Again I ask forgiveness for being MIA, neglecting my blog.
We made it through Christmas- I did manage to find the items, not on Jupiter, but close enough. We spent the holiday with M and his family, and all had a very good day ! New Year's was a quiet one, we watched the BallDrop in NY ( hehe we got to see it at 10 though, so the kids weren't up all night. Gotta love time zone warps!)
Not to make excuses for my absence, I have been busting my butt to get my business website rebuilt ,and also trying to get work. We are also in the process of finding our own place. M has been more than welcoming to us, and we don't want to wear that out.
So far, the website is done and ready to roll. I'm still looking for work. The process of finding our own place has been insane. There aren't many rentals in the area (we are trying VERY hard to not move the kids' school- again) and we only have a few months before we can consider buying. Its been a frustrating search.
We are looking forward to visiting the original Nuthouse this summer. No, not so much looking forward to the maintenence and completion of packing, but to seeing everyone there.The kids are missing that "yard" (all 5 acres of it) pretty badly.
Don't be fooled though, this may all sound like "normal" babblings, but we have truly upheld the Nuthouse ways.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Thursday, December 15, 2011
2011, Annual Rant Moves to Jupiter.
Oh yes. Tis the season, after all.
I planned to do some Christmas shopping today.
Husband and I have made the rounds through the stores with the kids, getting the hunting done.
Today, I went through all of the same stores, looking for those items. . .
...And they were NOWHERE to be found.
Wha?
I have pictures of the items on the shelves. In the stores.
Guess which one was the absolute WORST?
Dang. I was really getting my hopes up on the Wal-Mart Treaty.
I went through the torture of circling each aisle and department several times, sure I'd just not seen the items.
I repeated the process of hunting for an "associate" in each department to get my yearly fix of crazy looks when asking for a common item. Like a Lego base- board, and roller blades/ inline skates.
I spent two hours in that store, and left.
With NOTHING
I was considering this, as I later continued hunting online for the items- It occurred to me that perhaps I simply have the only kids on earth who ask for stuff that doesn't exist?
Like a microscope.
Roller blades.
Books?
As the online search became desperate, I also reasoned with myself.
No, the stuff exists.
Of course it does silly, you went and took pictures of them.
Why aren't they there?
Because once your kids request it out loud it falls into a portal and gets sent to Jupiter.
...
Jupiter?
Sure. You can't get it there, can you? Jupiter.
Crap.
Having been though every online site in search of the items, I may have a backup plan in the works. Attempt #2 on the way.
I say may because who knows what will actually happen.
Maybe by next week they'll have a $2 shuttle to Jupiter so I can go claim all those missing items! (And then I can leave Wal-Mart out of it.)
I planned to do some Christmas shopping today.
Husband and I have made the rounds through the stores with the kids, getting the hunting done.
Today, I went through all of the same stores, looking for those items. . .
...And they were NOWHERE to be found.
Wha?
I have pictures of the items on the shelves. In the stores.
Guess which one was the absolute WORST?
Dang. I was really getting my hopes up on the Wal-Mart Treaty.
I went through the torture of circling each aisle and department several times, sure I'd just not seen the items.
I repeated the process of hunting for an "associate" in each department to get my yearly fix of crazy looks when asking for a common item. Like a Lego base- board, and roller blades/ inline skates.
I spent two hours in that store, and left.
With NOTHING
I was considering this, as I later continued hunting online for the items- It occurred to me that perhaps I simply have the only kids on earth who ask for stuff that doesn't exist?Like a microscope.
Roller blades.
Books?
As the online search became desperate, I also reasoned with myself.
No, the stuff exists.
Of course it does silly, you went and took pictures of them.
Why aren't they there?
Because once your kids request it out loud it falls into a portal and gets sent to Jupiter.
...
Jupiter?
Sure. You can't get it there, can you? Jupiter.
Crap.
Having been though every online site in search of the items, I may have a backup plan in the works. Attempt #2 on the way.I say may because who knows what will actually happen.
Maybe by next week they'll have a $2 shuttle to Jupiter so I can go claim all those missing items! (And then I can leave Wal-Mart out of it.)
Friday, December 2, 2011
In Memory...
This post is for Daughter. Love you Angel!
This entry is a little delayed, as I hoped to allow a bit of healing time for my girl.
She recieved the dreaded call.
Her BFF back in TN had agreed to take care of Red, the betta fish. We had agreed he was old, and couldn't make the CO road trip. Better to let him live out what time he had, as he certainly fought for it.
This is the fish that stalked us through rooms. He'd stare us down and follow every move from his tank.
He "died" more times than we kept count of. It's very possible we owned the only betta that played dead.
He HID from us under the stone cave in his tank, which was an event in itself.
Daughter would trace her finger through the air in front of the tank, and he would "dance" for her.
The dreaded call came, I answered it. Her BFF sounded a bit down, so I asked. She told me the fish had died , and NOT to tell Daughter, she'd do it herself.
I give her kudos for that.
Sure enough she told Daughter, and promised to give this fish the best fishie funeral any fish ever had. He'd be put into a matchbox and set into the pond the girls fished at.
And , did. I recieved video of this event.
Daughter was , naturally , upset. this fish was amusing us for more years than he had a right to.
So in comforting her, we discovered we may be the only family with memories of a FISH. We gave him a good life, he was as crazy as the rest of us.
Her BFF did a great job of taking care of him. She called with updates and stories of her own .When the time came, she didn't try to hide it just because we're so far away, she braved it out and called with the bad news.
In memory of Red Love the Bettafish. . .
Rest In Peace pal, you certainly earned it!
This entry is a little delayed, as I hoped to allow a bit of healing time for my girl.
She recieved the dreaded call.
Her BFF back in TN had agreed to take care of Red, the betta fish. We had agreed he was old, and couldn't make the CO road trip. Better to let him live out what time he had, as he certainly fought for it.
This is the fish that stalked us through rooms. He'd stare us down and follow every move from his tank.
He "died" more times than we kept count of. It's very possible we owned the only betta that played dead.
He HID from us under the stone cave in his tank, which was an event in itself.
Daughter would trace her finger through the air in front of the tank, and he would "dance" for her.
The dreaded call came, I answered it. Her BFF sounded a bit down, so I asked. She told me the fish had died , and NOT to tell Daughter, she'd do it herself.
I give her kudos for that.
Sure enough she told Daughter, and promised to give this fish the best fishie funeral any fish ever had. He'd be put into a matchbox and set into the pond the girls fished at.
And , did. I recieved video of this event.
Daughter was , naturally , upset. this fish was amusing us for more years than he had a right to.
So in comforting her, we discovered we may be the only family with memories of a FISH. We gave him a good life, he was as crazy as the rest of us.
Her BFF did a great job of taking care of him. She called with updates and stories of her own .When the time came, she didn't try to hide it just because we're so far away, she braved it out and called with the bad news.
In memory of Red Love the Bettafish. . .
Rest In Peace pal, you certainly earned it!
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