Another One of THOSE Days

Juts when you think your day is going well the bottom can fall right out of it. Monday was one of those fun filled days. It started at the vets office getting the stitches out of Daisy's neck. She somehow punctured her neck and had to have a drainage tube put in and then removed. This was followed by the funeral of a friend of mine whose mother passed away. Now these were actually the good part of my day (definitely not Daisy's or my friend's mom, but mine at this point was OK). I decided after the funeral to get my food shopping done since I knew Daisy was in good hands at home with my hubby. This too went well even though I spent the entire time drenched from head to toe from the monsoon that hit our area. Arriving home, with my arms loaded with bags, I made a quick dash from the car to my front door. As I reached the doors threshold my wet shoes hit the entry way floor and went into a skid. Luckily my head banging into the glass on our front door stopped my progress. As I worked my way into the kitchen I could feel the blood trickling down my face. I dropped the bags onto the kitchen table and made my way to the sink. Now you would think this would be an easy task, and for most it would be, but for me, no. My second step took on a very mushy feel. I was now standing in the dogs food dish that was filled with Fresh Fit cubes of chicken, rice and carrots. At this point I could do one of two things, cry (which is seldom one of my choices) or laugh. Being one of those demented people that can find humor at funerals, laughing was my only real option. MY head hurt like hell but really needed a laugh and I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. Now you can only image my husbands reaction to this whole scene, and knowing me as well as he does, he found it as funny as I did. Yea, I know we are weird, but hey who cares.
So, you think this is the end of my fun day? If you said yes you would be so wrong. While putting the food away I headed down our basement stairs to store the bargains I just got and guess what I found, water flowing across the floor. Like the laundry room flood on Saturday wasn't enough, here I go again. Wet vac in hand I set off to suck it dry. It was a good thing I hadn't changed my wet garb yet, at least I won't destroy two sets of clothes that day.
So the day ended with a 3/4 inch gash under my eyebrow surrounded by a black and blue circle. Quite a good look I must say. A sneaker with dog food stuck in its treads. And one very wet and dirty pair of dress slacks. Not bad for one day, huh?

One of THOSE Days

Yesterday was one of those days that I should have stayed in bed. It started out just fine. It was finally warm enough to be called Spring. It wasn't raining. Which isn't something I've been able to say too often lately. It was really quite lovely. That is until I started doing my laundry. I threw a load into the washer and then headed upstairs to do my hair and makeup. I should have taken the clues from my dog at the top of the stairs. She kept listening as if there was a strange noise in the house. Well, between my noisy hair dryer (you'd think they could make these things quieter) and my singing (I only do this when I'm home alone) I didn't hear a thing.
With my hair and makeup looking great (yea right) I headed downstairs to throw my first load of laundry into the dryer. I knew as soon as I stepped on the carpet outside the laundry room door (which is actually my family room) that the washer tub had overflowed. It's happen before so I knew what to expect, or did I? This time it was different. Two full tubs of water had flowed over the tub and onto the floor and the tub was still full to the top. I was standing in an inch of water and was not a happy camper.
Now, we've lived in our house for over twenty years and have collected more stuff than we will ever need. Our laundry room is home to a lot of it. This room is the usual laundry room shape, long and narrow. Along with the washer and dryer there is also the tub (where the water is suppose to go), a cabinet to store detergent and such, another larger cabinet with toys my son out grew fifteen years ago, a treadmill (that I really need to get my butt on before it gets any bigger and I don't fit in this room any more), a bookcase with extra copier paper and other stuff , another bookcase with cleaning supplies on it and two DVD shelving units. You are probably asking yourself "How can she get in the room and move", trust me it is a challenge but I can be a very determined woman when need be, plus I have unnaturally long arms (it's a family thing).
It took me two and a half hours to pull out each piece to dry underneath of them. Yes, the room did need cleaning but that is not the way I like to do it. But to be totally honest, this is usually the only way this room ever gets clean. At least I can check this room off my list until a clogged drain forces me to clean it again. Now I'm off to clean the family room rug. Its got a huge water stain on it.

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Guilt

Guilt. Not an unpleasant sounding word. It's sounds almost musical as it slides across the tongue. Guilt. Sort of Scottish sounding don't you think? So why than does it control so many of our lives. Why do we feel guilty in almost everything we do, say, feel? We feel guilty if our child falls and skins their knee. If our bathrooms are dirty. If we go out with our friends for a night of fun. Every aspect of our lives seems to be controlled by some form of guilt. A day does not go by that this guilty feeling doesn't creep into our minds and keep us from doing what we really want to do.

I use to think it was just me but my friends say they feel it too. Why? Who instilled this into us? I know my mother experienced it. She use to say she felt guilty if she bought a magazine when she went out food shopping. A magazine? I'm not quite that bad. And I know she got it from her mother. But where did it all start? Why did it start? Was it during the Great Depression that made one think that having fun and frivolous spending was evil and that time and money should be used wisely? Are we passing this on to our children. Gad, I hope not. Could I unknowingly be passing this on to my son? How do I stop it when I'm not even sure how I'm doing it or why I feel it all the time.

It's really kind of scary. It's really kind of sad. I wish I had knew the answer to the quilt that we all have. Sorry, Ive got to go. My husband will be home from work soon and I need to have his dinner ready before he walks in the door. Help, I can't stop.

I'm Having a Heatwave

How come friends and relatives will tell you everything you need to know when they find out you're having a baby but when menopause kicks in everyone remains silent? Is it because we are the first generous to really make it public? I know my mom went through it and her mom before her, but I never heard them talk about it. I do remember hearing someone once mention "the change." What they're changing into I haven't a clue. Are "the change" and menopause the same thing? If so, I really don't think I've changed all that much since it started. I can honestly say I don't miss my monthly friend (always liked that name for it. lol It was no friend of mine). I do know that I am feeling a lot more mellow than I use to. Which is a good thing in my book. This may be due more to my age and where I am in my life than menopause. I do have one complaint though and that is the hot flashes. I use to always be cold. It could be ninety degrees outside and I would feel chilly. Now, I have my own little tropical heatwaves. I've actually gone out in the middle of a snow storm and melted the snow around me. And when they strike my face turns bright red; which is not a good look for a blue-eyed blond. This is really my only complaint with the whole menopause thing. Oh, wait there is one more thing that I noticed I have a problem with since entering "the change", mentalpause (the other name I call menopause). I can't remember anything anymore. I write things down and still forget them. It's kind of scary. I know it's just a matter of time until I forget something important. But you know what, I'm not complaining about this symptom because I am a lot more mellow and it doesn't bother me in the least that my mind is blank half the time. In fact, I am enjoying my more relaxed lifestyle now that all the worrying is gone. Yep, I can honestly say that entering into menopause has been great. I wish it had started years ago.

New Coffee Maker Is Trouble

Coffee. What a wonderful discovery. I cannot image a morning without it. Eighteen years ago coffee ice cream was the only way you could get me to indulge in anything coffee flavored. But after giving birth to a child that would only sleep in 20 minute increments for the first 2 1/2 years of his life, coffee became a necessity for survival. I'm sure fruit or something super healthy would have been a better choice but coffee was convenient. It took very little preparation and it was always available wherever I went; malls, in-laws, mothers groups. Usually one cup at breakfast was all I needed, but that has all changed this week. On Tuesday to be exact. I just won a Keurig coffeemaker in a contest and Fed Ex dropped it off at my door Tuesday morning. Just in case you aren't familiar with Keurig, they make single serve coffeemakers that take those little pods you see at Bed Bath and Beyond and various other stores. I have to say that this invention is wonderful for lazy people like me. You fill the maker with water, place a pod in the machine, push a button and a single cup of coffee is made in about 30 seconds. You throw the pod out put a new one in and you're good to go for the next cup. It can't get much easier than that, unless you're at a coffee shop. And to make it even better there are 100's of options available, and coffee isn't your only choice, they also have hot chocolate and teas in almost as many flavors as the coffee. But there is a done side to all this ease. This frigin' machine is so easy that I am up to 3-4 cups a day since Tuesday. I've almost emptied the 18-pack sampler that came with the machine. I am like a junkie on the Keurig site trying to decide what to try next. I know I have to stop this but I can't . I'm hoping that the newness of it is causing my lack of control and that I can start cutting back before my online order gets delivered. If not, next time you hear a Fed Ex truck going down the street take a look out your window, you just might see me with coffee foaming out of my mouth chasing it.