Thx Kiwienie for the summary of the NM ! Wow .. Kiwi and peachers have good genes in the pool! (wabby I hope you were as lost as I was..if not..I claim the most unedumacated cow position)
I think Katrina has kaboshed all the IP's... like I should complain... but hey, I'm impatient... because, finally, I am feeling better.
I would never spray my nuts with Raid.
Congrats to Peach boy on NMSF status. I hope it brings in real scholarship $$$.
I'll look for Zout tomorrow...
Shatzi.. what WAS the neighborhood kid doing barging in the bathroom?
I appreciate the hand holding and support while DH gets used to the idea that his gift was really a gift and treated as such by DS. I haven't heard much from DH... but considering that IN is in post Katrina rain area... it probably isn't happening any too soon.
Has it turned cool anyplace yet? It is still 86 here. Yuch.
Gonna go see if I can sleep without peculiar dreams like last night.
Hey Painty---boys are notoriously uncommunicative {according to the mothers of my dd's boyfriends} BOTH moms have asked me what is going on in general with this or that cause the BOYS don't share----the mother of ds 19's bf loves talking to my daughter {a very chatty one!} just to hear all the latest tidbits. The only problem is ---snagging a friendly daughter in law-----------that could be the answer!----gLAD to hear that you are feeling better----looking forward to the cooler fall temps for you-----THE NEWS REPORTS FROM THE GULF COAST ARE DEVASTATING-------i am sooooooooooo sad for all those poor souls trapped in that mess---it is shocking to watch all the bold looters with their assorted junk they are stealing----makes you wonder where they are going with it------every place seems under water---------HOW DID THE STORM AFFECT YOU PEACHIE????????
The news just keeps getting worse. The gulf coast of the US has been turned into a 3rd world country and in the meantime hundreds just died in a panic on a bridge in Iraq. Something tells me Mr. G Dubya is messing his pants about now.
I find it so revolting to see photos of people sorting out their stolen goods. The idea that thousands of people are homeless and at risk from the aftermath of the hurricane, and these bottom-feeders are making it their business to steal everything they can--makes me sick. I was just looking at a NYTimes slide show that showed some people outside a sporting goods store: 2 young women were examining piles of shoe boxes, apparently for the right sizes, while some guys were making off with armloads of clothing on hangers. I hope the store owners nail their a**es from the photos. Stupid a**holes. The police say there's not a whole lot they can do, even if they have the time to arrest these jerks, because the jails are under water. I say SO WHAT, a jail's a jail.
So, such a happy first day of school in this screwed up household. I go into the kitchen at 6:45 am and there's a puddle on the floor. Nope, it's not the new puppy, she's not coming for 2-3 more weeks. Ceiling's opened up again. It's been raining continuously for hours. So I'm trying to mop that up, make DD's lunch and hop up and down waiting for the bathroom. I need a thermos for her hot couscous (don't ask) and I can't find it. I know someone used it this summer, but it's nowhere to be found. I start rummaging through shelves that haven't been disturbed for weeks or months: aaaaaaaaaaaarrggggggghh they are strewn with mouse poop! Time for Mother to have a meltdown. DH felt the need (remember, he is 100% unemployed at the moment) to get up at the exact same moment I did, so I've had to shoo him out of the kitchen once already. Then he wants to know if I am going to take DD's traditional first day of school photograph. Ahem. "No, dear, YOU DO IT!" I never did find the thermos and I refuse to look at the mousepoop until I've had at least one more cup of coffee. DH informed me that we'd caught a mouse in a mousetrap last night, as if this is supposed to somehow cheer me up. I guess if I were naive enough to believe that was the only mouse living here, that would make my day, but really, I know better.
Well, DD got to take the car to school today, and well deserved after the chaos about her lunch and the lengthy posing for pictures for her dad. And he has gone off somewhere for the day to do some more geneology research, although it took almost 2 hours to get him out of the house. All I want to do is take a nap...
Do you think it would help if I spiked my coffee before I looked at the poopy shelves?
i say an Irish Coffee is just the thing for a mice hudda hunt!---regarding the looters kiwonks---won't it be nice if they ever find the time to track this arses and get them after they think they are all safe and sound------------they can spend a few months in the slammer in their new duds!!!imagine the gall----the camera crews from nbc were in the stores filming them and it seemed that uniformed lady cops were helping themselves as well---they implied that the cops were looters as well,but i can't imagine---hubby says the cops from the Big Easy have been known to go a little 'easy' on the rules sometimes-hhhs.----IT'S RAINING CATS AND DOGS HERE IN THE MARITIMES!!!!
I prefer to watch the good ppl rescue others than dwell on the looters. Much heroics happening. I could possibly understand helping oneself to food or bottled water, with the intention of coming back later to pay the store owner, but what the heck do these ppl think they're going to do with the loot anyway???? Ooops. I was dwelling again.
Kiwi, your morning sounds like a typical first day of school at my house back in the olden times. Can't say I really miss it. I went shopping & out to dinner w/ DD yesterday after work. I told DH I was going, but when I got home at 8 pm he was feeling sorry for himself because "the house is soooo quiet now". I think he may be having a harder time w/ the empty nest than I am.
I had my massage, but my back and neck are still killing me, except now the muscles feel bruised where she massaged too darn hard. Whaaaaah.
No rain here, not too hot. A perfect sunny 79 degrees predicted for today. Sorry it's too hot for Schatzi and too rainy for Bagzie and Kiwi--- Peachers you never did say if you got any hurricane side effects. --- and I knew about National Merit Society - just cause I'm not edgemacated dudn't mean I don't know a thing or two about a thing or two.
You can all relax now - Dubya has ended his Texas vacation and is back on the job.
I may turn into Lushie: Here's what I've done this morning (after kicking everybody out of the house and ranting online):
Watched King of the Hill
Washed some dishes and then tackled the pooped-upon pots in the stove drawer. I swear these mice have some nerve.
Cleaned the stove drawer.
Ate lunch and watched The Closer.
Did a nice big pile of decluttering in the kitchen. Found a postcard from Peaches -- it was hilarious, dahling; it's on my fridge!
Took another break....
I work so that I can take breaks. Also I take breaks to avoid work. My life is so productive.
I wonder if I will ever be able to go out to dinner with my DD after she has moved out of the house? I mean, without flying to another city first... Poor DH, Wabby, I'm sure he is suddenly realizing that the empty house makes him sad. Men are so funny when they "discover" a new emotion. My DH went out and got a book about coping with your child going away to college, after we went on our college tour last spring. Like he had to learn all about this new idea. DD and I just look at each other and roll our eyes.
It's all too depressing. I was weeping all through the news. The human interest stories on CNN just kill me. The people who are looting just for lootings sake make me sick. The others who are taking things like diapers for their babies and sanitary pads for themselves? I don't know. They should be distributing the stuff evenly to everyone.
AND...I think a sweet kitty who had been visiting us for the past few days is dead. When I was walking down the street yesterday with the kids, we saw a small cat lying dead on the side of the road. Run over by a car during the night, we think. I couldn't even bear to walk over and see if it was "our" cat but I keep getting a bad, bad feeling that it was. When we came back from shopping, the cat was gone - I guess someone moved it or called whoever it is that deals with these things. No idea who she belonged to and I feel so bad.
AND...I have wicked PMS and the lard flaps are even flappier from water retention. It's just disgusting. Every time I rearrange my t-shirt I sense tthem lurking there making me look like a gigantic lump.
Yes. Tomorrow will be better. Sorry about the kitty. Sorrier still about all the ppl down south. Gov. of Louisiana has asked everyone to join them for a day of prayer. Sounds like the only solution so far.
I'm on a going out to eat binge - my mom took me out to lunch.
I talked to my mom last night and she was very bummed out because she had to have her cat put down. It was very sick with cancer. Poor little furries, very sad.
Here's the worst thing about this incessant rain and the muggy humid stickiness that results: them lard flaps getting stuck together.
I had a good PMS boohoo yesterday and nice PMS snit this morning, so I'm good to go.
So sorry about the kitty, Sug. It is the close-by details that really get us, isn't it?
I don't understand what makes it OK to steal... and how "looting" is any different. I understand that many people spent all their cash buying groceries and staples BEFORE the storm and then it all got washed or blown away. What a horrible situation... you think you planned ahead, and you get hit hard anyway.
Speaking of dwelling, I wish that this would make us as a country pay better attention to the poverty stricken lives of people in our own country. How about economic aid for our own people... rather than sending it over seas. We don't have to be politically near-sighted and miss our own opportunities.
Is it really racism that has kept "the south" so poor and underdeveloped all these years? And I can't imagine that living in the AstroDome is going to be that much better.
I am relieved that I am not the squad leader of Fema or Salvation Army. I am embarassed to admit that. I feel helpless to connect what I could do with anything that would make any difference to any of the sufferers. Oh, I can offer encouragement and words, but they just seem sooo... paltry. I don't have levees in my back pockets (lard flap lumps to the contrary), or purified water, or refined gas (quiet in the peanut gallery...).
And I'm irritated that bureaucrats (who have access to tanks, water, food rations) say we should pray. Praying doesn't get things done (in my book.) Doing things gets things done.
I know, Painty, but praying won't hurt. I agree that there needs to be action, but the needs are so great it's hard to know where to start. How in the h*ll do you just evacuate an entire city like New Orleans? Where do they expect ppl to go, to eat, to drink???? and for how long?
Since we only get ONE TV channel, I don't know as much about New Orleans as you all but I know enough. It's beyond comprehension. Naturally, I think praying helps a great deal and people from my church are headed to Hattiesburg MS with food besides. They stock up at Sam's.
There is something on my porch. It's 3:29 and the cat is staring at the door. Last night, ants were in the cat food (anybody else have this problem?) so I set it on the porch. I guess it's been located.
It's always sad when innocent furry things die. I've been realizing what great company my bad cat is. Worth every penny. Right now, his ears are pointed straight at the door and it's so entertaining. I can pick up him, turn him upside down and hold him with one hand .. then put him down .. within 5-10 minutes, he'll sneak up and bite me. He's really funny.
-- it was hilarious, dahling; it's on my fridge!
crappy, crappy day
