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| Another over due updateI got my new keyboard in the mail on Saturday. I installed it that night. CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC of course I was battling browser crashes and kids so I'm way behind in damn near everything.
Saturday I went out to Lowe's and got a dehumidifier for the basement and blinds for my bedroom, the kids bedroom and for the bathroom. I installed the ones in the kids room with minimal problems. I broke the damn drill bit off in the moulding installing the one in my room that faces the road. I was using the thinnest bit just to make it easier for me to screw the brackets in place. There was nothing I could do about it, so I now have a piece of metal in there to show off my unsteadiness and lack of talent.
Window overlooking the driveway:
And the window on the front of the house:
And of course... the one in my room that I did. The shiny thing on the right is the drill bit. I had to drill another hole and then screw the bracket in on a slight angle because I couldn't get the damn bit out.
I have to move a sewing machine (in a cabinet) a quilt rack, a ton of clothes and unfinished sewing projects to get to the side window in my bed room. So that one still isn't done. I decided to hang the one in the bathroom next. I measured the windows before I picked up the blinds... even double checked. The window opening in the bathroom is 29" .. so I got a 29" blind. I installed the hardware which was a pain in the ass because the wood is old and some of it was splintered off and it was a narrow strip to begin with. I stick the blind in the holders and it's too loose. WTF?? So I remeasured the window opening... 29" ... and I checked the size on the box... 29" ... measured the blind .... 28.75" I was NOT happy. I was doing this at midnight of course. I always seem to be doing projects in the middle of the night instead of sleeping like a normal person.
So we trekked back out to Campbellsville on Sunday to take the blind back. I told them to take the hardware out of the box I was getting because it was a bitch to put the stuff up... I wasn't about to take the stuff down. So... I got a 30" blind for the 29" window opening. Got home and went to stick it in there. ... Of course it's just a teensy bit too big. BUT... I found an easy solution for thet. There was a plastic end piece/cap on one side. I just took that off and it *just* fit in there.
Yay me!!! Right?? Well... sort of. But since it's me doing this... you know I'll screw it up some how. And how indeed!!! I shortened it by about 20" (took out 10 2" slats) and it was still longer than the window. But I figured.. hey .. better too long than too short. Right? Well...I had the blind up and the outrageously long cords were getting in the way of everything. So I had Kendall hand me my scissors and I hastily chopped the pull cords to a 'reasonable length'.
And then..... It dawned on me... I had the blind fully raised when I did that!!! It was supposed to be fully lowered! FUCK!!! So I let the blind down to see how bad I had screwed it up. It came 3" from the sill. fuck Fuck FUCK!!!! I then played with the cords some more and got it reallllly close .. I just needed to do a little surgery on the cords. One started to slip through the mechanism so I quickly scooped up the blind and took it down. I laid it on my bedroom floor so I could deal with it later... when I wasn't so pissed at it.
The next day Kendall picked the blind up off the floor asking me why I didn't have the blind up yet! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! Imagine a cartoon ... where the little cut end of the cord I could see, winks and waves goodbye as it zips through all of the hardware laughing and undoing itself. .. That's what I saw in my head. The damn blind is still on the floor in my bedroom. I'm still annoyed at myself for cutting the damn cords too short... my own damn fault. In case you haven't noticed.. yes, there was a LOT of cursing this week.
Wednesday I grilled some Rib Eye steaks I picked up on sale. Kendall and Andrew declared them "Ickky" and had cereal for dinner instead. Damn brats!
Here comes Thursday.. Yay!!!.. another week closer to when school starts back...
Nicholas pitches yet another fit in the library over lunch. I'm ready to beat the hell out of him for his behavior all week. Cathy brought the poodles in to town for grooming and had a hair appointment for herself. There was a car swap and she took the Saturn and I and the kids ( .. to an extent) were cleaning out the Thunderbird. The T-bird is an automatic.... with a nice W I D E brake pedal. I took it around the block instead of backing it into the driveway. Well, I damn near gave the kids whiplash at the end of South Forest. I was easing down on the brake pedal... and then shoved the 'clutch' to the floor. ... Small problem .... it wasn't the clutch... it was the really wide brake pedal.. and the brakes work VERY well. Whoopsie!! I also patched up two pairs of pants in there too.
I started laughing and the kids were mad at me because I 'did that on purpose'. Nope.. I was laughing because I remember the first time I drove an automatic.... It was Grandma Lynes' car... she was drunk (imagine that!) and need to get bread at Cumberland Farms. Why she couldn't get it anywhere else I'll never know. Maybe other places didn't tolerate her squashing the loaves of bread 'testing for freshness'. I guess I had had my license for at least a year.. since her car wasn't a farm registered vehicle. I kept stomping on that damn 'clutch' all the way to and from the store. I remember her telling me "Oh you drive so nicely!" A compliment from her was rare... but she was drunk.. So I guess my stomping on the brake paired well with the world spinning from her drunkenness. She probably didn't even know who was driving either.
So, I bust out laughing thinking of that "Oh you drive so nicely!!" moment and the kids are mad because they think I'm trying to get the stuff off the back shelf to hit them in the head. I keep telling them I hate stuff up there and to keep it off of there. I've klonked Nicholas on the head a few times with his damn Harry Potter book. The first time was not on purpose... the rest of the times.. well... not so much an accident.
Back to the car cleaning... Nicholas was being a snot and flinging water and generally not helping. So when Cathy came back. He didn't get to go with her to see the new goat. He was PISSED. I drug him around with me.. we went to the bank, paid rent, water, garbage. He sat in the car and pouted the entire time, occasionally screaming at me and kicking the seat.
Today, Friday, July 3 ... 38 years ago Jim Morrison was 'found dead'. Do I believe he died then? .. Nope. Do I think he's alive now? Hell no. A liver can only take so much abuse.
In other 'news' today. Nicholas has been behaving a bit better. We went to the vet's to check a fitting on the scrub top I was altering for her. Got another comforter to cut up. Went to the library, did the lunch thing there. Nicholas ate w/o fussing this time. Left from there and went to the auto part store.. got a an of refrigerant for the car's a/c. Then WalMart (I hate that damn place). I realized when I got through the checkout that I had left my bank card in pocket of the jeans I wore the other day.
So then I had to go home after that instead of going right to Kroger afterwards. When I pulled up, dad was in front of the house, he had mowed. What I didn't realize was that he had the ladder in the driveway and was trimming the overgrown evergreens. There were kids riding bikes IN the damn street and some woman in a red car was right up my ass. I had to wait for the kids to get out of the way before I could even pull part way in the drive way. I can't stand that the people around here don't care what their kids do. The ice cream van was coming by when we were getting ready to go back out. Nicholas leans out of the car and shouts "My mom is gonna rip that damn bell off of there!" Umm... I think I've mentioned a few times how damn annoying it is.
Before we left I told dad I had the stuff for the a/c. Then he says something about not having a hose and not knowing if the one he has would fit that can. FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCK!!!! I asked in the store. That's what they gave me. They didn't ask about anything else. Damn it! After the grocery store I serged the comforter and finished altering the scrub top. Piled them BACK in the car and took the stuff over and dropped it off at the vet's. Went BACK to the damn auto part store, got the hose and gauge needed and went back home.
It took me a bit... but I recharged the a/c by myself. Why yes, I think I WILL pat myself on the back. It blows nice COLD air now. But.... this is me.. so of course there is a but... I lost the friggen dust protector cap for the a/c port on the car. I was shaking the can and turned to look at something the kids were doing and knocked it off the frame. I knew I should have stuck the damn thing in my pocket. So now.. it's 'protected' by a piece of plastic bag and masking tape. No, it's not going to stay like that. But I didn't feel like going out AGAIN for a stupid little cap. That was, once again, my fault for losing.
Andrew knocked over Nicholas' cup at dinner. He was gesturing with his hands about how big something was that went "BOOM!" And he knocked the damn cup over. So while they were finishing up dinner I got the mop and bucket out. I didn't even have half of the kitchen floor mopped when I broke the damn mop. It was one of those shitty (the type, not the brand) sponge mops. The kind when you press the plastic flap over it and squeeze out the excess water. Well apparently I was trying to get too much water out. It snapped. I cursed. The kids all gasped "Ohhh mommy! You need to choose another word!" The kitchen floor is still nasty. And the mop bucket and broken mop are still sitting in the middle of the floor. I was disgusted with it.
Fuck it... the car has working a/c .. and I did it myself. I'm finishing up my "Mike's Hard Berry"...it's pretty good.. tastes like sweet cherries mainly... and I'm going the fuck to bed!
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| Fuking keyboard!!!!I fu_ked up my laptop keyboard. A pile of papers and a binder slid off the bed and onto the keyboard of the laptop. It wedged under one of the keys and popped it part way off. It wouldn't sit right after that. I tried messing with it and then when I took it off to re seat it. I found that the klip was broken. So.. now my keyboard is missing the letter of the alphabet that komes between B and D. So I get to like like a mentally stunted 14 year old that is txting obsessed.
I did order a new keyboard on ebay. It's koming from Mishigan. I kan't want to go bak to my regular krappy typing. I got the ship notise in my inbox today. I'll start stalking my mail lady on Monday.
I downgraded the Dish Network programming to the bare minimum with the lo_al _hannels added. When Nikolas got home from his friend's house he threw a FIT over that. He skreamed and kried for TWO DAMN HOURS over the god damn TV. I told them it was going to happen. I just kept putting off doing it for some reason. I'm trying to get stuff organized and kross stuff off my 'to do list' ... I finally went to the bank to get a kashiers _hek so I kould pay my AT&T bill. They took away my ability to pay online PDQ onse I transfered the number to Verizon. I wasn't about to pay in person... and have them add on more money to pay that way. What are they going to do?? Turn my phone off??? I wasn't with them any longer anyway. So I have that payment ready to go into the mail tomorrow.
I have to gather up all the resiepts I have laying around from the last two months and get that krap organized and filed too. The whole damn house is a mess. Kendall did help me klean Wednesday night. He said he wasn't tired, so I put him to work. You kan see the living room floor now. I still need to sweep and mop the kit_hen. My room is a freaking mess. I keep tossing stuff in there when I don't want the kids tou_hing it. The kats have been very kuddly sinse we've kome bak from vakation. So the fur ball dust bunnies are ginormous! Kan make a litter of kittens with the fur that is flying in here.
Andrew broke the pull _hain off the seiling fan ... my Donald Duk .... and kno_ked the fan out of balanse too. I found most of the pieses to put it bak together, but need to do a LOT more kleaning to find the pull _hain se_tion.
Nikolas broke the blind in their bedroom. He pulled it straight down instead of to the side to release the lo_king mekanism on it. Snapped the top of it in two. "OOPS!" Maybe we kan rubber sement it mommy"... "Ummmm... NO.. it kan't be glued!"... "But mommy... I SAID sement!" So now I need to measure the window and see about getting new ones. Might as well get new for both windows... and do the room darkening kind sinse their room gets a lot of sun in the evenings in the summer... when I want them to GO TO BED!!!
And for the phone alphabet...
Today's letter is "F"... and "F" is for........
F is for Fuel issues..Failure to stay running For_es Four wheel drive Ford F-250 onto Flatbed. Found on road dead.... Fu_k was repeated Frequently too From what I heard.
F is For Foul Frosting.. this F word is not allowed to be used in Front of me when refering to the the Fluffy stuff I make... For Future refere_e, I make i_ing, not Frosting. Fu_king Foul stuff .... espesially the shelf stable kream _heese shit on the Far right.
I want my damn keyboard NOW!!! I hate typing like a moron. My spelling was bad enough before the damn missing key. .. Wat_hed this movie the other night.... was a bit_h trying to look it up w/ the missing key ... tons of results for 'Four" kame up.
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| This is the shit I get on Myspace I JUST FINISHED READING YOUR PROFILE AND I WILL LIKE TO KNOW YOU BETTER..YOU SOUND SO SWEETS IN YOUR PROFILE AND YOU SEEMS TO BE THE KIND OF WOMAN I AM LOOKING FOR..LITTLE ABOUT ME,I AM DIVORCED WITH TWO KIDS. I AM A GOD FEARING,CARING,LOVING,CARING, SUBMISSIVE AND ROMANTIC MAN.I WANT TO ASSURE YOU THAT YOU WILL NEVER REGRET MEETING ME. I AM NEW ON HERE AND I HOPE YOU ARE REAL?
I LOOK FORWARD TO READ FROM YOU SOON,
WITH HOPE, FAITH AND LOVE,
JEFFREY.
I guess his keyboard is one of the cheap ones.... it didn't come with a 'Caps UN Lock" key. Damn shame really.
Nice to know I sound 'sweets' in my profile.... I was told it was kinda bitchy at one point. I haven't updated the text part in over a year. I change the background and color scheme occasionally though.
The "god fearing" part.. yeah.. that's a winner with me... riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
And submissive???? Nope.. not a quality I look for in a guy either.
I should email him back and tell him that he should fear me, not 'god'. I have the lab results that prove I'm not 'sweets' .. I'm hypoglycemic. And while his (brand new) profile says he's in New York I'm sure he'll have some kind of emergency and needs me to send him money so he can get back home from his work related trip to Africa.
From the profile:
About me: I am Jeffrey brooks from the USA.I am totally new to this website and as a man, I want a woman that I can share the pleasures of love with, a woman who's willing to teach and learn. I want a woman who together with we can be two people who can lean and depend on each other. My personality is both serious and upbeat; I have a sunny disposition that makes me friendly, prone to laughter, fun-loving and easygoing. However, I also like to think deeply about life and the world. I feel passionately, but I'm disciplined about my words and therefore thoughtful. As you know that Greatness lies in Simplicity, dont you think so? My interests and hobbies include: books, films, travel, sports, music (I have a special fondness for contemporary jazz) card games and board games, arts and culture. My favorite foods include: Indian and Thai, (love pineapple with chicken), cranberry juice and melted cheese sandwiches dipped in chocolate Favorite actor: Morgan Freeman. Favorite color: Blue Likes: I like people who are mentally strong, loving, compassionate, honest, resilient, intelligent and have a healthy dose of humor Dislikes: I don't like people who are selfish, cruel, careless, arrogant and fake I leave you with a smile and many pleasant wishes.. Who I'd like to meet: I am want to meet that special woman who is God Fearing caring, loving, respectful, hard working and down to earth but beauty is nice but not important to me!!! because I love people who are simple and natural in their approach. I really want to learn all about that special woman.. But you have to know that for me my partner is more important than my friends!!! Friends are good and nice, but for me nothing is more important than the woman I love or my family!!!...I hope i have not bored you with my long letters
Just look at this sentence (fragment)....
I am Jeffrey brooks from the USA.I am totally new to this website and as a man,
Did ya catch it? ... He's new to the website.... and new as a man.
I'm guilty of abusing ellipses... these things between the arrows ~~> ... <~~ Three periods in a row. But at least I know WHERE to put a period and not use a comma.
Ralph Wiggam is smarter than this asshat I'm sure. "Me fail English? That's Unpossible!"
Doesn't every American living in the states go around saying they are from the USA. (US and A.... Borat anyone??) And from "My Cousin Vinny" ... "Yeah, You blend!"
I am debating emailing 'him' back some bullshit wild story to see the response. On the other hand... if you look at his picture titled "Me at work"... Not too hard to see it's a police uniform. He got the name to match up... "J. Brooks"
But that badge is from the Maricopa, Arizona police department. Funny in its own way.... that page title reads "Polic Department" ... They should take that up with their webmaster.
I'm debating calling the non emergency line to see what they have to say about it.
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| It's going to be a loooong summerI've been wasting entirely too much time laughing at stupid things I find online.
Datewrecks moved off of the other site due to censorship and someone that had their panties in a wad. So I'm relinking it to its new home now. Easier to remember anyway.
I don't get even close the amount of mail Jamie gets at OKStupid. Most of my mail is from scammers. I haven't gotten mail over there in a couple months. After I found in my 'stalkers' that Perry had looked at my profile there I kind of stopped going there so much. The silly quizzes were (are) an entertaining time suck. I didn't sign up there to use it as a dating site so I didn't use my usual dating site nickname, just used this name that I've been using since 1996.
I've been on and off a few sites over the last four years or so. They all pretty much suck for this geographical area. It doesn't help that I'm damn picky now too. I know... I should have been pickier BEFORE the wedding. Live and learn.
Smoking/any tobacco use... knocks out most of the people around here right from the start.
Ignorant dumbasses ... for fucks sake... know the difference between "wood" and "would"!!!
Recreational druggies... sorry... pot is still a drug, I don't like it and am allergic to it.. yes it counts as "does drugs".
All Talk... met quite a few of them. I'll give second chances... but not third. Shit or get off the pot asshole.
Yeah... lots of quality people here.
Apparently last night Andrew put something on Kendall's bed. The little demon Kendall did not like that. So what does he do???? Throw said object on to the floor with the rest of the mess??? Nooooooooo that would be too nice. He slams Andrew's head into the wall. Andrew came out of their room crying... of course it was just as I sat down in my room. Huge drops of blood are polka dotting the floor in the hallway. I got him set up with a cool damp washcloth and then went in to go after the other one (didn't know who did it at the time). I start in on Nicholas and he's saying "It wasn't ME this time mommy!!!" Kendall knew he was in deep shit last night, he was hiding from me. I jerked him up and made him clean all the blood in the hallway up and apologize to Andrew.
This morning I saw the mark on Andrew's forehead. Holy Hell!!! The poor child! He got lots of sympathy all day when we were out and around. I snapped his picture (had to bribe him to cooperate) and then went to finish getting dinner ready. A few minutes later.... Andrew is crying again. He has a bloody lip! Apparently Nicholas kicked him in the mouth! The poor little kid is getting the hell beat out of him.
And.... the Letter E...
An Enormous Expensive Engine
And the pic that I had to bribe him to take....
Evil grin, sad Eyes, Egg on forehead, and "Egg Ears" in hands.
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| Birthday Musings and the letter DNicholas is disappointed in me. He'll get over it. He had a schedule written up for Saturday for my birthday. It included taking them to the store so they could pick out presents for me. Of course I would pay for them.It also included taking them out to Sonic and then out to dinner at the restaurant of my choice. Of course the ones to choose from were McDonalds and some other fast food type place.
Yeah.. 'cause *that's* what I want to do on my birthday. I remember telling off Chip (my boss.. the owner of the bakery I was working at then) when he told me his gift to me was that I could have a cake. That was after I spent the night/morning baking up over 300# of cake batter and made up 250# of icing. He did it just to see my reaction.. he thought it would be funny.
Such fond birthday memories.... like my 5th .... having Chicken Pox... or 9th ... ending up in the ER getting stitches in my head. 21st ... doped up on pain killers because I butt surfed down a flight of metal edged concrete steps the week before. Couldn't even drink to celebrate ... and I ended up with sunburn since I was so out of it and most of the day was spent at the beach. Newport, RI is nice... what I remember of it anyway. (Hey look Ken... a college moment that doesn't start or end with me being drunk!!!) Or the time the cops showed up to serve me papers. Ahhhhhh..... such fond memories. Fuck it... I'll pass on the 'celebrating' TYVM.
JJ called last night. Sent me to some websites.... what a gift. Your favorite kind of sites Cathy. The images will forever be burned in my mind.... and not in a good way.
And on to the cell phone alphabet... if anyone else wants to join in... feel free.
"D" is for....
Dinged up Dinosaur on Display next to Deisel Dispensers, south of Denver.
And mine.... Helllloooooo Captian Obvious .....
Daisy and Donald Duck on Display at Disney.
Am I obsessed??? DUH!!
Beats me what disk this is from... but I'm watching "Wild Rebels" ...again. "Hey look! The wheel is winning!!" Movie mockery is very entertaining. Too bad I couldn't watch more of "Hard Boiled" to mock that more. The 30 minutes that were sucked out of my life watching that a couple years of has left me with enough to mock for a loooong time though.
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