April 28, 2004
Got the Witchy shed done!
I TRIED to post pictures of it, but the program kept freezing
up. Everything is sorted and grouped and tucked away into its own
special place. I was shocked to find that I have no less
than THREE shelves of candleholders alone. BIG shelves.
I'm short on candles, which is never a good thing. I've
got an OK supply of tapers, but I'm light in tealights and
column candles. I used to get them all at the thrift
store, but alas... no more. I was checking on e-bay (my
alternative thrift shop) and while the prices are GREAT, the
shipping is terrible (like $8 a box). I'll have to get
Eric to fetch me some from town when he goes (he'll love that).
The Witchy shed, however, looks just marvy.
Wow. I realized
when I typed the date that today is my wedding anniversary with
Paul. We would have been married for 26 years. I
wonder if he ever thinks about that? Not likely since he
could never remember it when we were together.
Josh and the girls (Kaylee
and Leiloni; 4 and 3 respectively) are coming over tomorrow
morning and leaving out Friday evening. It will be great
to have two whole days with them. Nathan will LOVE it.
They are just getting over chicken pox, poor things.
Josh's baby, Adrian, is due August 28th, so I'll have a baby to
play with and give back.
Speaking of babies, I was
watching a show called "Birth Day" on the Discovery Health
channel. I've always said that if some major freak of
nature occurred and I were to get pregnant again (tubes tied in
2000), I'd have an epidural from first contraction on.
Mind you, I was a Lamaze instructor for 18 years and had 5 of my
6 children completely natural. My first birth was only
dampered by some demerol; the others were without any meds at
all. I'm all for experiential childbirth and I feel that
it's important for a woman to fully know the enormity of what
her body is doing when she's birthing. Let me go on record
as saying that is firmly embedded in my mind and if it were to
happen again, I'd so get the epidural.
As I was watching the
show, one of the ladies' babies started bradying down and I
almost wavered, but the baby had serious cord around the neck.
Nope. I'd have an epidural, but I'm very grateful for the
previous birthing experiences I had. (And I'm grateful I'm
not likely to have any more)
I'm going to make an
awesome Gramma though.
I found Delena's
satellite receiver remote. Ha! Totally bested that
thing! Who'da thought it was under the roller blades?
As I was going through her room (having that Murphy's Law thing
prevail where every move was to my disadvantage - stupid Mercury
retrograde beats the shit out of Geminis and Virgos), I had to
think about that new "how to deal with your kid on drugs" public
service announcement where the kids are getting down in the
room, yo, and one of them says, 'hey, get dat weed' and the kid
whips out his stash box and "Doh!" there's a note from Mama that
says, "We've got to talk." No weed, just the note.
That was when it dawned on me how totally stupid teenagers are.
I mean, they could hide half of Colombia in their room and we'd
never know if they would just keep the damned room clean!
I mean, why do we ever go in there and poke around and get
motivated to snoop and screw around, anyway? To clean
their stupid room and pick up their dirty clothes and such.
If the room were nice and spotless, I'd never be in there!
Clean your room, get to and from school when you're supposed to
and don't smart off and mind your p's and q's and you could get
away with almost anything in my house. Make me come into
your room and pick up one thing and I'm going to be pissy enough
to start looking around.
I've been trying for
the entire week to get a soap column written, but the damned
thing is stuck in the starting gate and just won't move.
I've had a few ideas, but nothing I could string together into a
respectable column. This feeds my fear of old soap writers
just faaading away. I can do the spoiler commentaries all
day long, but putting together anything interesting beyond that
is a talent I'm losing faster than I'd like. [insert
Eric has managed to
pick up a couple of days' work that will bring in a little bit
of money to put toward the closing costs fund for the house.
We have a breath-taking $88 in there now, plus other bills like
phone and electricity due. I think this is the longest
we've ever gone without income. It was assured that they
guys would be paid for the model homes last week and when that
fell through, everything was screwed up. It's going to
happen. I know it is. I can't see the way yet because it's
not time for me to know, but it'll work out. The Universe
would NOT bring me this far to this house only to lose it;
therefore, it will happen. If time projections are right,
we should be paying closing costs and signing the deed one week
from today. I've lived and experienced enough to know that
whole worlds can change in a week's time. There's plenty
of room to work and lots of time for prayers to be said and
answered. Besides! This weekend is BELTANE!
The holy time of the fertilization of dreams and goals!
Plus, Mercury goes retrograde on Friday! HOW can it fail
with those things to kick it in the butt?? THEN you have
to consider that those poor, dilapidated, precious calla lilies
are struggling along since transplant and one is eeking out a
bloom for me that looks about 3 days away. I could cry
over how very hard they try under these life threatening
circumstances they've been enduring!
PLUS, check THIS out!
My sweet friend, Hope,
replaced my demon head door knocker!! I was completely
blown away when it came in the mail and Eric couldn't wait to
get it mounted on our door which had NO doorbell or knocker!
This one even has:
TADA! A strike plate! The
other one didn't!!
I feel very much more complete with my
demon head guarding the door of my mountain retreat! Thank
you, Hope! I am so very blessed.
PLUS, the care package sent by sweet
Maurine as a housewarming gift had the most valuable cleaning
tool ever! A Mr Clean Magic Eraser! Hooowaaah!
Tonight is going to be
an early night. I'm going to get little kids out of the tub,
call Josh to firm up plans for tomorrow, help those same little
kiddies clean their room (ick, it's bad), tuck their little
noggins into bed and I'll then be close behind. Nothing
planned, really. Just cuddle time with the hubby and a bit
of TV before turning in for the night.
The house is still
fairly clean, so no major work to do tonight. Just easing
into a warm bed and dozing into sleep time.
I hope Wednesday has found the week joyful
and blessed for you and that the midway point is just the
beginning of the coolness that is to come. Pamper
yourself. Take time out from your troubles and love
yourself as much as I do, if not even more. If you can
manage that, you'll be doing oooooOK. :)