Tired Saturday...

Okay now this is really getting ridiculous. I have got to start packing, I have every intention of packing, and then I leave my house for "just a while" and come home several hours later, exhausted and in pain and proceed to sit on my ass and get nothing else done the rest of the night! Aargh! I'm starting to annoy myself.
Yesterday I finally, FINALLY, got my car fixed and decided I had to drive around and do some fun stuff since I really haven't had any freedom for months. So I went to see my sister and hung out all day until it was time to come home for Pickle. We thrift shopped a bit and my legs were killing me by the time I got home. I actually went to bed and pretty much stayed there, with the exception of heating up some crap to feed my poor family for dinner. I don't even remember what it was but it didn't count as cooking, that's for sure.
Then today my Hub overslept and I had to get up at 7:30 to iron his work clothes for him (which if you knew me you'd know this is an ungodly hour, and on a Saturday, no less) and since my Mama had mentioned going yard-saleing, I hauled my lazy butt up and got ready to go out. I did make Alex a banana sandwich for breakfast, and coffee for me, and then I laid back down for another hour or so with my TV on, but he point is that I got ready and we were out of the house by 10 or so. I mentioned that I didn't want to be gone all day, but I really don't know who I was trying to kid with that funny talk. We went to several yard sales (I got a great little green shirt for a quarter!) and then to lunch at a restaurant we had been wanting to try. It was Grecian and was very good, btw. Then we went to Wally World to get some groceries (again, more quick foods like frozen pizza and sandwich stuff because I intend to pack up the damn kitchen and not be able to cook for the next two weeks) and back home to put them away.
So you think I'm home, I can relax and get some things done, right? Ok. Pickle is bugging me to death because he wants to go to the skate park (poor kid, he has no place to play here and he loves to skateboard) and we needed to get his hair cut because he might start getting mistaken for guitarist rock god Slash if we don't. So Mama calls and wants to go with us and fine, off we go. We get to the barber shop and the wait is 25 mins and surprise! Mama doesn't want to wait that long. I knew she wouldn't but oh well. So we leave, sans haircut, and take Slash to the skate park, which we wouldn't let him stay and skate on because it is 5:00 and the big boys are there. My boy is little. He's 7, so no go. We did take him to the empty school parking lot and he tried to skate there but it's just not the same. So by the time we get home, it's 6:00 and my knees, ankles, elbows are on fire. I am getting no packing done today.
I heated a frozen pizza for the fam, poor guys are just as happy with that as if I'd cooked, and vegged out the rest of the night. One bright spot, I walked into my bedroom to find the Pickle snuggled up in my bed watching Snow White. Just when I think he's growing up too fast, and I can't take another "teenager" show like Zack and Cody or whatever, I find him being a sweet little boy. I love that kid!
So the plan for Sunday is as follows: put some chicken in the crockpot (that will be packed last, definitely,) change the sheets and get all the laundry done, pack all the bookshelves and end tables, and go to the beach to relax in the afternoon. I hope it will be 70 and beautiful like it was today!
Oh Crap. I just remebered what it was I forgot at the grocery. Coffee. Well, let's hope Sam's Coke Zero has enough caffeine to get me going! Let you know tomorrow...
Susan

So much for promises...

Okay so when I finally put down on, er, paper, that I'm gonna write every single day, I get a migraine the next day and I'm out of commission for 2 days. Add in another day just cause I'm lazy and, well, you get the picture.
So there hasn't been much progress on the packing front. I know, I know, I have to get off my ass and get to gettin'. I don't know why I haven't had much desire to do so. I am sooo ready to move-still loving the new place, or rather the idea of it. We did all go traipsing over there today to show it off. That is, me and Bobby and Alex, Mama of course, and Aunt Dale, Gramma, Aunt Faye and Uncle Ken. Nobody had seen it yet but us and Mama. So we went over and everybody seemed to like it a lot. And every time we go the neighborhood just seems better and better. We saw the people next door (to the right of us-the ones not in the same duplex) pull up to their place with 2 or 3 dogs in the car. The guy waved (I think Bobby did first) but the girl just went on in. The dogs were cute, though. Alex did, however, notice a dog poo in our back yard as he was rolling around in it. The yard, not the poo. I think. Sigh. Anyway, I can see I'm gonna have to keep my eyes out for people not picking up after their pets. And we saw a black and white cat, very similar to ours except for this one was more white, sitting in the bedroom window right next to Alex's in the other side of the duplex. So we know those people are cat lovers, too. Why else would they have so kindly left the window cracked for kitty and put something on which he could perch so near the window?
And just as we are all standing around in the yard, because oh yes, we do all tend to hang out in a big group, I notice a wee little boy watching from across the street. Then just as I'm asking Alex if he knows the little tyke, the kid comes over and says, with his hand outstretched for a slap, "Yo Alex what's up?" Alex answers back and voila-instant buddy in the 'hood. I hope this kid isn't gonna be, how can I put this delicately, trashy, like some of the ones he has found to pal around with here. But at any rate, we can see his bus stop from our tiny little front porch (note to self==get rocking chair for the front porch) and we saw several children playing and so I'm sure everything is gonna be alright. Most important of all, the Boy seems happy with the place over all, likes his room and loves the yard and trees and sidewalk and he won't have to play in the back alley anymore. Hurrah!
So I should prolly shut up now, since nobody is reading this anyway, and go to bed because I have to get up early tomorrow and follow the Hub into work so WalMart can put a new battery in my car. Oh, my little Rio. How I have missed you. I know, I maligned you so when you ran so loyally for me for so long. Then I got tired of your little-ness and your purple-ness and whatever else I loved about you at first. Indeed, these were some of the reasons I picked you in the first place. But since your tags were expired and then your battery dead and I haven't been able to drive you in months, I do realize how much I missed you! Please forgive me. Tomorrow I will drive you all over, just because I can. Please God let there be nothing else wrong with you. I shall take you from Wally World to the NMB Library and to the Salvation Army. Maybe even to stop in at other thrift stores or at my sister's. Then back home again in order to be here in time for Pickle to get home from school. And then on to packing. So until the morrow...
Susan

Lazy Sunday...

I have absolutely nothing to write about today. I did nothing all day. Laid around, took a coupla naps, watched 2 episodes of Young and the Restless with my mama. Let Alex watch TV all day. Gave him and Hub crap (aka Pizza Rolls) for dinner. Only reason I'm writing at all is because I promised myself that I would write every single day the year I was 40. Maybe tomorrow I'll have something interesting to say. I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you, though. Until then...Susan

Blue & Gold Banquet...

So today was the Blue & Gold Banquet for Cub/Boy Scouts. Bobby and Alex made a dessert to enter in the contest, which was only open to dads and boys. I laid on the couch while they were making it and tried not to interfere. It was very cute-a brownie landscape with blue jello lake and Swedish fish and a boy scout made out of marshmallows and pretzels fishing in it. I have been very tired all day, due mainly to the fact that the boys (Alex and his buddy Sam) stayed up literally all night playing. They were in Alex's room and I could tell they were trying to be quiet but they still kept me up. So when I did get up for the day I was grumpy all day (sorry, honey.) We made it to the banquet and afterward went to Target to return a wallet I'd gotten for a birthday present. So the Target people made me mad because of their asinine return policy, which I'll probably talk about later-can't go into it now because I'm finally in a better mood, and I ended up not finding anything I wanted. On the way home I mentioned that I wished we were going to the new apt. instead of our current one and Hub asked if I wanted to ride by, even though it was completely in the other direction, and of course I said yes. We stopped to get a bottle of water (so thirsty!) and went by the house. So I don't know if it was because I drank the water, which was the first healthy thing I'd had all day, or if it was seeing the house, or a combination but either way I got home in a lot better mood. Go figure. Alex went to bed like a good boy, with no complaints, and Bobby is in bed and I just might go on too. BTW, Alex was so good at the banquet! He sat quietly and paid attention to the speakers (even though the whole thing was boring as hell, and, as usual, not very well run) and was just very respectful and good. I certainly cannot say the same for the rest of the kids there. Several at our table alone were just little hellions even though their parents were right there! Alex wasn't even sitting at our table-for some reason he chose a different table and we watched him behave from afar. That's my boy! The rest of the parents and kids should be ashamed of themselves. Honestly, people, get it under control. And that's all for now, folks. Until tomorrow...
Susan

First sleepover...

My boy is having his first sleepover tonight with a friend from next door. They are playing the playstation, eating pizza rolls, and will soon be watching a movie and eating popcorn. Oh, the fun we will have tonight. Daddy just got off work and is busy buying ingredients for the dessert he and Alex have to make for the Father/Scout competition tomorrow night at the Boy Scout Blue & Gold Banquet. Alex will get his Wolf badge, which he has been working toward since second grade started. The dessert can only be made by daddies and sons-no moms allowed and Bobby won't even let me help them come up with the recipe or design. I'm thinking, maybe I'm gonna go hide in my room for the rest of the night! Crap, before I can do that I have to scoop kitty litter (the litter box is in my connected bathroom and it really reeks) or I won't be able to breathe. I scoop every day, like a good Kitty Mama, but with one box and two cats it HAS to be done every single day-and is way better if it gets done twice a day. Haven't touched it today yet and since it is 8 pm, you can tell just by venturing near the end of the hall. Since I haven't really done much today it shouldn't be such a big deal, all I did was go to next small town over with Mama and make a payment on my new kitchen table I put on layaway yesterday (didn't have any at the Kmart in my town) and then since we were there we checked out the GoodWill. We didn't find anything worth getting there and it was getting time to get home before Pickle did on the school bus so we stopped at the WalMart for bananas and soy milk (for those of you who don't know, if you go anywhere with my mom you will most likely have to stop at some point on the way home and get bananas and soy milk!) and then came on home. I took a nap for a little while and since then have just been blog surfing. Heating up pizza rolls and searching for the remote and the phone don't seem to really count as working but I sure feel tired! Which leads me to think-- I should probably check my blood sugar, as this exhausted feeling is surely a sign that my blood glucose levels are way too high. I am a really, really bad diabetic. Meaning, I don't test the way I should (I forget to!) and don't take my meds the way I should (again, I forget to!) and definitely don't exercise the way I should (I'm lazy!) I know, I know, I need to do all those things and get my numbers under control and get my life under control. I do well for a few days, then I fall off the wagon because it all gets too much with the finger pricking and the insulin taking and yada yada. But okay--I'm gonna go test/take my meds now because I am too tired for someone who hasn't done anything today and I have to get on the ball so I can get some packing done. I need to be ready to go on April 1st-so excited to get into the new apartment and I want to be neat and organized from day one. Otherwise, I know how it will go and let's just say, it won't be pretty. I might get back here later tonight and if I do, I'll let you know what my numbers were. My guess, based on the way I feel, is around 450. Don't yell, I know. Until then...
Susan

And so it begins...

Today I'm 40. Ugh. I had a great birthday, though. My sweet pickle, aka my son, woke me up with a fabulous picture he drew for me of the Cat in the Hat. He knows I love cats, so that's what he came up with. I love it, even though Cat's tail does, unfortunately, look like, umm, let's just say Cat definitely loolks like a boy. Then after he got off to school, my Hub let me sleep late (which I'm sure had nothing to do with the fact that he was playing a video game) and then we went thrift store shopping. Got a great deal on a beautiful dresser for the boy's room, with a mirror. Until the guys loading it into the car dropped the mirror and shattered it. Then Goodwill said they couldn't refund our money (but they would issue us a credit instead) because we'd paid with a debit card, which is stupid because I have worked retail for ever and I know it is a pain in the ass but it can be done. So anyway, we finally agreed to get about half of our money back in the form of a credit and keep the dresser, and the frame for the mirror. So I'm actually pretty happy about it. My Hub got me a great cookbook of Asian fusion cooking for my collection and my boy gave me a couple of small cat figurines for that collection and a homemade card. Then we went to Olive Garden for dinner with most of my family and I was really happy with what I ordered, which when you have a big group of people doesn't always happen. We also put a kitchen table I really like on layaway and hope to get it out soon after we move to our new apartment next month. So, like I said, a really good day. And I decided to start a blog, because I sometimes feel like I have something to say. Maybe people will want to read it, maybe not. Gonna write anyway, catharsis and all that.
I am 40, I'm a SAHM of a fantastic 7 year old boy and the wife of a great husband. We live at the beach in SC, which is awesome. Being less than a mile from the ocean is wonderful. I love to read, love cats, love trying to quilt and knit and all that stuff, love to cook. I plan to go back to the school in the fall--which is one reason why the apt. we are moving to is perfect because it is totally in walking distance of the campus, as well as a wonderful park with a lake, lots of shops and restaurants and a movie theater and a Barnes and Noble and very close to the libray and really I don't know what else a person could ask for. Oh yeah, and still only about a mile from the beach. Sigh.
Ok, that's enough for now. Hopefully, something interesting will happen tomorrow so I'll have something to write about. Until then...
Susan