Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Yeah, it's me. I'm still around doing stuff and more stuff.
So what have I been up to?
Here's how I'll do this. I'm going to put some nonsensical stuff (in purple italics) and photos in between the serious stuff to kind of lighten things up.
My aunt (mom's mom) passed away from cancer Sunday night. She had some drug and alcohol problems but she was still a pretty cool person and loved me to pieces for being weird. I wasn't that close to her though. The funeral is Saturday and I already have anxiety. I absolutely hate funerals so much. Dead bodies absolutely freak me out. They look gross and dry and the image of them looking like that absolutely sears itself into my brain. I'm sure it's a phobia. When I get close to a body in a casket, I feel absolutely faint. Even if the casket is closed and I barely know who the person is, I get shaky and light headed. And yes, I even get nervous around empty caskets. Not the plain wooden box types, but those huge metal super cushioned satin-lined things. :Shudders: If that's not textbook phobia stuff then I don't know what is!
I'm wearing sandwiches for shoes right now. The mayonnaise between my toes feels amazing.
What else. The house we're "remodeling" STILL isn't done. Not even close. It's been over a year and all that's been done is some deconstruction and paint. It's perfectly unlivable now so there's no way we can just move in and work as we go.
I built a time machine out of corn flakes and I plan to go back in time, introduce Ivan the Terrible to pepperoni pizza, and come back to the present to see how it has affected history.
Let's see, what other depressing crap has been happening... hmmm...
The private school we were sending River to proved to be entirely too expensive for us so we had to take him out. Husband is incredibly against public school education (it's a loooong and ridiculous story that I don't care to discuss here) so guess who's back homeschooling.
I'm pretty sure the pumpkin patch behind the house has been wiretapped by the CIA.
Home schooling, stay-at-home-momming, and working. Sigh.
A man may work from sun to sun but a woman's work is never done.
I'm finding out how incredibly true this is and it's kind of pissing me off. Juuuust being honest.
Yeah, yeah. yeah. I know what you're thinking. What's with the vehicles in the background all the dang time.
I take photos in front of my vehicle for many reasons:
- The neighbor's house behind me is unattractive with broken blinds and weird curtains in the windows.
- Covering up the fact I live in a gross trailer park.
- Poor lighting inside my home.
- Messy yard.
- Hideous overgrown vacant lot to my left and more trailers to my right.
Back when me and Paul McCartney were dating, he told me in confidence that he bit a nun because she wouldn't let him have a bite of her lemon meringue pie.