January 14, 2012

  • Some Days Are Productive....

    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    As cold as it was this morning (24 degrees F.), the house only felt a teensy bit chilly.  Once the Beast got up, he turned on the baseboard heaters for a bit and the house soon warmed up nicely.  I had my door shut into my computer room and my little ceramic heater on so *I* was warm.  Only my darn fingers on my left hand took longer to warm up.  I really hate arthritis.  Miserable stuff.  Once I woke up, I took some aspirin for both my feet and my fingers and they were soon much more comfortable.  I won't say they were pain-free (that aint gonna happen) but they were manageable.

    Today the Beast and I decided to tackle the linen closet together.  There was stuff in there that needed to be thrown out, a shitload of towels that we needed to decide on which to keep and which to give away.  What is so weird is that I have thinned those numbers down twice already.  I gave a bunch to the Princess long ago (most of which she still has) and I even gave some to Tara a couple years ago.  Now we are going to give a few more to Tara since she is the one with the most kids (and lord, I know how kids do NOT believe you can use a towel more than once!).

    So, we went through the stuff and the Beast decides they really all need washing first since they really DO smell like old cigarette smoke.  That's even with the fact that the door into it is closed 99.95% of the time.  Smoke is like that.  Then the Beast cleans the inside and outside of the door, the vent grate and has decided he is going to paint inside there now.  Not that it doesn't need it.  It's still got that crappy construction paint on it from when it was built.  If he wants to do it, more power to him plus it keeps him out of my room.  He's eyeing it and I can tell I will have to really have a fight over that with him.  I already told him he is NOT to touch this room.  *I* will do that once I feel better and can walk and stand for more than 30 seconds at a time.  He wants to do what HE wants to do and what I want (or even need) means nothing.  But then, you all know that already.  All I want to do is slow him down a bit because I CAN stick up for myself or others when I need to.  He just beats me down sometimes and I get tired of everything being a constant fight.

    So, then he makes pancakes for dinner and Chewlee becomes the waitress.  She was so cute with her, *Grandmaaaaaaaa!  It's dinner time!  Here you are.  Is there anything else you need?*  Had a grin on my face just from the sweet lilt in her voice.  Kids!  Gotta love 'em!

    It's up to 54 degrees here now and the worst of our cold weather is over too.....for now.  It WILL go down into the upper 30's tonight but then it's on a warming trend (and even some rain next week Tuesday or Wednesday).  I'm sure it won't last long but I'll enjoy it while I can.

    Chewlee isn't happy that she can't go ice skating yet but I told her it will happen.  If they stop showing Olivia on NickJr. doing it, she would probably not even care.

    Love you all.  Gotta go stop the Beast from clearing out MY side of the Master closet.  Yeah, even that isn't sacred.  Be good.  Stay warm.  Drive safe.