than a minute. He didn't say anything specific, he just gave me that look that I have seen so many times over the years; the "it's just not good enough" look. You know that look of utter disappointment in every aspect of your life. I really thought that for once he could look at something I had done and for once not tell me that I don't meet his standards for my life. It is so disheartening. I have done so much this past week, the only way that I could really get as much done as I did was to have RC look after the squish every moment of every day. I have worked my so hard, and it seems now like I only did it to gain that one small bit of approval that I have never recieved. And now it seems as if I will still never see it.
I would just like to tell everyone that RC has got this annoying habit of posting on my blog with out telling me. So if anyone sees something that looks totally un-me then it was him.
Well, we made it. We got here at about five thirty. We quickly unloaded the car from it's carrier and unloaded the stuff we had put into the blazer and then we showered. RC and Squishy are sleeping now. Just wanted to let everyone know we aren't dead.
And a great big apology to Roo, I am sorry we couldn't come to the party but as you can see we were already pretty gone, mentally,by the end of this fiasco.
That is all. I am going to eat some more breakfast now that I have officially been awake for twenty four hours.
Moving Woes
Ok. I know we only have like ten hours left until we move but it seems like everything is going against us. I have been packing all morning while RC went and got the rest of the money out of the bank. I was doing pretty good because he took Squishy with him, so I didn't have any distractions. Then when RC got home maybe forty five minutes ago, he got the blazer stuck in the muddy ditch. I know it was an accident, but it just seems like everything is working to make us give up. I am very stressed out right now. The truck is still in the ditch, and we don't particularly forsee any way of getting it out. So what does this mean for our moving plans? How the heck should I know? I am about on the verge of just sitting down and crying in my frustration. But I don't have enought ime for that. So, I will keep on packing and forget about myself for now.
Arrrggggggg
Well. N came and checked out the mattresses, and (yay!) he is going to get them and probably the sleeper sofa and possibly the bedroom suite. So the tally for things claimed for the moving sale is now: microwave, dresser, mattresses, couch, sleeper sofa, and possibly the bedroom suite. Yay! That is almost everything, except for the appliances. I am feeling a bit better. I am hardly coughing at all. I am pretty stuffy still and I have had a headache from Hades all day, but I am feeling at least a bit better. Squishy had a rough day today. He has thrown up at least once every day since he first got the bug, and today he threw up his meds. He really has been having it tough. But he is a trooper. He is getting back to normal. Today he even got to flirt when J and N came to look at the mattresses, since J is such a cute girl. I really hope they get the whole suite along with the mattresses and sofa. They are getting married in May so they will need all the cheap furniture they can get. I am getting to the very edge of this vast chasm that is the moving day. It will swallow me whole before long. Tomorrow we pick up the truck. At least this time we will have it for more than a day before we leave. Last time it was like "Ok, just throw everything in as fast as you can and let's jet." This time we will have lots ( not plenty and probably not enough) of time to do it with out killing ourselves from rushing so much. Roo, could you possibly bring a grill tomorrow? And I can deliver the dresser tomorrow while you are at work, if you don't mind it sitting on your porch for a little while.L, could you possibly bring Apples to Apples tomorrow?
Updates and the crud
I have been feeling pretty crappy ever since RC brought home the bug last Thursday. The bug I am referring to is whatever abominable illness followed him like a little lost puppy. I finally went to the doctor today and found out I have a really bad upper respiratory infection (translation: a bad cold). I got some happy z-pac and happy (but nasty tasting) cough syrup. So, maybe this awful crud will finally go away. The N never came by tonight to check out the mattresses he said he wanted. But M bought the couch! Yay! She made a down payment on it with a roll of quarters (hey, it is still money). Squishy is doing much better, but he wakes himself up in the middle of the night coughing. This really sucks, because I have to then get up and go comfort him because he starts crying because he is still so tired.
Roo, I can still deliver the dresser to you, if you want it. It is in pretty good shape. I have only used it to keep extra fabric in. So maybe that means that it was meant for you.
It's A Moving Party!!!!
Hey Everyone! Friday we’re loading up the moving truck and we’ve got A LOT of food to get rid of, so we’re gonna cook it all up and anyone that comes to help pack and load the truck gets FREE FOOD!!!! What other excuse do you need to come eat FREE FOOD, I mean, we are all Baptist, right? There’ll be steak, chicken, turkey-burgers and anything else you may wanna bring. Just someone remember to bring the grill and charcoal, ours is packed and in TN already.
-RC
Update on moving sale...
Ok, so far I believe the microwave, dresser, and mattress set have been claimed. But everything else is still adoptable, and in need of a good home with kind owners.
News
Last Friday, RC stayed home from his last day of work because he was feeling crappy. Then on Saturday Squishy started acting crabbier than normal. At four o'clock on Sunday morning he woke us up bawling with a temperature of 103.9. We called the doctor and she said to give him some tylenol and bathe him in lukewarm water for twenty minutes then dress him lightly and wait twenty minutes and take his temperature again. By the time all of that was done his temperature had gone down to 101.5. When we woke up later in the day, about nine something, we called the doctor and got an appointment for eleven thirty. The nurse took his temperature and it had gone back up to 103.5. She then attemtped to administer advil to get his temp back down, but he threw it up. So he got violated with a suppository. They did the flu test and it came back positive. So, we went and got his prescription, and by Monday morning he was acting pretty normal again. He has not had a high temperature since Sunday night and he is being much more playful now. On Sunday, he looked like death warmed over. HIs eyes were all red and droopy, it was so pitiful. All he wanted to do was cuddle. He drooled alot more than normal to. Every time he coughs (which is alot) he whines alot though, because his throat is still so ragged. On Saturday, I started feeling a kind of scratchy-ness in my throat also. Yesterday, my voice was really hoarse, and today I am finally starting to expectorate some of the fluids from my lungs. By the end of the week we should be all better. The only thing that really stinks is that my mom and sister and niece and nephew were here for the weekend so now they are going to go home and infect all of their other family members. We got lots of stuff packed up, thanks to my slave drivers that were visiting. So now, I don't have the whole house to pack on my own, only part of it. I really hope that most of those things that we want to sell get sold. We should have started thinking about that sooner though.
Something keeps pounding, and I can't figure out what it is. It is something outside. Almost like some place is doing some blasting for construction. But it keeps happening and it is getting on my nerves.
