Monday, March 31, 2008

A Crossroads

It dawned on me this morning that it is probably time to get my ass in gear and look for a job. It's not that there's a lack of things for me to be doing around the house, that could take MONTHS to get in order. But, I'm starting to worry and just feel...bad. It is going to be very hard if not impossible to stay in dispatch. There's just not much turnover in that particular construction field.

The inevitable question is, now what?

I am nearly 50 years old, and a huge life change is pretty daunting. I honestly don't know what else I can do. Bartend? Wait tables? I would hope I'd move UP, not back down.

So I'm a little scared at the moment.

Guess I'll go get another cup of coffee and tackle the closets.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Temperature Dropping

Because Hell must have froze over- I am laying the last of the carpet.

Pictures to follow.




That's better, don't you think?

Friday, March 21, 2008

If These Walls Could Talk

I have been remiss in posting pictures. Here are the granddaughters!


Now for Home Improvement. I meant to do this before I started painting, but you get the general idea. The floor is covered with tar. So because the floor looks so bad, I’m painting the paneling. Makes perfect sense, right?

THIS is the little closet that just had all the wallpaper scraped off it. The truly horrifying thing is, ALL the walls in this house look like that behind the paneling.

I swear, there are days when I think a gallon of gas and a book of matches would be a better deal!

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Please Stop!!

As I came downstairs this morning to wish Old Sarge happy birthday before he left for work, I found him staring in horror at the TV. The local weather was on.

4-7" of snow was being predicted.

Is today not the first day of spring???

I guess I will content myself with a couple gallons of colonial blue paint and try to turn my hallway from a pig's ear into a silk purse. Honestly, I was just going to recarpet and be done with it, know how it is once you start something. Hey, why not paint first!! And take all the wallpaper out of the hall closet just to see the plaster crumble underneath!! Yippee! Indeed, this way lies madness.

My oldest granddaughter gave me the stink eye last night because she couldn't get into her room. "You made a mess, Gramma!"

I sure have!

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Almost Bad

Do you have any idea how lousy I might have felt had I NOT remembered my husband's birthday is tomorrow???

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Dust to Dust to Dust...


How did I ever find time to work??

Yesterday I went and filed for unemployment. What I thought would take up most of my morning took a grand total of fifteen minutes tops. The irony is, I will be making just slightly less than I was for a 45 hour week during the slow season, without the three fill ups for the Explorer. Sweet! I am finally getting paid for living! AND...since I am a displaced person, i.e. the company sold, I can probably take classes to crosstrain in another profession if I need to.

Unfortunately, that will have to wait until I pull up the carpet in the upstairs hallway- a nasty gold shag circa 1960- and then remove the linoleum tile circa 1940. God only knows what is underneath THAT!

Old Sarge is still nervous because I am at home every day, but now it is more that he is being fed too well- chocolate chip cookies, reubens, homemade potato soup...ah well, I am sure he will man up and endure it.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Psst! I'm Still Here!

Hey everyone, I am still here and just got the computer at home working home.

Next goal- get ME working again!

So, yeah, it can be said now, my company was sold to Vulcan Materials last Friday. They kept MOST of the employees. I, unfortunately, was not one of them, and I HOPE it's because their dispatch is done near Chicago and I am, shall we say, geographically undesirable. I could live with that.

I've spent this week getting financial crap in order and just catching up on stuff. I may even clean, heaven forbid! And there is a new granddaughter to fuss over. She was born on Sunday and is just gorgeous.

Honestly, I will be posting more. Next week the laptop goes wireless, and that will make things oh so much easier.

Have a wonderful weekend! I have to get ready for luch with the girlfriends!!

Thursday, March 06, 2008

The Party's Over

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Press "Yes" to Delete

I just deleted three posts, which I NEVER do.

If you want to know, email me.

You Gotta Love The Irish

I got this email from the Beloved DIL, and since St. Patrick's Day is soon approaching thought I'd share it with you:

Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important
meeting and couldn't find a parking place. Looking up to heaven he
said, 'Lord take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go
to Mass every Sunday for the rest of me life and give up me Irish
Miraculously, a parking place appeared. Paddy looked up again and said,
'Never mind, I found one.'

Father Murphy walks into a pub in Donegal, and says to the first man
he meets, 'Do you want to go to heaven?' The man said, 'I do, Father.'
The priest said, 'Then stand over there against the wall.'
Then the priest asked the second man, 'Do you want to go to heaven?'
'Certainly, Father,' was the man's reply.
'Then stand over there against the wall,' said the priest.
Then Father Murphy walked up to O'Toole and said, 'Do you want to go to
O'Toole said, 'No, I don't Father.'
The priest said, 'I don't believe this. You mean to tell me that when
you die you don't want to go to heaven?'
O'Toole said, 'Oh, when I die, yes. I thought you were getting a group
together to go right now.'

Paddy was in New York .
He was patiently waiting and watching the traffic cop on a busy street
crossing. The cop stopped the flow of traffic and shouted, 'Okay,
pedestrians.' Then he'd allow the traffic to pass. He'd done this
several times, and Paddy still stood on the sidewalk.
After the cop had shouted, 'Pedestrians!' for the tenth time, Paddy went
over to him and said, 'Is it not about time ye let the Catholics

Gallagher opened the morning newspaper and was dumbfounded to read in
the obituary column that he had died. He quickly phoned his best
friend, Finney.
'Did you see the paper?' asked Gallagher. 'They say I died!!' 'Yes, I
saw it!' replied Finney. 'Where are ye callin' from?'

An Irish priest is driving down to New York and gets stopped for
speeding in Connecticut . The state trooper smells alcohol on the
priest's breath and then sees an empty wine bottle on the floor of the
He says, 'Sir, have you been drinking?' 'Just water,' says the priest.
The trooper says, 'Then why do I smell wine?'
The priest looks at the bottle and says, 'Good Lord! He's done it

Walking into the bar, Mike said to Charlie the bartender, 'Pour me a
stiff one - just had another fight with the little woman.'
'Oh yeah?' said Charlie, 'And how did this one end?' 'When it was over,'
Mike replied, 'She came to me on her hands and knees.
'Really,' said Charles, 'Now that's a switch! What did she say?'
She said, 'Come out from under the bed, you little chicken.'

Flynn staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking
buddy, Paddy.. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Mary.
He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their
upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself
by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on
his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the
landing especially painful. Managing not to yell, Flynn sprung up,
pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his
butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full
box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each
place he saw blood.
He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled
his way to bed.
In the morning, Flynn woke up with searing pain in both his head and
butt and Mary staring at him from across the room.
She said, 'You were drunk again last night weren't you?'
Flynn said, 'Why you say such a mean thing?'
'Well,' Mary said, 'it could be the open front door, it could be the
broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood
trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

I Dream of Beaches

I am alone at work today, so the big resume push maybe on later. I've been encouraged by other management folks to list my personal accomplishments. Damn. I look impressive- on paper. Too bad I'm fat, fifty and frazzled!

I dreamt last night that Old Sarge and I were somewhere warm, there was a huge beach and clear blue warm water. Fishing and bonfires. Just a beach and water- lots of water.

Of course, I woke and had to pee really bad.

Maybe we should play the lottery thisweek.

Monday, March 03, 2008

Random Crap

I haven't been able to blog lately, not because there isn't anything to say, but mostly because there is so much I can't say right now.

Clear as mud, right?

And there is only so much doom and gloom a person can write about before it just gets boring.

One month from today is opening day at Wrigley Field. Let the losing begin!

I voted for Sen. McCain in the primaries and hope to do so in November. When you are a military family, he is the only responsible choice, IMHO. One of my cousins was here last week for funerals, (she is from AZ) and even though McCain has been her senator for years, she won't vote for him because she thinks he will draft her youngest son. Old Sarge did his best to let her know how completely stupid that thought was, and how things REALLY are in the world. Her comment, "But that's not what you hear on the news!" Of course not, Allison, for God's sake, don't talk to the people who actually ARE in the military to inform your opinions!

I miss my son terribly. This deployment seems harder for some reason.

My husband is the most wonderful man in the world. Even during those few times when I really hate him, he is the best. I am a lucky woman.