Rants, Raves, and Redundancies
Who loves the drama?
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Everyone knows *someone* who seems to ‘love the drama’. You know the type. If things are going too smoothly with their lives, it’s almost as though they have to ‘create’ some sort of crisis to put their mind at ease.
I know a person like this. A male person.
No, no… I know it’s not fair to imply that women are the ones normally drawn into drama-esque type situations… but it is rare to find a male that seems to SEEK OUT the drama.
Personally, I don’t know how people can stand it. Seriously. Who likes walking around on eggshells and feeling like their insides are rolling back and forth all the time?
Not me.
A part of you wants to take drama people by the shoulders and shake the living hell out of them while screaming, “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” but you refrain with a small but strained smile and a faux look of sympathy on your face. Ugh.
This ain’t the movies, folks!
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So it’s been a little hectic here lately.
The kids have been whining about being **boooorrrreeeddddd** and I guess when I wasn’t looking, they collectively decided to appoint me “Entertainment Director” for the summer. Nice, eh? As if the pressures of being productive while on “vacation” away from my regular job wasn’t bad enough, and starting my own business wasn’t stressful enough…. now I have to worry about entertaining my kids every day?!
Oh sure. Every day when I wake up, normally about a half hour after prying my eyelids apart I’m bombarded with, “Hey Mom…. what are we gonna do today? Where are we goin’?!”
So last week my younger sister had a day off work (she has a normal working 12 months a year job) and she decided it’d be cool for her and my niece to come up and we’d all go to the Museum of Natural History on the KU campus.
I enjoyed it – my sister enjoyed it. Well, except for the part of feeling like relics ourselves while wandering the KU campus. Ugh. Nothing quite like having the age-fairy beat you senseless with her wand when you least expect it. For anyone reading this under the age of 25 — you get older every year but mentally you don’t *feel* old or think of yourself as *aging* until you are in a situation like dragging your offspring to a museum on a college campus…. then along comes that damn “don’t look now but you’re getting OLD” fairy.
Did the kids enjoy the museum? Not so much. We were told it was *BORING* and a waste of time. *smacks forehead* Well pardon the hell out of me. I thought looking at dinosaur bones and whatnot would be very interesting and awe inspiring. Especially given that the kids had seen the movie “Night at the Museum” and were totally captivated by it. Apparently, they were unimpressed by an ACTUAL museum.
Vacation quandry
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Ok, so it’s not really a quandry, but still.
We need to take some time away.. but where? The price of gas leaves us wondering if it’d be cost effective to drive somewhere…. although the price of airfare is high this time of year and would still leave us having to rent a vehicle once we hit our destination.
So what’s something fun yet relaxing … but involves going somewhere besides our living room? Oh! And doesn’t cost us our first born or require us to take out a second mortgage on the house.
Yeah, I know.. I don’t want much, eh. Hahaha…..
What the hell am I doing here!?!?!
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It’s 3:30am here and what am I doing? Surfing the damn internet.
For what? Hell if I know. Nothing in particular, which scares me to some degree.
Do you ever notice that sometimes when you’re in the mood to be entertained (ie: you’re in the mood to read something light hearted and fun) all you can find are long winded, boring as all hell novelettes?
Chrissakes.
Do people really think other people want to read their 85 gazillion page rambling boring as drywall mud curing crapola?
But then again.. I guess on the other hand, there’s nonsensical rambling SHORT crapola…. like what I’m wasting time ‘writing’ now.
*cough*
God… someone TALK to me!!
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Ever feel like just sitting around and chewing the fat? Shooting the shit? Bumping your gums!?
Yeah, me too.
If it’s one thing I miss since we moved, it’s talking with the neighbors. I got to be pretty good friends with the lady that lived directly behind us at our other place… well hell… we’d lived there 15 years, after all.
Just seems as though this neighborhood has “Batman syndrome”. You know. Everyone pulls up hits their garage door opener, pulls in and the door closes behind them. Like their houses swallow them up whole.
I’m not a *really* social person… but I really miss having friends. I have a couple here (at our new location) but they live a distance away. I know it sounds pathetic or whatever you want to call it.. but I don’t care.
I miss hanging out with people and just being able to talk about whatever. 
What’s wrong with the world… if your family isn’t off limits, nobody will be…
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This says is all, from CNNs website. “Honor killing” my ass.
Remodeling blues
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We sold our house and bought this one in 2005. While this house is newer -( the other one was built in the 20′s and we had remodeled the ENTIRE house over a span of 13 years) – it needs a lot of work.
Not like the other house, that needed structural and cosmetic work… this one needs mostly cosmetic. But good gawd.
I started making a list the other day of all the things that I’d like to do to the house, provided of course, that I had the money. Hahahahahahahaha. Riiiiiight.
My list was a lot bigger than I thought it’d be and I realized that I have champagne taste on a beer budget. Not good.
It needs new flooring throughout. I’d like to get those big 12×12 ceramic tiles for the kitchen.. hardwoods throughout the dining room and hallway (it’s a front to back split) all four bedrooms need new carpet – although bedroom carpet to me isn’t a priority since you know… the only people that normally hang out in a bedroom are kids.
The entryway needs new ceramic tile, the entryway from the garage in the basement needs it, all three bathrooms need updating (remember those 80s style round mirrors and nasty light bar strips? Yeah. *nodding with grim look upon face*).
I’d like new bifold doors on the laundry area, the finished basement needs new carpet, a new mantle over the fireplace…. new hearth stones, and it needs painting.
I’ve only managed so far to get the living room, dining room and hallway painted. All the other rooms need paint as well.
See, this house used to be a rental house. While it’s in good shape (no holes in the walls or gawd awful stains or torn up anything, really) it’s just plain and sorely out of date… which leads us to the kitchen.
UGH! It has nasty, dark colored fake wood cabinets with those gross ‘antiqued’ handles. Country ‘style’ wallpaper – little tiny blue dots on cream colored background with a ‘built in’ country blue border and fake ceramic tile (ie: those peel and stick tiles) and it’s just overall small, dark and out of date.
The only thing new in the kitchen is the black fridge that we bought when we first moved in because there wasn’t one. Oh. And just recently we bought an over the range microwave in black and brushed steel.
The only thing I didn’t like about moving… was that while we were remodeling what seemed to be like “The Money Pit” (see clip below), we finally had it the way we wanted and now… NOW… we have to start all over.
Ok, so I’ll try it
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I may regret it – but who knows?
Just today I invested in a home business opportunity and unlike past experiences with the ’at home businesses, I’m actually looking forward to getting started.
Just a short post here to remind myself that this time I WILL stick with it.
What? No.. my fingers aren’t crossed behind my back. 
Paris Hilton….It was an act!?
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Oh wow. Seems Paris Hilton told Barbara Walters that she’ll, “No longer act dumb….[...]“.. and said something about it’s ‘not cute’ any more?
She’s been quoted as telling ABC, “I used to act dumb. … That act is no longer cute,” ……
Really? I never thought it was “cute” before. Did anyone else think it was CUTE?!
*Gag*
The Testicle Fairy!
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Three months ago, I took the kids to the local animal shelter to adopt a ‘lap’ dog. See, we have a yellow labrador already and while he’s a sweetheart, he isn’t a lap dog.
So we go to the shelter and there are a lot of dogs. A lot. I always hated going there when I was a kid because it was so sad. If money were no object and I had the space capabilities well…. let’s just say I’d put the shelter out of ‘business’.
Anyway, we’re walking and trying to talk above all the excited barking.. when I spy a young black labrador sitting in his kennel, just wagging his tail. He had a little bandana thing around his neck and the name “Riley” just popped into my head. We were told by one of the officers that we could take any of the dogs out into the ‘yard’ to see how they’d react with us…. so we took Riley out. He was shy, but playful. I’m guessing he was around 8 months old (and the shelter guessed around the same age). I found out from one of the women that worked there, that Riley was on doggy death row.
Needless to say, we adopted Riley. So… he wasn’t a lap dog, but that’s ok.
Got him home and started calling around to get his rabies vaccination and to schedule a time to have him sterilized.
Two weeks later, he went in to see the Doc and to have his sterilzation operation. This brought up all kinds of questions from the kids. See, our other lab was already ‘fixed’ so there wasn’t a reason for questions.
My daughter asked what it meant to have Riley ‘fixed’. My son told her that they, “…. take his baby maker out….” She looked at me and asked what a baby maker was on a boy dog.
My answer was, “… his testicles…” and my son chimes in, “Mom means his BALLS!”
Well yeah, kinda. I was trying to be technical and you know…. appropriate? So then my daughter asked, “Will the doctor give us Riley’s balls in a jar?!”
To which my son replied (without skipping a beat, I might add…), “Well NO, duh!! It isn’t like the tooth fairy… Riley won’t put his jar under his pillow and wait for the BALL FAIRY to come along and give him money!” and then rolled his eyes at his sister like he couldn’t believe that she’d ask such a silly question.
I just sat there all slack jawed and wondered who were these children and how did they come to be with me!?
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