I don’t know how much rain we’ve gotten this year but I am just sick of it! We’ve it so much work to do on the house and the rain and mud are not so helpful. C’mon Phoenix, where you at?

Our Internet access at the house is positively primieval. The max speed I’ve gotten is 60kb/s. Horrendous! We see some telcom work going on nearby, so we can only hope that they are updating our lines. Please!

There’s nothing like taking a big biff to make you feel young and stupid again…though some might think that doing a swan dive into a metal trashcan would indicate a great leap into the aging process…anyway, I digress.

What made me think I could straddle the baby gate, which I had set up super-high to accomadate Tiger, the super-fat cat, with crap in both hands and while wearing house shoes that were a little to big? It might have been the 72 hours of breathing deadly skunk stink from whatever was hiding under our house. (thankfully gone, Hooray Bri!) It could also have been the euphoria of finally getting the kitchen and laundry room under some kind of control after the move. or I guess I am just a dork.

I am so used to protecting my hands in any situation that when I fell, I pretty much let my face take a big hit. Bruises and swelling from cheekbone to jaw, but not a scratch or scrape on my hands or knees. It really doesn’t look too bad, though the whole side of my face feels like concrete. I tried taking a photo, but it just doesn’t look like anything. I need a rainbow of contusions to accurately describe that fall!

So much going on here… we are finally moved in, though the repairs and renovations have barely begun. Everything was taking too long and we just would not sign a new rental lease, so here we are, in the middle of a construction zone. The dust is never ending. After just one full day, George was so filthy, he looked like he had been rolling in dirt. (well, I guess he kind of was!) All of our clothing is in baskets on the dining table because the closets aren’t done and our furniture is in storage!

We adopted a big orange kitty named Tiger. He seems to like us alright, me the most since I feed him.

Off to find today’s project; there are so many now!

This little knob is getting into lots of trouble today. He will find anything he can to climb up and get stuff he shouldn’t have. This morning, I found him hiding under the table with some Infant Motrin and he had gotten the child safety cap OFF. He was dipping the syringe dispenser into it and licking it. There was very little in the bottle to begin with, but geez! Some safety cap. Yesterday he climbed up to the kitchen counter and got my carmex so he could rub it all over his face. He’s killing me.

Why write for my own Blog, eh?
Log Your Memory

I recently got this book from the library and I like it so much, I’m going to buy a copy to keep. It has simple little projects that mostly use stuff crafty people already have on hand and it was written by a scrapbooker, so it appeals nicely to me.

Buy it HERE

It’s pretty hard to remember the highlights of this past year when there are so many more bad times.

Good things:

Savanna lived with us for 10 weeks this summer and it was so nice to have her back.

We moved out of the drafty, spider infested, musty-smelling double wide. Good riddance!

Santa (aka Grampa Hamby) brought us a 50″ plasma TV. He had spoiled us forever and now watching our old TV is impossible.

So, I guess it wasn’t too bad. Buh-bye 2009!

Nobody died…yet I am just not good about blogging when there is yukky stuff going on. Cannot do the false bravado and fake cheerfulness thing. I suppose if I was a good, responsible blogger I would just post about other subjects (or more likely hawk products or something) and keep on, but hey, nobody’s paying me for this gig, so I’m setting my own hours dammit!

(photos of my boysies in their holiday jammies, way too cute!)

Found this notice on our door from the HOA:

If you are feeding the wild animals please STOP! By leaving food out for the animals this attracts some potentially vicious creatures like wild bores.

While I realize that we do live in one of the two big retirement cities in the US, I think it was a big much calling the old crabby rich people “bores.”