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Sputtering bunch o' crap

NaBloPoMo may be a HUGE mistake for me.  I am telling you that being forced to write every single day is making my blogs weak, people!

So far today, my good friend and recent birthday party and cake eating participant, Lisa, popped in for a minute and snagged a cute little antique oak breakfast table from my garage.  I have had it for a good while and wanted a round one to fit better into the little breakfast area alcove.  So when I got it, I stuck the square one in the garage where it is just taking up more space with tons of H’s crap.  I was happy to see it go and I hope it works out for her cause she is really sweet, but mostly because I DON’T WANT ANY MORE CRAP IN MY GARAGE AND I AM NOT TAKING IT BACK… *evil, maniacal laughter* Yes indeedy.  Her problem now.

Also, Rich, from across the street where the shindigs are almost always held, brought back over my little crock pot that we took there on Halloween when all the neighbors get together in his driveway and eat and drink and give out tons of candy.  We just turn out our porch lights and all collect there with bags of candy for one big bowl and then make sure the kids get several handfuls.  How’s that for a step saver?  It’s certainly more fun for the grownups.

He didn’t bring the lid to the crock pot back with it and I didn’t realize it until after he’d left.  Now, do I call him and ask if it’s over there and maybe he just didn’t realize that it went to the crock pot?  Go over and ask if her forgot to include it?  Wait for a ransom note?

Keelan is sitting here in front of me texting and it is annoying.

Speaking of annoying…

It is 74 degrees in this house and while I am comfortable with the ceiling fans on and the windows open, H is cloistered in her room and insisted on wearing a three quarter length sleeved shirt today.  She has the light sheen of perspiration on her brow and upper lip.  She is steadfast in her resolve.  This IS November and she WILL dress accordingly.  I don’t get it.  She has lived here, in the armpit of Texas, her whole life and she knows how hot it stays year round.  She’s a strange old bird.

And the really big news is that on Friday John was off work and we went out to eat at the Chinese restaurant we always go to in Friendswood.  We took Keelan with us, as H was here with the caregiver provider person.  Kessa called while we were there and she was close by so she joined us.  That was the first time in years that we have all gone out to eat together.  Usually one of the girls is stuck here with H or one of them is at school or work or some such thing.  It was fun and it makes me determined to do it again soon.

This is really sad and pathetic and I’m sorry, but sooner or later you’ll learn from your my mistake and stop coming back…

Hey, it’s only 3:30 now.  Maybe something else will happen!

OK!  Developments!  It is now 5:00 pm and older child’s boyfriend brought the lawn mower back he had borrowed and mowed the front yard and did the blower thing.

Henrietta just got through coming into the living room for the first time today.  Don’t know why she is being so anti-social lately.

This is getting a bit painful.  Not for me.  YOU.

That’s all I got people.


Well, here I sit only moderately better prepared than yesterday.  Yeah, sorry.

I’ve taken some pictures of some random things lately that may or may not ever be able to legitimately be worked into a post.

I’m not feeling very legitimate today.  (Sorry Mither and Pop.)

So here’s a… random sampling of life in the armpit of Texas.

Here’s John trying on shoes at the new Shoe Carnival store that opened up by us.  His dogs were killing him when he came home from work every day and the insides of his other black dress shoes were shot.  All broken down.

I know.  Fascinating….

So what do we think?

There’s also these Nunn Bush ones that are on sale, too.

I’ll just cut straight to the end and tell you that he got the other wing tips.  Normally $60.00 on sale for $40.00.

Gee, I wonder how many of you were just about to wet your pants in anticipation of that announcement.

OK, where else could such a gripping post go but to a discussion about the… (are you ready for this?), weather.  It hasn’t rained in forever and I know I sound like an 80 year old farmer, but we really do need it bad and it is supposed to be coming here TONIGHT!  Woo-Hoo!  This combined with the fact that it will be coupled with a COLD FRONT is the best news I’ve had lately.

We have been living, (if you can call it that), with the windows open for about 48 hours now.  Henrietta is having a seriously hard time of it.  If you recall, one of the posts after we got electricity back after Ike, (If I was a good posty…postie(?) person I would hunt down a link… but, I’m not.), I explained how she tried to die at the thought of leaving her window open when we had no electricity.  Her room is directly across from ours and we needed the cross ventilation.  She was so opposed to it she told us we were abusing her by making her sleep with her window open.  Yes, we have screens on all of them.

Aaaaaanyway, she has asked me why the air isn’t on when she is in her room because it is freaking hot in there and I have told her it’s not on because it is cool outside and there’s no need for it.  We have the windows open.  If you want it cool in your room we’ll open yours.  I’m not making her do it because we have electricity and a working ceiling fan in our room.  She does, too.  “OOOOH NOOOO, Krissa!  (panic setting into her voice), I don’t want the window open!”  I, very carefully, explained that she didn’t have to, but it would be much cooler and did she want her ceiling fan on?  Now, she has always maintained that the ceiling fan makes her sick.  Or have allergies or constipated or some such shit.  (hehe… constipated or some such shit HA)  But she told me to turn it on low.  I turned it on medium and asked if that was all right and she felt the breeze and decided it felt so much better she’d stick with it.

But then, she started stating her case.

“Why don’t you run the air conditioner, Krissa?”

Because it’s cooler out side than it is in here and it’s free and the light bill is horrible and we are constantly trying to save money and this economy sucks, not to mention it’s the ecological thing to do and, etc. etc. etc.

“But, you know, Krissa you’ve got that chemical plant…”

Blank look Henrietta, we don’t have a chemical plant.  (Much less ME)

“Oh, yes!  Over in Texas City!”

Well, hell there are gazillions of chemical plants in Texas City, but somehow I don’t think it will help my case to point that out.

“Yes.  In TEXAS CITY there is a chemical plant…?”

“Well, it’s those chemicals, Krissa, and I’m old already.”

Every time she wants to get her way about something her arguments at one point or another hinges on “Well, I’m old, already.”

She then proceeded to tell me that’s not right to have the windows open because she’s “the patient”.  I looked incredulous and said, “Patient?  You’re not sick.  What’s wrong with you that you think you’re a patient?”

She got a little huffy and I left the room.

But let me tell you one thing.  She rolled her happy ass into the living room where it’s nice and cool shortly thereafter.

Strange, extended

Has anyone noticed anything new about my blog?  Anything missing, or not in place?  Aside from the moving of some buttons and the addition of MeMarieLane’s button?  Nothing?  Not like two missing posts?

I present to you exhibit A.  The younger child, (known for reasons soon to become obvious as “Positively Insistent Sarcastic Sister And Not Thoughtful”, or PISSANT), took it upon herself to rectify a situation that she disapproved of.  She, apparently read my post about her behavior and decided to delete it.  I have the computer set up so that when I open up any of the things that I need there are no passwords or locked doors, or secret handshakes to get in.  It’s my computer, (my loving husband would probably like for me to point out that it is also his and he can use it anytime he wants…well, when I’m not on it…), and I don’t see any reason to have to go through a gauntlet of crap to get to where I’m going.  So, really no secrets there.  She did not like me saying anything negative about her and I guess, in retrospect, I can see how it might be disturbing and if I had to do it over again I might not have left it where she could read it structured my sentences in such an unflattering light, HOWEVER, I am not talking to her friends, or anyone she is likely to ever even meet.  PISSANT, on the other hand, blasts me out of the water every time we have a fight verbal altercation to all her pals on her MySpace page who come over to the house.  I am face to face to these kids who, no doubt, believe I breathe fire.  On her.

The really weird thing is that when I found out she had done it, I wasn’t just mad.  I was devastated. I felt so totally betrayed and violated.  I’s so weird, I had no idea this meant so very much to me.  And she had left some comments on the posts before she erased them that I removed, (edit, edit, edit), that said things to the effect that I should not be “talking shit” about her and it’s stupid for me to be so worried about her giving money to her friends and at least she HAS friends and not just pretend friends on line.  Yes, she used those words.  Made me furious.

I calmed down a bit and told John who is a soft shoe with the kids, but was alarmed that she had done it and said he was going to talk to her about it.  I crossed her path in the living room when she came in and stopped her and told her “Do not ever read, comment, or touch my blog in any way, shape or form again.  I don’t go snooping around on your MySpace and have fits about what you write about me.”  PISSANT didn’t say anything and I think, for one brief moment we had a meeting of the minds.  She did look contrite, so maybe she got it.  I think she did.

I talked to Cam, (brother dearest), and he pointed out that friends are people you care about and talk to and get and give advice to, so if my blog buddies aren’t my friends, who is?  Good point, Cam.

Now, that is out of my system and she can go back to being My Darling Keelan.  However I am going to have a hard time making a good accronym out of MDK.


Today at Chez Lopez we are undergoing technical difficulties.  However, not in a too terribly tragic way.  The cable is stuck.  Every cable channel is frozen.  And not in the most attractive poses for the people on said channels.  Basic channels all work fine.  But, hey, it’s Saturday and there is no sense in explaining how utterly and completely useless basic channels are on a Saturday.  OK, maybe not for someone out there.  But not me.  Henrietta is distressed, also.  No good can come of this.  I am gonna have to get dressed, walk outside, and get the damn paper to read. I need to just sue the damn cable company.  But I guess they have so much money they’d hire a very good, snooty, high powered attorney and investigate my situation and see quite clearly that my time is best spent cleaning house and not watching TV anyway.  I would lose.  They’d probably sue me for annoying them and I’d lose my house…. But, then I wouldn’t have to clean it!

I smell a lawsuit coming on…

I'm going under.

I feel so bad right now that death is preferable. Well, I guess not really, but, you get the idea. I woke up this morning not feeling particularly good, but not completely wrecked either. By the time I was writing that last post I was thinking the world was coming to an end. I managed to spew out words and get a point or two across, but that’s about it. Now I just await death. My head is killing me and I can’t hear. My whole body is rejecting any notions of making large moves. John and I put up a ceiling fan and a track light. Under protest. From me, anyway. No, not really. He is being very sweet.

I can’t believe this is happening. John is on vacation, Mither and Aunty-poo are coming tomorrow, Wednesday we are having a celebratory dinner with a bunch of our friends for Kes’s graduation and then she is graduating on Thursday. And I’m sick.

Life is so sucking right now.