Thursday, December 22, 2011

Our Abode

Some have asked me to post pictures of our new home. Some don't care. I understand. How often have you been forced to watch someone's home movies---or in this era of oversharing---home videos of a birthday party or a party in which people do some purdy weird stuff or videos taken in a birthing suite at your local hospital.

In my defense--I have not posted videos of me dancing on tables with lampshades on my head, nor do I plan on doing so as no such videos of me exist. Yes, I managed to erase them all before they fell into the wrong hands. No, I didn't keep copies. Yes, I am kidding.

So here are some indoor pictures of our lovely new abode. We are loving it here.

This is our upstairs living room. The wood floors are wonderful. Large windows with no curtains because no one is anywhere near us to be able to look in. Just lovely trees, squirrels and birds. Peaceful!


And the stockings were hung on the chimney with care, in hopes that Saint Nick, soon would be there...



Another view of the upstairs with living room and kitchen area. Looks pretty clean for having hosted a big ole party last night, doesn't it? I owe it all to my elves. Santa was quite helpful as well.



Upstairs guest bathroom. Or as Ashley likes to call it, MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE!



Looking from our bedroom into our rather tiny closet. Our bathroom is off to the right. I'd show you our bedroom, but that's where all the remaining boxes are. No, we're not entirely unpacked yet. Cut me some slack, it's only been about 2 and one half weeks!



The downstairs living room. Actually it's the room for the kids. And my big kid with all the guitars.



And last, but certainly not least, the downstairs kitchen.



I'd show you the four bedrooms but there are children sleeping in them and they would not appreciate me snapping their pictures. I would love to do it, of course, but I fear retribution.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Seriously?

There are so many things that I do not understand. Like, how does a radio work? Or a television? Why can't we breathe under water or fly like the birds? Why does peanut butter and chocolate taste so darn good together? Why do some people make the same mistake over and over and over and over and over and.....well, you get the picture.

I. Do. Not. Understand.

It makes no sense to me. I figuratively scratch my head. I shake my head. I bang my head against the wall, but all that does is give me a headache and does not solve the problem of the person DOING THE SAME THING OVER AND OVER AND EXPECTING A DIFFERENT RESULT!!

It's just a teensy weensy bit frustrating for me, as you may have guessed.



I'm a fairly easy going, patient person. I am thankful that everyone has choices in life to make. Your choices determine where you're going. Choices are good. You can always choose what to do---you cannot always choose the consequences of your choosing. Sometimes even when you choose and think you are making a wise decision, it doesn't turn out the way you thought it was going to turn out. That's where patience comes into play.

Then there are people who choose poorly, expecting a good result. Seriously?? SERIOUSLY???

To this person I say the following: SERIOUSLY? AGAIN????? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU????? WHEN WILL YOU LEARN???

I also say the following: I love you with everything that I am, but I will no longer rescue you. Your choices are your own. I cannot help you any longer. *I* choose to take a step back and let what happens, happen. Now stop asking for our advice when you never take it. We are done. Good luck. It's sink or swim time, baby. It's up to you.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Too much news...

Turn on the tube, whadda I see, a whole lotta people crying don't blame me...."


I need to stop reading/watching the news. It's depressing. I find myself worrying about people I don't know, in places I've never been and wondering how I can live with myself in such a beautiful home, with enough food to eat when there are people out there suffering.

It doesn't make for restful sleep at night.

I have an overactive sense of guilt---even for things I haven't done. Ever have a police car come up behind you and follow you for a bit? Does your adrenaline kick in? Even if you haven't done anything wrong? Yeah, me too. I don't know why. I would make a terrific Catholic, or so I hear.

Suicide bombers randomly murdering innocent civilians due to some misguided religious fervor and the promise of nubile young women on the other side of that explosion, babies suffocating accidentally as they slept in their parents' bed", A drunk driver kills a byciclist and so much, much more.

For some time I've been on an emotional overload due to the vicissitudes of life, mostly things beyond my control. When things come to me in the night as I try to sleep, I mentally shove them all behind a large door in my head and then slam it shut with large padlocks. It worked---perhaps too well. Each time a bad thought arrived---a circumstance over which I had no control--behind the door it went. I found myself distancing myself from actual feelings, as feelings were dangerous and to be avoided. No, I didn't lose my faith--my faith is still rock solid, I simply deigned to stop feeling, because it was painful.

Probably not the healthiest way to deal with things. Ok, there was also chocolate involved as well as this great Thai restaurant. But I digress....

I have discovered that I want to feel things again. And to that end..I would like to share this with you. Merry Christmas everyone. May the humble birth in that stable so very long ago, bring you joy and peace and life everlasting.

Monday, December 05, 2011

We Is Moved

Yes, yes we is.

The rooms here are full of boxes and crates and bags and I want to know why all those nice young men brought all this stuff inside but didn't stick around to unpack them? I even fed them pizza!!

Yeah, I know. I am VERY thankful for all the help we received on Saturday. It was a Herculean effort, to be sure.

Now our cat lives under our bed. He refuses to come out. Not eating, not drinking and of course if nothing is going in then nothing is coming out. It's not like he's sick. He's simply terrified. I don't blame him. This place looks nothing at all like the one he's been living in for the past three years. We do hope he comes out soon.

Our doggie is much less frightened. She's anxious. Follows me everywhere. Lays on my feet. I've uprooted her from her home and she's not quite sure what's going on but as long as her humans are with her, she's just fine.

I cannot find the box with my shoes in it so I am forced to wear my tennis shoes, even to work. I can't find my coat. Or my sanity. I must have left that back behind in Seattle. Or in widdy biddy pieces all over the place. On the plus side, I got to ride in police car today.

No Ken, not for the reasons you're thinking. I had to make a home visit to a less than savory abode. No, I did ride in the back. No, there were no handcuffs. Yes, I did get to use the siren.

Ok, no siren except for the one in my head. If I'd brought my officer friend home with me he'd take one look at the house and say, "You've been robbed!". Sadly, no. It just looks that way right now.

Ok, ok, I'll get back to work on it.