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Way better.
Riiiiight.
So...my car is in the shop (I backed into a chrome monster of a pickup truck, of course) and I have the day off. My chauffeur Jill is coming to get me to go to the gym, but I also made her dinner last night (we had quesadillas in honor of the SOTU address). So, yeah, and all the pretty snow is gone. Oh well. Guess I shouldn't complain since it is only going to be 26 degrees tomorrow.
Oh, by the way, new book I'm reading...The Tender Bar by J.R. Moehringer...fantastic. Check it out.
Mood:
Oh, by the way, new book I'm reading...The Tender Bar by J.R. Moehringer...fantastic. Check it out.
Mood:
I don't really believe that, and I also don't believe in depriving school children of the wonderful tale of the First Thanksgiving (which I understand many government-funded schools do now).
Celebrate the pilgrims and the Indians, or just celebrate your family and friends, but let's not PC-up another holiday.
Happy Thanksgiving.
I have already made the stuffing, cranberry sauce, a cheesecake and the turkey is brining overnight...it's gonna be good!
Mood:
Celebrate the pilgrims and the Indians, or just celebrate your family and friends, but let's not PC-up another holiday.
Happy Thanksgiving.
I have already made the stuffing, cranberry sauce, a cheesecake and the turkey is brining overnight...it's gonna be good!
Mood:
Tomorrow is the big day...I start driving. I just packed my last box and now I am going to load up my car. The movers should be here around 8:00 in the morning, and I will be leaving shortly thereafter.
I think I am ready. It's definitely time.
Mood:
I think I am ready. It's definitely time.
Mood:
Saturday and Sunday--the official two last days in this house. Monday morning I am leaving. Tomorrow is the annual Harbor Pointe (where we live) yard sale. It's a big deal. People stay up late setting up, putting up canopies...etc. I tagged all my items tonight, so we just have to haul into the drive way tomorrow morning at a pleasant 6:30.
Tomorrow, after the sale, I think I will take a long run down by the beach...last of many...for a while, at least. Sunday, I will make sure all my stuff is packed and I didn't forget anything, and Monday, wait for the moving truck to come take it all away.
I got the radio in my car fixed just in time for the long drive, and I also have Ernest Hemingway's The Sun Also Rises on CD for the areas of the country where only farm reports come on the radio.
Goodnight. Cross your fingers I make some dough tomorrow.
Mood:
Tomorrow, after the sale, I think I will take a long run down by the beach...last of many...for a while, at least. Sunday, I will make sure all my stuff is packed and I didn't forget anything, and Monday, wait for the moving truck to come take it all away.
I got the radio in my car fixed just in time for the long drive, and I also have Ernest Hemingway's The Sun Also Rises on CD for the areas of the country where only farm reports come on the radio.
Goodnight. Cross your fingers I make some dough tomorrow.
Mood:
Well, since I just got back from my second trip to Washington in as many weeks, I have been cleaning like mad and trying to catch up with homework and as such, have not written anything on Vox...that is noteworthy at least.
Anyway, just another almost unbearable day at home! If I had some actual money in my bank account, I could find things to do all day (zoo, museums, movies) but alas, I have none.
Also, this latest class has been keeping me busy, busy, busy. I read 200 pages of Madame Bovary yesterday on the flight from Seattle to Ontario, picked up my car and got home around 6:30, took a shower and attempted to do my discussion questions online sans finishing the book. Although, 200 pages in 3:30 ain't bad, I was dead tired last night. Somehow, though, I managed to stay up until 1 am watching Music and Lyrics because I don't like to neglect Netflix.
This morning, after a LOT of coffee and a nice gander at the news, I cleaned every floor in this 1800 square foot house, first vacuuming, then mopping, then cleaning my bathroom. There is still a pile of stuff on my bed because I am too lazy to finish the job.
I sent out about 10 resumes for jobs in the Sacramento area, and talked to my dad. Watched another movie (Miss Potter) and washed my hair. I took Hemingway for a long walk (although from the sound of it, he may need another soon) and played with the puppies.
I just ate dinner and now I am done! I need to finish Madame Bovary tonight, so no WW reruns for me!
I suppose I should clear off the bed so I can go to sleep tonight. Eh, I'll sleep around it.
Anyway, just another almost unbearable day at home! If I had some actual money in my bank account, I could find things to do all day (zoo, museums, movies) but alas, I have none.
Also, this latest class has been keeping me busy, busy, busy. I read 200 pages of Madame Bovary yesterday on the flight from Seattle to Ontario, picked up my car and got home around 6:30, took a shower and attempted to do my discussion questions online sans finishing the book. Although, 200 pages in 3:30 ain't bad, I was dead tired last night. Somehow, though, I managed to stay up until 1 am watching Music and Lyrics because I don't like to neglect Netflix.
This morning, after a LOT of coffee and a nice gander at the news, I cleaned every floor in this 1800 square foot house, first vacuuming, then mopping, then cleaning my bathroom. There is still a pile of stuff on my bed because I am too lazy to finish the job.
I sent out about 10 resumes for jobs in the Sacramento area, and talked to my dad. Watched another movie (Miss Potter) and washed my hair. I took Hemingway for a long walk (although from the sound of it, he may need another soon) and played with the puppies.
I just ate dinner and now I am done! I need to finish Madame Bovary tonight, so no WW reruns for me!
I suppose I should clear off the bed so I can go to sleep tonight. Eh, I'll sleep around it.
I'm not really sure about some things, but there has been a lot of fighting going on in my house. I'm fine, but my mom and stepdad have been at it for weeks, always bickering, fighting about fighting, I even got stuck in one argument. My mom has been sleeping in the guest room for over a week now.
This morning I woke up and heard them arguing in their bedroom (downstairs)...something about selling the house, an agreement, a request. I couldn't catch much more than that (and yes, I do eavesdrop).
Here's the current situation. We've had two houses for about 3+ years now. One where I grew up and one here at the beach. I moved into the beach house in the summer of 2004. They still lived up in the old house. I pay rent, and basically have the house to myself. They would come on weekends in the summers, and rarely in winters. It was great. I had a completely furnished, bills paid for, food in the refrigerator house. Great.
Well, in March of this year, they sold the other house. But, by December 2006, my mom had moved down here permanently because she got a job. My step dad stayed up at the other house. Once it was sold (waiting for his youngest son to turn 18), they both moved down to the beach house for good. Only one house now.
To be honest with you, I don't know what seems to be the major problem between them, but if I had to guess, it's with the fact that they sold the old house (in an area where most of the family lives) and moved down here. That problem mostly lies with step dad. He was born and raised there (my family has only lived there since 1994), and I believe he can't move on from a lot of things...i.e. his parents dying, selling their house, all his kids living there with their families, even little stuff like doctors that he's been going to for years, etc.
Personally, I don't understand the attachment. Life moves on. You get a new doctor. Your parents are dead. Your kids have their own families to worry about. I don't know if he thinks being up there would make him feel better, but the last time I got sad about moving somewhere new I was about 10 years old. To me this seems silly. He won't let the fact that they are not up there anymore cause anguish in his marriage.
Also, there is the matter of religion. Step dad is Mormon, my family is Christian (and no, they are not the same thing). My mom has been dutifully going to step dad's church with him, has had to fend of the vulture-like women who are pressuring her into joining all sorts of groups and on top of all this, working full time, taking care of my 10-year-old step dad who for some reason, can't put a jar of peanut butter back to save his life.
He is "retired" basically (at 56) which is a bad idea for a whole bunch of reasons. One, he's lazy; two, he goes to the beach five days a week, all day and doesn't do a thing around here (like taking the garbage out--really. easy. stuff). Then my mom comes home and has to do more work because he watches tv or surfs all day. If I am here, I try and keep things clean, but there are days where I need to do stuff, or I am working and I can't help her out. The best part is --and I am not making this up--say my mom gets home at 4:00, she will change, do a little straightening, start the dishwasher, whatever, then sit down with the paper or a magazine and watch the news. At this point, it can't be more than 4:45. If my step dad is home, he's been in their bedroom watching TV or napping (which, I also don't get the incessant naps this man takes). He'll walk out, not even say hello first before one of the following comes out of his mouth:
"What's for dinner?"
"Have you decided what we are doing for dinner?"
"So, what do you want to make for dinner?"
IT'S NOT EVEN FIVE O' CLOCK!!!
My mom has gotten to the point where she won't even look up from her paper to say, "I don't know yet." And he'll just continue to stand there.
Now, let me say, it's one thing to cook dinner for your husband or family every night, but she should not have to come home to this child-like behavior. God, make yourself a damn sandwich.
Anyway, this is just the tip of the iceberg. If she (and I once) is not getting yelled at for letting the dogs on the sofa or on the carpet for a nanosecond, it's something else.
To be honest with you, I don't know why or how my mom puts up with it. I don't know what will come of all this....
This morning I woke up and heard them arguing in their bedroom (downstairs)...something about selling the house, an agreement, a request. I couldn't catch much more than that (and yes, I do eavesdrop).
Here's the current situation. We've had two houses for about 3+ years now. One where I grew up and one here at the beach. I moved into the beach house in the summer of 2004. They still lived up in the old house. I pay rent, and basically have the house to myself. They would come on weekends in the summers, and rarely in winters. It was great. I had a completely furnished, bills paid for, food in the refrigerator house. Great.
Well, in March of this year, they sold the other house. But, by December 2006, my mom had moved down here permanently because she got a job. My step dad stayed up at the other house. Once it was sold (waiting for his youngest son to turn 18), they both moved down to the beach house for good. Only one house now.
To be honest with you, I don't know what seems to be the major problem between them, but if I had to guess, it's with the fact that they sold the old house (in an area where most of the family lives) and moved down here. That problem mostly lies with step dad. He was born and raised there (my family has only lived there since 1994), and I believe he can't move on from a lot of things...i.e. his parents dying, selling their house, all his kids living there with their families, even little stuff like doctors that he's been going to for years, etc.
Personally, I don't understand the attachment. Life moves on. You get a new doctor. Your parents are dead. Your kids have their own families to worry about. I don't know if he thinks being up there would make him feel better, but the last time I got sad about moving somewhere new I was about 10 years old. To me this seems silly. He won't let the fact that they are not up there anymore cause anguish in his marriage.
Also, there is the matter of religion. Step dad is Mormon, my family is Christian (and no, they are not the same thing). My mom has been dutifully going to step dad's church with him, has had to fend of the vulture-like women who are pressuring her into joining all sorts of groups and on top of all this, working full time, taking care of my 10-year-old step dad who for some reason, can't put a jar of peanut butter back to save his life.
He is "retired" basically (at 56) which is a bad idea for a whole bunch of reasons. One, he's lazy; two, he goes to the beach five days a week, all day and doesn't do a thing around here (like taking the garbage out--really. easy. stuff). Then my mom comes home and has to do more work because he watches tv or surfs all day. If I am here, I try and keep things clean, but there are days where I need to do stuff, or I am working and I can't help her out. The best part is --and I am not making this up--say my mom gets home at 4:00, she will change, do a little straightening, start the dishwasher, whatever, then sit down with the paper or a magazine and watch the news. At this point, it can't be more than 4:45. If my step dad is home, he's been in their bedroom watching TV or napping (which, I also don't get the incessant naps this man takes). He'll walk out, not even say hello first before one of the following comes out of his mouth:
"What's for dinner?"
"Have you decided what we are doing for dinner?"
"So, what do you want to make for dinner?"
IT'S NOT EVEN FIVE O' CLOCK!!!
My mom has gotten to the point where she won't even look up from her paper to say, "I don't know yet." And he'll just continue to stand there.
Now, let me say, it's one thing to cook dinner for your husband or family every night, but she should not have to come home to this child-like behavior. God, make yourself a damn sandwich.
Anyway, this is just the tip of the iceberg. If she (and I once) is not getting yelled at for letting the dogs on the sofa or on the carpet for a nanosecond, it's something else.
To be honest with you, I don't know why or how my mom puts up with it. I don't know what will come of all this....
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