Explicitly Ambiguous

I may be installing it soon. Tried it on my test blog and the trackbacks seem to work now.

The message said illegal immigrants should have rights.

Watch the local news report Video

Nice work, dumbass. You just pissed off a hell of a lot of people. The anarchy symbol was a nice touch too, idiot.

(HT to Free Republic)

We’ve been waiting what seems like forever to get our bathroom treated for termites. We were finally told the woman who does it hasn’t been around because her Mother has been in the hospital. I was okay with waiting a little while longer. We were told it would be the end of the week. What she used the last time was some pretty nasty shit.. I am looking forward to the end of the week. *evil bug hating laugh*

I’ve been killing them as fast as I can. Tonight I have a kid running through the apartment screaming because of the termites. He loves bugs but not termites. I can’t say that I blame him. Those things give me the creeps. It’s enough to make me wish for Depends.

But back to Jim Bob (I don’t know what his name was..). I’m sitting here minding my own business, except for ocassionally scratching at the thought of the damned bugs, and suddenly there’s a knock on our door. It’s Jim Bob the Maintenance Man. He says he’s here to, he reads from his slip of paper, check out the hole in the ceiling. I try and keep from rolling my eyes at him because we’ve already had someone do that and he said it was TERMITES. I invite him in to look at it thinking what the hell. He goes into the bathroom. I point it out to him telling him that the other man had said it was termites. He looks and says…

Drumroll please….”that’s TERMITES!”

At that point I’m trying to refrain from wringing his scrawny neck.

Ohhh I wanted to say…

NO SHIT JIM BOB!

I TOLD YOU THEY WERE TERMITES!

MAYBE IF YOU WAIT LONG ENOUGH THE BASTARDS WILL DESTROY THE FLOOR AND THERE WILL BE A FREAKIN HOLE FOR YOU TO FIX!

I’m fast losing patience with my fellow human beings…

I saw something online said about vegetables in the nightshade family making arthritis worse. At this point in my life, unable to take anti-inflammatory drugs or anything stronger than tylenol, I decided to try cutting them out of my diet. I went for 3 or 4 days without potatoes and tomatoes. My feet and hand joints didn’t burn and ache which was nice.

Then I screwed up and ordered pizza the other night. About 2 hours after eating it my feet and finger joints felt like they were on fire. It was incredibly painful. I was shocked. I think their sauce, which is very good, was made with tomato paste. I guess if I want a pizza it will have to be homemade without tomato.

Last night I had homemade fettucini alfredo and a salad without tomatoes. I felt fine last night except for some minor aching because of the weather change I guess. This morning it’s 45 degrees.

I see a lot of pasta and rice in my future. I’m also cutting way back on one of my major addictions.. Dr. Pepper. Maybe all of the changes will help. Who knows? Maybe between cutting back on salt, Dr. Pepper, and potatoes I’ll even lose some weight and feel better. lol

Last night the weather was nasty. Things were okay until the kid saw the tornado on television and freaked out. He stood in the middle of the living room, shook and sang twinkle twinkle little star. While I appreciated the impromptu performance I knew he was terrified. My Mother, when we were small and scared, would let us get in the closet so we’d feel better. I told him to take pooh, piglet, and his mammoth puppet and get in our closet if he’d feel better.

He went screaming down the hall without his buddies, bless his little heart. Richard said he’d keep an eye on where things were headed and I could go in the closet with Joshua to try and calm him down. I went in our room and got his spongebob comforter and his pillow and got in the closet with him. He kept saying he was tired and wanted to sleep. I told him to lie down and cover his head if it made him feel better. He wanted me to sing to him and we sang his favorite songs over and over. I reassured him that it would be okay and he slowly calmed down. Richard… hmm… got a little tense and I tried to keep him calm too.

Oddly enough it was the person who was on medication for heart palpitations because of weather anxiety who stayed calm. lol

I did find out that I need to clean even more crap out of that closet. With a wound up 6 year old, pooh, piglet, manny the mammoth puppet, and ellie the elephant puppet in the closet there was barely room for his Mother or his Father. lol

I think I’ll take it easy on the kid today he had such a rough night.

I worked on one of the closets. Mistake. Found some of my Mother’s love letters and had to go thru baby clothes. After having a crying fit for awhile I moved boxes around in the closet. Cleaned some stuff out to be trashed and managed to slam my kneecap into the edge of the closet door. I saw stars and nearly puked it hurt so much. Managed to get everything else shoved back into the closet and gave up for the night.

For dinner I had a pity party carb fest. Homemade macaroni & cheese, a slice of homemade bread with butter, and a buttermilk brownie I’d made them the day before. The bread was a bit dense. When I was making it yesterday I managed to accidently hit the bread pan on the counter after it had gone thru it’s final rising. All the air went flying out of it. lol It was good but dense.

I also cut myself yesterday and had two episodes with splinters. Richard ordered me to stay away from the closets until he’s home. I’ve managed to hurt myself in some way every time I’ve attempted cleaning out closets.

I think he’s right.

I think I’ll wrap my knee, park my ass on the couch, and watch the idiot box today.

American Jumbo Woodcase Pencil with Eraser

I will be purchasing 4 or 5 boxes of the damned things. They’re damned hard to find… until you remember what they’re called.

I found one I use to doodle, can’t really be called drawing, while I was cleaning out our closet.

I spent two hours yesterday cleaning Joshua’s book bins and cleaning the grubby fingerprints off of his books. (He has a hell of a lot of books!) I also looked them over to see which ones I’d have to repair. One blessing of having worked in the library in school was that I learned how to repair books that were damaged. He loves his books and is wearing some of them out. He’s taken to grabbing some when he goes to bed. lol I think we’ve got a book freak on our hands. I inhale books so I can’t complain too much.

I’m still fighting the closet battle but I have to wait until Richard is awake or gone to work so I can finish them. I dread moving the car ramps (yes, I have a set of car ramps in one of my closets.. if they were on the patio the freaks that live around us would steal them). I’m going to move them to another closet and fill the one they’re currently in with the remaining *spit* cardboard boxes. I want them out of my line of sight.

I’ve already got the kids lessons ready for today. What he doesn’t know is that when he finishes them I have a surprise for him. Two of his Pooh video tapes wore out and we bought him DVDs. They arrived yesterday. I’ll let him have one today to keep him occupied while I go back to battling the closets.

By the time Richard gets home at night I’m ready to fall into bed. I’m totally worn out. Good thing I’ve been taking benadryl (allergies) before I go to bed. I’ve been sleeping two hours later than normal. I used to be able to get shit done on four hours sleep but no more. I’m officially getting old. lol

Posting is going to be light and probably about house crap until I get finished battling back the dust bunnies. I’m trying to get all this crap done now because Richard is off for a week in May and I want to be able to relax while he’s home. I’m also hoping that if I get the heavy cleaning done he’ll go along with renting a rug cleaner for a day or two while he’s off to clean the carpets.

Shhhh! Don’t tell him I said that.

open so I’m weeding out the blogs I read. I don’t have time to read all of them. Bah!

Is like trying to cut hair on jello.

*exasperated sigh*

The one thing that makes it worth it is to actually see his eyebrows again. He loves long bangs but they cover his eyes.

Mom cut his hair a *cough* tad shorter this time.