Thoughts with my Coffee

Okay that was a crazy entrance. The sign in screen kept flashing at my until I refreshed and it seem to work out the twitch.

Its finally a quiet day. Its cloudy so I've been plugging away at the house although there doesn't seem to be much of an improvement since yesterday. Well I did move the Pizza boxes. Yes I do let Hubby order in now and then. He needs the cholesterol and fat kick. Actually its the lesser of several evils. I had a grilled cheese sandwich cause the idea of the pizza really made me ill. So he was a happy camper.

So work is okay. We have a couple of new employees. One who has been described to me as a different duck, I refer to her as the Crazy Cosmetic Lady. She is brutally upfront and she seems to have a few issues indicated by that edgy tone in her voice she can't quite hide. I have been reassured that she has a wicked sense of humour. If that be the case then things will be fine. But if it continues to hide, then I have to rethink my total approach.

You see, I have had a lot of work situations at a previous job that left me very scarred. Rhode Island was my rock during the time afterwards when the shock, and anger hit of the crap that was pulled. We communicated back and forth with emails, and a couple of times over the phone. Any advice I need with cats, Artist and Rhode are the two I listen to. She not helped me deal with things but she also was my friend at a time when I was bitterly lonely and scared. We haven't talked lately but I know she is busy with her life and I with mine. I won't ever let her go as she is a part of my foundation of from who I was to now. Just to let you know Rhode, I miss my friend and I still send you lots of light.

Because of my experience, I work very hard at becoming one of the flock and I work at keeping the peace. Having been both in management and the employee, I can say without a doubt it sucks on both sides. At my one job, I was the go between, for my workmates and management. It worked well. The result was, when I left, everybody liked me. It was one hell of an achievement for a person who always ended up in a personality conflict. I figure Crazy Cosmetic Lady is my final test. The Fates have a serious problem with their sense of humour; its totally twisted.

You know what is really annoying. My washer when it is done, plays a little tune. My mother thinks that was one of the features that attracted me. Yeah, along with a beeping bread maker, a timer that does not shut off by its self on the stove and the little ding on the toaster oven, I could make music in the kitchen. Its enough to drive me nuts some days. No wonder I feel nagged. Between the appliances and the guinea pig, I can never get a moment without something demanding my attention. And Hubby wonders why some days I go a little bonkers.
I told him one day that I figured out that if we did a totem pole for the house, I would be at the bottom and the guinea pig will me at the top. She even squeaks at the dogs for her greens and fruit.

Now that I have gotten my niggle for the day, I can go continue my quartet in the kitchen. If I don't shoot the washer first.

Hugs, Kisses, Massages and whatever else comes to mind.

Huge hugs and kisses to Scribble for the beautiful artwork she sent to me. Unfortunately when I try to up load the images to show them off, my computer comes up with an error but they are nicely displayed on Artist's blog. I have been showing them off to everybody who walks through the door. Right now they are sitting on my dresser waiting for their frames and permanent spots on the wall. They make everybody smile. Thank you so much Scribble.

I have been trying to sit and blog for the last three days but every time I do, the phone rings, Hubby wants to go look for a phone, Border is having another dramatic episode in her life. It's enough to drive anyone to drink. (Although these days it doesn't take much) My only respet is when Artist comes for coffee or I'm at work.

Speaking of Artist, I gave her a dog massage book for Christmas one year as she expressed wanting to learn how to give her Beagle disguised as a Lab massages. Little did I know what it would lead to. She slowly has been winning over our Chihuahua with these massages. What has resulted in is all five dogs lining up for a rub down. As soon as one has had enough, another muzzle is nudging her hand and bobbling eyes at her. The Airedale actually starts to purr. (Low moans and grunts. Not a nice sound) Even the cat was waiting for her one afternoon.

Hubby is finally back to work. I love the man dearly but I'm thinking that retirement with him is going to be hell. I'm already planning his to do list and no computers until it done. He will drive me insane. Its the little things he does, like pace frantically when talking on the phone or never hanging up his coat. Some days all he has to do is breath around me and its sending me over the edge.

I need my alone time. If I don't get it, I tend to get very cranky. Its during my alone time that stuff gets physically or mentally get tossed. With Hubby here, I can't get that time. He thinks staying out of my hair, is hiding on the computer or playing in mud in the backyard. No, because every time he walks into the room I know he is going to say or do something that warrants my attention. I'm really hoping by retirement, there is a work shed somewhere in the backyard with a ton of lumber and a pound of nails. He can go build things and sell them.

You know you need to sweep the stairs when the dogs leave a wake of dust bunnies trailing behind them. Its either that or the dust bunnies have now united under one union and are hunting their prey. Now they are following the cat.

I'd better go get the broom.

My Escape

This is looking through the archway onto the patio at night. The faded lights are butterfly lights interwoven in all the lilacs.

At night, the backyard is lit up. Hubby has butterfly lights in the trees that hang over the pond site. It changes from Zen to Enchanted when the stars come out.

A close up of the waterfall from the newest edition.

Hidden in the corner

Patches looking for intruders in the neighbourhood.

The only way to nap

Pond water come highly recommended by the Beagle.

The stream by the lilac bush (that never blooms) is the latest edition.

Haiku for Artist

So the Haiku bug bit me. Here's one for you Artist.

Spotlight

Her blue eyes smile
As she twirls in the light.
Artist has arrived.

Hubby and his projects

Hubby is presently working on the fishpond while I sit here and recover from last night’s stint at work. It’s a nice windy day so the mosquitoes are having a hard time with their attacks in waves.

So far I have had to admire five rocks being placed twice and one three times. Next will come the fact that he needs another piece of rock, which I will not only have to admire but I will have to discuss the fact as to why it looks better.

Okay so here’s where I start rummaging through the house looking for my organic wine and I’m thinking the robaxa-whatever might be a nice chaser. Now I could go inside and actually get some stuff done. But then I would have to stop what I’m doing and come outside and admire another freakin’ rock every time he puts one in place. So you can see my dilemma.

This is the point I speak up voluntarily and say how good it looks. I realize this may sound a little cruel because I do enjoy the fishpond so much but…..

Can’t they just go out and play building whatever monument they feel the need to build without calling for praise every ten minutes? Yesterday Hubby poured cement!!! Did the pharaohs do the same thing to their wives. "Look my little papya, another stone has been placed. Come see. What do you think?" No wonder so many men in history met with an early death. They died from the slow smothering of a pillow in the middle of the night.

It’s a good thing I love that man to death cause I’d a been an alcoholic by now. It’s the same thing with the Christmas Village or fixing up the bathroom. You’d think I’d be used to it by now.

I think I hear that wine calling.