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Rainy Nights in Georgia… and days and days and days…

September 21st, 2009

Georgia is gonna float away, the Bears beat the Steelers, and I can’t find a freaking house I like.  So my Monday morning could be better.

It has rained basically nonstop for days now, and apparently it’s going to continue for most of the week.  Didn’t I have this problem up in Kentucky?  My father-in-law says I brought the Kentucky rains with me down here.  Of all the things I wanted to bring with me, that wasn’t one of them.

I have a PTO meeting tonight, my first here.  I’m not attending only as a parent but also as the grade parent for the second grade.  I’m praying that’s a title only, and my input won’t really be needed for anything.  I have no opinions these days.  Honest.  Speaking about the whole education thing, while the younger two kids are settling in better than I thought, they’re still struggling a bit with getting into the teaching  routines of their new schools.  I’m expecting some very informative moments at the parent/teacher conferences on Wednesday.  I’m serious… it doesn’t feel like we’ve changed states… sometimes it feels like we’ve changed countries.

Oh well… it’s all good.  We’ve decided to take the kids away for a few days during their Fall break in a couple weeks.  We’re scouting at condo rentals around Cocoa Beach, and we might even jet over to Disney for a day or two.  We soooo deserve it.  I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be than totally disconnected on a beach with a good book.  I wish I could even leave all the electronics at home, even the cell, but with ailing family and a kid away in college, I’m forced to stay in touch at least a little.  Oh don’t you worry, everyone will have strict instructions not to bother me unless there’s loss of limb or something equally as important.

So if you have something really important you need me to tend to, you’d better get with me within the next eleven days.  Otherwise, I’m not listening until mid-October!  Ha – That implies I listen on a regular basis, doesn’t it…

Now where’s your picket fence, Love?

September 11th, 2009

Life is a series of ups and downs, but that emotional roller coaster is still far better than feeling like you’ve flat lined.  At least that’s what I keep telling myself.  Every single freaking time I feel like I finally have something figured out, and I’m headed in the right direction, the universe doubles over in sarcastic cosmic laughter.

Life in Georgia has been filled with packing and unpacking issues, new school drama, and learning to live near my inlaws.  I thought it would be easier than this because I truly love his family.  I’m trying to remember the biggest reason we made this move was because his parents needed us.  Just that fact in itself should have warned me it wouldn’t be easy.  Especially since the needs aren’t something sterile like financial need.  They aren’t well, and some of the people in their lives are taking advantage of their sweet nature and giant hearts.  Someone had to step in, and the husband decided that it should be us.  Yay me.

Would you like me to tell you how moving down here to support and befriend my upper class extremely conservative mother-in-law has changed my life?  Sure you would.  My days are filled with helping to host prayer luncheons and attending ladies’ teas and such.  I’m the grade parent for IzzyB’s class, and the parent the middle school thinks will attend every field trip with the thirteen year old. 

Translation:  I’m walking around this town looking and feeling like I have a stick shoved so far up my ass it’s gonna cause brain damage.  I didn’t even realize it had happened to me until a couple evenings ago when my new “best friend” called to let me know she’d volunteered me to buy a booth some kind of craft fair for her church!  HER CHURCH!  I don’t even attend her church!  Not to mention, now that my days are consumed by playing the role of Betsy Blue Blood, how the hell am I supposed to have time to knit something to sell at a freaking craft fair?!  I vaguely remember spitting out something along the lines of, “Get me all the specific information and get back to me because I won’t commit to something I’m not sure I can follow through with… blah blah blah….”  I’m not doing it.  Screw that.

I’m so tired I went to bed at 8:30pm last night.  Do you have any idea what it means for me to be in bed at 8:30pm?!  The world might possibly be ending.  Tribulation, apocalypse, armageddon, or whatever you wanta call it, be prepared.

I’m trying to behave and let everyone have their fun introducing me into this alternate universe I’ve found myself in, but I’m not sure how much longer I can pretend to be normal.  Every time I catch myself daydreaming about punching some blue haired know-it-all in the face, I remind myself I’ve taken on this role to help.  I just have to find a way to gradually ease my mother-in-law out of all her obligations so that she doesn’t feel like she’s getting too old and frail to keep going like this.  Oh wait… she IS!  Yeah she is, but I don’t have to make her feel it just yet.  This lifestyle is very important to her, and she deserves to be happy right now, even if it all makes me want to jump off the roof.  And there are days when I really really want to jump off this roof.

But not right now.  Right now I have to go hand feed the dog and give him is morning insulin shot.

Oh god I’ve died and gone to hell…

The Reviews are in, Mr. President!

September 9th, 2009

So I allowed our children to sit in on President Obama’s back to school speech yesterday.  I read the text online on Monday and saw absolutely nothing wrong with anything he intended to say.  Want to know what my seven year old daughter and thirteen year old son thought of his speech?

IzzyB got in trouble for playing with her pencil and talking instead of listening.  She said he got boring.  (She is only in the second grade, after all.)

Luke said, “Way to go, Mr. President, for telling me I’m NOT going to be rich and famous!  Like I needed to be shot down before I ever leave the gate… by my own government!”  (He was being sarcastic.)

 

I’m going absolutely crazy down here!  I’m warning you, it’s a trip I might not come back from…