So, well, yesterday, a wee little bit of hate leaked out. Sorry about that folks.  It happens occasionally.  I try not to let it overwhelm me, but this has been a bit of a hard week. Just so we all know that in fact, I am NOT Mother Theresa, I was NOT born with a permanent Xanax infusion and do NOT go around like a Stepford wife all day long happily mugging along in my mundane little existence getting my yaya’s off by doing little things for my family.

 

Oh, I do them.  I just don’t enjoy doing them LOL.  I call it robot mode.  You just sigh and keep going.  Me and the freakin Energizer bunny.

 

Today was swimmingly pleasant.  Girls got up with no fights, got dressed without too much angst, had time to watch TV before school bus arrived.

 

Had to explain to them that if they continue to call the Flame Point Siamese (stray cat we adopted as an outside cat) to them when they are out at the edge of the property waiting on the bus, that they will come home some day to road pizza instead of a cat.

 

Still have four of the five kittens resident.  Oldest daughter (Nursey) has allegedly placed the black boy kitten, and will be transporting it Saturday next.  I cannot wait.

 

I still have yet to unpack one wall of boxes.  They are on the entrance wall to the front door which we never use as there are no stairs.  Haven’t been since we moved in!!

 

We use the utility room door.  What a nice way to enter!  Right next to the litter box LOL.  I change it twice daily (five kittens and three adult cats) and then you walk right by the washer and dryer (always running or getting ready to run, or in the process of fluffing till I get time to fold and hang, or clothes across the rod I had DH hang over them W & D so I could hang right out of the dryer.

 

Which brings me to a question I have always had.  Why do we have dressers, bureaus, etc.?

 

Half of my friends clothing never makes it to the respective bedrooms.  My dream house, which I have designed several times, and buddy boy, the DAY after I hit the Lottery I will contact a contractor to start building that sucker…

 

My dream house has a laundry room that is 20 x 20.  Huge folding counter.  Built in closets on one entire wall.  Built in floor to ceiling drawers on the other wall.  I mean, why not just go into the laundry room to dress and undress.  The big bathroom is right off that laundry room too. 

 

Makes one hell of a lot more sense to me.  No toting the laundry from room to room to put away, stuffed into drawers that are too small to hold the clothing.  I have NEVER seen a dresser that had room in it. Never. Ever.

 

I always start out matching outfits and hanging them all in a row with the matching accessories.  What a joke.  I always end up with various clothing items stuffed into whatever drawer they will fit into.

 

As we speak, my nightstand, which is a smallish dresser of mahogany that I picked up at a yard sale and goes really well with my massive bedroom furniture is full of both my nightclothes (assorted stained t-shirts that are not socially acceptable to wear any longer, old sweats, sleep pants and the odd assorted comfy things I have amassed over the ½ century) AND my husband’s overflow from his dresser, which is plenty large, just not large enough for his clothes.  The drawers of the dresser are lined with the stuff they put on pool tables, it is all joined perfectly and polishes up real nice.  It just doesn’t hold enough clothes.

 

Why?

 

Does anyone in the world who does not have maids have organized dresser drawers?

 

Does anyone really ever clean them out regularly?

 

Where do you find the time to do it?  Do you invent the time?  Do you have nothing better to do, like, um, sit at your laptop and blog????

 

Have you ever sat at your computer for a longish time and realized your back is hurting like heck because you sat down crooked and are just too stupid to realize that to slightly move your position would ease the pain?  (Can you tell I just did that very thing????)

 

Monster gets stupider every day.  I need to take him to the vet to check for brain damage.  He dumped in my bedroom twice the other day.  Walmart bag doo doo.  ARRRRGGGGHHHH

 

One of my painless birth kidlets, is coming to the rescue so to speak.  She and her husband are both nurses.  They live about 2 hours away.  Have four kids.

 

Husband Nurse owns a lumber mill (the kind you can buy and keep in your garage) with his Dad who is retired.

 

They got a good deal (free I think) on some Hickory.  They are cutting it and just charging us for the gas to run the mill and the gas to truck the wood up here to build our shed.

 

WhooooooHOOOOOOOO!!!

 

Happy days are here again.

 

The tractor will not have to be driven the 6 miles on the state highway to the storage facility to overwinter.  It will have it’s own little house.

 

If there is enough wood, the shed will also encompass a leatherworking area for DH and I, and perhaps a Goat shed for the girls so they can have a 4-H project this year.  Goats are so much better than rabbits.  Why?  Cause goats poop in the yard and you don’t have to clean out a cage.  You have to clean out the goat shed instead, but you can make the kids do that.  If they had a rabbit cage, trust me, they would let the rabbits out when they were cleaning it out and then they would flunk cause, well, I am pretty sure that losing your 4-H project means you flunk.

Next year, being insane as I am, I still want to build a barn and buy a couple of horses.  I know, they take a lot of work.  But they are nice to have and wonderful to ride.  And, I think it would be nice for the girls as well.  Okay, I am the one who REALLY wants them.

 

I really think I need to hit the lottery.  Could someone please provide me with the winning numbers? I would really appreciate it.  Course, I have heard that to win, you must play. That could be a bit of a problem.

 

This should be (please God let it be) the last month of being flatish broke.  And, Hey! Just in time for Christmas too!! LOL

 

We should, shortly after Oct 1 have all the moving expenses caught up, paid off so to speak.

 

I got a nice surprise the other day.  I went to the pharmacy to pick up scrips, and lo and behold, NOTHING was due!!

 

I.   Had.   Reached.    My.  Catastrophic.  Cap!!!  Oh happy day…..

 

Yes, for the next two weeks (the federal fiscal year starts over on October 1st) I can rest at night knowing that we have already paid the $3,000 catastrophic cap for this year that means that not one red cent more comes out of my pocket for any medical expense or prescription. Whew!  Boy will I sleep better.

 

I called the pharmacy.  Told them to fill every dang prescription they had on file.  Yesterday, I picked up a whopping $897.34 worth of prescriptions.  The co-pays would have been $86.00 and they were all freeeeeeeeee.

 

I have to run to the store now.  Tomorrow is our snack day in Kindergarten.  I have to go buy snacks for 25 little children and they have to fit in ½ Pint’s bookbag.  Wish me luck!