May 15, 2007

OK, I just got an Asskick from Jenny and figured I had better take some time to sit down and update. I have let things here get so far behind that I have been so busy that I am working from 6AM until after 8PM and not coming in to eat. Boy I had better be losing some damned weight somewhere! There is another reason (I guess if I were to be honest) that has had me not update for a bit. I have found a few new journals to read on when I have a few minutes and I find myself thinking that ‘with content out there like that, why would anyone want to read this crap I throw up there?’ Sometimes I get my brain in line and I write something that I find interesting and sometimes even funny, but most times I think “Wow, that is boring, oh well, publish it and move on.” There are times that I think that the only person that bothers to read on this is Jenny over at http://pacer.typepad.com/pacer/ , but the hit counter tells me that I am wrong. Hmmm…. Enough of my pathetic self-esteem issues… we shall move on.

I am in the process of moving my journal/blournal/blog whatever thingy to www.menopausalhousewife.com it is definitely a work in progress and I just have to find the time to finish it up. I got the domain and hosting through Godaddy and while cheap and easy to purchase, it seems to be a bit more complicated for my Menopausal mind to get the damned start page the way I want it. I want the current entry on the start page and then the archives for past entries. The stupid quick blog thing they offer has all the damned entries on the start up page with just a paragraph of your current entry. So, whenever I finally get it straight, then I will officially move over there and stay put since I paid for everything for a year. LoL

In the last week things have moved at light speed. We have seen the roof go on the house, the shingles are almost done and the porch is up. There are some days that seem like nothing got done even though we are all crawling in line to take a shower and fall into a pain filled stupor. Then there are other days that I wonder how in the hell all that shit got done? For the last two days I have been working on the outside of our house in preparation for the family reunion this next weekend. Once a year the whole clan comes in from all corners of the universe and converge at the head of the holler at Granny’s house. Well, in order to get to Granny’s, they all pass our house. Instead of having everyone thinking “Great, look there honey, that Bill and his wife done bought that house and look how trashy that yard is… there’s weeds everywhere and look over there at those broken bikes sitting there. My goodness you’d think they could clean that yard up, I wonder how trashy the inside of that house looks!” And trust me people, there are a few that would say just that. And of course since I care so much about what people that I don’t really even know think of me, I am working myself to death to make it pretty for them. Stupid self-esteem bullshit.

As I was weeding around the bushes yesterday pulling out the devils spawn stink weed that are taking over everything, I had a million things going through my head and I believe that I need to get out my IRiver and listen to some damned music so that I don’t drive myself crazy…. A few ideas that flit around in my cranium…

I wonder if these things know that when I pull them they are not supposed to come back up and stare at me the very next day, pieces of shit!
I really need to wash that load of jeans and wash the dishes and mop the floors and wow, the porch looks horrible, I cannot stand that fucking porch one more minute.
Weed
Kitty, quick chasing the birds damnit!!
I wish it was summer break and I could make the kids do this.
God I am so glad it isn’t summer break cause then they would be home fighting.
Fucking weed!
I should update the blournal, Robyn finds time to do all this and update hers… I wonder how she does it.
Did I ever email **** back the other day? I think I did. Did I? Shit. Yeah, I did! What the hell did I say?

I’m telling you, since that doctor took out my ovaries, my brain has went south. Do you think that there is a direct correlation to intelligence and the ovaries? I am forgetting stuff all the time, I cant seem to spell the way I know I should and before he took this last one out, I would be able to sit down and rattle off a short story and feel proud of it, or write an entry and think it was good. I was working on my novel and it wasn’t crap. But now, now I can’t put together a scenetence properly without having to go back and check it to make sure it makes sense. Menopause sucks ass and men are asshats for not having to go through it. My husband thinks it is hilarious that I have to ask him to hook up the DVD player now because it does not make sense to me, when I used to be the electronic/computer genius in the house and he hated technology with a passion. It is menopause or country life? Hmmmm

Anyway I wound up pressure washing my porch off, because I literally couldn’t stand it one more minute and then after two days of working on it, I was able to stain it and seal it. I am telling you, the difference is amazing. I have to get the dogs moved to a different area and then I am ripping off the banisters and finishing it off. I am loving the way it is looking and just mad at myself for not doing it sooner. I have hated that porch since we moved in here but never did anything about it. Me? I am a dumbass. Ill sit down later tonight and do another update with more content on the happenings and will upload pictures. I have tons. Oh, and I will let you know how Laura’s prom went with pictures!!!