Sunday, December 21, 2014

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

cancel that ~

See if you can guess why I've just changed my mind about Kohl's again.

I'm sure you'll discover the reason ... right there in the small print.

Yep, I'm gonna take a few days off.  Five, to be exact.  Or more.

Monday, December 15, 2014

gotta tell ya' ...

... life's been pretty darn exciting lately.

Not only did I just finish a run of "Joy To The World, It's Christmas!" at our church (the first play there that I actually enjoyed) but I've decided to return to Kohl's to pick up where I left off.  The employee discount just kept drawing me back.

And, I learned today that they have caught the guy who kidnapped Christina Morris from The Shops At Legacy.  This makes this mommy's heart quite peaceful.

My Christmas shopping is done, my baby girl has returned from her business trip in New Jersey and I even managed to get the lights up on our house.  Well, in our yard, anyway.  AND ... there are only FOUR MORE WORK DAYS until I have a two week break!

So, Whee!  Life can calm down now.  And for me, that's pretty darn exciting.

And yet ... of course ... nothing is ever lasting.

I've learned that I HAVE JURY DUTY on my first day back to work after the Christmas break.  Of course I do.  Where most folks get out of jury duty because there is no need for them on a jury at that time, the courts will have just had two weeks off as well and I know (I KNOW!) they'll find a jury for me.  Darn it.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT????   It'll be at the SAME court that Christina Morris' kidnapper is being tried at.  Yep, I'll be on that case, I just know it.  And if I'm not?  Elizabeth's case is coming up, too.  Maybe I can be on that case!  I'd like that.

Seriously, though, I wouldn't get put on either of those cases.  Conflict of interest or something.  Know what case I'll probably get?  A repeat of the last case I was on ... the girl who didn't wear her seatbelt and decided she needed a full jury to decide if she could hang a cop.  Yep, I was on that famous trial.

Oh, January.  Please don't hurry any too quickly.


Sunday, December 14, 2014

Happy Birthday Old Man!

62.  Sixty-two.  SIXTY-TWO!

This ol' guy just celebrated his 62nd birthday.  He wasn't supposed to make it to age 45 but he showed them!

Happy 62nd birthday, Ricky Ricardo.  You know you can retire now, right?  Oh, wait ...


Thursday, December 11, 2014


Whether or not this was a spider is not the issue.  Whether or not I beat the stuffing out of it doesn't matter, either.  The fact is, I won.  And it'll never attack me again.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

deck them halls ...

So, I put out this cute little Christmas decoration ... and it didn't take Rick long to find a new place for his coffee spoon.

Sunday, December 7, 2014


Do I hear 13?  Actually that's the age that I felt when I saw what the hair stylest had done to me when I asked for a trim.

One really nice friend said, "Oh, you don't look 12.  You do look like they shaved 12 years off of you, though."  Well, I guess that's a compliment.  Even though he was saying that I looked 45.  Yeah, thanks.


Saturday, December 6, 2014

java junkie ... not

True, no java junkie here ... but I have figured out how to drink coffee.

Yep, this way, it's actually pretty good.  If you can ignore that coffee flavor ...


Wednesday, December 3, 2014

they're a-comin' ... i just know it

So, Mr. Handyman comes over to my house to do a few things needed doing around my own digs.  

Once he was here, he mentioned, "I had to knock on your tenant's door, and, by the way, she wouldn't let me in."  I said that I knew she was secretive and she usually only opens the door for me just a crack, too.  The handyman said, "I think you need to go inside, judging by the smell that I smelled."  Uh oh.   Turns out, according to the handyman, that he could smell pot, permeating from inside my tenant's house ... from inside MY townhouse.  Oh great.  No wonder she is secretive.  No wonder she never lets me in.  And, no wonder that as I was leaving her property after the fence fiasco, I remembered seeing her get into her car and head out to go shopping.  She had pulled up to me in my car and asked me if I had to go inside, because she was leaving for an hour.  I assured her I wasn't needing to go inside but now that a few things have unraveled, I'm TOTALLY kicking myself for not going in anyway.  Although, that wouldn't be legal and I do need to do everything by the book right now.

I suddenly remembered that my tenant has three small children ... and, no, this is not looking too good right now.

Rick and I have been trying to think of a valid reason that I can enter the property ... of course, giving her fair warning.  Our brains could only come up with something that a former tenant had warned me about ... in the attic there is a dryer vent that isn't shooting warm air outside.  It's shooting warm air inside and thankfully I've never fixed it.

So, that is my new plan ... except I haven't gotten all of the bugs worked out of it yet.  I mean, WHY would I suddenly need to go check on that?  Yeah, I didn't say the plan was brilliant ...    

Anyway, there are truly three small children there.  I have now poured over the contract and I confirmed that there is a clause saying there shall be no illegal activity within the property boundaries.  Yea me! for having that written there.  Oh and it's also a non-smoking property and she agreed to abide by that.  The trick will be to prove all of this.

You don't suppose she'd buy that I smelled smoke all the way over to my house, do you?

In all seriousness, though, I am not only worried about the children ... I'm worried about my own family.  Yes, I do fear retaliation.  And destruction.  True, I have a leg to stand on ... but at what cost?  And since I have no proof of anything, I do need to enter the property.  And thus, I am no longer anonymous in any report that I file to CPS and/or the police.  I'm throwing myself into the mix, now.  Into the mess, too.

Step one ... I have spoken to my own school's counselor who helped me contact CPS.  And she reminded me that not only does this need to be reported ... but it must be.  And it's my job to do it.  It's part of what I do for a living anyway.  I'm not really allowed to close a blind eye.

Step two ... Into the property I go.  I'm taking support in the way of a "fake handyman." 

Step three ... I'm moving to Hawaii right after this case comes to a close.  Or before.  Or now.  I'm already packed.

SOOOOOO ... what am I thankful for?

I am still thankful for my townhouse.  And I'm thankful there are kind folks out there who are watching out for the welfare of small children.  I'm thankful for my own job that has taught me so much ... mostly how to appreciate the differences in all children and how diversity needs to be celebrated, not just tolerated.  And certainly not shunned.


Tuesday, December 2, 2014


Wanna see the mess my handyman made?  Good, I thought you would.

Above and below is what my fence now looks like.  It used to not look like this.  It used to match.  I used to like to paint.  I'm not liking what I have to do now.

And below is the fence that is in back ... and DOES NOT HAVE A BOARD MISSING!!

Just thought I'd show you all this ... in case you really weren't believing me.  Because it was rather hard to believe.

And now ... on to part 2.