Momomama
Monday, October 24, 2005
We skipped frost on the pumpkin and went straight to snow on the woodpile. And this is wednesday's forecast: Cloudy. Snow likely in the morning...then a chance of snow showers in the afternoon. Total snow accumulation more than 6 inches possible. Highs in the upper 30s
Friday, October 21, 2005
My weekend has suddenly been turned on its head...in a good way. Instead of trying ot ignore the most annoying Bunkhouse guest ever (part of one of those odd father/son pairs where the dad is good but his son sucks...) I will have the place all to myself! (I would have liked the $300 I would be getting had they not cancelled last night, or a smaller amount from folks I had to turn away because these guys reserved...but whatever.)
So I plan on...
Cleaning
Making Lists
Budget
Getting my sewing room ready for winter visiting mothers who will be grandmas then
Finishing my baby sewing projects
Quilting
Knitting for Bill's bday present (belated)
baking
Carving pumpkins
celebrating a fixed tire (maybe)
Coffee Drinking with a new friend
Book clubbing
So I plan on...
Cleaning
Making Lists
Budget
Getting my sewing room ready for winter visiting mothers who will be grandmas then
Finishing my baby sewing projects
Quilting
Knitting for Bill's bday present (belated)
baking
Carving pumpkins
celebrating a fixed tire (maybe)
Coffee Drinking with a new friend
Book clubbing
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Oh joyous day. Soon I will have a laptop for work! Which means working from home! Still no internet at home, but we can't afford any of the options that aren't dial up and I can't deal with dial up, so I will content myself with a waddle to the library on those days.
This makes up for the fact that I am still driving the truck and spending money on gas for it. You can't really nag someone for not doing you a favor fast enough though.
This makes up for the fact that I am still driving the truck and spending money on gas for it. You can't really nag someone for not doing you a favor fast enough though.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
After a long conversation with Bill's mom about flat tires en route to Bill's cousin's on Saturday, I should have known I would be greeted by a falt this morning.
After about ten seconds of profanity, it dawned on me that I could just ignore it and take the truck to work. Here's what I discovered. I can drive the truck without sciatic pain. Unfortuanlty the truck is a huge monster with the same chassis and engine as a Hummer and costs $70 to fill with gas and uses about a gallon every fifteen miles. So not practical for making my 35 mile commute.
So I called our pal S., and left him a message asking him to come put my donut on for me. Because while C.Dom credits changing a tire with her labor beginning, it's a LITTLE too early for me to having contractions. But I sort of hope he won't be able to do it for a day or two, so I can enjoy the comfort and amazing stereo in the truck. All while avoiding parking lots, because a giant GMC is sort of longer than a civic hatchback.
After about ten seconds of profanity, it dawned on me that I could just ignore it and take the truck to work. Here's what I discovered. I can drive the truck without sciatic pain. Unfortuanlty the truck is a huge monster with the same chassis and engine as a Hummer and costs $70 to fill with gas and uses about a gallon every fifteen miles. So not practical for making my 35 mile commute.
So I called our pal S., and left him a message asking him to come put my donut on for me. Because while C.Dom credits changing a tire with her labor beginning, it's a LITTLE too early for me to having contractions. But I sort of hope he won't be able to do it for a day or two, so I can enjoy the comfort and amazing stereo in the truck. All while avoiding parking lots, because a giant GMC is sort of longer than a civic hatchback.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
The itch? Is fleas. Poor Momo is allergic. (When I first got him he had big bald spots from them!) He also has a bacteria infection and POSSIBLY SCABIES! Now he has antibiotics, new flea medications and special shampoo. Poor momo.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Poor Momo has an itch he just can't scratch. So he CHEWS it. Ick.
I'm sure he's allergic to SOMETHING, but who know what! I hope the cooling weather sorts him out. If he's not better next week, he's going to the vet. Which he thinks is a treat anyway, as she has a bunch of three legged cats around and other funny animals to make him get excited.
I'm sure he's allergic to SOMETHING, but who know what! I hope the cooling weather sorts him out. If he's not better next week, he's going to the vet. Which he thinks is a treat anyway, as she has a bunch of three legged cats around and other funny animals to make him get excited.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Today, I got hate mail.
This time enclosed in the envelope with the typewritten address (is this an attempt to be creepy or just an old correspondent showing his or her age?) was a picture of two coworkers and me cut from the newspaper. The sender had printed "The Three Stooges" in the shaky handwriting that I associate with pyscho killers, really, really old people, and anti-choice extremists. But the best part yet was how he or she had BLACKED OUT some of our teeth. I am absolutely offended. I may work in a den o' sin with a bunch of lesbian, baby -killing pagans BUT I FLOSS!!!
This time enclosed in the envelope with the typewritten address (is this an attempt to be creepy or just an old correspondent showing his or her age?) was a picture of two coworkers and me cut from the newspaper. The sender had printed "The Three Stooges" in the shaky handwriting that I associate with pyscho killers, really, really old people, and anti-choice extremists. But the best part yet was how he or she had BLACKED OUT some of our teeth. I am absolutely offended. I may work in a den o' sin with a bunch of lesbian, baby -killing pagans BUT I FLOSS!!!
Monday, October 03, 2005
Today is Bill's birthday. He turns 43 years old, which means I am bound to turn 30 some time soon. (It is all about me, after all.) Bill thinks he's an old man. He's not, of course.
I wish he were here and not in Alaska so I could tell him how happy I am to know him and to love him and to be married to him. I wish he were here so I could laugh my ass off at the things he says and does--like when he calls me on the phone when I am work and makes that noise instead of saying hello or when Alana calls he sings out "Hello Frisco!". I wish he were here so I could explain to him some of things I love about him.
I love how I wake up in the middle of the night because he is talking to my belly (which will be huge when he gets back!) I love how he calls me Mrs. Stahl and introduces me as his bride. I love how when I am not around he says really nice things about me and makes me sound like the most important person here at work. I love his old man ear hairs and his kidney warmers. I love how he makes everyone like him so much just by being himself. I love how he lets himself change his mind. I love how that he has taught himself almost everything he knows and that he has managed to be one of the most well read people I know even though he dropped out of school at 15. I love that he has sailed the seas and had a girl in every port and that he can make my coworkers laugh when he tells the story about the time he had crabs on some Caribbean island along with 80% of the population. I love that he was a bad boy and now he's a good man and I get to reap all the benefits of that.
I love that he is going to be a father of a little girl and that he will take her fishing and hunting if she wants too. I love that he will get to be a dad and that our daughter will share some of his most wonderful traits--maybe his eyes or sense of humor or ability to hug or identify a bird by its song.
I wish he were here and not in Alaska so I could tell him how happy I am to know him and to love him and to be married to him. I wish he were here so I could laugh my ass off at the things he says and does--like when he calls me on the phone when I am work and makes that noise instead of saying hello or when Alana calls he sings out "Hello Frisco!". I wish he were here so I could explain to him some of things I love about him.
I love how I wake up in the middle of the night because he is talking to my belly (which will be huge when he gets back!) I love how he calls me Mrs. Stahl and introduces me as his bride. I love how when I am not around he says really nice things about me and makes me sound like the most important person here at work. I love his old man ear hairs and his kidney warmers. I love how he makes everyone like him so much just by being himself. I love how he lets himself change his mind. I love how that he has taught himself almost everything he knows and that he has managed to be one of the most well read people I know even though he dropped out of school at 15. I love that he has sailed the seas and had a girl in every port and that he can make my coworkers laugh when he tells the story about the time he had crabs on some Caribbean island along with 80% of the population. I love that he was a bad boy and now he's a good man and I get to reap all the benefits of that.
I love that he is going to be a father of a little girl and that he will take her fishing and hunting if she wants too. I love that he will get to be a dad and that our daughter will share some of his most wonderful traits--maybe his eyes or sense of humor or ability to hug or identify a bird by its song.
