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…