L is off again to "The Property" this time. She just got home from Bear Lake, had the week from HELL and hit the high road. I don't blame her, I spent last Thursday and Friday in bed with the famous tachycardia. Fourteen hours worth, only to wake up with a hianus case of hives. Yeah, baby, I'm just living right. As I am wallowing in my misery, L calls to tell me she not only got a bad case of sun stroke, but sun poisoning as well. Boy, I'm telling you, it just doesn't get better than this.
In the mean time, the "boys" have been working on the T & L art studio. Yes, it is true that all the walls are up, the siding is on, the tile has been set and the furniture assembled. However, while painting the walls, drop clothes did not seem to be on the list of priorities. I spent two days scraping paint off the newly installed tile and praying that the Grand Canyon that was dug for the electrical work will be filled in soon before all of my lawn dies. The wheels of progress move ever so slowly and patience has never been a virtue I possess.
On the lighter side, grandma got the splint off of her shoulder, just in time to announce that the right shoulder is giving her some trouble and may need surgery. I could see this one coming a mile away. Perfect, eight more weeks of a huge pain in my rear end. But you have to take the humor where you can get it. I realized yesterday, while we were drawing straws to see who had to go visit grandma, how funny things are. Picture this, Katy, Wade and I are in the kitchen presenting our cases against going to the rehab center. This is how it went: Wade, "But I always have to pull out her chin hairs, and you know how disgusting those can be. Why doesn't she just wax like everyone else?" Katy, "Well, if you think that's bad, I had to clip her toenails. Don't they have people that can do that? And lets not mention that I have given her three manicures since she got there." "Well", I say, "She saves her poop attach until I get there and I am the one that has to pull down her pants and wipe her butt. Plus, I pay her bills and wash her clothes." In the end we all went, including the dog. She needed to see Duke, get her clean clothes and secure her supply of Diet Coke and Baby Ruth's. It is true. grandma is a pain, but at 94 she is still as mean and bossy as ever. We tow the line, believe me. She rarely goes a day without a visitor. God help us.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
THE T & L SNAP WATCH
I have really had a crappy couple of weeks and L isn't exactly doing the "Happy Dance", but you would think that things would start to look up, wouldn't you?
So, the latest event to push me into blog mode was moments ago, when the frame store called to tell me my canvas isn't square. The single only painting I felt frame worthy, and the damn thing isn't square. Perfect! Solution, re-stretch the canvas, $75.00. Well, why not, there is only about $75.00 worth of paint on said canvas, and the canvas was $65.00 to begin with. Framing another $135.00. Sure, what's another $75.00. This must be the pain and suffering of a struggling artist.
That is the ending of the story, here is the beginning. Aside from the fact that my very special daughter-in-law, on a week by week basis, wants to be married or doesn't, I don't care either way, but when she doesn't, I become the proud owner of her husband, my son. In the past month he has been bounced here twice and quite frankly, my tired hurts. Add this to the continuing construction of the T & L Art Studio, grandma's daily problems at the "home"and my husband's dive into depression after the death of his mother and you're lookin' at a whole bucket full of stress. Less has never been more for me, so I can only assume that God was trying to teach me a lesson when he struck me with the POX. A disease so vile that I literally spent two days hallucinating, on a bed in Mesquite, while trying to entertain friends and celebrate my daughter's 18th birthday. Swine flu would have been a cake walk. This thing changed symptoms daily. Twelve days later, I'm proud to say that I can drink water without throwing up, can eat small amounts of food and have stopped shaking enough to type on the keyboard. The only residual effects are an extremely nasty attitude and sixteen rows of fever blisters that haven't quite healed. Wait, I think I had the nasty attitude before the illness.
During our morning discussion, not surprisingly, L voiced my same feelings. It is just a matter of time before someone gets their head snapped off. Mercury may be in retrograde, the planets may be unaligned, it may be karma, but I think we have just had a gut full. We are a fun loving duo. We give to our kids, the community, our friends and clients until it hurts and then one day, you wake up and wonder why they all expect so much. Our own fault, true, but I think there is a new Sheriff in town. Come on, L, let's saddle up and take a little vacation. Hugs, T.
So, the latest event to push me into blog mode was moments ago, when the frame store called to tell me my canvas isn't square. The single only painting I felt frame worthy, and the damn thing isn't square. Perfect! Solution, re-stretch the canvas, $75.00. Well, why not, there is only about $75.00 worth of paint on said canvas, and the canvas was $65.00 to begin with. Framing another $135.00. Sure, what's another $75.00. This must be the pain and suffering of a struggling artist.
That is the ending of the story, here is the beginning. Aside from the fact that my very special daughter-in-law, on a week by week basis, wants to be married or doesn't, I don't care either way, but when she doesn't, I become the proud owner of her husband, my son. In the past month he has been bounced here twice and quite frankly, my tired hurts. Add this to the continuing construction of the T & L Art Studio, grandma's daily problems at the "home"and my husband's dive into depression after the death of his mother and you're lookin' at a whole bucket full of stress. Less has never been more for me, so I can only assume that God was trying to teach me a lesson when he struck me with the POX. A disease so vile that I literally spent two days hallucinating, on a bed in Mesquite, while trying to entertain friends and celebrate my daughter's 18th birthday. Swine flu would have been a cake walk. This thing changed symptoms daily. Twelve days later, I'm proud to say that I can drink water without throwing up, can eat small amounts of food and have stopped shaking enough to type on the keyboard. The only residual effects are an extremely nasty attitude and sixteen rows of fever blisters that haven't quite healed. Wait, I think I had the nasty attitude before the illness.
During our morning discussion, not surprisingly, L voiced my same feelings. It is just a matter of time before someone gets their head snapped off. Mercury may be in retrograde, the planets may be unaligned, it may be karma, but I think we have just had a gut full. We are a fun loving duo. We give to our kids, the community, our friends and clients until it hurts and then one day, you wake up and wonder why they all expect so much. Our own fault, true, but I think there is a new Sheriff in town. Come on, L, let's saddle up and take a little vacation. Hugs, T.
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