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I Done Did It!!!

  • Posted on March 23, 2009 at 7:16 pm

i did it! i did it!

i’ve posted so many blogs today, i can officially be called “the crazy blog lady!”
not really. well, yes really, but that’s not what i’m talking about. 
I FIXED THE WASHING MACHINE! 
yessssssss! 
i, the most un-mechanically inclined woman in the world, the woman who can break electronics just by touching them, has just fixed the washing machine!
okay, so all i did was use my common sense to replace the rubber lining and put the washer-like wire back in place…
but damnit, i fixed it. 
now i’m going to wash some clothes before it decides to break for good. 

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An Axe Murderer Under My Roof…

  • Posted on at 6:17 pm

have i ever mentioned that i am paranoid? very paranoid. it’s not debilitating. well, not debilitating in the sense that i can’t live my life in a semi-normal unmedicated manner. i’m paranoid enough that i wouldn’t let my husband have sex with me after week 12 of my pregnancy. (until 37 weeks, in which i forced him to do the deed every day until i went into labor….LOL) paranoid enough that i still haven’t spent more than 2 hours without being in the presence of my little girl. paranoid enough that i won’t go farther than 30 minutes away from home when my son is at school, and i am paranoid enough that i will sleep in my children’s bedroom when strange, sick men spend the night in my house. 

oh wait, you missed the memo?
yeah, that last blog about my MIL’s wierd, sick boyfriend…well, he’s still here. i’ve just been informed that he’s probably going to spend the night because he doesn’t feel well enough to drive home. 
yay. 
there’s a baby gate seperating the two sides of the house (he has a dog. i don’t want our dogs intermingling, hence the baby gate) and there it will stay until he leaves. whenever that may be. 
my MIL told me that he may be spending the night, and asked me if it was okay. i understood it to be a rhetorical question, because ultimately, her side of the house is her side of the house. she’s a big girl, and my opinion doesn’t really matter that much when she pays the bulk of the mortgage. i said it was fine, but i’m pretty sure i had my real opinion written all over my face when i high-tailed it out of their side. 
when i called J to tell him, he said “yeah, mom told me. i told her to ask you if it was okay…” well shit. apparently she didn’t even really care about my rhetorical answer. she just did it because J told her to. whatever. 
so i’ve made up the bottom bunk in my son’s room, and we will all have a sleep over tonight. me and the kids, that is. i’ll just feel better if me and my two children are behind the same closed door after dark while there is a strange man in our house. 
so, yeah i’m paranoid. my MIL’s taste in men runs from toothless rednecks to goatherders to child abusers and wife beaters to married and drowing in pools of deception. i don’t care if this man is Jesus himself. if my MIL brought him home, i don’t trust him. 
i told my husband i would text him if this guy turns out to be an axe murderer. 
what a blog that would make. 
*nurses growing ulcer*
oh. here’s the icing on the cake…the rubber seal on the front of my front loader washing machine came off today. yes, there is water on the floor. luckily the laundry is done. oh, except that STINKING PILE OF CLOTH DIAPERS I HAVE YET TO WASH. well. they’ll keep another day, i suppose. i absolutely refuse to ask my MIL if i can borrow her washer. (i was serious when i said it’s like two seperate houses…) 
i’m waiting for J to get home so he can fix it. 
maybe i’ll get desperate enough to try myself. we’ll see. 
GGGAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH. >:-( 

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IL Drama

  • Posted on at 2:13 pm

so my MIL has a new boyfriend. 

for those of you who don’t know, i live in the same house as my MIL and her mother. for a variety of reasons i don’t feel like getting into right now, we built an addition onto MIL’s house, and moved in with them. our “sides” of the house are virtually completely seperate, with the common meeting area being the big kitchen. (i have a small kitchen of my own with my espresso bar, fridge, and sink) overall, i get a fairly decent amount of privacy from them. anyways. 
MIL invited her boyfriend out here today. that’s fine- i don’t really care. she can invite whoever the heck she wants to her side of the house. 
but aparently he is sick. i’m not sure what kind of sick…she just said that he might not come over “because he’s not feeling well at all”, and it takes an hour to get to our house. (that’s par for the course where we live) okay. well, better he keep his sick self at home rather than expose a baby, a small child, an elderly woman, and myself to whatever it is he has. 
but apparently that doesn’t matter to them, because he came anyways. 
right now he’s downstairs in MILs room taking a nap, while she excercises up here. 
i’m already creeped out having this strange man in my house. i don’t think i particularly like him- something about him seems kind of “off.” i don’t know. i’ve only talked to him once, so i’m trying to reserve judgement, but i feel really uncomfortable in my own home right now. 
J and i are looking into moving into the city within the next 2-3 years. MIL drives him more crazy than she does me, believe it or not. right now i’ve never felt such a powerful urge to just leave. knowing my MILs taste in men, there probably is something really wrong with this guy- she tends to attract losers of the most amazing type. or maybe it’s just that by the time you’re over 50 all the good ones are already married, or widowered (sp?) and not interested in remarrying. who knows. 
whatever it is, i can’t wait to get the hell outta dodge and have my own space again. a space that i can keep my MILs creepy menfolk out of.  

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The Taste of Childhood

  • Posted on at 8:00 am

uuuuggghhhhhhhh. someone tell my husband to come back home. please? nonono, he hasn’t left me or anything crazy like that. he’s just at work. but that means that along with being deprived of his undeniable masculine presence, i have to take my boy to school in the morning. that means getting up at 6:30…which is not easy when i couldn’t fall asleep until after midnight (shut UP stupid brain!) and was up 3 more times between then and my alarm going off. boo. needless to say, i’m on my second cup of coffee right now. it is especially tasty this morning- yesterday i bought a cinnamon grinder while grocery shopping, and while the cinnamon itself is a little bit chunky for use in coffee, it is still AMAZING. score! for McCormick’s new spice grinders! 

i also got a cream soda while grocery shopping. i don’t drink soda very often- it’s part of the reason i think i haven’t had any weight problems thusfar in my life. soda is like a catalyst for poor nutrition… you keep it around the house and drink it regularly, then suddenly you’re craving chips and candy and keeping those around regularly too. before you know it, you’ve got a weight problem and a house full of junk food. well. at least that’s how it works for the folks in my house. i get it as a treat every once in a while when i’m out in town. (which isn’t very often) i LOVE cream soda. it’s what all the good memories of my childhood taste like. 
do you have a taste or smell like that? for me, childhood has always tasted/smelled like cream soda and butterscotch candies. 
my father’s mother (affectionately called Memere [mem-ay] because she was french canadian) died when i was 11 or 12. i don’t remember too much, but i do remember that in her apartment she always had cream soda and little bowl of butterscotch candies. i always loved visiting her because everything was so different in her place. the soda (my parents never bought soda to keep around the house) and candy and all the little knicknacks- it was so cool to me. the first sip of cream soda always takes me back to a much easier time. i can almost remember what it feels like to be young, completely carefree, and still in love and unafraid of the world around me. i probably shouldn’t feel so affectionate towards it. to me it might represent all that is good about childhood, but to my grandmother it had a much darker meaning. she kept cream soda and peppermint tea around because it was better than liquor…when my grandfather (pepere [pep-ay]) died of complications from lupus when i was 5 years old, she kinda lost her mind in alcohol and cigarettes. my grandparents loved each other very much. she finally quit the booze and smokes a little while later, but the damage was already done…she died of a couple strokes back to back pretty suddenly. the cream soda and tea was to replace the vodka, and the butterscotch was to replace the cigarettes. funny how the same thing can have such vastly different meanings to different people, huh? 
of course there are also tastes and smells that remind me of all the bad parts of childhood, but i prefer not to think about them right now. it’s just too damn early and i’m too damn tired to start in on that. 

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