- I have to go to Lowes Hardware. Again. Stupid stripped screws.
- While I’m at Lowes, the battery for the drill can charge, so there’s that…
- All my laundry is folded. I’m pretty sure THAT is the seventh sign.
- My next renovation project has already declared itself to me.
- School starts in about 4 weeks. I’m ready.
- I never EVER believed I would say that.
- I really should stop thinking up bullet points and go.
- After this floor is down we need to make a trip to Ikea.
- Anyone want to loan me their truck for the trip?
- Show of hands – who figured out this isn’t a REAL list?
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Bullet Pointery
It’s just dirt.
Underneath the carpet
underneath the padding
resting on the subflooring
is a line of dirt.
This line of dirt is Daddy’s dirt. The path the dirt takes is a direct line from the hallway to where Daddy’s chair used to be when the room was his office.
I giggled through the tears as I swept it up. We are finally (thank you SUHWEET baby Jesus) replacing the carpet with laminate flooring and since I don’t sleep I went ahead and pulled the carpet up tonight.
Thoughts of bottling some of it as a relic occurred then I looked up at his picture. There is truly no way to capture the scents, sounds and textures that were My Daddy.
I left it in a pile in the floor for the moment. I don’t think I can handle tossing it right this minute.
Maybe tomorrow.
Self-deprecation is not attractive.
Dear Potential Blind Date:
If I offer to hop on your lap, you say “YES PLEASE!!! Where would you like to meet??!!??”
(not “You’d run screaming”.)
If I say “I have the next two days off”, you say “I would love to take you to dinner tomorrow night.”
(not “I haven’t worked in years”.)
Sincerely,
The chick who’s NOT going out with you.
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I just wanted to go out…
The plan was for me to leave work early enough to get home and have a bite before taking the boys to the 7pm movie.
They didn’t want to go. The Spongebob Sponge Bash is coming on and WE CAN’T MISS IT MOMMY!!!
The plan became: get the boys in bed, slip out and find something to do. Cruise around the town with my camera.
My phone rang. The Teen’s car is in her friend’s driveway – dead. Please come NOW and bring the battery charger NOW and oh by the way we jumped it off before we got here. I went through the storage, looking for our charger and decided that it’d be faster to just go buy one.
On the way from the store it started raining. Heavily.
She said left when she meant right, she left a window down in the rain, she just wanted me to plug the car in NOW and go.
I popped the hood and shined my flashlight to the left. “See that shiny black wheel there?”
“Yes, Mom. It’s RAINING and COLD hurry UP and plug it in!”
“Baby, there’s supposed to be a belt around that wheel. It’s called an alternator belt. Plugging the car to the charger is going to be useless until we get a belt put on that car. If they need it moved, those boys are going to have to push it out of the way, unless you want me to call for a tow right now.”
I did say I wanted to go out…
So I guess I’m not interested after all…
I was in the dairy section when I looked up and there he was. A regular customer that I wanted to get to know better outside of work.
He mentioned a 20 yr old daughter and I asked “How do you make it past 16 without wanting to KILL THEM DEAD??!!??” He reiterated the mantra I’ve been citing the entire time: You laid the groundwork, it’s hard, but you have to let her make her own decisions and be responsible for the outcome.
I told him how my issues with anxiety make me tend to flip out on her hardcore when it’s not really warranted – that I overreact.
He segued from that into his ex-wife’s mental issues and how difficult they’d been. And how she’d snapped and that led to their divorce. That she was making friendly overtures and he’d talked to his mama about it and welp….
“I’m just gonna be her friend”
You know what those italics mean, right? Yeah, you know what I mean. Of COURSE you know what it means.
Ex-sex.
I blinked, said “I hope that works out for you!” and took my leave, mind reeling and eyebrow twitching.
I keep getting clobbered by life.
Take one teen. Add in a puppy with fleas. Tell the teen “Take the pup OUTSIDE to comb the fleas off, then shampoo him. OUTSIDE.” Come home from work to find a nasty flea comb sitting next to the sofa, flea shampoo in the bathroom, and wet doggy-smelling towels strewn everywhere.
Find said puppy under YOUR bed.
SO for the next month or so, I’m going to be vacuuming obsessively, sprinkling diatomaceous earth everywhere and there will more than likely be profanity involved.
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The pressure switch went out in our wellhouse. I called the plumber and asked if he could change it. He said he’d be glad to, then asked how I knew it was the pressure switch. I told him.
Up until that moment, I’d never heard a man’s jaw drop on the phone.
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We went to see Mamaw over the holiday weekend. It was a gigantic WOW in the middle of an otherwise normal week. I used it as an opportunity to test the limits of my cellphone to keep me connected. The good news is it was enough to keep me from feeling like I was totally out of the loop. It is not, however, a complete laptop replacement.
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I know it makes some of you want to stab your eyes out, but I’m looking for a tweet importer again. I hope you’ll stick with me while I experiment.