Jeeze It's cold

I have been hybernating all week long. I have not been out of the house since Monday. I am getting a little cabin fever and I can't stand this cold weather. Our pipes frozen from the 12 degree temps that we have not had in over fifteen years or so.

I had been hanging in there until my head cold got the best of me. Now Hubs has it. I think I am in the recovery stage. Sore throat? No, it is gone. Chills? Nope they are gone, appetite? Back in full force. Sleep? No, not any quality sleep.

I just made some cinnamon toast,and set down to write this little note to you. There have been so many house fires and folks are dying in the fires. This really makes me sad that homeless folks take too great a risk living in abandoned trailers. So tonight as always I pray for the homeless folks. May they find shelter and stay warm.

Hubs thawed out the pipes. It seems our Culligan water filter's second filtering system froze and that was the problem. It burst and Doc went to get a new housing for it. I am not sure if this makes much sense because I am in a hurry.

I worked on cleaning off my desk and organizing my scrap booking stuff. I filed the paid bills, started an envelope for our taxes, washed clothes, did the dishes and exercised. I am sure I did some other things but I can't remember what.

Next summer when I am burning up I will be wishing I was freezing cold. I just can't win. It is that time of year when I start cleaning out all the clutter and organizing my stuff. I thought I got rid of most of my stuff before our move last year, but alas, I still have unorganized stuff. My adage is cluttered house, clutterd mind.

Life In The Dungeon

This is my little friend, Hector, and he has just seen the most frightening thing. What would scare such a nice little mouse? Can you guess? Please leave your answers in the comment section. RUN, My Little FRIEND! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! NOW!

For those of you that have never met the Queen of Memes here is her blog site. This is a weekly writing experiment and sometimes if you don't participate or get in trouble you could end up the Dungeon. For more information or to plead on my behalf you can go to Mimi's blog.

http://mimiwrites.blogspot.com/

The continuing saga of the Dungeon. The last I heard the Queen went out on a date and I have not heard even a peep from her. As I said previously, Homer, the palace dog, ordered pizza in for us. Thanks Homer. That was much appreciated.

The mice and I are working on a Dungeon Prisoner's Bill of Rights for our Queen. We eagerly await her response. Even on the Biggest Loser they won a phone call home, had a food tutorial with Curtis Stone and had personal trainers. What gives here in the Dungeon?

Here is our list of needs. The same thing, but in minature sizes for the mice.

1. We need exercise and healthy food.

2. Showers with warm water not cold water and towels.

3. Access to the Internet.
4. A decent bed with sheets, mattress pad, feather pillows and a down comforter. I miss my

Dial a Number bed.

5. Walks in the Queen's garden to renew my spirits.

6. Spirits of the drinking kind. You know Libations!

7. Decent food. Pizza is not on my diet forever.

8. Masseuse

9. Chiropratic

10. Muzak

I hope that in some small way, we make the Dungeon a better place for all prisoners now and in the future.

Signed,

X

Life In The Dungeon

For those of you that do not know the Queen of the Memes you can plead on my behalf here.

Mimi Writes....... This is a weekly writing experiment for fun.

I have decided to journal my thoughts about my time in the Queen's Dungeon. The Queen thought it best if I were to spend some time in solitary confinement. I must tell you it has been most difficult living in the Dungeon. It is cold, dark and damp. The Queen has been so kind as to finally give me a mattress, some cheese and crackers, and Homer, the palace dog, ordered in pizza.

It is very lonely down here and I am embracing my new little friends, the mice. While though they scare me to death, we have come to an amicable agreement. If they don't bother me, I will share my food with them. We are working on something more sinister though I can not disclose the nature of the talks. At first, all mouse leaders were present, then one by one they left after a very long and boring speaker. In fact there were two really crazy mice trying to vent to the rest of the mouse world. They had a lot of issues.

Of course, I being the smarter of the two groups told them to behave or they would find themselves in a ditty. I hate to resort to violence, but I have two very effective mouse traps to persuade them to see my point of view.

There is a little light shining through the Dungeon walls. I have been in contact with the group, Prisoners Without Representation and the AARB, the American Association of Retired Bloggers. Next I will contact the Deptarment Of Humane Treatment Of Dungeon Prisoners. I hear that the President is trying to negotiate my release. No... no... not Bill! Please send George Clooney or Brad Pitt, just not Clinton!

I need to close for now before I get in more trouble with the Queen. I have been working on my book and Stephen King wants to do a movie about the Dungeon and The Queen.

We're Havin a Heat Wave

We have relief from this scorching 100 degrees plus burning heat. I was to the point of losing it because it has been so HOT, and I don't mean in a good way! Cabin fever had set in and I was feeling trapped most of the day. I am an outside girl and I would rather be outside than inside any day. The heat put me in a terrible mood. It is so hard to water your plants and garden when it is this HOT. It is so oppressive to work in the yard, mow, or even walk when it is this HOT. Finally a little relief.

A little bit of rain has come our way. It is not even enough to measure, but I am grateful for it has been overcast and the temperature has dropped for the last two days. Ahh, a little reprieve from this excessive, sweltering heat.

So for this moment, I am in a happy place with a gentle rain and my heat index is medium. It's going to be great cool day.

I am thankful.

Hey...

I have been away from my blog for a while. Just a note to say that I have been busy with work and other stuff. Sorry that I have not had the time to blog. I will get back to posting as soon as I can.

Y'all take care.
Pam

Mother's Day...

Mother's Day is another holiday that always gets to me because I no longer have my mother or my mother in law. You talk about contrast between the two mothers. My MIL could do anything, absolutely everything and all things. She was just a country girl that raised all of her siblings because her mother had died early in life. I believe there were twelve of them. Her daddy drank and all the responsibility fell to her. I really loved and admired her so very much. She was a home education teacher, but mostly a wife and home maker. She quietly went about her way in life and never forgot where she came. She was a fantastic cook, she sewed, gardened, kept a clean home and always stopped what ever she was doing to help you if you needed her help. Now my husband would say she was mean, but that is his opinion. I saw a very different woman. I miss her so much.

Then we get to my mother. Well, she was a character of sorts and not always a nice one. While I know my mother had some very good qualities, she also had her share of bad ones. I think my mother did not know how to be a mother, even though she had a wonderful mother, my grandmother. My mother had many husbands and many different careers. She started out in life as a housewife and all that sweet good stuff that goes with it. You know teaching Sunday school, church, cooking, coffee clatch with the neighbors. Soon though she would change to a woman. She never desired to be a wife or mother. While she had a highly developed sense of child in her, she was too selfish to be a mother. She wanted to be our sister instead of our mother. For all the bad she was also good, just not consistent. I loved my mother very much despite her alcoholism. I miss her still...you know I wonder if you ever get over missing your mother?

As for my grown children, I hope they realize just how much I love them and that I did the best I knew how to do as their mother. I am really proud of my DIL, as she has become a good mother, wife and woman. I love her like my own.

Happy Mother's day to everyone.

Just one more damn box...

BOXES... I am still seeing boxes...

will they ever be all empty?

I dream about boxes...unpacking all these boxes ...

UGH! ALL I want to do is burn these boxes...

Does anyone have any matches?

Fire on a stick? A flint?

pyromaniac? I may have a bit of a problem, a little bitty problem,

tee hee...

tee hee...

BURN BABY BURN!!!

YOU BOXES....

be gone now...

SNORT...he he he...

OUCH!!!!!

Day Two From Hell

Today is Thursday and the movers pack and load the truck and will deliver to Waskom the next day. We spend the night in our travel trailer, the one which Hubs has been living in for over a year in the company's work yard. What an adventure to say the least! The cats spend the night in our new home, while the dogs are with us at the trailer. It is so bad that Hubs even gives me his bed and he sleeps in the bunk end. He is never that nice, but I will take his bed. Hubs is like a giant in this little trailer. It is made for short people like me, though I am even claustrophobic in this tiny little home on wheels. The yard is as bright as day at all times. FYI, a work yard is all gravel with security lights everywhere, lots of stacked up pipe, equipment, metal buildings, garbage dumpsters, Hubs travel trailer and it is not a pretty site! We survive the night. Whew!

Next morning Hubs goes to get more of our junk from old house with another trailer. Let's see... how can I word this politely. The cleaning lady is at my old house and still has my key to new home, I have no key... I am waiting for the movers to deliver. I mention it to Hubs the night before, but he swears I did not say a word. He drives all the way to Kilgore and I have to call him about the key! GREAT! Hubs is waiting for carpenter, the cleaning lady that is cleaning our old home and loading crap err... junk up from the storage building. He has to return to Waskom, I know he is so excited that he could SCREAM! All the while, I am waiting for the movers to deliver our stuff.

That was Friday. The movers unload our furniture and are gone in about three hours. OK, there are boxes everywhere! Most of Friday was a blur to me. Just lots of unpacking and thinking. Saturday is our big trip to the big city to Alltell, Home Depot, Sonic, Wally World and I can't remember where else, but it took us six hours to run errands. If I was ever going to leave, Saturday would have been the day. Hubs is working on all kinds of projects and his real job keeps calling him. He has to leave and he is mad because someone did not do their job correctly. He leaves in mad dash to work. I am ready to leave and go back to my old home. Hubs has a temper and I have just about seen and heard enough of it. So if I were going to leave this would be the day. May tomorrow be better. I can't find my camera connection to post photos, but will later. For today, we are still married...hahaha!

I guess you figured out that I am connected now! Yay! For a few days, I had no TV which is OK, but I really missed the Internet. Between unpacking, and finding my way around in the country, I will try to catch up on reading my blogs. Thanks you guys for all the nice support. It really helped.

Day One...

I return from Waskom with my best friend on Tuesday. When I arrive home, there is a message from the doctor's office for us to call them. They have moved his time up to noon and Hubs is a little perturbed because of the delay. We have to call them Wed. morning and see what the new changes are. I get up and call five times before I find anyone that knows anything about his procedure. They need to reschedule his endoscopy for Thursday. I tell them we are moving and that is impossible! So they schedule it for a week later. Now the day is looking some what better.


At least that is what I thought until everyone decided to show up all at once. I have never seen an eighteen wheeler back up my long driveway with such precision and not running off into the sunken yard. I watched in awe of this driver as he carefully backed up missing the trees, over head branches and the Crepe Myrtles that line the drive. The packers were here two hours earlier, and they ask me to pick them up some lunch, which I did. My cleaning lady comes and we are going to the new place to clean it. The realtor comes by for us to sign more papers. The electrician comes to install two GFI's in the bathroom. The carpenter calls to schedule installing new attic steps, the ones hubs fell through. I am loosing it at this very moment. I have to be at an appointment at two o'clock, which I finally have to cancel because there is no way I can leave the house and my hubs has not returned from his trip taking the rhino, tools, the new brush hog and the generator. How can we have so much stuff? I give my cleaning lady directions and the keys to the new house and they go without me. Finally, after all the chaos, I go and sit in my swing outside and play with my dog. I feel like I have been in a tornado. Tossed and turned in every direction.

That was my wonderful morning. My eyes leak tears. I have to hold it together. The four men packing us are so cool and funny. Maybe it is a southern thing, but you talk with these men and they understand that I am sad and tell me it will be alright. I guess they have seen it all. We talk about the inauguration and how excited we all were as Obama became President to how shy the President and Mrs. Obama look when they are dancing, or maybe it's they are tired. We talk about the President's MIL moving in with them. We find common threads that bonds us. We talk alot. These men are heaven sent. I am thankful.

The packers make such good time that they have started loading the truck. Oh my, the house looks so empty, there are echoes, and it is cold in here. What is happening? My home is turning into somebody else home. The cats and the dog know something is up and they are acting odd. How do they sense these things? So as I close this post tonight, I have survived my first day of moving. Nothing bothers Hubs, he has a plan. I finish gathering some of our favorite plants that we transplanted from his mother's yard years ago. It is important to keep a little part of his mother and father with us always.

I have run the gammet of emotions today. One of dearest friends comes by to pick up all of my floral supplies. I talk with her teen age daughter tonight and she tells me her mother tells her that she just realizes that we are actually moving. I have been in such a state of denial. My other friend calls to see how I am doing. She is leaving to help her father for a week and feels bad that she can't help me unpack my kitchen. I tell her that I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy! We laugh and she says it's not too late to not move! LOL! We laugh till we cry. My other dear friend came by to help and by the time she leaves, she is in tears. I am struggling. Hubs, no problem. He has a life in the new town and I now know two people there.

Today the movers will finish packing and loading, and Hubs and I will head to our new life. See you in a few days. Thank you all for the support and laughs. I know that it will all be fine. Just not sure that I believe it yet. I will get back to you later. Blessings.

We are moving

The day is finally here. We will be moving Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. We have not found a wireless provider yet, so it may be awhile before I am back on the Internet. When we get settled in, I will be back. Chickie, please send some of your good thought beams our way as we will need it. Sometimes Saintly Nick and Dr. John and Betty and Jules any and all prayers are requested and will greatly be appreciated.


My hubs has taken care of so much of the work for the new home. He has handled everything from that end of the move. The carpets have been clean and stretched, the kitchen cleaned, the bathrooms cleaned, the utilities have been changed over, the locks re-keyed, the storage building delivered. So it looks like my husband has done his part on his end of the move. Thanks dear for all you do.


As for me, after we move, I have to come back and have my home cleaned and readied for the new owners. We still have to move the Rhino, the riding mover, the generator, hub's tools and my plants. So Raven and Akelamula please send Reiko to heal our poor backs. Dawn, Muse and Barbara please keep the music going because after this move, I am going to need it! Along with a lot of Martinis! You know I don't drink, but it would probably lower my stress level a bunch.

I told my acupuncturist that I felt nauseous, my hair is falling out, I wanted to throw up, felt like passing out and fainting, and was just this side short of a panic attack and he said you are just stressed. REALLY? So he is treating me for stress too. Rambling Woods, I am going to miss your bird photos, but when connected I will catch up. Barefoot Gardner keep taking those beautiful photos of your dogs. Sorry if I left anyone out. Just the ramblings of a crazy woman


My list has fifteen items, hubs list has five items. Don't forget my hub's endoscopy Wed at noon. I am at my last straw. And to our oldes son at the Road to nowhere, no you can't have all of our stuff!

I have to pack meds, clothes, cleaning products, guns, jewlery, and all the rest of the junk that the movers won't move. OK, I am feeling better now. Sorry for the moment of insaniety. Thanks for listening if you got this far. lol

We are going to need a really big truck! I hope I don't forget the dog and the cats. Remember, we have lived in Kilgore for twenty-six years and most of them in this home. So I am sure there will be a few tears here and there. I am leaking from my eyes. Blessings. Be sure to let me know what you are doing. I love my blog friends. Gee, I sound like this is my last transmission ever in the world. My hubs says probably a day or two before I am connected. That is good.