I’m going to take a little blogcation. I have a lot going on in my life right now, and only so much physical and mental energy to spread around. Hopefully it will end up being only a short break and I’ll be back soon 😀
I’m not usually a Twitter whiner, but if someone is amazingly out of line professionally that’s where I go. I always get a response from the company. Always. So when the same salesguy from AT&T showed up uninvited at our house three times in twelve hours and even had the nerve to ask about my being in pajamas I grabbed his lanyard, wrote down his name, and ordered him never to step foot on my porch again. Then I tweeted about it. I haven’t seen him since. It’s like handing the phone to a toddler when a telemarketer calls – 100% effective.
My husband and son helped my father-in-law move some furniture out of the apartment of a recently deceased friend, and my son got a lesson in one of the many unpleasant sorts of people we all have to deal with as adults. An untrustworthy executor. It was a long, hard day – especially for my father-in-law, who’d just lost his best friend. For John to hear a woman kick up the price a notch every time his grandfather spoke about a special memory attached to a particular piece of furniture or knick-knack was appalling. There’s a special place in hell for those who prey on the grief of others, especially when it’s for their own financial gain. It nauseates me.
Poor John. He really deserves the weekend of LanWar he’s going to be enjoying at a local college starting tonight. On top of the furniture moving last weekend he’s also been helping Michael try to get the Camry running again, so that we will no longer be a one-car family. I could tell he was nearing his breaking point when he brought back in the big, heavy Maglite, which has made its home in my underwear drawer ever since Michael and I got married. I had a sudden epiphany (probably twenty years too late) that maybe that wasn’t the most appropriate storage location for it. When I mentioned it to John he whirled and yelled, “You think?!” It made sense as a newlywed in a three-hundred square-foot apartment when I could never find the flashlight when the power went out, but maybe while raising two boys that should have changed. Too late now.
With the bitterly cold winter upon us dogs stealing covers has become a more serious issue. I love our dogs, and I enjoy falling asleep with a snout on the pillow next to mine, but I don’t like having cold feet. I’m considering buying a couple of Twin topsheets and twin quilts to put on our Queen bed, just to see if that makes it any easier to keep my covers to myself. Has anyone tried it?
I watched Making a Murderer on Netflix, and it was truly gripping. I totally binge-watched the whole thing. Don’t watch it. It’s incredibly sad and depressing. Thankfully, my Happy Light has arrived and I just refilled my anti-depressants, so a few episodes of The Property Brothers should perk me right up!
I also watched some of Plastic Surgeons of Beverly Hills, which was more interesting and educational than I’d expected. Did you know that liposuction is the most-revised plastic surgery? And that there is no surgery to fix flabby knees? This one poor woman had big random dents in her hips, thighs, and buttocks. After revision she looked much more natural, but her knees still looked awful. I need to take some knee pictures soon, because my knees look great. Lesson: Try Nerium before resorting to plastic surgery. Seriously.
Here’s something else disturbing I learned from the same show: wearing your hair constantly pulled back (ponytails, braids, etc) can cause traction alopecia. Yep, that’s hair loss, folks. This one poor young woman had the receding hairline of a seventy-year-old man, and no hair for a couple of inches above her ears, either. It may be time to re-think my hair plan (or lack thereof). Anyone have suggestions for wavy, baby-fine hair that don’t involve me putting my hands above my head for longer than five seconds? After that they go numb. My hair’s down to the middle of my back now, although I so rarely wear it down most people don’t know that. I don’t even like to sleep with it down. I’m grateful for any suggestions!
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This year I received the first Christmas card I can ever say was in poor taste. How could any holiday greeting be in poor taste, you ask. I didn’t think it was possible, either. It’s a card someone makes the effort to send to people, and it’s celebratory. Bonus points for people who make cards by hand, write notes in their cards, choose cards with lovely pictures or moving messages, and include pictures of children and fur-babies. I don’t care if you’re Pastafarian and send me a card with a flying spaghetti monster on it, I’ll be excited to get it and will display it proudly! But cards that include a message meant only to publicly and hurtfully exclude the woman who gave birth two and raised two of the people in the picture? Tacky. Unnecessarily cruel. If you are so tasteless as to create a card like this, please don’t send me one.
Now let’s move on to funeral etiquette. I attended a lovely funeral Mass earlier this week. It was for a man in his nineties with no living relatives and the church was half-full. That’s how wonderful a man he was. He touched many lives, and was the perfect example of impeccable taste, compassion, and optimism. But the funeral procession had me cursing like a sailor, and I wasn’t even driving! There was a hearse, the cars had flags and had their hazard lights on, and people still cut in and out of the procession and refused to yield to allow the procession to turn into the cemetery. It was appalling. It made me miss living out in the country, where traffic pulls off the road to let a funeral procession pass, and men often get out of their trucks and hold their hats in their hands. For a stranger. Even if they are running late. These asshats couldn’t even be bothered to get off their cell phones.
Ranting over! I watched Nurse Jackie on Netflix over the last couple of weeks. I’d sworn never to watch it since I was a devoted reader of the blog the writers stole most of their storylines from, but I caved. And since there’s someone with RN, BSN after her name listed as associate producer in the early seasons it looks like they settled out of court and she got a wad of money for her excellent writing. I still miss her blog, though. The real stuff (the stolen stuff) is great – dark humor at its best! But of course they had to shoot themselves in the foot and write about a nurse taking an hour-long lunch and going out to a sit-down restaurant. Nope. You put crackers in your pocket and eat them on the go. And a nurse carries on an affair with a pharmacist at the hospital. Nurses rarely have time to pee during their shift – there is never time for sex. Just sayin’.
I’m doing fairly well on my resolutions so far, especially the one about being positive rather than negative. Yeah, I know, my first two quick takes were negative rants, but they were kind of Public Service Announcement rants. I’ve had plenty of other opportunities to be negative, to hide resentment until it made me ill, but I haven’t. I’ve been authentic in all my conversations, never saying, “That’s OK” when it isn’t, and I even have a bunch of positive people invited over tonight! It’s gonna be great!
My friend has a brand-new grandson, and I’m leaning on her pretty heavily to let me come help babysit for Mommy and Daddy’s weekly date night since this is their second little one. I love me some baby time!! And another friend will be bringing home a little girl next month, so I’m looking forward to lots of snuggle time!
Half the county kept their kids home from school today. There was a vague threat transmitted to the county police regarding an event happening today at a county school. John and I reviewed shooter awareness in schools, and I left the final decision up to him, but let him know that in my mind the logical choice after considering the risk:benefit ratio was staying home. He agreed. Nothing happened, but I’m still glad he was home.
I really don’t want to take my Christmas decorations down this Sunday. I know they are supposed to come down on the Feast of the Epiphany, but I may hang onto them another week or so. They make me happy.
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