That goes for the BF too
Sniff. Hopefully he’s actually on his plane. It’s already been delayed by two hours for some unknown reason. Nothing like spending longer in the airport than the entire time you will actually be flying! Sorry honey! I sniff because I am sick. Or something. I thought it was allergies but I think it’s just a combo of 100 degrees outside and 60 degrees inside. Also, I like having my man around to complain to when I feel whiny. But…I guess if I can type, I am not THAT sick. And if that’s the case I better get on the books. That test is coming up fast. More practice questions! At the bowling alley! Kids are awake and requesting to go out into the world. Maybe I’ll post later. If not, XO to the BF. Love and all that good stuff! L.
Rest the brain, rest the body. Running will have to wait a few more days.
Sunny and hot followed by dark and violent. The day is just oppressive as hell until it suddenly isn’t. The Earth is surely trying to tell us something. Spinning wildly and throwing storms all over its surface. Tossing more limbs into my world anyway. Luckily most of the big ones are gone now. The winds are going to have to try a bit harder and go for a whole tree, although I’d appreciate it if they all just stayed where they belong. Anyway, this was after our walk in the woods. Temp dropped about 25 degrees, wind picked up, sky went dark and kind of green, and the rain poured down. Sideways, actually. It was bizarre. But it was fast. The camera didn’t even really capture how menacing the sky looked. The auto focus kept lightening up the pictures. I don’t have the right equipment for the really threatening storms. I can only catch my views from under a shelter. It was nice after though. Humid still, but cooler. Just getting us ready for yesterday.
The thing we learned from this last week of rainfall is that our gutters are crap. They are full of so much junk that water can’t even collect in them, it just pours over the top and makes a nice waterfall around the perimeter of the house. And I had steel, mesh guards over the tops. They were being slowly destroyed, one by one, due to the basketball hoop in the driveway. Seems the roof and gutters are easier to hit with the basketball then the net. The house and garage looked like they were missing teeth.
Thanks to another day of heat and boredom, we decided to take all the guards down and clean the gutters, finally. Should have done it about five storms ago, but it’s such a pain and I can’t reach them without a ladder, and isn’t that really a man’s job?? It is.
Before I get a nasty comment here, let me just clarify that by “we”, I mean, the BF. He, and he alone, did the actual gutter cleaning. Climbing up and down, hands in the muck, removing the soggy, stinky, rotting leaves and whatever the hell else sits in there and blocks the drainage. He even had to dismantle one of the downspouts to get it unclogged. But they do all flow so nicely now. So thank you. I do appreciate all the hard work you do. And we didn’t spend any money! That’s a good weekend project right?!? Now I can hardly wait for the next rainfall!
I did do some stuff to help. I did accessory things, like move the garbage can closer and hand him the hose to flush out the small debris. I think I even moved a ladder at one point. Don’t judge. I am sick. I can’t breathe remember? Besides, I also pulled my dead daffodil and wildflower plants out. I raked the dirt and fixed the border so we can put something prettier there. What I like to call my “wildflower” area in front of the house, most everybody else calls weeds. Things grow in that spot so well, that they just look weedy.
At any rate, we accomplished a lot and the front of the house doesn’t look like like derelicts live there anymore. It’s plain, but we can add some pizzazz next weekend. That’s when we’ll spend some money. Timbers, rocks, flowers…I have pics of all the “before’s” and I’ll get the “after’s”. You know I will. And hopefully, I seem to be getting a little more consistent posting lately, so hold onto your hats people, it’s going to be a crazy summer! I guess it’s not as exciting as some things, but this site is free and you can feel better about your house by comparing it to mine!
I need to get some “going out in public” clothes on before my kids get here. My son has another doctor appointment today to make sure he’s cured and can participate in the last two weeks of “school”. Which is basically field trips every day. He’s going to Springfield tomorrow. It’s the whole history-Constitution-Land of Lincoln thing. Very exciting. Hopefully he’ll take good pics and you can see it too!
I’ve got a few other ideas to spice up this site and get it flowing faster. More pictures, less words. Here’s a few small teasers: “Benches. 2011.” “Stevie Shadows.” “Target Summer Fun.” “Nerf Guns.” “Stink Bug.” Oh yeah. It will be as thrilling as it sounds. Until later.
Holy Heat Attack!
Day 3 and Day 4 of the race to the Warrior can just hold on one minute here. It is HOT. 95 degrees as I type this. It was pretty warm yesterday too. Needless to say, not a lot of outdoor running was accomplished. In fact I would even go so far as to say that NONE was accomplished. I am hoping for a nice walk in the Forest Preserve with the kids today at best. Trees, shade, wind, it’s not ideal, but it’s better than baking like raw chickens on the asphalt running trail. Plus, less chance of heat stroke. My son has already declared he is NOT going outside. He has volunteered himself for a day of sitting in his room playing xbox. My daughter initially said she would go with me, but is trying to get out of it by pretending to make dinner. For the next 6 hours. Except she is also in her room playing xbox. Looks like me and the BF, although he’s not home yet, and since he was outside already he may not want to go back there! It’s always me that wants to do such stupid things. I even said we could get something cool after! Like ice cream or whatever. Oooh! I bet I could get them with Slurpees! For some reason my kids love those nasty things! I am clearly in the minority of Slurpee love. I never really had the taste for them, but I don’t really like soda either so that could be a factor.
Anyway, who cares. I’m sick anyhow and I don’t even know why I want to go outside. Whatever my son started his week-long cold with, I get to finish. He ended up missing school for a week, going to the doctor with double ear and a sinus infection, a bunch of meds and some chest TX. But I have classes next week and no time or interest in going to the doc. I always get it in my head that fresh air will somehow make me feel better. I feel like heat and sweat somehow burn and leak the toxins out of you. I shall put my theory to the test and report back. I am not running though because I’m going for a slow heal not a fast, fainting, ambulance ride.
I also find it interesting that I had been slurping down the wine all week until a few days ago, and when I stopped, THEN I got sick. Coincidence? I don’t know. The heat was making it hard to drink. I bought Malibu and some tasty juices to try and counteract the wine effect but the sickness got me first. Probably should have muscled through and at least drank the juice. It has vitamins and stuff. At any rate, I have the wine bottles to post so you can share in the goodness if you’d like. I’ve been trying different kinds and I’ll give my totally unprofessional opinion on the various varieties.
And fyi—the air conditioning is on. It’s been on since yesterday afternoon. I’m not that crazy. This heat will do.
Sad news from our aqua-world.
Something was wrong with Mason’s puffy-eye goldfish for quite some time now, but we didn’t know what. We could tell though, that it didn’t look good. And survival of whatever ailed it was not hopeful. After a hard fought battle, he struggled desperately this week to live, I am sorry to say, that he is gone. As of last night, I found it necessary to put him out of his misery.
And without even one bit of exaggeration or sarcasm, I really felt sorry for that poor fish. And I am not ashamed to say that I cried. In fact, I am crying right now typing about him. Watching him try to eat and breathe and swim was just awful. If you could imagine yourself ever wondering if fish have feelings or if they suffer at all, you would know that it could be true looking at this particular goldfish.
I watched him a few nights ago searching the water for food. I could tell he was having a hard time finding it. He used to have very big bags around his eyes when we first got him, that’s the type he was. Just recently, the puffs were beginning to grow again. Sometimes they do. Unfortunately his life was rough from the start. We didn’t know at the time that those kind of goldfish are susceptible to getting those baggy eyes punctured. Which happened almost immediately. The internet said he may die from it. But he didn’t. In fact, he recovered and looked better than ever.
Then a few of the other goldfish Mason had in his tank started to attack him. They eventually ended up nipping off one of his three, long, tail fins. Then just as abruptly, they stopped. The puffy-eye seemed fine even after that. He swam a little weirdly and not always straight, but he was very tough and endearing and had personality, if a fish can, and we really fell in love with him.
Let me just say here, that we have had A LOT of fish come through this house. I mean, A LOT, a lot. And we have dealt with many dead fish so it’s not like we are over prone to fish affection but, this one really did seem special. It’s weird until you own a really good one and then you see. At any rate these last few weeks we watched him suddenly grow bigger and bigger. His body started to get fatter and fatter as if he was going to burst. We managed to get one picture of him, looking pretty good for all his trouble. You can kind of see where he was becoming so fat. In the last 2 days his scales seemed to be lifting off of him and I knew we were close to the end.
Then last night when I went in to feed him, puffy-eye was laying at the bottom, kind of half-in and half-out of Mason’s decoration Colosseum. He was gasping but not moving. It didn’t look like he would be able to get himself out of there. So, I nudged him free and he floated helplessly to the top, just staring at me, gasping for air (?). I couldn’t stand it. He LOOKED miserable. I don’t care what anyone says, that fish was not without some kind of pain. So I ended it for him. And I cried.
I feel kind of silly for being overly emotional about a fish, but he was part of the Aqua-World that we have been creating all the years of my children’s lives. And I cried, because Mason and Stevie really loved that fish too, and they weren’t here to see him go. They knew when they left that there was a good chance he would be gone by the time they get home next week, but I was kind of hoping that little guy could have made it, or suddenly got better and been perfectly normal again. But it was not to be.
So this is my little eulogy to another fish that has swam in and swam out of our lives yet again. He was a funny, puffy, silly, lopsided little fish that we adored.
Rest in Peace.
And if you would like to read more about the love these little fish seem to invoke, please click here.
Do anything to just feel better….
My poor boyfriend is not feeling good. He seems to be catching a cold that came on fast Friday afternoon and has gotten worse over night.
He is on his way out to go play racquetball right now in the hopes that his friend will hit him square in the middle of his forehead and break up all the congestion.
I, on the other hand, am sitting here wishing him well, typing, drinking coffee and eating Peanut M & M’s. Dark Chocolate Peanut M & M’s. Yum!
I do what I can.
Later, we are going to a Communion party for one of my cousin’s sons. I’ll be taking my Mother with me and the sick boyfriend if he feels like going.
I told him Id make him a nice playlist for today that we can listen to in the car on the way there. I have had this idea in the hopper for awhile and here is the perfect lead in. Songs that just make you feel better….
And I think, since I’m feeing so good (knock on wood) I am going to make a sick list too!
How productive of me on the weekend! Like I said, I do what I can.
Load up on the cold medicine, grab more tissues, your favorite blankie, and curl up on your couch with a bad movie and listen to:
Then when you’re done with that, get outside and take a walk or drive to this:
I don’t know where you are in the world but it’s sunny and pleasant in Chicago after a cold, pitiful, rainy week.
It’s Saturday and the air is fresh and clean! Well, clean enough.
And tonight don’t forget to watch our CHICAGO BULLS basketball team in Boston! One more games guys!! You can do it!!
Enjoy your day! GO BULLS!!
just shy of pretty 