the other day our family was going through a very traumatic time. It's done and over with, and we survived the episode, but in no way did I want anything to do with housework during that time, so the dishes sat, rinsed, in the sink.
The next day we headed to my sisters the minute the last bite of food cleared Logan's fork, the table wasn't even cleaned off when we left. Arriving home at eleven PM I cleared the table, rinsed the dishes and added them to the ever growing stack in the sink.
Today I did nothing, and it shows. We have run out of clean dishes.
How on earth, you might be asking yourself, can having a full sink of dirty dishes be rewarding?
Simple. Tonight I ordered pizza for dinner! YAY for no cooking!!!!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
ZZzzz
Right now I am having a lot of trouble focusing my eyes. A big part of this is due to the glasses I am wearing. My regular glasses suffered a catastrophic FAIL so I am wearing a pair of "back ups" I've been using these piece of crap glasses for exactly a week now, and it may be another whole week before the new pair I ordered come in. JOY.
The other reason my eyes are blurred right now is plain and simple tiredness. There is no way I can go to bed right now, I have tonnes of things to do still tonight, but oh, how I wish I could! Even better, I wish that I could sleep in tomorrow. Toss Logan into my bed after we get the older boys off to school, turn on the bedroom TV (it's on the dresser still, we still haven't gotten a TV wall mount ) and sleep for a few extra hours in the morning.
Unfortunately, that is not only out of the question, but a part of why I am still up right now. In the morning an old friend is coming over. She has a daughter who is in the crawling stage so i have to stay up to wash the floors and vacuum. I'd love to go back to bed tomorrow morning, but that's not possible, so I'd like to actually talk with her mom, not have to watch her take god hair off her babies hands every two minutes!
Meh. I have to go fold another load of laundry and tidy up the bathroom, then it's the floors and hopefully, off to bed for me!
The other reason my eyes are blurred right now is plain and simple tiredness. There is no way I can go to bed right now, I have tonnes of things to do still tonight, but oh, how I wish I could! Even better, I wish that I could sleep in tomorrow. Toss Logan into my bed after we get the older boys off to school, turn on the bedroom TV (it's on the dresser still, we still haven't gotten a TV wall mount ) and sleep for a few extra hours in the morning.
Unfortunately, that is not only out of the question, but a part of why I am still up right now. In the morning an old friend is coming over. She has a daughter who is in the crawling stage so i have to stay up to wash the floors and vacuum. I'd love to go back to bed tomorrow morning, but that's not possible, so I'd like to actually talk with her mom, not have to watch her take god hair off her babies hands every two minutes!
Meh. I have to go fold another load of laundry and tidy up the bathroom, then it's the floors and hopefully, off to bed for me!
Worried
The company my husband works for operates in three different sectors, Automotive, Construction and Agriculture. My husband works in the agriculture sector. This is a good thing, so far. His company has posted it's forth quarter results and they are not looking too good. The Automotive and construction sectors are way way down, stupid recession, the only part of the company actually making any money is my husbands sector, agriculture.
But for how long? I mean, what farmer is going to buy a five hundred thousand dollar machine in these times? Sure the guys were just told they have to work some mandatory overtime to meet sales that have already been made, but how many new orders are coming in? This is what worries me!
Hubs and I have a mortgage, three kids and other bills - thankfully, we have no credit cards owing , but that;s becuase we have no credit cards, I think they are evil! I sure hope I am being pessimistic, but I can't help but think that we are headed for some very troubled times! every where I look there are people looking for jobs, ads for IT job search, stories in the news of people in their seventies, heck in their ninety's heading back into the work force, hoping to make some money to keep their head above water.
I guess everyone is worried, not just me, but that doesn't really help me feel better, ya know?
But for how long? I mean, what farmer is going to buy a five hundred thousand dollar machine in these times? Sure the guys were just told they have to work some mandatory overtime to meet sales that have already been made, but how many new orders are coming in? This is what worries me!
Hubs and I have a mortgage, three kids and other bills - thankfully, we have no credit cards owing , but that;s becuase we have no credit cards, I think they are evil! I sure hope I am being pessimistic, but I can't help but think that we are headed for some very troubled times! every where I look there are people looking for jobs, ads for IT job search, stories in the news of people in their seventies, heck in their ninety's heading back into the work force, hoping to make some money to keep their head above water.
I guess everyone is worried, not just me, but that doesn't really help me feel better, ya know?
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Picture Woes
Google and all it's wonderful search capabilities is awesome, huh? Just type in a word, any word, and Google will find it for you. Heck! Even if you misspell a word, Google will offer your misspelling AND searches for the proper spelling, awesome, right?
But what happens when you do not know the name of the thing you are searching for? For example. See that picture up there? Cute Bunny, huh? But the bunny is not what I am interested in, I'm trying to find out the NAME of the stitch used to create this bunny.
I need it for a project I am working on.
See, I know the stitch, what it looks like, but I have no idea what it is called so how do I search for it to find a tutorial on how to actually DO the stitch!? Yeah. it's like that!
I know that it would be damn near impossible for a search engine to be able to recognize pictures and then find text entries based on the picture, but wouldn't it be great if computers came with some kind of, I dunno, barcode scanner to scan a picture and make the search engine tell me what I need to know?
This isn't the first time I have wished that search engines were able to recognize a picture and find it online for me either. There was a competition a while back where you had to figure out where a person was based on a picture. There was a hotel in the background of the photo and I heartily wished that it would have been possible to upload the picture to a search engine and have it tell me what hotel it was. Would have won that competition in a second, had that been the case.
And before you say, hey wait, Google offers IMAGE search, don't. Just don't, please. To utilize the IMAGE search function you first have to know the NAME of what you are searching for , and well... I DON'T KNOW THE NAME OF THE STITCH!!!
/rant
me to write this post I was given a few possible solutions.
I was sent a link to this site. While the pictures are pretty poor quality,I can now take the individual names of the stitches and Google them until I find what I am looking for!
However, thanks to an answer I got in the forum I posted my question on, I know know the name of the stitch is a Blanket Stitch!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
This is Not my Fight
But hey, it's the internet, so my opinion might as well be tossed out the same as every Tom, Dick and Harry's has been, eh?
The Octuplets. And their Six siblings. And their jobless, partnerless, delusional, broke AND in-debt mother.
I could type "All I can say is WTF?"
But I won't. I won't becuase a simple WTF does NOTHING to show my absolute horror over this.
The hospital bills for her delivery and seven week stay? About three million bucks. California taxpayers will be footing the bill. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if the Governor of California asked for disaster relief or invoked a Spawn supplement* tax on all breeders to cover this bill, and the copy cat acts that are sure to come.
Want to know something interesting? Octuplets are so.. unnatural, so ODD that my computer's spell check doesn't even recognize it as a real word! I want to know why this woman's doctor agreed to this? I can understand her reasoning - she's bat shit crazy, what more reason does she need, but her doctor? Who in their right mind implants six freaking babies into a woman? He needs to have more than an investigation done on him, he needs his license revoked. He should never EVER be able to practice medicine again.
All 14 of those children should be taken from that woman. It's unfortunate becuase they will not be able to stay together, mainly because a family (much less one single, broke, delusional woman) cannot care for that many children.
I was getting my three boys into the car this morning to drive them to school. it's was pretty simple, ya know, but how, HOW does one get 8 newborns into a vehicle by themselves? A Single woman? And she is supposed to take 14 kids, one of them autistic and EIGHT of them newborns into a grocery store to shop?
This is so effed up. This woman is soooooo effed up. Those poor poor babies.
*Spawn supplement is in fact a real thing, but it has nothing to do with the Californian Octuplets, it's a dietary supplement used by body builders to gain mass. The play on words amused me though!
The Octuplets. And their Six siblings. And their jobless, partnerless, delusional, broke AND in-debt mother.
I could type "All I can say is WTF?"
But I won't. I won't becuase a simple WTF does NOTHING to show my absolute horror over this.
The hospital bills for her delivery and seven week stay? About three million bucks. California taxpayers will be footing the bill. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if the Governor of California asked for disaster relief or invoked a Spawn supplement* tax on all breeders to cover this bill, and the copy cat acts that are sure to come.
Want to know something interesting? Octuplets are so.. unnatural, so ODD that my computer's spell check doesn't even recognize it as a real word! I want to know why this woman's doctor agreed to this? I can understand her reasoning - she's bat shit crazy, what more reason does she need, but her doctor? Who in their right mind implants six freaking babies into a woman? He needs to have more than an investigation done on him, he needs his license revoked. He should never EVER be able to practice medicine again.
All 14 of those children should be taken from that woman. It's unfortunate becuase they will not be able to stay together, mainly because a family (much less one single, broke, delusional woman) cannot care for that many children.
I was getting my three boys into the car this morning to drive them to school. it's was pretty simple, ya know, but how, HOW does one get 8 newborns into a vehicle by themselves? A Single woman? And she is supposed to take 14 kids, one of them autistic and EIGHT of them newborns into a grocery store to shop?
This is so effed up. This woman is soooooo effed up. Those poor poor babies.
*Spawn supplement is in fact a real thing, but it has nothing to do with the Californian Octuplets, it's a dietary supplement used by body builders to gain mass. The play on words amused me though!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Waiting on healthcare - even if it IS free!
OK, it's official. I am sick. AGAIN.
I'm sure it's not pneumonia, again, yet. My chest burns and I am quite short of breath, but it's not nearly as bad as it was last time I headed to the hospital. However (and this is where the TMI starts people) I am coughing up the most disgusting tasting phlegm I have EVER tasted.
EVER.
In the time it takes me the four seconds to walk from where my laptop is all day to the bathroom so I can spit it out in the sink, I have come so close to puking from the taste, let me tell you. Wait. maybe I shouldn't tell you...
I have noticed that my bathroom faucets need a good cleaning though. I can't help but notice when I am bent over the sink every four minutes horking up a lung! I've even noticed that the left side of the part of the faucet that hooks onto the sink is peeling. It's obviously a poor quality faucet, or it could be that it is ten years old this spring, I dunno. How long do faucets last? Wonder if I should be checking for some Danze faucets sales?
Hmmm. Off on a tangent much? Back to ME ME ME!
We are getting a clinic in town here, and it was supposed to be opening in December, but never did, and I have not heard it's latest opening date yet, and until it does open for business, it is no easy feat to get myself into see a doctor. My primary physician has a three to five week waiting list to see him, so that's out, I will either be dead or better by then! If I go to one of the drop in clinics in the city, the wait time is generally three to four hours to see a doctor, and that is out too becuase I need to drop Logan off at Pre-K at 12:30 and pick them (the boys) up again at 3pm - not enough time to see a doctor. So yeah, seeing a doctor is often more hassle than its worth.
If my chest gets worse, or my cough gets worse I will, I dunno, take all three kids out of school for the day and head in, but man I really wish the clinic in town would open soon. it is supposed to have overnight beds, nine doctors, a place for x-rays, the ability to set simple, not surgical breaks, do stitches, etc, etc, etc, it's going to be great! IF it ever opens!
I'm sure it's not pneumonia, again, yet. My chest burns and I am quite short of breath, but it's not nearly as bad as it was last time I headed to the hospital. However (and this is where the TMI starts people) I am coughing up the most disgusting tasting phlegm I have EVER tasted.
EVER.
In the time it takes me the four seconds to walk from where my laptop is all day to the bathroom so I can spit it out in the sink, I have come so close to puking from the taste, let me tell you. Wait. maybe I shouldn't tell you...
I have noticed that my bathroom faucets need a good cleaning though. I can't help but notice when I am bent over the sink every four minutes horking up a lung! I've even noticed that the left side of the part of the faucet that hooks onto the sink is peeling. It's obviously a poor quality faucet, or it could be that it is ten years old this spring, I dunno. How long do faucets last? Wonder if I should be checking for some Danze faucets sales?
Hmmm. Off on a tangent much? Back to ME ME ME!
We are getting a clinic in town here, and it was supposed to be opening in December, but never did, and I have not heard it's latest opening date yet, and until it does open for business, it is no easy feat to get myself into see a doctor. My primary physician has a three to five week waiting list to see him, so that's out, I will either be dead or better by then! If I go to one of the drop in clinics in the city, the wait time is generally three to four hours to see a doctor, and that is out too becuase I need to drop Logan off at Pre-K at 12:30 and pick them (the boys) up again at 3pm - not enough time to see a doctor. So yeah, seeing a doctor is often more hassle than its worth.
If my chest gets worse, or my cough gets worse I will, I dunno, take all three kids out of school for the day and head in, but man I really wish the clinic in town would open soon. it is supposed to have overnight beds, nine doctors, a place for x-rays, the ability to set simple, not surgical breaks, do stitches, etc, etc, etc, it's going to be great! IF it ever opens!
And I am STILL waiting
This is one of my cabinet doors in my kitchen. To be exact, it is the one I need to replace the one my child used as a ladder to crawl up to the counter one morning. I called the company who built my home, and they gave me the name of the company who supplied the cabinets. So I first found them online, made sure that they still stock my door and then called them.
I figured it would be an easy matter to tell me the cost of just one door, but the lady on the phone instead took down the door size, the door name and my email address and promised to get back to me in a few hours with a quote for what the door would cost.
That was on Friday. I know I gave her the right email because she repeated it to me when I was done, and I have checked my spam a few times a day since them looking for it, just to make sure it wasn't marked as spam by accident.
Still, no email. No quote.
I will call them again tomorrow, and hopefully they will get off their butts and give me a number!
As for the children, Aside from installing industrial knobs running up and down my kitchen cabinets I am not sure how to prevent this from happening again. The boys, all three of them are so used to climbing onto their Nana's cupboards that they cannot seem to remember that they are not allowed to do so at home!
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
It's time to step it up a notch!
If there is one thing I hate, HATE, it is when my husband comes home from work and says "Do you want the Good news or the Bad news". Seriously, who DOES that!!
(NOTE TO SELF : apparently your husband does, DOH!)
I told him that if he got fired or laid off - a real possibility in the agricultural manufacturing industry, because who can afford to buy a 150,000 tractor these days? No one, That's who! - I told him if he lost his job to just come out and tell me, not to play games, And he sighed at me. He sighed people! What, exactly am I supposed to think, when he comes home offering his good news/ bad news choice on the same day Caterpillar lays off 20,000 workers!!
Ahnywhichway. Turns out the "bad news" was that he lit himself on fire at work. Again. He murdered another shirt and some of his more.... personal hair...if you get my southern drift. The fact that he himself, minus some hair was unharmed, to me, makes this "Aww poor little shirt, you will be missed" news, not bad news.
And the good news? Well, it was REALLY good news! It seems that hubs workplace made a profit this year (shocking!) and that the workers would be getting 2.3% of last years gross income back, at midnight, as part of their profit sharing program.
SWEET!
Of course, almost half of his bonus was taken in taxes, but he still got a nice chunk of unexpected change. And since he has been waiting and waiting for February to come so we can get his T4 slips and file our taxes so we can get him a laptop becuase I failed at sharing in Kindergarten, we already knew what he was going to spend that money on. (GOLD STAR for longest run on sentence ev-er!)
So last weekend we headed into the city to buy the man a laptop. There was a very pretty bronze one - why yes, I do like to choose my electronics based on their physical appearance, doesn't everyone? - but after Hubs talked to the sales person it was decided that the pretty bronze laptop would not be coming home with us due to it's lack of graphics card.
Sadness.
So the husband type person I live with has decided to "just wait for a sale" even though I pointed out that MY laptop has a graphics card and I would have zero, zip, nada, NO problem with getting the pretty bronze sweetheart of a laptop and letting him have my current machine.
But noooooo. He pointed out that I keep getting the new laptops and he keeps getting my old ones and that it is just.not.fair. (I'm pretty sure he had stomped his foot and crossed his arms by this point) Whatever. He's just a big baby!
SO. Today I was browsing the world wide interwebs looking for a sale on laptops, and what do you suppose I found?
(If you guessed a sale on laptops, it's your turn to get a GOLD STAR!)
Buy.com has, what I am pretty sure is the exact same laptop I am using now, on sale for just over 500 bucks. I'm not good at computer specs, the terminology is way above me, floating in the sky, giggling at my ineptitude, so lets just take a second to compare pictures. Everyone understands pictures!:
Mine on the left, Buy.com's on the right:
Hmm. I should wash off my screen sometime today.
Please note the finger mouse is the same, the web cam at the top is the same, the three little hole thingys in the front, again, the same. On the side, you can see it on the buy.com picture, my power hole thingy for the cord also glows blue, and both are HP laptops, which is as much computer speak as I speak. Yep. I'm pretty sure they are exactly the same.
And you know what that means, right?
Uh huh. You guessed it! It's time for me to start searching for matching shirts for me and hubs to wear while we surf the net on our matching laptops!
(NOTE TO SELF : apparently your husband does, DOH!)
I told him that if he got fired or laid off - a real possibility in the agricultural manufacturing industry, because who can afford to buy a 150,000 tractor these days? No one, That's who! - I told him if he lost his job to just come out and tell me, not to play games, And he sighed at me. He sighed people! What, exactly am I supposed to think, when he comes home offering his good news/ bad news choice on the same day Caterpillar lays off 20,000 workers!!
Ahnywhichway. Turns out the "bad news" was that he lit himself on fire at work. Again. He murdered another shirt and some of his more.... personal hair...if you get my
And the good news? Well, it was REALLY good news! It seems that hubs workplace made a profit this year (shocking!) and that the workers would be getting 2.3% of last years gross income back, at midnight, as part of their profit sharing program.
SWEET!
Of course, almost half of his bonus was taken in taxes, but he still got a nice chunk of unexpected change. And since he has been waiting and waiting for February to come so we can get his T4 slips and file our taxes so we can get him a laptop becuase I failed at sharing in Kindergarten, we already knew what he was going to spend that money on. (GOLD STAR for longest run on sentence ev-er!)
So last weekend we headed into the city to buy the man a laptop. There was a very pretty bronze one - why yes, I do like to choose my electronics based on their physical appearance, doesn't everyone? - but after Hubs talked to the sales person it was decided that the pretty bronze laptop would not be coming home with us due to it's lack of graphics card.
Sadness.
So the husband type person I live with has decided to "just wait for a sale" even though I pointed out that MY laptop has a graphics card and I would have zero, zip, nada, NO problem with getting the pretty bronze sweetheart of a laptop and letting him have my current machine.
But noooooo. He pointed out that I keep getting the new laptops and he keeps getting my old ones and that it is just.not.fair. (I'm pretty sure he had stomped his foot and crossed his arms by this point) Whatever. He's just a big baby!
SO. Today I was browsing the world wide interwebs looking for a sale on laptops, and what do you suppose I found?
(If you guessed a sale on laptops, it's your turn to get a GOLD STAR!)
Buy.com has, what I am pretty sure is the exact same laptop I am using now, on sale for just over 500 bucks. I'm not good at computer specs, the terminology is way above me, floating in the sky, giggling at my ineptitude, so lets just take a second to compare pictures. Everyone understands pictures!:
Mine on the left, Buy.com's on the right:
Hmm. I should wash off my screen sometime today.
Please note the finger mouse is the same, the web cam at the top is the same, the three little hole thingys in the front, again, the same. On the side, you can see it on the buy.com picture, my power hole thingy for the cord also glows blue, and both are HP laptops, which is as much computer speak as I speak. Yep. I'm pretty sure they are exactly the same.
And you know what that means, right?
Uh huh. You guessed it! It's time for me to start searching for matching shirts for me and hubs to wear while we surf the net on our matching laptops!
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