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getting back to business…


Wow.  I dunno about you guys, but this has been a crazy, mostly-yucky few months for me!  Between this god-awful allergy/bronchitis/whooping cough/sumpin’-sumpin’ and then getting that molar pulled followed swiftly by a lovely dry socket, I have been, let’s just say not fit for company.

Thank God I am finally feeling better.  I still don’t have my voice back though.  Yeah, yeah…funny.  Ha.  Ha.  I can talk at least, but it’s just squeaky and crackly.  I’ve never had laryngitis or whatever this is called for this long.  Usually a week or possibly two and I’m over it, but this is nuts!  I never realized how much I hum or sing harmony along with whatever song is playing.  I notice it now because I simply can NOT do it!

It’s definitely true, you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.  Well, except for that tooth.  I don’t miss it.  I can finally swallow and talk (or squeak) without it jabbing into my tongue all the time.  Yay for that!

Okay, so let’s catch up.  I guess everyone is getting ready for Thanksgiving now.  I swear, every year at this time, I always feel like time just speeds up even faster than normal.  No matter what vows I make to do better “next year”, be more prepared, the holidays always seem to catch me off guard.  I’ve decided, at least for me, it’s that we’re all trying to wring the last bit of summer out that we can, so we’re rushing around doing summer things and then suddenly BOOM! it’s fall.  Ha ha ha!  That’s sure the way it has been this year, too.

For several years of our married life, autumn has found us doing some major remodeling on the house of some sort.  So then as Thanksgiving looms, we are rushing and working all hours to get done so we can host at least one gathering of family.   One year, we were almost done painting the last of our three biggest rooms!  Another year I think we had just swapped furniture in the living room and family room.

This year?  Well, no big projects going on, but one is in the pipe.  We actually have material stacked up in the hallway waiting for the chaos to commence.

We built our house.  Well, I say “we” but y’know, my man built it.  Seriously.  He framed it and did the wiring and plumbing.  We hired all of the drywall, siding, roof and foundation out.  We were thrilled snotless to be finally getting a house after living eight years in a 12×60 single wide with a toddler!  Then we had lived several months with both the boys in my parents’ basement.  We were ready for some space!  We thought we had tons.

We were wrong.

Of course, we tried to save money, build it nice but not extravagant by any means. And we really DID think we had given ourselves plenty of room.  Most of the rooms are perfectly fine, but our master bedroom is just cramped.  That’s the only way you can put it.

We have your typical 3-bed/2-bath ranch style house with family room, living room, utility room and dine-in kitchen.   Our original floor plan had a walk-in closet in the master bedroom that jutted out into the kitchen.  My dad convinced us that it was going to make the kitchen way too small, and he was right.  I would have hated the kitchen if we’d done it that way.  So to remedy that, we basically shoved that closet back into the bedroom, made it smaller and gave up a chunk of space we — thought — we could spare.

We were wrong.

The bedroom has two doors and one 36-inch window, plus the two hinge-type closet doors.  One door opens to the kitchen, the other is a pocket door that opens to the walk-thru master bath which then leads through the utility room that then opens up into the kitchen as well.  IF you are still with me after that, you are amazing.  Can I just say that right now?  🙂

So our bedroom/bathroom/utility/kitchen have a circular path through them and we use all of those on a regular basis.  ANYway, so for a couple years, we’ve sporadically talked about pushing one wall of the bedroom into the living that we seldom use anyway.  Our front door is in the living room and opens to our porch.  We don’t use that door much and it is directly in line with a larger arched opening into the family room.  It’s a straight shot from one to the other.  To the left of the arched doorway, if you’re facing in toward the house, is that little hallway to the two bedrooms.  So if we pushed the bedroom all the way to the front door, it would basically create another short hallway from the front door to the family room and connected to the current hallway in an L shape.   Doing that would give us about 120 extra square feet in the bedroom.  That is some much needed space!

The main reason we never started the project before was because of the cost of flooring.  The other stuff is not terribly expensive and can be bought in smaller batches as it is used and needed.  But not the floor.  And we are getting rid of all the carpet, remember?   And, as my mother is always so quick to point out, “Carpet is the cheapest” but we want wood, sooOOOOoo…. sigh  There’s our conundrum.

Sometime last week, Melissa texted me a post from Facebook where the sister of someone we know was selling several boxes of nice hardwood flooring.  We looked around online to compare prices and even if it was discounted a little from retail, it was still going to be out of our ability to pay for, so we politely declined to buy it.  They came back with a slightly cheaper price and we thought and figured again, but things are very tight right now with Tommy repairing this other truck, so we still couldn’t afford it.

Somewhere along the line, I mentioned all this to my mom.  Just while chatting on the phone.  In typical mom-style, she asked how much the people wanted for the wood.  She would buy it for us “for Christmas”.  She insisted until I said I would talk it over with Tommy.  He reminded me of how many times our parents have helped my sister and her husband out financially, so he said go ahead and let her buy it.  So now we have nine boxes of hardwood stacked in the hallway.  It is just enough to do our entire bedroom…the way it is now.

If we expand the room like we want, we will need another three boxes.  We’ve found that, contrary to what the floor-selling people told us, there is a place local that we can get more of this same color/style wood, so that’s not a worry, although it will be around $300 to buy the additional wood.  We wouldn’t have to have it just yet.

We’re not quite going to this extreme, but close…

We kept talking about this whole idea and decided that if we were going to stay here, and after 25 years, I’m pretty sure we’re not going anywhere, we should probably go ahead and make the house like we want, more practical and comfortable while we are still able.

We’re not spring chickens anymore, in case you didn’t know.  So now I’m thinking about logistics, the moving our bedroom into one of the spare rooms, the fact that doing that requires renting a carpet cleaner because Max occasionally thinks that’s his bathroom 🙁 and we didn’t realize it for awhile.  GASP!

There will be ceiling to repair/redo, which means Yay! I’ll be getting rid of the popcorn in the bedroom, but Urgh, It will be a job doing it back slick.  Tommy doesn’t seem to have any reservations and I’ve never seen the man not do something he set his mind to, so I’m not worrying about it either.

I’ll get to repaint the bedroom, like I wanted to already since we got rid of all our old bedding and got new allergen-free/resistant stuff.  Getting the carpet out will help the allergies a lot and so I can paint the room to match the new spread I got for the bed.  It’s grey, in case you wondered, a very light grey and it’s just a quilted cotton coverlet type, but the main reason I got it was because it can be thrown in the washer.   I’m going to use some tone of blue as an accent, I think.  Maybe even do one wall a different color.  Here are examples of my color ideas for wall paint:

I’m thinking something like either of these two shades for the main grey color….

I couldn’t find any bedroom pix with the grey/blue combo, so here are a couple living rooms with the tone of blue I’m thinking for accent…

or possibly…

We shall see.  As of right now, I made the mistake of looking around for some images of “remodeling chaos” and up popped a bunch of Pinterest stuff and “after” shots from professional remodeling jobs.  Now I’m all like, dang!  Have you seen my house?  Better yet, have you seen my bank balance?!?

Can you feel me?  Yeah…I gotta stick to the real world here in Po’ville where we barely scrapin’ by.  Ha, ha!

Nothing like moving large pieces of furniture from room to room to make you realize how much space they actually take up.  That’s what I dread the most, I guess.  Living with the added mess and chaos that just comes with a remodel.  When you have to move one room into another while the other one is still there.  Not knowing where anything is because you had to find a whole new place to put it where it wouldn’t get in the way in a room it doesn’t even belong anyway.  See?  

Oh well… soon, maybe.  You know I’ll keep you posted.  And with my actual pix possibly!  Ha!


drifting…


I feel this urge to write.  To “make a post” here, but….

I have no clue what to write about.  There’s nothing pressing weighing on my mind really, no earth-shaking updates in my life that I need to make.  Just nothing.

But I find that when I sit here with my fingers tapping the keys that sometimes “things” come out.  Things that I didn’t know were simmering just below the surface of my awareness, ya know?

Right now, I’m thinking about how I NEED to get some sort of exercise.  It’s been almost a week since I’ve been on my bike.  Hubby has had to work late every evening there was a scheduled ride and even on the days when it was just nice “bike ride” weather.  Things have been crazy at work.  It’s weird because when he calls to tell me he won’t be home in time, it’s almost like I feel relieved.  Even though I enjoy riding, I guess it’s the process of getting ready to go actually do it that I hate.  Maybe?  I dunno…

I’m also thinking about how I am tired of cramping.  If there are any male specimens reading, this might be the time to look away.  (ha ha ha!)  I was a little insulted when I went to the new gynecologist back in January and she looked surprised when I told her, yes, i still get my periods.  I mean, c’mon!  I realize I’m a lot closer to 50 now, but that doesn’t mean I should automatically dry up and stop doing my womanly ‘duty’, does it?  Maybe it’s rare for women past 45 to still have their periods?  Or maybe for a woman of that age to still even have her uterus at all what with hysterectomies being so prevalent these days

Anyhow, so I’m thinking maybe I need to go back on the progesterone cream for awhile.  I first used it about 12 years ago when I was ready to get myself a hysterectomy just to avoid the misery that was mine every month.  I had horrendously long, heavy, clotty periods… like 7-8 days long and occasionally I’d do that twice a month!  And the cramping!!  Oh my gosh, how awful it was!!  At that time, a friend suggested progesterone cream, which I’d never even heard of…so I dragged myself to the health food store and picked some up.

I used it every day up until the day my period started, then stayed off it for 6 days (I think.. maybe it was a week) and then started it again, over and over.  I used it for about 3 years and was never so pleased with how something worked in my life.  I went to 4-5 day long cycles that were much, MUCH lighter and hardly any cramping at all.  A MAJOR difference from pre-prog-cream days of being incapacitated by the pain and flooding “super-sizes” of all varieties for a week at a time.

I probably haven’t used the cream in a good 6 years or more.  And my periods are still much lighter than what had been my norm, but I’ve started getting horrendous acne and having a bit more cramping in the week or so prior to starting.  Maybe it’s time to get back on the wagon for awhile?

I know there is another regimen for using the cream during menopause, but I’ve NEVER missed a period… like I said, I sometimes have two in a month, so I don’t think I’m “there” yet, but maybe doing that routine would even help with the cramping and acne?  I dunno…  I’ll hafta do some research.

Ugh.  Just discovered that maybe all the cramping for today may NOT be from the monthly.  Although it is time for that and I’m sure that’s what it has been up until now, but ugh!  Intestinal distress is mine today and I’m not sure why.  Sheesh.

Okay, so that was a li’l TMI… sorry.  Anyhow, see what I mean about when I sit down to write sometimes things just “come out”?  Occasionally that is literal as well.  BAHAHA!  (sorry…potty humor!)

I haven’t got much done around the house.  It seems when I start thinking about what all needs to be done, I get so overwhelmed because there is SO much that needs doing.  *sigh*  I have all the Christmas stuff down and put in boxes, but the boxes still sit in the living room, which is our unused room, not the family room where we live/watch TV.

I need Hubby’s help to get them back into the attic and he hasn’t seemed to feel it necessary to even attempt to do that.  I think I will try maybe Friday after he gets off work and see if I can get him to carry them up the ladder for me.  I’m puke sick of those boxes in there.  And I mean probably a dozen big totes, not just a few shoe boxes, okay?  They take up the entire room.  I think if I could get those out of the way, maybe, just maybe I would get energized and focused enough to start making some headway on the house altogether.

Perhaps I’ll put together a list of what needs to be done and the projects I’d like to accomplish and post that here.  Not sure I’m that brave just yet, even though no one really reads this.  It is accessible and people could see it if they chose to read.  *sigh*  We’ll see.

But as for accomplishing anything, yesterday WAS a little better than usual.  I got up and took our tax stuff to the CPA at 10.  Then I went by my doctor’s office, the GP, and picked up the orders she’d written almost a month ago for physical therapy for my neck and shoulders.  I kept forgetting to stop and get it…that is after they forgot to even give them to me.  *ugh*  After that, I went to the grocery store.  Got the ingredients I needed to make some Chicken Enchilada soup I’d shown to Hubby and we agreed sounded yummy. Then I stopped at the gym and laid for a few minutes in the tanning bed.  Toyed with the idea of going there to actually work out a little soon, but I detest driving to the gym.  I know, I am pathetic.  After that, I went to the bank to see about getting the app on my phone working again.  After it updated, I had to re-input my info and it kept telling me my security answers were wrong when I KNEW they were right!  Talk about embarrassing!  Turns out instead of entering the month and year of my anniversary, I was supposed to be putting in the month and DAY.  Sheesh!  Thankfully the woman who helped me apparently runs into this a lot with customers and she just laughed with me and told me it happens all the time.  Suffice to say, I didn’t tell Hubby how they remedied the problem.  Ha ha!!

After the bank, I went to the therapy place my mom recommended.  She’s been to a lot of physical and occupational therapy over the years, so I figure she knows which one is the best.  That took a long time because they don’t participate with my insurance company.  The nice lady offered to call them though, since I have two separate policies with them to see if that would make a difference.

It didn’t, of course.  She showed me the difference in doing it out-of-network versus “in  network”.  Quite an expensive difference.  *sigh*  I would be “allowed” 50 less visits and each one would cost twice the amount.  Nice.

One of the therapists was sitting at another desk and when I said I’d better just check around first, she started telling me that she was hearing from patients that their office does much more “hands on” therapy than others.  Meaning, I gathered, that they actually do some muscle manipulation (massage) where the others just put a TENS unit and some heat on you and have you do some neck stretches.  I swear, I think a few good massages would probably fix my stupid neck anyhow.

THEN they tell me that their other office, about 35 miles away, DOES accept my insurance.  Now first of all, I’ve never heard of a medical group where one office takes an insurance but the other doesn’t.  That doesn’t make a lick of sense to me.  But that’s what I was told.  I asked how often they thought I’d have to go and was told probably twice a week in order to help the problem as quick as possible.

Now, I am starting the pelvic therapy in Lexington with once a week visits in about 4 more weeks.  I just don’t think I could handle a 100-mile trip to Lexington and another two 35-mile trips each week on the interstate.  I just think that might possibly increase my stress level, ya know?  And that’s not counting the 50+ miles every other week to see my therapist in Richmond.

Too much driving for me.  Ugh!

So I’m not sure what I’ll do about my daggone neck.  I might try just going to my chiropractor and see if getting aligned will help any.  Knowing my history with that, the muscles are probably so tight, I won’t be able to stay in alignment from one appointment to the next.

Ugh!  Sucks to be me, right?  Heh.  Oh well…

Okay, so to finish up my tale of accomplishment from yesterday…once I finally got home, I gathered the eggs, found we had got another monster one and promptly had to send a picture to Hubby and the kids:

sometimes, one of the girls gets a little uber-ambitious!

And then I had to send another one once I got inside and put them in these cups to compare the size:

I couldn’t resist… heh.

And after all that fun, I tidied up the kitchen (read: cleaned up the mess that was there so I could cook) and fixed the enchilada soup.  That took a little longer than I expected, but after I got all that done, I even cleaned up that mess too and put on a load of laundry and swept the kitchen floor.

Go, me!!

Psalm 24:4 – “He who has clean hands and a pure heart, who does not lift up his soul to what is false and does not swear deceitfully.”


a new name for Undieman


After leaving you hanging with this post, I had to scramble to recall the details of the incident I’m about to recollect for you.

Okay, so my dad is weird,  We figured that one out already.  He marches to the beat of his own drum, you might say (yes, possibly in his underwear) so don’t even think you know the tune he’s drumming or what his drum’s even made of because nobody knows.  No-body.  I’m not sure if this incident had anything to do with his weirdness or if it was just “dumb luck”.

Like I said, his very own drummer, uhkay?

This happened when my boys were not quite teenagers yet and I’m not really sure why we were all there at bedtime, but for some reason we were.

Dad had already got in bed, but he was watching TV in there.  Maybe the boys were being loud or something.  I honestly can’t remember.  What I DO remember is that he suddenly started hollering, “Hey!  HEY!  SOMEBODY COME IN HERE!”

I dunno who went in first, but I remember calling through the door to ask what was wrong.  Didn’t wanna risk another viewing of Undieman, ya know?  So I hollered through the door.

He said, “There’s something in here!”  Well, yeah, if I’d had time to think about it, I would have probably rolled on the floor laughing at the ludicrousness of him saying that now, some 20 years after this incident, but I didn’t have time.  Now, however, it makes me crack up.

So my eldest son, who was probably around 12 or 13 at the time, opened the door as I peered into the room from behind him.  All I could see was Dad in the blue flicker of TV light, with the covers pulled up under his nose staring wide-eyed at the ceiling in the corner of the room.

“What is that thing?”, he said, and pointed to where he was looking so intently.

We both leaned in, staying behind the door because frankly, Dad was freaking us out a little.  What we saw was hard to make out, but at first it appeared to just be a big black blob up in the corner of the room.   Yes indeed, scary enough if you’ve watched as many spooky movies as I have, but as our eyes adjusted to the low light, we could make out the skin-like wings of a bat!

By this time, my husband had come on the scene from wherever he had been.  Perhaps he was trying to keep his distance from the bedroom?  I guess maybe the possibility of seeing your father-in-law in his skivvies was more than he wanted to deal with at the time, but he went on in to see if it was indeed a bat and what could be done to get the thing out of the house!

In case you’re wondering, no, this wasn’t the same house that had Undieman running for his life.  It was actually a house that had been my grandparents’ for as long as I could remember.  It was built in the 1940’s so it was a fairly old house, although very solid and not at all ramshackle or run-down like you might imagine a bat would like to hang around in.  Maybe this was a progressive, rebel bat who was looking for a more modern scene?

what all the cool bats wear when they go out clubbin’

Anyhow, so Hubby proceeds to try shooing the bat out, which leads my mother to scream bloody murder lest the thing escape the bedroom and be set loose to fly all over the house.  I think she figured she didn’t have to sleep in the bedroom in case we had to just shut the thing up in there and wait for an exterminator.  The hubby soon learns that This Bat will not be shoo’ed.  He simply flaps and squawks at Hubby’s pathetic attempts to make him leave.  Once or twice, The Bat flew from one corner to another, which didn’t get him any closer to being outside and was apparently a little unnerving to both men judging from the occasional yelps that came from inside the room.

In a few minutes, Hubby sticks his head out the door and instructs the boys to find something to catch the bat in.  My mind went completely blank as it raced to try even fathoming what my parents might have lying around that would double as a bat catcher.  Before I could start a list of possibilities, our eldest comes to the door with a couple of lacrosse sticks from the set Mom had bought the boys to play with.  PERFECT!

With a bit of effort, Hubby soon had The Bat scooped into the nets and holding the sticks together in the most ridiculous fashion he hurried out the front door that Mom was holding open. She slammed it shut almost before my poor hubby made it outside, as if The Bat had come through the front door in the first place.

And so that, my friends, is the story of that time a bat got in Dad’s bedroom and he got a new name, although not really a superhero name like Undieman.

Can you guess what it was?


the most WONderful time of the year


An Autumn Walk

this just makes me tingle.. LOVE the colors!

I love autumn.  I love the smell, the colors, the feel of the air, the anticipation of the family getting together.. oh, wait.  Well, it’s not that I dread the family part, it’s the getting ready for all that that seems to put me in a tailspin.

Can I hear an “amen” out there?

In case you didn’t already know, I’m one of the most unorganized people when it comes to my house.  Other places?  I’m an organized dynamo, but not at home.  I think part of it’s because at home, I have to live with my decisions–what to toss, where to put the untossed, etc..  I get so overwhelmed… partially over worry that I’ll make a bad decision and partially because it seems I never have enough energy.  Unlike when I’m doing my thang elsewhere, at church for instance, I can keep up my energetic-seeming job doing for a finite period and then go home.  Whereas at home, not so much.

I know depression plays a huge part in why I’m so lax at home and why I’m so easily overwhelmed by the tasks I need to complete.  It’s a double jeopardy kinda thing… the pain keeps me from doing & the non-doing adds to the feeling of being overwhelmed which deepens the depression.  What a vicious cycle!!

My other catch-22 is that my not wanting to do or go keeps me at home, but at heart I’m a more social person.  I love getting together with friends and talking the night away, ya know?  So I discovered facebook, which most everyone knows can be a blessing and a curse!  At least it is for me.

I’ve found SO many long-lost friends and become closer friends with those I only knew in passing before.  facebook can be a wonderful way of connecting and staying connected to friends, family and loved ones.  It can also be terribly addicting!

So… I’m going to try to break this awful cycle of non-doing and my addiction to facebook all at once.  I’m not going cold turkey though.  I think that might lead to more depression.  Does that make sense?  Well, anyway, I’m going to give it a try.

Time will tell if I’m successful.  Pray for me!!!

Thx!