When It Rains It Pours

I hate to come back today with a bitter post after my complaining yesterday, but........

My dad called today. His mother, my grandmother, who is 86 years old, is not doing well. She has had some problems in the last month or so. She has been hospitalized several times and has an inoperable (because of her age) bone spur in her throat. Today they sent her home because there was nothing else they could do for her. I just pray that she doesn't suffer.

This is a picture of her and my grandfather (who passed away almost 12 years ago) taken many many years ago after one of their fishing trips.

On another sad note, Mr. Sweetie left today to go to Kentucky for the ice storm. As I mentioned before, he works with the utility companies for a tree cutting company, as a manager. He basically rides around all day in his truck supervising the actual tree trimming. Anyhow, he thought it could be a possibility that he'd have to go. Today he got the news. Not sure how long he will have to be gone. I will miss him.

I am sad.

Pity Party

They say when you have troubles of your own, there is always someone 'out there' who has it worse than you. I have totally been trying to keep that in mind these past couple of days.

My heater went out. The temps here have been in the 30's overnight. Not good.
I live in an older house. I've been in it for over 13 years now. It does not have central air and heat. We survive with window units. The one in my living room heats and cools. So needless to say, during the winter, my girls sleep on the couch. Thankfully my house is small. (that's only a good thing because of the heat issue)

My bedroom is located right off of the living room, so it gets plenty of heat. Around 2 am I awoke to total quiet. I can usually hear the low hum of the unit running, but it was not on. The small breaker on the plug- in had been tripped and turned off the unit. No heat whatsoever. I pushed the button back in and turned it back on. It worked. Went back to bed. Did not sleep for fear that my house would burn to the ground!

Got up at 5:45 am, went to wash my hair and when I came out of the bathroom, total quiet again. Heater was off. Woke the girls early so they could dress before my house was subjected to sub-zero temps.

I called my brother in law who just got his electrician's license. He was able to fix it and hopefully everything will be fine. (keeping fingers crossed and praying)

There are other little burdens in my life that I try to wish away or worries that I just can't get past. I know that such is life. We get over one obstacle to face another. There are people who are living on the streets. Some have no jobs and can't even afford a place of their own. My house is paid for, thankfully. Not many people can say that.

I am thankful every day for my health. For my kids and the family I have left. A man who loves me unconditionally and is always there to make me laugh. A job that I love and friends that are there for me, no matter what.

I just have to keep telling myself. One day at a time......

sigh! I feel a little better now.

Was Her Face Red?

In honor of Catholic Schools Week, my girls school had a parent/grandparent mass and classroom visitation. My dad met me there and we sat together for the mass. When it was over, we made our way to Chelsea's 6th grade class. Not many other parents or grandparents were in her class.

When we walked in, my almost 12 year old daughter sat there with this little smirky, smiley face. Similar to this:

I was like, "What is wrong?" Needless to say, we did not hang around long. I think my child was embarrassed that her mom and her grandfather were there in her class room. So it begins. The wonderful pre-teen years.

At least my 3rd grader was thrilled to see us both and welcomed us with big smiles and hugs. I better hang on to that as long as it will last.

I Am A Shop-a-holic

I love to shop.

I could shop all day long and never buy a thing, but that's the sport of it, right?

Not to most men.

My ex-husband would always say "I don't know why you are going in there (the store) because you aren't going to buy anything."

Well, I came up with an answer for him.

You go hunting/fishing all day and sometimes you come home empty-handed.

It's the same thing, dear!

Mr. Sweetie and I shopped for a better part of the day on Saturday.

I could not find anything.

Then came his remarks.

"You look and look, but you don't find anything."

Listen up man, if I don't see something I like/want, then what is the point in buying it.

After 5 minutes in Old Navy, he came back with two shirts and a pair of jeans in his hand.

I said, "Aren't you going to try that on?"

He said, "No, I know my size, it will fit."

And it did.

I would have so many clothes that did not look right/fit hanging in my closet, I could open my own clothing store.

So how about you, do you like to shop? Do you come home from an all day shop-fest empty handed? Does your significant other complain about your shopping habits?

Me In A Movie...My Dream..

So this weekend we went to the movies, and we went to see this:

That is correct. My Bloody Valentine. In freakin' 3-D! It was awesome! I loved every minute of it too.

It has always been my dream to star in a horror movie. Yep, since I was a kid, I have been intrigued, yet scared to death, but still yearning to be the one.

The one that lives in the end but has to go through all of the drama.

Alone in the house. Suddenly the noise is there and the fear creeps in.

I go to investigate (because you know they always have to go investigate, although in real life, my scaredy cat ass would be running or calling for help to begin with).

So as I stupidly, as my actress self would do, go to see what or who made the noise, I see him.

The killer!

I scream, I run, I look behind me and fall endless amount of times as he gains on me.

I finally run some more but he catches me and I fight my way free.

After a good fight, I stab him, beat him, shoot him and he's down for the count.

As I approach him to make sure that he's really dead (this is the part where the real life me screams at the movie "He's not dead, he's never dead!")

He grabs my leg and I fall, screaming.

I then get away and run for my life as he almost has me when the hero cop comes along and finally shoots him dead and I can finally relax.

Until years later and the sequel is released, where I star again, this time the mother of the victim.

Why didn't they call me to be cast in this one? I would have been perfect for the part.
Ahhh, only in my dreams.

We also saw Paul Blart: Mall Cop.

Very good! I give it two thumbs up.

Comedy, romance, action. It was awesome and I highly recommend it.

It's funny 'cause the lead girl, ya know the 'one' that the lead guy tries to get? Well, her name is 'Amy' and his name is 'Paul' and well, I dated a Paul right out of high school.

I am determined to get my butt in a movie somehow!

Cooking 101

Do you stress over what's for dinner?

I do. Every. Single. Day.

If there is something quick and simple somewhere in the house, then some nights we don't have a cooked meal. Much to my children's dismay, that is.

I like to cook (sometimes) and other times not so much. However, I don't like to be on a time limit. For example, when the girls and I get home at 5:00, they want to eat RIGHT NOW!! So, if I start cooking then, when it's done, those tummies are most times full and then they don't eat a good meal.

As for me, well I can eat just about any time of day. Or night. But that is a different post in itself.

Lately I use my slow cooker. A lot! I throw something in it, along with some seasoning and it's good to go. Like right now, there is a good ol' meatball stew brewing up a storm in there. When I get home, I just cook some rice, corn, noodles and presto, dinner is cooked.

Some days though I really really don't know WHAT to cook. It's like something in life that I should not be stressing over.

What do you cook most frequently? Do you like to cook? What do you eat when you DON"T cook?

Here Is The Deal

I have been busy. Beyond the norm for me.

I had a few posts brewing in my mind for this week. Mostly about what I touched on in my previous post. Things about getting older. And closer to 40. Ugh!

Anyway, apparently those are not happening. Life just got in the way.

Work has been a madhouse. My home....exactly the same. Seriously.

This week so far, I wrote and typed a 1000 word report for science.

Cooked several meals since Monday.

Helped with tons of homework, other than said science report.

Not to mention all of the hoopla going on at work.

So this is my post.

Chelsea starts math tutoring tonight. Let's hope that goes well. Especially since I am paying for it.

On a lighter note, I saw this written on the back of a suburban in front of us in the school car line this morning:
"My mom is a loser"

Cute! I would have to beat the crap out of my child. When I finally came around to noticing something like that. I don't exactly walk around the back of my vehicle to see what is displayed on the dirty back window.

One of the teachers noticed it as the vehicle drove off. Her mouth just hung open in shock. Again, I would hurt the child. Seriously.