If you aren't happy with less, you won't be happy with more. That's what the little church sign said when I was riding past the other day. Or wait...maybe it said "If you aren't happy now..." I don't remember. I was loading my dishwasher in the new house & it came to me; Now I have more. Not that I was unhappy with the old place- let's face it, who will I have to talk about now that Old Tom & Taterbug are out of the picture? Oh, yeah...
The new neighbor sent over some cake to welcome us to the neighborhood. It was some sort of pineapple angel food cake, homemade I'm sure. She sent over cake & admired our chickens. That's right, we have chickens. Steven's brother sent over his worst two roosters, because they kept nesting & leaving excrement on his ladders, along with two hens, each with a baby in tow.
I promptly named the roosters, one Clint Eastwood & the other Bubba. I must have had a psychic inclination for not naming the hens. The day after we let the last hen out, they jumped into our neighbors dog pen, and it just goes downhill from there. Bubba & one hen flew back over. Clint Eastwood flew over the two story garage next door and perched on their roof to excercise his lungs for the night.
And here we are back at 'the neighbor brings us some cake.' Admires our chickens, several of which are lost to us...then mentions that she has some people coming to visit and could they park their RV in our driveway. It's hard to say no when you have a mouth full of 'welcome to the neighborhood' cake. Of course you can park your RV there!
Today I come home and this semi-truck sized RV is parked along the road directly in front of our house. Hmm.
God is good. (my new mantra...whenever I think about the real crap going on, I'm trying to train my mind to say, "God is good." I'll let you know how it works out.)
The house itself is more. It's a 70's split level, complete & original with blue toilets and orange shag carpet. Pink wallpaper in the kitchen (though my realtor corrected me, it's actually mauve. Mauve just means old raggedy pink in my mind. ) Soon the mauve will come down, along with the navy paper covered in quails in the dining room & living room, the dark paneled den, all of it will make way to something different & exciting. My mind is thrilled with the project of finding my creativity and making comfort out of something not so obvious to repair.
I'll miss the little greasy handprint on the wall near the window, one I could never bring myself to clean or paint over. The growth chart I carved into the door trim of the girls every little half inch at a time. I'll even miss seeing the game lights and hearing the high school band of my alma mater playing on football nights from the backyard. I already miss my washer & dryer- (in between at the moment.) yikes!
Even so, I'm really happy with the house. It is technically 'more...' Does that mean the saying isn't true? No. Who says I wasn't happy at the old place? Me? I wonder, Do I really need to convince myself that I was unhappy in one place to justify being happy in another? I think people have the right to say things irritate them from time to time but that doesn't mean they are unhappy. Ten minutes of growing horns on your head and growling like a badass bear doesn't make someone unhappy. I guess it makes them normal? (I hope so.)
I started cooking a pot of beans at noon today, cooked em all day, thinking I'd surprise Steven. Along he comes with a bag from the El Rayos, surprising me instead. Love is surprise guacamole :)
I've really missed you all! I'm going to resume my blog in between wallpaper removal & looking for all the lost stuff from the move. I wish you all every happiness!
It's so cool to have a friend like you. yt, kat
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Change is good! (for some...)
Yikes.
So we have workers in the house again. It's a bit frustrating...they're working on the bathroom, and we've been making jokes all week about the toilet being removed, and how if someone looks in the hole, and someone uses the other toilet, you can see their "waste" passing by. (True. Sad, but true.)
So the workers are within a foot or two from the john hole, and I feel like I need to piss. And I made sure to pee before they got here...so really it's like, "I need to piss because I'm trying not to have to." Hmmm. If you've stumbled here by accident and are in search of some sort of profound thought, you may be in the wrong place.
Our home is for sale. Again. Cross your fingers that we sell & find our way the next place. If it's meant to be, it'll turn out. In the meantime, realtors and workers will be joining me during the day. Great!
I feel like I should be doing something productive. Like folding or mopping. But not like watching the sundance documentary on the woman who wrote The Story of O.
I have a cold. My nose ran all night- I woke up this morning and it was completely clogged, crusted over like a sloppy kid. I lugged my heavy head out to take my kids to school, them telling me to hurry for the good breakfast. (The school has a hot breakfast line and a cold one, Early you get hot cinnamon rolls and the likes, late, you get corn flakes...)
On the way home the radio guy said the first case of West Nile in Georgia for the year had been reported in Atlanta. A man went in complaining of aches, fever, etc. Me too, I thought. It flashed through my mind that I, as well, have West Nile. Of course.
Then I came home and ate some cheerios. I watched a few minutes of a documentary til the guys came, then I turned the tv off so I looked less slobbish. I think I'm going to put my shoes on and run on the mill for a while. Maybe all the jarring will shake my brain of the fog I'm in.
Take care :)
So we have workers in the house again. It's a bit frustrating...they're working on the bathroom, and we've been making jokes all week about the toilet being removed, and how if someone looks in the hole, and someone uses the other toilet, you can see their "waste" passing by. (True. Sad, but true.)
So the workers are within a foot or two from the john hole, and I feel like I need to piss. And I made sure to pee before they got here...so really it's like, "I need to piss because I'm trying not to have to." Hmmm. If you've stumbled here by accident and are in search of some sort of profound thought, you may be in the wrong place.
Our home is for sale. Again. Cross your fingers that we sell & find our way the next place. If it's meant to be, it'll turn out. In the meantime, realtors and workers will be joining me during the day. Great!
I feel like I should be doing something productive. Like folding or mopping. But not like watching the sundance documentary on the woman who wrote The Story of O.
I have a cold. My nose ran all night- I woke up this morning and it was completely clogged, crusted over like a sloppy kid. I lugged my heavy head out to take my kids to school, them telling me to hurry for the good breakfast. (The school has a hot breakfast line and a cold one, Early you get hot cinnamon rolls and the likes, late, you get corn flakes...)
On the way home the radio guy said the first case of West Nile in Georgia for the year had been reported in Atlanta. A man went in complaining of aches, fever, etc. Me too, I thought. It flashed through my mind that I, as well, have West Nile. Of course.
Then I came home and ate some cheerios. I watched a few minutes of a documentary til the guys came, then I turned the tv off so I looked less slobbish. I think I'm going to put my shoes on and run on the mill for a while. Maybe all the jarring will shake my brain of the fog I'm in.
Take care :)
Friday, August 17, 2007
oranges
Hello! So sorry I was out- hmmm, I took two months off, didn't I? As much as I'd like to say we flew to Hawaii and spent the summer basking in pineapple juice, not so!
Nope. The city pool is about as close as we got this year, but we did go there every day. (Kid's swim classes).
I'm not really in a talkative mood, but I thought if I wrote a few sentences it would get me back to my blogging.
Who am I?
Okay, I don't really have time to answer that one...or maybe it's just that I'm so simple & uncomplicated that there is no real huge difference between me & you. I lean towards the latter, for sure.
I like the way my hands smell after I peel oranges.
& white leather furniture. (not the pillowy kind, but buttons are okay. There's a word for that, when there's little buttons all over the furniture, but I can't think of it. Maybe you know?)
Thanks for stopping in :) kat
Nope. The city pool is about as close as we got this year, but we did go there every day. (Kid's swim classes).
I'm not really in a talkative mood, but I thought if I wrote a few sentences it would get me back to my blogging.
Who am I?
Okay, I don't really have time to answer that one...or maybe it's just that I'm so simple & uncomplicated that there is no real huge difference between me & you. I lean towards the latter, for sure.
I like the way my hands smell after I peel oranges.
& white leather furniture. (not the pillowy kind, but buttons are okay. There's a word for that, when there's little buttons all over the furniture, but I can't think of it. Maybe you know?)
Thanks for stopping in :) kat
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Unmade Bed Day
I'm going to be brief because my bed's unmade, and I can't really think about much except that sloppy bed. Probably I should have made the bed first, then blogged?
I was channel surfing and caught the end of Xanadu. I love that movie. Am I insane? I think you had to be an 8 yr old girl to get how great that film was. And here came the part where Olivia Newton John is singing in the middle of all the roller skaters. Nothing dates the 80's quite like that roller skating scene. I still have my little ONJ scrapbook I kept. Seeing the movie made me get out my ONJ cd. (I got everything by her on Vinyl when I was 7-10 years old. Probably melted in my storage building now?)
Was Olivia Newton John the Jessica Simpson or Mandy Moore of my time? Surely not...right? Surely my childhood idol was not the 70's equivalent of Hilary Duff.
Olivia made Grease, for Christs sake! I'd love to hear any feedback on the topic.
I went to the mall this week, and I'm not really a mall going person. I think I may have hit a mall twice this entire year. We live about 35 miles from a mall, so that may have something to do with it...
Bath & BodyWorks was having a sale. My sister bought about $50 worth of lotions and whatnots. The girls tried everything, washed it off at the handy B&BW sink, then would start over. I was planning to walk out of there empty handed, but the candles caught me off guard.
If you can get to a B&BW store, and they still have the Elton John Fireside candles, don't pass them up! Don't!!! I wish now I'd bought the entire stock of them. I walk past the entertainment center and have to pick it up and smell it. Almost instant stress relief, LOL.
As gay as Elton is, you may think he'd have a girlie candle, but it's not the case. The smell reminds me of real fires and clove cigars, smoke and vanilla or ginger or something. The kind of smell that makes you come back. Perhaps I could melt the thing and pour it all over my husband, hee hee...(Um, perhaps not.)
But it smells great. Bravo Sir Elton! If anyone knows men, it's probably you. (I actually love Elton John- everytime I hear Your Song I look over at my Steven, "They're playing our song!" to which he just rolls his eyes. He's a little more of a Dead Kennedy's, Ramones, Danzig or Black Flag sort of guy. Black Sabbath? Somebody called Ozric Tentacles? I don't know. Give him Led Zeppelin, the Allman brothers and he's happy. I did however make a Willie Nelson convert out of him. And Ben Harper too. Elton John may just take a bit longer.)
Also, I almost purchased the Victorias Secret Appletini lotions, but my mother lectured me on my overabundance of product, so I relucted. But I'm going back for it.
What else is new? Naomi is at Performing Arts camp. She's in a play this week, playing Nurse 2. & We've been riding our bikes the past two nights. Today, there's karate, so we'll probably just come back and lounge.
I'm going to the post office to send a query letter regarding my manuscript. Maybe I can push it along a bit. You have to wait til you get one back before you can resend, so if it takes 6 months (the average amount of time) to get it back, then you are only able to send two copies a year. Argh.
Soprano's is over. Hmmm. I guess the most exciting thing about the ending (?) was the idea that all these mob actors might start turning up in other shows. Next thing you know, there'll be Paulie or Phil on My Name is Earl, or better, Lost. Funny!
Sorry about the poem below...I actually did write it about the birds out my window. Started out watching the little love birds pass the worm, and in my mind I heard, "He gave it to his lover, how sweet?" It did end up taking a turn along the way, huh?
Gotta make the bed! Much love to everybody!!! Have a Sweet Day!
I was channel surfing and caught the end of Xanadu. I love that movie. Am I insane? I think you had to be an 8 yr old girl to get how great that film was. And here came the part where Olivia Newton John is singing in the middle of all the roller skaters. Nothing dates the 80's quite like that roller skating scene. I still have my little ONJ scrapbook I kept. Seeing the movie made me get out my ONJ cd. (I got everything by her on Vinyl when I was 7-10 years old. Probably melted in my storage building now?)
Was Olivia Newton John the Jessica Simpson or Mandy Moore of my time? Surely not...right? Surely my childhood idol was not the 70's equivalent of Hilary Duff.
Olivia made Grease, for Christs sake! I'd love to hear any feedback on the topic.
I went to the mall this week, and I'm not really a mall going person. I think I may have hit a mall twice this entire year. We live about 35 miles from a mall, so that may have something to do with it...
Bath & BodyWorks was having a sale. My sister bought about $50 worth of lotions and whatnots. The girls tried everything, washed it off at the handy B&BW sink, then would start over. I was planning to walk out of there empty handed, but the candles caught me off guard.
If you can get to a B&BW store, and they still have the Elton John Fireside candles, don't pass them up! Don't!!! I wish now I'd bought the entire stock of them. I walk past the entertainment center and have to pick it up and smell it. Almost instant stress relief, LOL.
As gay as Elton is, you may think he'd have a girlie candle, but it's not the case. The smell reminds me of real fires and clove cigars, smoke and vanilla or ginger or something. The kind of smell that makes you come back. Perhaps I could melt the thing and pour it all over my husband, hee hee...(Um, perhaps not.)
But it smells great. Bravo Sir Elton! If anyone knows men, it's probably you. (I actually love Elton John- everytime I hear Your Song I look over at my Steven, "They're playing our song!" to which he just rolls his eyes. He's a little more of a Dead Kennedy's, Ramones, Danzig or Black Flag sort of guy. Black Sabbath? Somebody called Ozric Tentacles? I don't know. Give him Led Zeppelin, the Allman brothers and he's happy. I did however make a Willie Nelson convert out of him. And Ben Harper too. Elton John may just take a bit longer.)
Also, I almost purchased the Victorias Secret Appletini lotions, but my mother lectured me on my overabundance of product, so I relucted. But I'm going back for it.
What else is new? Naomi is at Performing Arts camp. She's in a play this week, playing Nurse 2. & We've been riding our bikes the past two nights. Today, there's karate, so we'll probably just come back and lounge.
I'm going to the post office to send a query letter regarding my manuscript. Maybe I can push it along a bit. You have to wait til you get one back before you can resend, so if it takes 6 months (the average amount of time) to get it back, then you are only able to send two copies a year. Argh.
Soprano's is over. Hmmm. I guess the most exciting thing about the ending (?) was the idea that all these mob actors might start turning up in other shows. Next thing you know, there'll be Paulie or Phil on My Name is Earl, or better, Lost. Funny!
Sorry about the poem below...I actually did write it about the birds out my window. Started out watching the little love birds pass the worm, and in my mind I heard, "He gave it to his lover, how sweet?" It did end up taking a turn along the way, huh?
Gotta make the bed! Much love to everybody!!! Have a Sweet Day!
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Poetry, Anyone?
I wrote this last year when I was entering all those Essay contests.
I lost them all & decided not to enter the Poetry Contest...Here's my 'off' attempt at
becoming 'Poet' Kat Lee.
(Not to be copied without permission from author- thanks!)
He Gave It To His Lover
He gave it to his lover
He gave it freely.
It dangled from her mouth
Hung there dry
As she choked it down
He waited nigh
Eager to pull it back
A chance for tug of war lost
because
She tirelessly worked it.
He gave it to his lover
One taste of beefy worm
And the shabby brown bird
She worked it down.
Chili Cheese Fries, Corn Dogs, & Guilt...
We almost got rain today. What else? We took the kids to this creek in the mountains so they could refresh their memories of what outside water looked like. They were not feeling too sure about it.
We were going to go to church, but since Steven worked Mon-Sat, getting up at 6 am on Sunday didn't really feel right.
This morning we watched Big Ideas for a Small Planet on the Sundance channel- it was the one on food and organics. An hour later, we were driving thru the Krystals drive thru, ordering chili cheese fries and corn pups. Chili cheese fries and corn pups, with a side of guilt :(
(I sliced some mango & strawberries when I got home! I swear!)
The kids are sleeping. Steven is sitting at the table doing paperwork. Quiet house. I've folded all my laundry, it's totally caught up, even those fitted sheets that don't exactly look folded after I've made my best attempts to fold them...("You are getting sleepy...")
We were going to go to church, but since Steven worked Mon-Sat, getting up at 6 am on Sunday didn't really feel right.
This morning we watched Big Ideas for a Small Planet on the Sundance channel- it was the one on food and organics. An hour later, we were driving thru the Krystals drive thru, ordering chili cheese fries and corn pups. Chili cheese fries and corn pups, with a side of guilt :(
(I sliced some mango & strawberries when I got home! I swear!)
The kids are sleeping. Steven is sitting at the table doing paperwork. Quiet house. I've folded all my laundry, it's totally caught up, even those fitted sheets that don't exactly look folded after I've made my best attempts to fold them...("You are getting sleepy...")
Good nite :)
Thursday, May 24, 2007
the Honors Program
The gardenias are blooming. It's a good contrast, with the fragrant rotting rats on the other side of the yard. My neighbor did knock at the door to talk about them again yesterday.
Taterbug (my neighbor's name-yep, really!) said he's filling the holes with bleach. Okay, I'm going to move on...
I drove to school for the Honor's Day program, and I'm getting in the car, and notice my legs are a little stubbly, and I'm wearing capri pants. In the house, I already changed shirts, thinking my daughter would notice if I arrived in yesterdays shirt, however cosy it is...but now, stubbly legs, and no time to shave them.
I pull up and have to park far off, and I fall in with the crowds of parents lining the walls of the gym. I stand in between the guy with too much cologne and some other folks. The lady next to me squats and I hope she doesn't see my legs. A few more people crowd between the guy with too much cologne and I, and it still smells like I'm standing next to the guy with too much cologne. Now for all I know, it's not even that guy. It could be somebody way down at the end.
Naomi did great. She got the award for A's all year, the Sweat Star award (for PE- only two children get that each quarter), and she got the Citizenship Award (only two kids get that for the whole year!) Hurray!
I clapped til my hands were sore, forgetting the 'Hold all applause til all the kids names have been called' rule. Forgetting my stubbly legs & the woman with her face 16 inches away from them. I clapped anyway, giddy for my baby. She smiled, holding her head up like she was a lizard on a rock, soaking up sun.
Taterbug (my neighbor's name-yep, really!) said he's filling the holes with bleach. Okay, I'm going to move on...
I drove to school for the Honor's Day program, and I'm getting in the car, and notice my legs are a little stubbly, and I'm wearing capri pants. In the house, I already changed shirts, thinking my daughter would notice if I arrived in yesterdays shirt, however cosy it is...but now, stubbly legs, and no time to shave them.
I pull up and have to park far off, and I fall in with the crowds of parents lining the walls of the gym. I stand in between the guy with too much cologne and some other folks. The lady next to me squats and I hope she doesn't see my legs. A few more people crowd between the guy with too much cologne and I, and it still smells like I'm standing next to the guy with too much cologne. Now for all I know, it's not even that guy. It could be somebody way down at the end.
Naomi did great. She got the award for A's all year, the Sweat Star award (for PE- only two children get that each quarter), and she got the Citizenship Award (only two kids get that for the whole year!) Hurray!
I clapped til my hands were sore, forgetting the 'Hold all applause til all the kids names have been called' rule. Forgetting my stubbly legs & the woman with her face 16 inches away from them. I clapped anyway, giddy for my baby. She smiled, holding her head up like she was a lizard on a rock, soaking up sun.
~I feel lucky. I hope you all have a lucky day too. Come back soon~
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