Showing posts with label stressed out. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stressed out. Show all posts

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Chaos

Just when I had the basement organized and the garage cleaned out we now have boxes piled up and chaos about the house.

:::just breath:::

I'm trying.

Luckily the weather is nice. I can go outside...take a deep breath.

The basement walls have been sealed and the framing has started. Caitlin packed most of the boxes and helped seal the walls. Rick and his Dad were here to start the framing.

Rick took a lunch break for a bit and sat with Caitlin and chatted together. I have to admit it - it was sweet to watch them together. Talking...bickering a little. They are good for each other.

This makes this transition easier.

It's still an adjustment and this is just the beginning. They haven't moved in yet.

Stay tuned!

Monday, October 06, 2008

In light of recent events

The stock markets are crashing, the economy is tanking, I can't decide who to pick for the next leader of the United States, a new study shows that half of all mammals are declining, one of my fish died and my nerves are shot. I take a pill for this and a pill for that and chase it down with alcohol just to cope anymore!

I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!


M and I are going to sell everything, buy a piece of property up in the mountains where no one can find us, build a yurt:
raise llamas:
and organic food and wine (of course)
and drop of the radar.

The llamas will be organic too and all of our clothing will be knitted from organic llama hair.

We will live off the land and become like Nell and create our own language: A tree in the wind will now be pronounced: "A Taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeee iieeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnnnn da Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen missachickapeeeee" (If you didn't see the movie, you will have no clue as to what I am talking about!)

Women, men, women who want to be men, men who want to be women and those who just want to be are all invited, but you need to build your own yurt.

Kids are OK as long as they are quiet and cute.

The rules will be easy - do what I say, not what I do and we'll all get along just fine. If you can't abide by those rules then don't bother coming. Find your own damn mountain.

Thankyouverymuchandhaveaniceday!