wedding coming soon
05.17.08 (11:01 am) [edit]My son is getting married. He and his bride to be are going to be married by non other than the famous Pastor Dave. For some reason that is the minister that my son desired over all others. We have other "ministers" in our family and several that are good friends...but PD just has a certain something that can't be found elsewhere. All kidding aside, we are truly blessed that he is willing to come over and do this for sonny.We'll let you know how it turns out and who was first in line for the cake and punch. If i know PD, it might be a race. It's been a good thing that I've got some extra time on my hands. I've been rushing all over trying to help the daughter-to-be get things together. (Her mom is out of state working and won't be back until the day before the wedding.)They opted for a small, simple wedding just short of the courthouse style. It probably would have been the courthouse, but they wanted a true "Man of God" to do the nuptuials...that is where PD came into the picture. One of these days I may get to rest a few days. I never knew simple took so much stuff and work.
Tomorrow: Day 5 of Hell Week
05.01.08 (6:08 pm) [edit]I am excited tonight. Tomorrow I put in my last day of what I have referred to as "hell weeK" concerning my job. (Except for what HAD BETTER BE the rare occassions of subbing.) My celebration plans are in the making. It's been a long almost two year stent with the doc and his wife, children and dogs. I have learned a thing or two about the life of those in the big bucks financial realm. They have their tough things to handle too, but they don't have to worry about the small stuff because that's been my job. I am inclined to believe that money does not make the man/woman. It's that unseen constant called the housekeeper/maid. The family couldn't function without her or him. Maybe after a few days rest and re-coop my mind may be able to come up with something more worthy of a bit of blogging. Until then, I'm off to prop up my throbbing feet and aching shoulders.
i miss my couch
04.30.08 (8:44 pm) [edit]three days done and two to go. i get to sort of quit one of my jobs. the one that is hardest on my poor old aging body. after a fall down the stairs and later a fall from the top of some cabinets, my dh decided i might be worth keeping. he's requested that i drop that job. i still have another one caring for an elderly lady and he thinks it won't be so demand as much from me. hope he is right. my aches are in paining me and it seems i have some new ones each day. it takes a tough person to stick it out to get old. i'm not certain i have what it takes. i don't know how most do it. got to admire those in their golden years that are more active than i was in my thirties. my hat, if i actuallly wore one, is off to them. my little tiny grandmother, moma erie, was one of those people. it is a real hope that in time i will get more used to my discomfort. a friend called today to see if i'd like to join the gym so we can "work out" together. work out. just what does that really mean? after i get off work, i go work harder, so i can hurt more. feel the pain, know the gain. yikes. i know, it's spring. time to "get in shape" for summer. it's coming too fast. i don't know if i can get in shape before it's time for fall again. old and slow...and a couch potato. hope i hold it together for the next two days so i can finish out the notice i promised my boss. if i regain some strength over the next week, maybe i'll go check out the gym. then i can be one of those sultry lil'ole grannies in spandex running all those young thangs into the walls as i blow past them finishing my five miles. first i'll have to wrap my body in ace bandages and snag on my super stupendous support hose and or-op cross trainers. o how i miss my couch. it was once my dearest companion. we spent many hours a day together. where did those good days go? why doesn't it sit as well these days? why can't we be all comfy days?
Proper Tools Are Must
04.24.08 (9:57 am) [edit]O what a beautiful morning! O what a beautiful day. Wistfully I hope things will go my way. I'm stuck at work and stealing a minute for a coffee/tblog break. Can't always do that, but today is better than some. At least I don't have to climb atop the cabinet tops today. I'm still ailing from the last fall. Large estate homes are beautiful and so spacious. I used to think I'd love to live in one. I no longer have that desire. Looking at them is fine, but cleaning them is a horse of a different color. No offense to any of you fortunate birds that have one, but please do provide proper tools for your house and grounds keepers. A plastic 2 step stool does not qualify as a professional step ladder. Especially when you have to climb three more feet above that just so you can stand atop the countertops to dust trinkets on the shelving that rises to top of 24ft. ceilings. You still can't reach without taking chances of slipping from your precarious perches. I learned that the hard way and more than once. Back to work. Maybe I'll complain some more later.
Moma Erie's Advice
04.23.08 (6:40 pm) [edit]Lazy again today. I did manage to cook the evening meal. I haven't done that in weeks. Home cooking has been a thing of the past for a year or so. Thankfully, most of the drive thru fast food places are extremely nearby. Clashing time schedules has made family mealtime on bi-weekly Friday nights a discussion of which ff joint has had the least of our business this week. My husband works third shift, my son first, and I work an inbetween 12 hour shift 9p-9a). We're always hungry, but for different meals. DH likes dinner at 6 am., breakfast around noon, lunch about 6pm. He grazes all night at work. DS usually skips breakfast. If he has enough cash on hand he'll grab a bite at the nearest drive thru for lunch and is ravenous by 5pm. I like my breakfast about 11am, lunch about 4pm, and dinner around 9pm. Sleeping is at the top of my list between 1pm and 5pm. The way we work keeps the bills "almost" paid, but it doesn't leave much to be disired in the way of family life. Couldn't help laughing at myself in the kitchen. I couldn't remember where to find things, what seasonings I'd always used, how much butter it takes to make mashed potatoes. I've about been deemed useless by my family. Betty Crocker, I ain't. My grandmother had it right when she said I'd never make a good homemaker. Guess it was a good thing that was never my ambition. I warned my husband about it all before I agreed to marry him. Smart move on my part. He told my Moma once that I was totally honest and lived up to it. That's one thing about me. I do try to keep my word. My Grand-Moma told me that a person was only as good as their word. So I have a few words to live up to this evening by going to take myself a nap before I go to work.