I feel the need to make an entry but I don’t really have any topic to blabber a lot about. This calls for a bullet list! I heart bullet lists. It’s like twitter only – not.
Though, to be honest, I don’t understand twitter. At all. Or facebook. Or myspace.
Speaking of myspace – is it just me or does anyone else think that any person over, say… 30-ish, who has a myspace is kind of lame? I mean, I dunno. Probably it’s just me. And probably I only think that because my ex has one, he’s 38, and I think everything he does is lame.
Ah well.
Let’s bullet, shall we? :D
First, I’ll bullet Jes.
Jes had an ultrasound the other day. There is nothing like seeing it swimming that catapults it from an abstract idea to a pressing reality. It is real, it is alive, and it is coming.
According to the ultrasound pictures, she is having an alien.
The other day I bought a crib, a changing table and a car seat off craigslist. She’s a tad over 4 months already, she’s showing, and, again, I’m reminded that it is coming. And soon.
She is no longer dating the baby-daddy, which made things a LOT calmer. I mean, just like that, they broke up and like flipping a switch, everything settled from high-alert to almost-normal.
She has a plan and a goal. It’s practically doable and responsible, too, although as quickly and erratically as things change with her? Meh.
I decided to just enjoy this experience as much as I can. It IS my grandchild and I want to have happy memories of this time. I’d hate to think I chose being angry/upset over treasuring the pregnancy and birth of my first grandchild. Besides, how awesome is it that, as a grandma, I get to be this involved and this close to it all. Some grandma’s don’t have that. Silver lining and all that, right?
Enough about her for now.
Master does not want me to work. So, unless it becomes an absolute necessity, I won’t be.
I had to go to the insurance office the other day where they informed me that my driver’s license expired on my birthday. Oops. So off I go to the DMV to get that taken care of only to find out that I can’t. New state, not having the proper documents, blah-de-blah. So I’m off the road for a few weeks while I send off for papers. This is what I get for being a master procrastinator as well as the antithesis of a packrat cuz I threw away all of those important court documents cuz they were cluttering up my desk drawer. :D
I hate clutter. If it were up to me, I’d have bare white walls (which we mostly do, actually) no knick-knacks, empty tables – no nuttin. I like space. I think that’s because my mom had (still has) shit sitting *everywhere*. Drives me bonkers.
Master is a packrat. I’m slowly turning him to my side, especially since we moved and he actually got a good look at how much useless crap he holds onto. However, he has one room that is his, his “man-cave”, and his method of organization and stacking and and… oh man. Someday, I’ll post pictures. You’ll see. I walk in this room and I feel.. heavy. Like the room is going to fall on me and I shall die.
That’s probably not a normal thing. But I am not normal.
Unfortunately, the computer is in this room so I can’t avoid the room all together.
Speaking of computers, I think we’ve fixed the kids’ connection problems. We started having problems with ALL the connections all of a sudden. The xbox live kept kicking off, Am’s new laptop, even our cable-connected comp was losing it’s connection. Anyway, after a couple of calls to tech support, and after moving their comp to a better place in the house, everyone seems to have a good signal (so far). Cross my fingers and knock on wood. But thank you all SO much for your help.
Ummmm…
I’m still sick. I’ve never had a cold grab me as hard as this one did. Yesterday I was *miserable*. Even Master told me I looked pathetic.
I’ve been an epic fail in the kitchen lately. Nothing I’ve made has been very good. Master, who has never, ever, ever told me that anything I cook is icky told me something I cooked was icky. He didn’t even eat it. I don’t know what the problem is.
One problem I KNOW is my new crock pot does not work like my other one did. I don’t like it. Last night’s chicken and dumplings took over 8 HOURS on high to cook. My other crock pot would have done that in 3 hours, tops. We didn’t eat dinner last night until almost 9pm and we normally eat by 5:30 or 6. So.. suckage.
Last night was also my final attempt at making homemade egg noodles. I cannot make them. I give up.
I’m done. :D
Bubbye!
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Sunday January 25th, 2009 11:19am 
Is it possible Jes has seen the light? I hope this turns out well for all of you!!
I hope so! Wouldn’t that be wonderful? :D
Indeed it would, miss k! Doesn’t magically erase him from the picture (poo.) but it’s a start!
I lurvz da bullet list. I lurvz when you post anything. I swear, I am a Kaya whore. I have no shame.
I’m there, kaya-whoring right with you.
This site is decidedly on my Most View-ed list in Firefox. It may be because I check back about umpteen times a day.
Oh well. Life? Dunno what that is. Master? Who? Oh, him. Is he needing anything? No, he’s showering. Then shuddup.
LOL
You crack me up.
I love you.
kaya whores! do I get some of that action? :D
I’m the same way about clutter. My parents’ house is chock full of stuff. The older they get the more clutter there is. My surfaces have one or two things on them tops – a couple of pictures, a lamp. And I don’t “collect” anything!
I hear you. My mom is baaaaaaaad. So bad. I *hated* having to dust when I was a kid. Take it all down, wipe it off, put it all back. Stoopid ass clutter. ;-)
I don’t collect anything either. I don’t keep anything. I don’t display anything… bare minimum is my motto.
bare minimum…with the prospect of moving in about a month, i think i am getting there myself. so much stuff, some of it still in the box from when i moved two and a half years ago. *hides my face* wow that is pathetic. dumpster please??
well you know the rule of thumb don’t you? If you haven’t used or needed it in 6 months? Pitch it!
I tend to drop that down to a month myself, but 6 months is the standard. I heard that on some home improvement show or something. :-)
I am sorry that you are still sick.
I wonder if your kitchen failures are caused by this? You can’t taste the food due to your cold so you can’t tell what it tastes like and if it needs seasoning or something.
It could be. I don’t know. Tonight I tried to go simple, bacon cheeseburgers and fries. Can’t mess that up right? Wrong! I burned the bacon- and my finger- and the fries were soggy. Just.. blech. Not my week I guess.
:-)
I’m happy to join in the kaya-whoring as well! A post from kaya might my day brighta! [nerdy grin]
My Master is possibly the world’s worst pack-rat. I couldn’t move into his apartment, as there simply was no room for *anything* of mine. We had to move into a new apt. together, and that meant dealing with “the room” — the room in which he had tossed anything and everything for 10 years, and never once cleaned out. There were single shoes in there, broken lamps and other furniture, random items even *he* couldn’t explain. And by the time we got to the back of the room (which was only possible by calling a company to come and cart away the junk!) we found several new life-forms in the “mold” family. I think National Geographic featured them recently! ;)
My life as a slave consists to no small part of figuring out how to keep our apartment (which is in no way *large*) from ending up like that. No matter how I clean or tidy, it barely keeps the entropy at bay. He brings new crap into our apt. on a daily basis that I must either find a home for (in a place that already is stuffed to bursting) or somehow managed to quietly make disappear…. Ah, the life of a slave! ;) But actually, it’s much better that I’m a slave, because if I was a normal wife (well, not that *that* would ever happen!) I would nag him and whine about all of this. It’s much better that I’m a slave and don’t complain (well, not too much!) and quietly find ways of dealing with it. I’m a better person as a slave!
You really shouldn’t try to cook when sick — it just don’t work! And I think it sounds like you have a dud crock-pot … and you can’t expect people to turn out great — or even just good — results when they only have inferior tools to do the job with! ;)
Your Master’s room sounds like how Master’s whole house was when we first met – especially the basement. Serious, serious stuff. Old shoes from the 70′s, stacks and stacks of paintings so old they were disintegrating, piles upon piles of papers, mail, just.. omg. insane.
And he was loathe to part with any of it. Any. of. it.
Master has a “stock up” fetish. I don’t know why, maybe it’s some psychological imprint from being poor as a child, but when he buys something, he doesn’t just buy one, he buys LOTS. In bulk.
He had garbage bags full of kleenex, paper towels, dryer sheets, ziplock bags sitting around. Towels – so many towels! Blankets, hats, gloves – for real, I’m twitching just remembering it all..lol
Even now, when we shop and I need something, he’ll try and grab a lot of them. Usually I can reason him down to just whats needed, but not always. Sometimes he plays the “dom card” and will say “what did I say, tess? get more NOW.” heh. Men. Too funny.
Dud crock pot! I think so too!
Instead of egg noodles, try egg dumplings! Or spaetzle – which is sort of a cross between a dumpling and a noodle.
I do them for soups. Way, way easier than noodles and they’re heavier and more filling, too!
dumplings: http://canarygirl.com/?p=85
spaetzle: http://www.lanierbb.com/recipes/data/1192.html
picture of spaetzle: http://z.about.com/d/germanfood/1/0/d/-/-/-/spaetz5.JPG
I am definitely going to try the egg dumplings. I make regualr dumplings (bisquick style) but that looks tasty. Thanks. :-)
Kaya, this is such a great blog…..I am Kaya-whoring with the rest of you all. Great advice and ideas……..I check back constantly. I hope you feel better.
I’ve decided that tomorrow I am going to feel better. The End. I command it to be so! (hey. it works for Master, I thought I’d give it a shot!)
For some reason my comment didn’t post. Let’s try this again.
Your irrational fear of your Master’s stuff in his room falling and killing you reminded me of this:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1109168/Shopaholic-spinster-dead-3ft-unopened-goods.html?ITO=1490
Perhaps your fear is not so irrational after all. :p
Ha! I am so using that! Thanks. :-)
My own Master feels the same as you do about clutter. Thing is, anything of mine is clutter, LOL. I have no space at all in which to put my stuff (my stuff being, yanno, documents about the kid’s therapy and stuff like that) so it’s always being shoved into a box or something…which I find counter-productive for his own goal, since I then have to pull it all out to find what I want. Mostly I just put it back where I had it, in a neat order, and wait for the next time. ;)
My own mother thought she was going to die when she found out I was pregnant (and I was 19, and had been on my own for FOUR YEARS). Instead, she decided to take an active interest in my pregnancy, and she seemed to really enjoy it. It seemed to be the better option.
lol. I pretty much think anything of his is clutter. I bet you can imagine how much he rubs it in when a piece of his “clutter” is suddenly something I need. ;-)
You know, there’s a solid chance you could secure major government aid for Jes because of her alien baby. I bet they’d pony up big dough for that.
But, when I googled “government aid for alien baby” I get a Wikipedia article about “Squadron Supreme (Supreme Power)” so, there’s the TINIEST chance I’m wrong.
I doubt it. But, you know, I must remain modest.
~Chloe
Oh, that’s fantastic. Let’s take money from MY paycheck and YOURS and give it to an irresponsible kid who’s making bad decisions. Awesome.
I don’t want to start a fight. Just wanted to put that out there.
Well, you know we pay taxes too (a lot of taxes. Like, a LOT), so I guess it’s only fitting that some of OUR tax money be used for OUR problem should we go that route.
However, um.. wtf are you talking about? Nobody even said she’d be on any government programs anyway.
No, nobody said that at all. I was just responding to a comment that made me roll my eyes.
Well I figured that much, but.. did you read the comment? I mean, really read it? She was joking about aliens and government. Nothing serious about it at all. That’s why I was a bit perplexed by your comment.
Yes dear, I read the comment. All of it. Really, really read it. My eye roll was in response to the first paragraph only. The end.
The more I think about this, the more it pisses me off (not in a omg-I’m pissed! way, but more of a why-the-fuck-not? way) because, seriously, the amount of money that Master pays in taxes is head-spinning. He pays in more in one year than I used to earn in a year. So why shouldn’t we expect to use some of OUR money for Jes’s baby?
Even if she went on full welfare for 5 years, she wouldn’t use up as much as we’ve paid in in 5 years.
I hope she does qualify for some government/state funded programs. At least then I’ll think our own tax dollars were useful to us as the taxpayer.
well please don’t even think about using my tax money to support the new baby! why can’t your husband just adopt your kids? since they don’t seem to have a father that is there anyway -thats kind of a double whammy for your children that they know he never did that but that would mean you and your husband and your daughter couldn’t rely on the government for hand outs- this was
you and your daughters decision to have this baby and so your the ones that bear the responsibilty -no one else-well except for the baby father-who probably can’t be bothered- even if she doesn’t go that route and has others to support her and throw her the safety net- its still a weird way to think -Oh well better you than me……..! She will come to realize that this is no playground. a rude awakening
wtf would my husband adopting my kids have to do with any of this? They never wanted to be adopted, there is no double whammy.
the point i was trying to make is that them not being adopted will make it easier to get some government aid
Actually no, it doesn’t. Adopted or not, my husband is Jes’s legal guardian. Some programs go by the income of her legal guardians (mine and my husbands) because she is still a minor.
Other programs consider Jes her own “family unit” because, regardless of her age, she’s creating her own family. So it doesn’t matter what our income is.
Adopted or not adopted makes zero difference on this issue.
Again, let me say this – we pay taxes too. We pay so that those programs are there if we need them. If Jes needs them, we’ll use them. I don’t really care what you think about it. I wasn’t asking for your approval.
Just how many times are you going to go away and never come back anyway? You’re my favorite flouncer, sharon.
Suzanne, you might want to consider a nice, tall, frosty glass of shut-the-fuck-up right about now. With your poor grasp of the English language I foresee some tax dollars going into a rudimentary grammar/usage class for you.
Perhaps some state-funded therapy to deal with your “issues” would be a good idea, too.
Wow-you sound nasty and very MATURE – oh well -but i do feel its good for ppl to take responsibiliy for their own lives -but only a person whose is mature can understand that and oh I’m sorry i didn’t pass your spelling test-I should have thought about you before i typed anything- kind of like getting your approval? its kind of a shame thats what your typing about maybe i could re- type it for ya and use your words like “wtf” Damn, well i gotta go and install spell check.
No one brought up government aid but you. You made bizarre assumptions that kaya’s kid was going to be asking for handouts based on some joke about the baby being an alien. Who is lacking logic and maturity here?
If you have an issue with government social programs, take it up with your state and federal government representatives and start voting out the politicians who support those issues. That’s far more productive than making snarky comments on a sex blog.
All this focus on “government programs” is bs designed to draw our attention away from the fact that the US spends over 50 percent of its budget on war. All the while we are complaining about the pittance that might go to help a kid with her baby. Get a grip on the real picture.
Well. I’ll just wait til it’s born and sell the story to the Enquirer for millions. *nods*
Well, holy hell, look what I did.
I came back here, looking at my comment, thinking MAYBE it would have gotten a “lol.” MAYBE.
M-A-Y-B-E.
And instead, it gets people flipping out over government programs? Talk about people LOOKING for a fight. What part of “alien” was confusing? Honestly? Reading comprehension is a lost art, I swear.
*obligatory comment about how more taxes should have gone into their school systems*
Anywho, Tess, I don’t think you should sell the story to the Enquirer. Print-news is SO yesterday. I bet you could take the “serious” route and get a spot on, like, Dr Phil… “Alien baby tears apart family…. with its laser beam eyes.”
(What? Why are you looking at me like that? I couldn’t help myself. Nothing on Earth is sadder than a crappy and obvious joke that goes unused.)
~Chloe
The Vatican has youtube.
?? huh?
I totally agree about the MySpace thing – Facebook is another one that makes me crazy…
All the ‘women’ at my job have them and I am constantly getting friend requests – give me a break…
Don’t sweat the cooking thing – you will get your mojo back…
I had lost mine for a while too but it’s back thankfully…
Congrats on the alien and keep the faith – I had mine on the wrong side of twenty and things have worked out really well for me.
EmmyBlue
Thanks. :-)
It’s good to hear the success stories. Gives me hope.
No reason not to have hope at this stage of the game. It always sounds like you do your best for these kids and there is no doubt you love them – that base will win out in the end.
Kids make mistakes and sometimes it feels like they live to hurt us but when it comes down to it if we keep up with our love and support they come around.
It already sounds like she is making positive steps…
Keep you chin up.
EmmyBlue
ummm…i have a myspace and i’m 36…and it’s how i met my S.O. so i quite likes it actually :P (but then i *am* a narcissist. *snigger*)
i have found myspace to be more creative-leaning than the other sites, but, like life, there is much trawling through the dross to find the gems…
glad to hear you all are happier with the alien situation :)
as for the clutter, any extreme is scary stuff…did you see that couple on Oprah that had a gazillion tons of crap in their house that was actually making them ill????
i have often wondered about the architecturally austere places you see in interiors magazines though…all white walls, polished concrete floors and a block of wood as a chair/table/bed…where in the hell do they keep all their *stuff* – you know…lil bits of paper with *important* numbers on, or the postcard aunty flo sent…my theory is that what you see in the pics is only half the house…one of those immaculately lit white walls is actually a big sliding door and behind there is the other half of the house piled to the rafters with spare batteries, receipts, egg timers….ready to collapse in on you at any second hee hee :D
lol about the myspace. I’ve never had one so I don’t know squat about it, other than what my kids tell me. So I associate it with teenage-drama. Plus, you know, I hate my ex. :D
I didn’t see the one on Oprah but I saw the one on Dr. Phil! TWO houses full of clutter. My fingers were twitching.
*where in the hell do they keep all their *stuff* – you know…lil bits of paper with *important* numbers on, or the postcard aunty flo sent*
You want to know where they keep it? In the garbage can! LOL. That’s where I keep it and that’s why, *occasionally*, I get screwed over because I threw something away that I really shouldn’t have. If I see a battery, I don’t even bother checking to see if it’s a good one. I pitch it. Papers? Garbage. Bills that I can’t pay right now? Garbage- they’ll send another one eventually! I subscribe to no magazines, no newspapers, no nothing that will bring more future garbage into the house.
Right now, Master is using the box that his xbox came in as a table. Every. Single. Time. I come in this room and see that garbage sitting there? AND all the papers and instructions that came with it??? Stacked on the table next to him? Argh!! He’s killing me!
rofl about the ‘alien’. Mine was a teddy bear on his first photo. Don’t believe me?…..I know I have it around here somewhere…..let me check in the piles of clutter…..
Wait!
I’m not going down like that woman did…guess you’ll have to take my word for it lol.
All the best to you and yours
LOL. I’ll take your word for it. Stay away from the clutter!!
Jes broke up with the baby-daddy? Good thing you didn’t give in to her demands, give up your own life and husband.
Yes. Good thing.
OMG i look at the pictures in that news clip and i’m out of breath. Feeling like i’m being crushed too. Master is a pack-rat too. i think it comes from living on the streets as a kid. He likes to say “never know when you’re going to need it”. He has seconds and thirds of almost everything He owns. i’m sure He could create three or four computers with all the parts around the apartment. i’m surprised i haven’t had a computer board stuck to my ass yet!!
i’m moving in with Him in May — if W/we can find the space for me — and i’m only bringing one closet worth of clothes. Keeping myself from tossing His stuff will be the biggest challenge i think. i hate clutter…..
*nods nods nods* I feel ya.
Oh no I am lame!!! Damn it I knew I wasn’t as cool as you…
Clearly sarcasm is lost on some people. :-)
Oh dead Gods not the clutter! *hiss* Clutter is evil. EVIL! When I first moved in with Master He wasn’t really all that bad. Or at least I didn’t think so at first.
Then… I started cleaning out closets and cabinets. Kitchen appliances that didn’t work. Electronics that didn’t work. Boxes for stuff He didn’t own anymore. Instruction manuals (that He clearly never read because the plastic on it was still sealed) for stuff He didn’t own anymore. Holy hell.
But… He’s getting better. There is one last thing (damn near four years later) that we have to fully go through. And that… is the storage unit in the basement of the apartment complex. *dun dun dun* And of course I can’t clean that without Him, cause ya know.. I wouldn’t know what He wants to keep.
I made the point that He hasn’t needed any of it in four years so what does it matter? His point was… He doesn’t remember what’s down there so there might in fact be something He needs. *grumbles* Oh well. Once it gets a bit warmer, we’re doing it. So ha! :-D
Um.. that was supposed to say DEAR Gods.. not dead Gods… *oopps*
lol.. but they would die if all that clutter fell on them!
I hate, hate, hate doing this to you, but…
I broke up with my baby-daddy three times while I was pregnant for my son (at age 16). Three more times directly after my son was born. And probably a hundred times between the time my son turned a year old and when I finally threw in the towel for good.
And Jes really does remind me a lot of me.
So be warned.
:(
*drive by hugging!*
Oh.. and are you actually on twitter or were you just rambling? Cause if so, you should so follow me :P