My Day Book

I am wearing faded blue jeans and a cotton top. I very much need a trim. I wear my hair short which means higher maintenance. I seldom take the time to stop for a trim, but will wait until I am completely frustrated. This explains the 1/2 can of hairspray holding it all together. I figure I could lessen my carbon footprint by not waiting so long for a trim. Just doing my part....

I am NOT reading as there just doesn't seem to be much time. I literally collapse into bed and before the light bulb has even had a chance to cool off, I am in a different world! I am amazed how much I used to read and really enjoy it. Now, it's hit and miss at best.

I am hearing my heart beating in my ears and mouth. I have a terrific toothache and is probably an infection. First, let me clear up any confusion....I have always taken very good care of my teeth. I brush, floss, rarely drink pop, see my dentist, etc. and yet, I have had horrible, mind-numbing problems for many years now. There does not seem to be an explanation, but this I know....Right at this moment, I owe my dentist over $800 and I don't want to have to call him now. It's no wonder to me that people buy prescription narcotics on the street. I could use some now.

I am learning how tired a person really can feel.

I am hoping for a quiet week. Dan and the girls will be going to the car show gala this year. I went last year and refuse to go two years in a row. So, I will have the house to myself all evening. I will fight the urge to use that time to work and may just actually relax. Or better yet, clean. Jury is still out on this one.

In the kitchen are some kitchen remodeling books. I hate the kitchen, but I think Dan is delusional if he thinks we can afford to remodel. It's a small kitchen with limited cabinet space. A year or so ago, we tiled the counters ourselves. They look okay, but for reasons unknown to me, the poly type finish did not cure right, so they stay kinda sticky. I hate it. The walls need painting and the cabinets are 25 or so years old. I really hate it.

Around the house things are still waiting to be cleaned. I am sensing a pattern here.

Outside my window there are signs of the season changing. Don't get me wrong, it's still hot out there, but only 92 degrees versus 102 degrees. WE NEED RAIN DAMMIT! I have a few plants that need to get into the ground. If it wasn't so hot.....

Plans for this week will be to get the work done, get a haircut, pay the bills and hopefully, relax a little.

My Day Book

I am wearing faded blue jeans and a cotton top, again. But today, I am wearing my newly acquired cameo pendant. I recently bought this at an auction and it is amazing. It was made in the late 1800's and has been authenticated. I would love to get the history on this, but sadly, none is available. Since I have no family to speak of and no family heirlooms passing down, I have decided to give this piece my own story.

I am still reading the book on child abuse. A good friend of my youngest has been staying with us for a week or so. Brittany was recently kicked out of her own home, for reasons I am not very clear. I know her mother personally and have found her to be a wee bit over the edge. Brittany, age 18, will be moving in with another friend and until then, we are the half-way point. Some day, I will confront this woman. She deserves to know how she really screwed up.

I am hearing the doctors talking non-stop. I really busted a bunch of work out on Saturday and today, I am awaiting Devine inspiration. I may be in for a LONG wait.

I am learning to balance myself. They say, if you want something done, ask a busy woman. Good Lord -- I'm busy enough. I would like to spend less time working and more time doing the things I love. Afterall, doesn't that make more sense?

I am hoping Dan gets a really obnoxious raise that will allow me to quit working so hard. I am self-employed and get paid on production. Therefore time=volume. I am really tired.

From the kitchen the counters and cabinets are screaming for a really good scrub down. I also need to mop, but because of my back, it is less painful for me to scrub the floor on my hands and knees. I had every intention of accomplishing this on Sunday, but I got talked into going to the company picnic. I should have stayed home.

I am creating a place where I want to spend the rest of my life.

Around the house everything is still waiting to be cleaned. The girls tried to help out yesterday while I was outside sweating with my husband's cohorts in crime. Is there anything worse than company picnics? When it's not YOUR company? I stand around smiling at everyone, looking interested and trying to remember their names from when I saw them last -- in December at the Christmas party. Pretty pointless.

Outside my window is the first day of fall. You wouldn't know it here. Summer is in full swing and won't give it up until sometime in October -- maybe.

I am still thinking about moving to Montana. Maybe I could learn to craft something really clever and sell it on Etsy. Sounds like a great new plan.

My favorite thing is still my family. The girls make me a little crazy, but honestly, isn't that their job? They are, after all, young adults and I should try to treat them as such.

Plans for this week are to get totally caught up on my desk. I am aiming to take the whole weekend off. Keeping my fingers crossed~~

My Day Book

I am wearing faded and torn blue jeans with a cotton top. This is always my uniform of the day and when required to do something outside the norm, I never seem to know what to wear. As a middle aged mom, you wouldn't think this would be difficult or so frustrating.

I am reading a book about child abuse. Despite the fact that I have first hand knowledge because of my childhood, I really don't understand. Maybe reading the experiences of other validates my own...I really don't know.

I am hearing my youngest daughter get ready for her 2 late classes at the local college. We are so fortunate that it's just across the street.

I am learning to let go. Two semi-adult daughters. It's not easy.

I am hoping the heat will soon end. I really dislike the summers here in South Texas and threaten to move to Montana every year.

From the kitchen the chicken is thawing out for dinner. I could eat chicken every night as I really dislike red meat. Seriously, I can fix it 500 different ways!

I am creating a safe place.

Around the house every nook and cranny is screaming for a good cleaning. I no longer have the time to do a deep cleaning. So many other more important things to do.

Outside my window everything is drying up. We so desperately need a good rain. Watering a couple of acres is out of the question here.

I'm thinking about the whole election/candidate issues. Why is it so hard to have candidates that people can agree on?

My favorite thing is having everyone around the kitchen table enjoying dinner and sharing, laughing or even complaining about their day. As the girls grow up, this is getting harder and harder. Though our table keeps expanding with their girlfriends and boyfriends.

My plan for next week is more of the same. Why would I want to change anything?