Em and the Possibilities There are no guarantees in life…only the possibilities

Words can’t truly express the way I’m feeling right now. Click the extended entry for photographic expression.

Tomorrows project is to attack this:

The good news is a large part of it is already boxed up, ready to be transported to storage. The bad news is – I’m the designated carrier. And no, your eyes aren’t deceiving you. I really AM using two TV tray tables as a desk. I do have a desk, but it’s one of those 1950′s steel desks – we can’t get it through the doors. So, I subsist with this.

So far today I’ve reorganized the livingroom (moved furniture around), cleaned the foor, organized the toybox, and put lunch in the oven. All I have left to do is

clean and vacuum my room
vacuum the hallway
scrub my bathroom
laundry (2 loads)
fold & put away laundry already clean

Hopefully getting all this done will give me a good nights sleep tonight. I haven’t been sleeping well (it’s an ongoing problem) and I have a HUGE reorganizing job in Dad’s office to do tomorrow. I’ll take before and after pics just so you can share in my torture.

And don’t think every day is like this. Mom took two out of three kids to church with her today. I’ve been home alone with Joe all morning. Usually I’m doing good if I have lunch in the oven *laughs*.

Back to cleaning!

If there’s a carb in this house, it’s been snarfed. Mac and cheese (with hotdogs for the kiddies), tater chips, baked potato, the list goes on and on. And the real killer is I didn’t realize how much of that stuff I’d eaten til I sat down to blog (whine) about it. And even WORSE – I still want more chips. Or something. Ice cream maybe? mmmm…pudding. ACK! Somebody SMACK ME!

The battery in the van died *again*. Yes, I can stick it on the charger. But (and I’m just talking out of my ass here since I know nothing about cars) d’ya think it just might be possible that there’s something wrong that’s causing the battery to get sucked dry on a regular basis?

So I tell Dad the battery died again. He looks at me, thinks a minute, and says “Well, you don’t drive it enough to keep the battery charged.” ??!!?? I never knew that could be a problem. Especially since in the last 3 weeks I’ve put over 400 miles on it driving to Fayetteville to see Holly (lolly lolly get your adverbs here). I asked him to locate the GOOD battery charger for me since the one he gave me last time had exposed wire, or better yet – hook the thing up so I don’t have to. I look out the window this morning, and the hood of the van is *not* raised. I look on the back porch, and the battery charger is *not* there.

I don’t mind hooking the thing up, really I don’t. It would be nice if he did it, but I understand he’s busy (Dad works 10 hour days). But it drives me absolutely NUTS to go into his “tool shed” and pilfer through his stuff. And I have to remind myself constantly that he says the shed is structurally sound. Why? Because it looks like a good strong wind would knock it down.

ARGH!

UPDATE!!!! He must have hooked it up while I was blogging (bitching) about it LOL. I just went out to look for the equipment and noticed the van was hooked up to life support. Wonder how long it’ll take to get the van to a shop though…….

I don’t care if that’s a word, I’m using it, so there

Even with sick kids, I can feel my mood finally lifting. I’m actually feeling energetic for a change. If I can get the power issues with my van solved, we’ll have a *very* good summer. Hopefully with a good bit of travelling around (providing I can scrounge the money).

I pulled my personals ads. It got too depressing to log on and have -0- replies, or worse yet -0- matches. I have decided to accept the fact that I will probably be single until my children are grown. No, I’m not really crazy about it, but I’ll survive. There are worse things than being single (thank you, first husband, for teaching me that lesson).

Good news, though! The NC RennFaire is coming, and on Alannah’s birthday too! I’m gonna surprise her with a trip there. I wish we were going in costume, but I busted my bodice in my last pregnancy and haven’t a) had the time to replace it and b) haven’t had the sewing area even if I WANTED to sew. So I’ll be Mundane Jane with a baby in a backpack *shrugs*. If accosted, my story is that I’m a time traveller. Or some such believable nonsense.

First Dan had a fever and nasty cough…then Joe got the cough and streaming snots….and now *drumroll please* we have Alannah with a nice dose of pinkeye. You have no idea of how badly I want to fumigate this house with bleach. If the fumes wouldn’t hurt Alannah’s eyes, I probably would. And yes, I’ve been a bad bad blogger lately. I’ve been holding sick babies and wiping snotty noses…that’s about all that’s been happening around here. The few minutes I get to myself have been spent either reading or mudding.

OK, off to walmart to get the stuff I forgot *yesterday*.

The Friday Five!

If you…

1. …owned a restaurant, what kind of food would you serve?
mmmm, old-fashioned homestyle cooking, served family style. Roast beef, mashed taters, green beans, and yeast rolls. Or cornbread. *ponders* or maybe both!

2. …owned a small store, what kind of merchandise would you sell?
A bookstore! With a very kid-friendly section (including a babysitter) so parents could shop while their kids are being watched. I love love love books.

3. …wrote a book, what genre would it be?
probably a psychotic blend of sci-fi and romance.

4. …ran a school, what would you teach?
Literature. Did I mention I love books?

5. …recorded an album, what kind of music would be on it?
hmmm, that’s a good one. It would most definitely be a piano album (it’s the instrument I play the best) and I’d say a recording of piano music from each genre. Can’t say much for my singing voice (I hate the way I sound), so it would be an instrumental album.