Tidying Up

I’m tidying up my week. This doesn’t happen often, as I don’t like to tidy anything. Ask my kids. They’ll tell you. Tidy = boring = not me.

I just want to say first off, WHEW! Aren’t we all relieved that little boy is safe and sound and back with his loved ones? Some people really aren’t meant to be parents and when they go all off the deep end like that, it can be very very scary. Some day I’ll tell you about my experience with bizarre family members. (Yes, it gets worse than what I’ve already told you!)

Next, thank you all for the kind support in my CRS (can’t remember shit) disease. I’m sure it is just a phase and I’ll be right as rain sometime soon. If not, Em has her instructions.

As far as the ETITTTS (everything I touch turns to shit), well, it’s improving somewhat. The part came for the printer and it’s whirring away even as we speak. I’ve ordered a new fax machine that Staples is kind enough to be delivering to my door on Monday, and I’ve promised not to touch anything when I come to your blog homes to visit. I’ve found the last few days I’ve brought numerous cases of bad luck along with me and I’ll be more careful. I’ll wear gloves. I’ll keep my hands in my pockets a-la crime scene investigators. I’ll try not to breathe. If that’s not good enough, I may have to stay away for awhile. I’d really hate to do that, so we’ll try this first.

In the good news department, the smoke detectors haven’t gone off again once. I haven’t seen The Boy on the roads, and YS is racing again tomorrow night – the one that got postponed from last weekend. Wish him well!

Oh, and lastly… I’m still awake! Whoot!

Friday Links

Some nice people to check out – Remember to tell ’em Sue sent you. Then they can give you that blank look and say, Sue who? It’s worth it just to see the look. Trust me.

For something to laugh at – a lot – go see the people at You Knit What?? These people are a stitch (oooo…bad pun).

For more fun, try Overheard in New York and Overheard in the Office. They’ll leave you rolling on the floor. Who says real life isn’t funny…or absurd…or just plain nuts?

Manda is dipping her toe in the water over at Curious Are We. Just a beginner, but go over and tell her mom says “hi“. (Yes, you understood correctly – this is my no.1 daughter. I’m so *sniff* proud… now both my daughters are following in their mothers’ footsteps. Who’da thunk?)

PlazaJen is another midwesterner. Us “mid-country” people gotta stick together! I haven’t caught up with all her archives, but what I’ve read has been amusing and interesting.

Followed a link of Grumpy Bunny’s and found Kristin at Observations and Whatever. Some more good reading.

You probably already know Brian’s lovely wife, but I recently found her at Sheets and Blankets. I’ve got some catching up to do there, also. Damn! Why does this four-letter word called “WORK” always get in the way???

Another beginner (that I happen to have a vested interest in) is the Lazy Fat Engineer. I’m beginning to believe the first part. I always knew about the last part. The middle part, well, let’s put it this way – the only way this guy is going to be fat is if a 500 lb whale sat on his head and squished him. He’s a beanpole. But a nice beanpole. Maybe if we all go over and get on his case he’ll get busy…! He’s been a little slow getting started, despite his lovely wife and MIL prodding him…

Finally, go see flea at One Good Thing. I’ve just found this one through Michelle and it’s hit a nerve.

Okay, that’s it for this week. It seems like a lot, but some of them don’t have many entries yet (you know who you are.)

P.S. I just added a new one. I Wasn’t Always Like This. After the past couple of posts, you, too, may feel that you would like to know these people!

Oh Hubby!

Last night my wonderful, kind, loving husband told me he was going to truck grain to an elevator several miles away and wanted to get an early start so he wouldn’t have to wait in line. He told me he was setting his alarm for 5 o’clock a.m. Fine. I figure, pups usually are up by then so it’s no biggie.

Knowing the fields have probably dried off enough for them to go back to combining corn today, I even made the sandwiches for the lunches last night so I wouldn’t be stumbling around half awake this morning doing that. I was so organized I scared myself.

What time are we up this morning? Wait for it…. 3 a.m. Uh-huh. Why? Just because he woke up. Oh, he was trying to be quiet. Something you have to know about my Hubby. He is hard of hearing in one ear from all his Navy years in the boiler room on a ship. The other ear isn’t a whole lot better. Three things he cannot do: sing (okay, he can sing but is very off-key), whisper, and be quiet. He tries, God bless his soul… he just can’t tell how much noise he’s really making.

Now the pups are stirring. At. Three o’clock.

I’m outside in the 50-degree darkness staring at the big dipper as the pups race madly around the yard growling and barking and chasing each other having just a wheee of a time.

I’m back inside. I’m cold. I’m wide awake. Hubby is sitting in front of the fireplace, his coffee brewing, dressed, watching TV, and apologizing. It does no good, hon… not at this hour of the morning.

I pack up the lunches for him to take. He leaves shortly afterwards.

I go back to bed and stare at the ceiling for all of 10 minutes before deciding this is stupid and get out my book. Finally, about 4:30 I fall back asleep. Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that at 5 o’clock Hubby’s alarm clock went off. Bless his little heart, he remembered to turn it off – otherwise I may have had to kill him.

Still and all, I’m at work at 7, freshly showered, shampooed, blown-dry, painted up, and clothed. Staring at my computer and trying to figure out where I put the toothpicks that I’m going to need to prop up my eyelids later today…

A Plea For Help

A new friend, BTude, has sent me a link and asked me to share it. I’ve read the post and feel it deserves some attention. Please, folks, take a minute away from all MY whining and take a peek at this link. See if you can help.

I’m also going to add Kim’s site to my links so you can get there from here at any time and check on things. If we get this out to enough people, maybe we can make a difference.


I’m Losing My Sense of Humor

Okay, whichever one of you is doing it, stop it. Stop it now. (It’s probably BIL and family, but I can’t prove it.) One of you is jinxing me big-time and I’ve had about all I can handle right now. No, it’s not the big things like hurricanes or ‘naders or floods or drought or famine. It’s the little things that add up to huge annoyances.

First there was the “I’m losing my stuff as well as my mind” incident. No, Manda, no matter what you say it was NOT Snobby. I grilled her and she denied it.

Then, my printer at work decided yesterday that it was tired and needed a rest. I’m assuming that’s what it decided because it stopped dead in it’s tracks between printing two documents. WTF? No error messages, no nothing. (Yes, smartass – I heard that – it is plugged in.) Now we’ve tried everything under the sun and they’re sending a part that the printer says it doesn’t need yet, but we’re thinking maybe it’s not really sure if it needs it or not and we’re gonna give it to it and see if that does the trick. I’m figuring about tomorrow we’ll have to call in a repair person, but what do I know? I know I have 1000 documents to print – and that’s just this week. I don’t need this.

Home. Last night. Getting ready to take care of some farm business. Faxing a document into the government office for one of those subsidies that makes all us farmers rich. (If you really believe that, please slam your forehead into the wall several times for me, ‘kay?) I have a not-so-new-not-so-old fax machine. That.Didn’t.Work. Yep. You heard me. Damnit! Everything I touch these days turns to shit! Thank goodness I could bring my document to work and fax it this morning, but this isn’t an acceptable situation. Now on top of being busier than a one-armed paper hanger (Oh, shut up, I’ve told you I’m NOT p.c.) I’ve got to go buy a new fax machine.

In case you haven’t understood, what I’m saying is “I’ve had enough fun for now, please quit messin’ with me.” I’d really appreciate it.

Reading Rainbow

I got this from SFTR, and just couldn’t help but see which ones I’ve read.

The one’s I’ve read are in purple:

Scary Stories (Series) by Alvin Schwartz
Daddy’s Roommate by Michael Willhoite

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
Harry Potter (Series) by J.K. Rowling (I’ve read a couple of them)
Forever by Judy Blume
Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson
Alice (Series) by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor

Heather Has Two Mommies by Leslea Newman
My Brother Sam is Dead by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier
The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
The Giver by Lois Lowry
It’s Perfectly Normal by Robie Harris
Goosebumps (Series) by R.L. Stine
A Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Newton Peck
The Color Purple by Alice Walker
Sex by Madonna
Earth’s Children (Series) by Jean M. Auel
The Great Gilly Hopkins by Katherine Paterson
A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle
Go Ask Alice by Anonymous
Fallen Angels by Walter Dean Myers
In the Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendak
The Stupids (Series) by Harry Allard
The Witches by Roald Dahl
The New Joy of Gay Sex by Charles Silverstein
Anastasia Krupnik (Series) by Lois Lowry
The Goats by Brock Cole
Kaffir Boy by Mark Mathabane

Blubber by Judy Blume
Killing Mr. Griffin by Lois Duncan
Halloween ABC by Eve Merriam
We All Fall Down by Robert Cormier
Final Exit by Derek Humphry
The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George
The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison
What’s Happening to my Body? Book for Girls: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents & Daughters by Lynda Madaras
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Beloved by Toni Morrison
The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton
The Pigman by Paul Zindel
Bumps in the Night by Harry Allard

Deenie by Judy Blume
Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes
Annie on my Mind by Nancy Garden
The Boy Who Lost His Face by Louis Sachar
Cross Your Fingers, Spit in Your Hat by Alvin Schwartz

A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
Sleeping Beauty Trilogy by A.N. Roquelaure (Anne Rice)
Asking About Sex and Growing Up by Joanna Cole
Cujo by Stephen King
James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl
The Anarchist Cookbook by William Powell
Boys and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy
Ordinary People by Judith Guest
American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis
What’s Happening to my Body? Book for Boys: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents & Sons by Lynda Madaras
Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume
Crazy Lady by Jane Conly
Athletic Shorts by Chris Crutcher
Fade by Robert Cormier
Guess What? by Mem Fox
The House of Spirits by Isabel Allende

The Face on the Milk Carton by Caroline Cooney
Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
Lord of the Flies by William Golding
Native Son by Richard Wright
Women on Top: How Real Life Has Changed Women’s Fantasies by Nancy Friday
Curses, Hexes and Spells by Daniel Cohen

Jack by A.M. Homes
Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolfo A. Anaya
Where Did I Come From? by Peter Mayle
Carrie by Stephen King
Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume
On My Honor by Marion Dane Bauer
Arizona Kid by Ron Koertge
Family Secrets by Norma Klein
Mommy Laid An Egg by Babette Cole

The Dead Zone by Stephen King
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison
Always Running by Luis Rodriguez
Private Parts by Howard Stern

Where’s Waldo? by Martin Hanford
Summer of My German Soldier by Bette Greene
Little Black Sambo by Helen Bannerman
Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett
Running Loose by Chris Crutcher
Sex Education by Jenny Davis
The Drowning of Stephen Jones by Bette Greene
Girls and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy
How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell
View from the Cherry Tree by Willo Davis Roberts
The Headless Cupid by Zilpha Keatley Snyder
The Terrorist by Caroline Cooney
Jump Ship to Freedom by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier

Wow… I didn’t read as many as I thought I would. That’s interesting…
Feel free to take the list and play~~

Beware The Boy

I’ve talked a lot some about my BIL and his children… “The Boys”. If you recall, a few days ago I was to attend a command performance of the older one turning the magical age of 16. I didn’t make it. (Oh. Darn.) I don’t know about your neck of the woods, but around here that only means one thing. Especially, but not exclusively, to boys. The Driver’s License.

Hubby called me awhile ago to inform me he saw this Boy-Driver on the road heading in the direction of Hubby’s shop. This can’t be a good thing. BIL has taken advantage of the shop since there has been a shop, and has continued on taking advantage even after FIL passed away and the shop became Hubby’s. It’s located at MIL’s house, but we pay all the utilities for the shop as well as her house as a form of rent on the building. Hubby has a hoist, as well as “more tools than God” and supplies up the ying-yang. (Technical term.) BIL thinks nothing of helping himself to whatever is there, without bothering to even offer to pay for the supplies he takes (not mentioning the water, electricity, etc.). This drives me up a wall.

That screw, nut, washer, can of oil, rag, papertowels, oil dry, carb cleaner, glass cleaner, car wash foam, you name it that you have used has been paid for by ME (the collective ME which means, Hubby and Myself). ME is the one who has to replace every. friggin’. thing. you. use. You think that is an insignificant bit of metal, that screw you just used or that lightbulb you just replaced or that fuse you just slipped into your vehicle. It may be to YOU, to ME it is M-O-N-E-Y.

Besides the use of equipment and parts and those things like water and electricity, you have no respect for the things you are using or the person to whom these things belong to. Do you ever ask if you can use the hoist? No, you just help yourself – or call and see if it’s going to be occupied without actually asking to use it.

Hubby tried to lock his toolbox once and BIL went to MIL and complained. Guess what? Yep, you guessed it. He changed the locks on the shop, too, but MIL had to have a key because she’s the owner. Not a week later, BIL had a key.

A big part of the frustration is BIL’s complete lack of attention to what his kids are doing when they come with (of course they come with! This is the greatest amusement park on the planet, doncha know? It’s THE FARM! Rides galore! Lots of things to rummage through and pilfer… did I say pilfer? Um…yes, yes I did, damnit.) Since they were little, BIL would bring them to the shop and look around and say, “oh, sure…go ahead and ride your bike all over the shop – don’t mind the $100,000 tractor sitting there… if you scratch it, I’m sure Uncle ___ won’t mind”

Once we had a new 4-wheeler sitting in the shop to demo. We hadn’t even decided if we were going to buy it yet (we use a 4-wheeler on the farm for spraying fencerows and various things – it’s a tool, not a toy). Hubby went to the shop after BIL and The Boys had been there and noticed tracks all over MIL’s yard. Goes into the shop and the 4-wheeler is exactly where he left it… but it had 20 miles on it! WTF!?!? Yes, the oldest boy had been riding it – with his father’s permission (BIL).

They wonder why we hate strongly dislike them on some days.

So, back to today. Hubby sees The Boy heading toward the shop. He’s pretty sure MIL isn’t around, he’s on the way to our house for something, and BIL isn’t around either. Wonder what The Boy is up to? Does he now feel since he’s driving that he is going to go to the shop to wash and work on and steal things for his vehicle too? I mean, what’s to stop him… he doesn’t have a very good track record with our family (remember Em’s run-in with him?).

Hubby calls me back. He decided to follow and see what was going on. He met The Boy coming back at a high rate of speed, sliding and skidding all over the gravel road. Hubby figured out that MIL must have been there and figured out The Boy shouldn’t have been, so shoo-ed him off. Now, that’s interesting… Hubby said he looked really mad – didn’t even wave. Figures the way he’s driving he may not have that license for long.

I can hardly wait… (yeah, Evil Aunt Sue… that’s me…)

What Was I Thinking?

No…I mean this literally… what in the hell was I just thinking? I swear, the older I get the more forgetful I get. More to the point – I’m going insane. I’m beginning to think there are poltergeists living in my house. Car. Office. Following me around in my back pocket. It’s awful.

Case in point.

Yesterday I went to help a friend with her computer. She didn’t have a disk she needed and I knew I had one at home. I go home to get it. I find it. All is well. Then, being the forward thinker I am, I decide to see if there is anything else I might need (since I was there, and all). I’m looking through my disks. I see one that I ponder, then reject, setting aside so I think. I look through a couple of other things, and in the back of my mind decide maybe I need that other disk after all. Do you see what’s coming here? Do you? YES. You figured it out. I CAN’T FIND THE FRIGGIN’DISK. WTF? It was just in my hand. I saw it. I handled it. I’m sure I put it down right there.

I tore my office apart looking for that disk. Did I ever find it? No. What does that say about me? Did I really have it to start with?

Later, Hubby calls me at home and says we need the XYZ paper to send to the government office. Could I please get it out? Oh, sure, I’m thinking… we just made a copy of it the other day. I remember this. I know I had it.

Again, the “Let’s make Sue crazy” fairies were at work. No paper. Anywhere. Once more I looked everywhere. E V E R Y W H E R E.

What is happening here? I’m loosing everything… and suspect my mind is what is really lost… If you find it, please return it. I’ve decided maybe I need it.