MOAB

We’ve all been sick with some stomach virus/flu thing. I’m the last to have it. It sucks. Enough said. Although I’m back to the weight I was at before all hell broke loose as we prepare for R’s final day next Monday.

Yes, his last week is this week but he has to work MONDAY. *rolling eyes*

Went to the store yesterday and bought a turkey breast on sale. Cooked it today and had sandwiches tonight. Leftovers will be good for lunch, etc. Was stumped what to do with leftover ground beef I had and decided, spur of the moment, to make meatballs. Those are ready to cook tomorrow along with sauce and pasta.

Also made some Kun Pao sauce.. Ming Tsai’s master recipe… look it up. (I probably spelled those wrong, the sauce and his name… I don’t care. Don’t feel like looking it up.) I make a lot of chinese food and it’s really simple to grab the jar out of the fridge and add it. Although when I was done making it I made the mistake of wiping a bit off the whisk as I was putting it in the sink to wash and tasting it. Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick! It nearly made my head explode it was so hot!!! It was good.. but DAMN!

Pushed myself today trying to make the next few days easier on myself. Oh well. Life pretty much sucks anyway right now. Being sick right now is what I’d expect. lol

All of those people who think they can hunker down and ride this out are insane. I’m a history buff and a weather buff. Watching what is being said about this storm on a local channel the met is trying to get across to people this may be a Cat 2 storm but it could have Cat 4 or Cat 5 storm surge. Jesus. Some are saying it may already be a Cat 3. The kinetic energy in this storm is scaring the shit out of the pros. That is not good.

Still in limbo.

At this point I think half of the country has worked on R’s resume. He worked on the original one that got him the job at the place which shall not be named for now (*spit*). Then someone he sent it to had some suggestions, then his sister, then at a class they had at work he and the teacher worked on it, last night he got an e-mail from someone who supposedly does this professionally and she had changed it yet again. Personally I thought her version looked like shit except for one part. I suggested that he use the one he and the other teacher worked on and change one section inserting her changes for that section. It makes it easier to read for someone in a hurry without it being all crammed together which makes things a pain in the ass to read.

What have I been doing? Collecting plastic rubbermaid containers and slowly packing what we don’t need, cleaning out closets and packing crap that’s in them, and generally trying to lighten our load of shit. It’s amazing how much crap you can collect in almost 10 years. Last weekend we actually cleaned out the two closets in the kids room. Which meant going through baby stuff. It sucked. Severely. Did I mention there were tears? Anyway I sucked it up and boxed up two boxes worth of the stuff and we’re going to put it in the laundry room for anyone who might need it who lives in the complex. R bless his heart even attempted to get rid of some of his books. Then I noticed he was having a hard time. He loves his books. I told him to box the rest up, tape them, label them and forget about it. He relaxed right away. lol I couldn’t say too much considering that I bagged up three LARGE garbage bags of my yarn.

This weekend I work on our room including that god awful walk in closet. Which means going through more books, going through drawers in our dresser getting rid of crap and old clothes that don’t fit, and that closet. Did I mention the closet? I’ve washed every piece of clothing we own and will be putting all of it up except for a weeks worth of clothes for each of us and R’s interview clothes.

All of this is because I need something to do to keep my mind busy or I’d go freaking nuts. I also watched what happened when our neighbor upstairs moved out. She left a ton of crap up there. After she was gone they went in and started tossing it off the balcony and taking it to the trash. I don’t want to do that. I DO intend to leave one thing here. The entertainment center… it’s huge and it’s heavy, really heavy. They can do what they want with it.

I look at all of this like this: IF he gets a job soon we’ll most likely have to move anyway so we’re halfway packed. If he doesn’t and things get bad we’re halfway packed and can still get out of here.

I hope this is settled soon. The stress is so bad that I’m in pain most of the time… doesn’t help my poor aching joints that I’ve been moving stuff but so what? I’m in pain anyway. I only have one thing to ask of anyone who reads this… pray.

Still under the gun. I’m taking it easy as I try and get well. I’m also making lists of things that have to be done as far as packing to move. (I’m doing this with the idea that we’ll be moving to another apartment in town closer to the job he’ll get. Being POSITIVE.) That’s nearly 10 years worth of crap that has to be gone through, sorted, tossed, boxed, bagged, whatever. It’s going to be a huge
job. Richard’s going to work on Joshua’s stuff this weekend. Maybe by then I can work on something small like the two closets and the bathroom.

God help me get better quickly and please let Richard find another job soon.

Scratch the flu. I think it’s bronchitis after reading a description on a site today. Well either way it’s going to lose this fight we’re having. In a week I’ve lost almost 15lbs. Not eating and only drinking water and fluids. Not much Dr Pepper either. (No comments on the next sentence… I know it was bad for me. Leave it alone.) I also no longer smoke. How the hell could I smoke while I was trying to breathe?!?! Crappy week with a crappy ending…

Friday R was given the “notice” letter. Sept 30th will be his last day. While it would be cool for him to find a job right at Sept 30 and end up with the severance pay AND a new job I’d much rather he have a new job period. Screw the severance pay. Unless, God I hope not, we have to have it.

Pray, for the love of God pray, please.

That’s the only thing I can do at this point. Pray and try and get well.

For over a year, nearly 2, we’ve been livng under an immense amount of stress concerning Richard’s job. I think the accumulated stress just kicked my ass. The kid had all the symptoms of a regular cold. Sneezing, etc. He’s fine now. Back to normal.

About 3 days after he started showing symptoms I started sneezing. I thought oh great a cold. I can handle it and it won’t be that bad. Wrong. Richard ended up taking 3 nights off from work to take care of the both of us. I had fever, aching joints and muscles, coughing, sneezing, headache, etc. (I think mine was the flu.) Right now as the subject says I feel as weak as a kitten.

Gah.. be back in a few days. I’m exhausted.

Nothing new on the job front. His interview was postponed… they couldn’t get all the people together for the meeting from what I understand.

We’re on our second “nursery” of butterflies. Unfortunately Thibby (our cat) discovered them today. I ran her off. Lucky for us her attention span is short. We’ll probably release them today or tomorrow. Lord I hope I don’t cry. I get attached to the little suckers. When I give them their food (sugar water) they jump onto my hand they get so excited. *sigh* I’m an idiot. Anyway the next group will probably be the last until spring. It’s getting really hot and I’d hate to order them and have them die in transit. Then I really would cry! lol

This genealogy thing is wild. Richard made a comment last night that I need to quit adding to the tree and work on the ones I have. Hehe, I can’t help it.. he’s more interested in the closer family members. I’m a history freak so I love working on the ones from way back. As an example for the life of us we couldn’t figure out where the name Hubert came from in his family. I had a brickwall with one of his family members. I spent I don’t know how long working on her trying to figure out who her family was. Finally had a bit of a breakthrough but wasn’t sure I was right. The family “felt” right. Then I noticed that the Father’s name was Frederick H. Ding!Ding!Ding! Went the bells in my head. Could this be our Hubert? Still wasn’t sure. Made a post on a message board which has been totally ignored. (Genealogy freaks can be a bit odd. lol) Then yesterday I stumbled over another tree by a woman in the county this family is from. We had a son of the woman I was researching with a middle name of B. We didn’t know what the full middle name was. This woman’s tree had the full middle name and the middle name was the maiden name of Frederick H’s wife.

I think I’m on the right track. lol

After saying I was going to do it for awhile today I guess I’m actually going to do it. Damn. Just damn. The child has a tendency to park his ass on the carpet. Which means his eczema is in contact with the damned carpet. Have I mentioned that we’ve been going through eczema hell lately? Between the heat and everything else he’s been in a scratching fit. Which means the middle of the night. It’s been so bad he’s been sleeping with me so I can stop him… yeah right! I spent $100 at Walgreens buying crap to try and stop it. I found something they use for people with poison ivy and that ilk. Mixed it up with water and sprayed it on. Last night between benadryl (thank you Jesus for benadryl!) and the spray he slept all night long. I’m growing icicles on my nose from keeping it cooler in here… the arthritis is taking a beating too.

Today the carpet.. tomorrow tylenol for aching joints. Now I have to wait for a decent hour to do it so that my water carrier (Richard) will be awake.

Friday if she’s up to it my Aunt and Uncle will be coming down for a short visit. They have something for Joshua. Another of his television “wants”… aqua globes. lol If they make it down I’ve been told they’ll supply lunch which will be nice. The aqua globes will be cool but unfortunately the kid’s marigold “Daisy” has bought the farm. She couldn’t take the heat or sun on our balcony. I think I’m going to find him some cactus or succulents instead. Hens and chickens are cool for little kids to grow.

We do have one plant that we can use the aqua globes in. When I had Joshua the hospital was giving new Mothers a plant. I have BARELY managed to keep mine alive for almost 9 years. I’ve fought and struggled and almost lost it many times. I didn’t inherit my Grandmother’s green thumb. That woman had african violets that were 30 inches across with huge gorgeous leaves and flowers. She also had a dining room that looked like a jungle from the Pothos ivy that grew around the room. *sigh* I wish I could grow plants. Crap.

R got a call today about setting up a meeting next week for a meeting that sounds like it could lead to a new job. He feels peace about it but being a type A anal personality on high blood pressure meds I’m not as scerene. lol Please God!

I dread packing. I get a serious case of hives when I contemplate cardboard boxes. I think I’ll start buying some rubbermaid containers. I’m also going to start going through all of the crap and getting rid of what we don’t need. The kid has a ton of toys that need to be gone through and sent to goodwill.

Richard and I agree on one thing. Whereever we move, most likely another apartment, we don’t want to be near a damned pool! lol

Good thoughts would be greatly appreciated.

The kid is acting like a teenager because I moved his crap and because I asked him to do something. He went back to bed. Good for him! lol

While doing something in our bedroom I left the door open and the damned cat ran underneath the bed. Now this is the feline that has bladder issues. Her bladder can’t get enough of pissing on my bed so I had to get her out of there. I tried everything and was about to give up then I remembered an old trick we used to use. A spray bottle with a very weak solution of vinegar. Sporting an evil grin I went back in the bedroom and got down on my old tired knees to look under the bed. There she was wearing her silly cat grin as if she’d beaten me.

I tried negotiation first. I told her to get the hell out because I was about to unleash chemical weapons. She refused to give. I sprayed her. She ran howling from the room. Now she’s pissed at me too.

I don’t bloody well care. I’ve been working my ass off since 6:30 to clean up this hell hole.

They can all kiss my lilly white ass! *evil laugh*