Monday, August 22, 2011

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

Oy! When life gets busy around here, it does it up in a BIG way! Last month, we decided to tend to some long overdue home improvement projects, and if you've ever decided to do any home improvements yourself, you know how that has a tendency to snowball. Here's some pictures of what we've been doing:
Back of the house -before


Side yard-before


Look at that difference!

Front of the house-Before

Before-different angle

In progress

Oh but we aren't done...Now we have to move things around inside the house in preparation for the new & energy efficient windows being installed Wednesday! Thank you for sticking around, life will return to it's normal abnormality soon!

How have you all been spending your Summer? Been anywhere new? Old? Fun?

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

A new addition to our nutty family!

Meet Jet! She's our new puppy and she is, quite possibly, the cutest dog EVER! I didn't plan on bringing home a dog today, but I did plan to surprise the kids by taking them to the shelter to look at the dogs, see if one wanted to be part of our family, and put in an application to adopt. The process usually takes a week or so. Initially, I went to meet Chance, an 8week old American Bulldog puppy I saw on the shelter website. When we got to the shelter this morning, I found Chance's pen and saw that he had been adopted already, which was fine as this is the ultimate goal for animal shelters, right?

So, how did we end up with this beautiful Jack Russell terrier? Well that's why I'm writing this little bit of silliness so keep your panties on. Sheesh! Once we saw the "I've been adopted" sign on Chance's pen we went back to the very first pen and started working our magic on the various and assorted dogs of various and assorted sizes, shapes and personalities. Choosing a dog is a very zen kind of event for me and not something I just rush into all willy nilly. Willy nilliness is high on my list of things I love, but not when it comes to family pets.

The shelter had a lot of Chihuahuas and Chihuahua mixes, all of which were in some state of yippiness and jumping. Not for me. I have never been a tiny dog fan anyway, tiny yippee dogs are even less appealing. There was a beautiful yet HUGE pitbull, and very sad looking Boxer, a few of those really twitchy and jittery looking dogs that appear to have been groomed by someone hopped up on pixie sticks and wearing a blindfold, more Chihuahuas (makes you wonder why so many are at the shelter?) and some tiny balls of lots of fluffy white fur. While I was wandering around and stopping to talk with and listen to the other dogs in the shelter, I stopped in front of a pen with a little Jack Russell in it. I got down to her level and let her sniff my hand through the fence, she immediately laid down for a belly rub. This was a great start! I called the kids over to see her & asked the volunteer if we could take her out to the play yard. It was obvious right away that this little dog was a perfect match for my family. Even the 15 year old who insisted he didn't want some yappy purse dog and wouldn't take anything other than a giant beast of a dog was down in the grass playing with the puppy. YES! We love her! So, the spouse and I set off to start the adoption paperwork. As we're filling out the forms, the shelter director comes out and tells us the story of the little dog we like. Turns out she was abandoned at the shelter, the employees found her when they got to work one morning. She was tied to the gate with her leash and a note stating that the owners just couldn't care for her anymore.
She had been at the shelter for about a month. *awwwe* I know!
   We were just about to ask the director how long it would be until we knew if we had been approved to adopt her when she asked us if we'd like to take her home with us today. HELL YES! The kids and I were jumping up and down like dorks and saying "We got a puppy! YAY YAY YAY!"
We squealed, signed, squealed some more, paid the fees for our new friend and then all gathered on the bench so we could have our picture taken for the wall of happy adopters.
     We named our little friend Jet, because she's a speedy speedy little girl. She's 7 months old, already spayed, housebroken, vaccinated and microchipped.  Did I mention that we love her? What kinds of pets, if any, do you have?
Jet with her toys

Monday, July 4, 2011

run on ramblings and other nonsense

     I promised I would be back to writing on a [slightly more] regular basis, but alas, I have broken that promise, again. It seems that there is a lot of untimely, if there is such thing, and unexpected death around me these days & I sort of distracted myself from thinking about it with a constant whirlwind of activity. Now that my offspring are out of school for Summer break, I am not waking up at 5am and going going going until I fall into bed each night, which also means I have more time with my warped brain, and that's never good. Neither are run on sentences, but right now I'm just happy that my fingers are keeping up with my brain.
    In April, my husband's best friend was found dead at the age of 48. This man had been a part of our daily life for over 20 years. His (what we were lead to believe was mysterious and untimely) death, we found out in a most unnecessary & shocking way at the post service reception thanks to his ex-wife's inebriated hateful father, was self inflicted. The details aren't necessary to my ramblings so I'll just say that my husband was shocked, gutted, and in a whole new kind of agonizing emotional pain. This was a man he saw more than his own family. Troy and my husband worked together, too. So, that was a big jolt to our family and one of the reasons why I just sort of drifted away from much of the Internet goings on.
    Whilst I have been away, I have learned of the deaths of 2 other people whom I may not have "known" in what some folks refer to as "real life", but who were friends nonetheless.
    Being the Grim Reaper was not my reason for opening my laptop today and typing for a bit. What I have been mulling over for the last however the hell long it's been is why I stopped writing on a regular basis. I used to write, a lot, and damn it was good stuff if I do say so myself. I had quite a nice flock with whom I truly enjoyed bantering and interacting. I also had a handful of really awful folks, but I have never been one to back down from a challenge, so I jabbed and kicked with them as well.  I loved writing, rambling, ranting, ridiculing, what have you, but I just stopped sort of abruptly.
   I do miss writing. I miss having a place for all the strange thinks that I think to go so there's room in my skull for new thinks. I shall go off and ponder this now over a bowl of chocolate ice cream.
    I hope everyone is healthy and well and causing a heap of trouble!
 Kisses and all that crap~A

Monday, April 18, 2011


   I didn't abandon my blog, nor did I run off to a far away tropical island to spend my days wrapped in a sarong and eating fruit, although visions of island life (alone!) did cross my mind. I've been eyebrow deep in struggle & when that happens, I tend to get quiet. I'm not sad, I'm most likely plotting.
   A lot has happened since January, and hopefully by the end of the week, things will begin returning to normal. I just wanted to pop in and see how everyone is doing.
    I'll be back later this week with something a bit more...well, a bit more will suffice for now.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Random thoughts, letting off steam and general nonsense

my newest completed creations
     What happened to January? Has this month flown by for anyone else? Seems I was just recently putting the last box of holiday decorations back in the attic and already February is upon us. Crazy, since this year I actually packed my holiday tree up early in January unlike most years when I keep it up until February 1st because I love looking at the shimmery lights and ornaments. Still, January seems to have gone by alarmingly quickly.
     Once again, I find myself struggling to be in a million places every day, keep up with the mood swings of a 14 year old boy, 10 year old girl and 44 year old man, do all the stuff around the house I should probably be but am most likely not effectively doing, teach karate, fit in my own karate training, gym time, make new nifty things for my shop, ending world  hunger, and be the best candidate for Miss America. Or something like that. Oh I know most folks are busy and pulled in too many directions, but since I'm the only one typing here right now, I'm actually sitting down and I don't drink, I'm gonna have a little ramble.
     If you hadn't noticed, I have myself a little shop over at Etsy (there's a link up above, it says, "all the stuff that is nifty". Press it!). Right now I only have a few items listed, but over the next week or so, I'll be finishing up my newest designs, photographing & then listing them. Have a look, if you get a few minutes. I like having visitors.
     My spouse says I do too much, he's not entirely accurate. I do a lot, that's true, but the rest of my family does too little, which in turn makes it seem like I do too much. OK, I just confused myself, but that's normal. In any case, let me ask all the parents out there, has anyone found a non-violent way of getting their family to pick up after themselves that doesn't involve driving bamboo (a highly sustainable and Eco friendly material!) skewers under fingernails, muttering unintelligibly, hurling profanity or *shuddering*, me picking up after everyone? I have tried a variety of very questionable and ultimately unsuccessful methods including, but not limited to: picking up their stuff without bitching or nagging because some "flylady" said your family will follow your lead if you stop bitching at and nagging them (it was bullshit, my family must not have gotten that memo), gathering up all the stuff left out when they were sleeping/working/at school and putting it out in the garage, culling all the stuff that was being left out thinking that perhaps if they had less stuff they'd leave out less stuff, calling a family meeting and rationally pointing out all the items left out and explaining how they cannot continue to leave out every single item they touch because one person should not have to pick up after 3 other capable people and finally having a complete and total emotional breakdown that ended in me driving off and leaving the entire family wondering if I was ever coming home. I did. I may be a bitch, but I'm a bitch who wants to see her children grow up.
    My spouse was raised in a house with one of those, "it was easier if I did everything" and "picking up after everyone is just part of being the mom" kinds of mothers. Of course she also had a nanny, her husband worked a normal day time job (mine has worked the graveyard shift for 21 years), and she didn't work outside the house at all, so sure, she had all the time in the world to be the perfect mother she wants us all to believe she is. June Fucking Cleaver I am not. Oh well, I guess I won't be mother of the year again this year. Damn.     
    OK, the dinner dishes have still not washed themselves, so I'm going to cut this bitch fest short so I can get to bed at a decent time. Right. 
    Thanks for listening. I'll try to keep my bitching to a minimum. 
Peace love and throwing stars~Ninja Queen