This is what I looked like when I woke up this morning. You wouldn’t be seeing this if I weren’t already married, or made good decisions, but some of you have requested seeing me in my gear. You can’t see it but I have ear plugs in and a bite guard in my mouth. CSP says I look like a cross between Wonder Woman and Darth Vader. Don’t be jealous.
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I promise I’ll get CSP (my husband- Captain Safety Pants) to take my picture in all my gear soon. We close on the old house this week so we’re scrambling to finish unloading the old house and getting it cleaned.
There are a ton of crickets at the new house. They sneak in from the outside via the garage and the boxes. So when I’m unpacking they venture out into the house only to be toyed with and eaten by Molly.
Molly & her dad on game day- loyal Vikings fans. We’ve accidentally been given the NFL Sunday ticket and my boy is sooo happy. He’ll be sad tomorrow when I cut it off. Unfortunately on the adoption budget his happiness is not worth $70 a month. I’ve heard the best costume ideas lately for Halloween. Gangreen: a bunch of people wearing green t-shirts & bandannas. Bad Spinach: dress all in green and wear tattoos, carry a whiskey bottle, some cigs in your sleeve and curse a lot. And mine- just the thought of it makes me laugh so hard. Whoever came up with it is a genius and if I can manage to put it together in time for the big day I will and then take photos for you.
So CSP & my BIL moved some furniture upstairs yesterday (finally!) and all was going well until we realized that unless we can somehow remove the roof and lower it in from a crane, OUR BED WON’T GO UPSTAIRS. I’m sooo mad about this I could just spit. Our stairs are too steep and the ceiling is too low so our king sized bed won’t fit up the stairs. Poor CSP & BIL tried EVERYTHING. We’ve been sleeping on the guest queen thinking it was temporary. Heh. I swear I’m going to have a field day when I talk to the big honchos at my builder’s offices. Who makes a house with a bedroom the size of a barn but you can’t get a king bed in it? And we paid for 9 foot ceilings so they are higher than the model. But the models only have small beds in them to make the rooms look bigger. I will never build with CP Morgan again. Just wait til I tell y’all all the reasons why. I sent in our comment cards and they are sending out vice presidents to meet with us because of what I said on the cards. So I’m gonna leave our giant king sized mattress in our living room until they get here so they can see how ridiculous this is. And now we’re gonna have to go buy 2 smaller beds for our room, cause you know, it’s 19freaking55!
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And she knows how to use them. Here they are…my spotted up, pre-cancerous legs.
And I know I was a little flippant with my post about this last night, but if I don’t laugh about it I’ll cry cause good Lord what else can go wrong on my body? And for me, ME, to have to worry about skin cancer? I’m such an inside girl. And when I do venture out it is totally under the cover of SPF a million. My Dr. said it is all probably due to childhood exposure, which is so scary. I was a kid before people were worried about this kind of stuff. Poor Ling Ling’s gonna end up looking like one of Michael Jackson’s kids under blankets all the time! -
I had my follow-up visit with my dermatologist today so she could take a look at my mole on my face and see how it’s healed. It healed nicely but she thinks it has grown back. I think she just didn’t shave the whole thing off. She’s sending me to a plastic surgeon to take it the rest of the way off. I don’t have time for that right now. By the way, the nurse there cracks me up. She always wears this scrub top that has dogs and cats all over it and says “Vets rule!”. True, but wouldn’t a “Dermatologists rule!” top be more appropriate? Anyway, my dr. checked out the excema spots I have all over and gave me some foam to use for my scalp and a prescription for some medicated shampoo. I keep getting more and more sexy huh?
Then she asked to look at my legs. Last time I was there my mom wanted the Dr. to check out some excema spots. I showed her today, how they’re still there, not responding to the cream I use. She looked at them and noticed that they were bigger and asked about my sun exposure. This surprised me as I thought my fish belly white skin would make it obvious that I spend no time in the sun and when I do I am the Queen of SPF! I use no less than spf 30 all the time. Then she went and got the big cheese Dr. to look at my legs. He confirmed what she was thinking and they told me- pre-cancerous spots all over my legs and a big one on my hip. Seriously? I couldn’t believe it! So what to do? I just came in for a mole check! She said she was going to give me frost bite. Freeze the spots with liquid nitrogen. She picked up the canister to show me what it looks like but it was empty. Oh well, too bad! See you later! Sit back down she said. She got another canister and froze 13 spots. That hurts man. Then it itches. And now I have blisters. You don’t know how hard it is not to pop them. She said it would take about a month then they’ll crust up and fall off. I know what you’re thinking…and yes, I have reached the pinnacle of sexiness. I should write a book! I told CSP and he just kind of nodded and asked some questions. I said you seem rather calm about this. He said, “well, it’s a new week- that means a new ailment. Nothing you tell me would surprise me now.”
So CSP is going to take a photo of me in the morning. You’ve all been lighting up the request line asking for a picture of me in all my medicinal glory. So stay tuned and tomorrow you will see me in my arm braces, my cpap mask, my foamy head and blistered, frost bitten legs. You may need a cold shower after. Just sayin.
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First I want to sing the praises of our Mac. Computer-wise this move could not have been easier. I unplugged everything at the old house, plugged in at the new house, took the new DSL modem out of the box, plugged it in and boom shakalaka I’m on the internet. I heart Mac. No software to download or cds to install. Just plug in and go.
This, my dears, is my Tupperware cabinet. My new kitchen has more cabinets than the old one so the Tupperware got a promotion to an upper cabinet. Note the empty shelves up top. I can’t reach those bad boys even on my step stool. This house was built by giants. The 6 foot 5 inch CSP could be hiding a stash of porn and smack in the cabinets over the fridge and I’d never know. Anyway, I love Tupperware with a passion that can only be rivaled by the love I feel for Pampered Chef & Crocs. Keeping my Tupperware cabinet this organized for at least the next month is my primary goal. Go ahead and gaze at it with wonder and amazement. What’s that you say? Why yes, my lids and flat-out bowls are color coordinated. So nice of you to notice. Yep, take a good look, cause as soon as CSP unloads the dishwasher for the first time, this cabinet will be sure to look like a drink beaver came through here after losing an eye in a bar brawl. -
Hey y’all! We’re hauling the computer to the new house tonight so this will be my last post until we get our DSL hookup this week. And I really shouldn’t be on here right now as I have some loading up to do. But I remembered to upload pics for you, which is a good thing since I can’t find my camera charger so once my battery dies that’s it til I get my house organized, and that could take, well, forever. I’m behind on answering email and checking in on blogs. But I’ll catch up. I do read every comment and totally appreciate them. Anyway, on to show and tell.
Tell: my dr put me on anti inflammatories for my knee and they kicked in today. Man that’s better. Plus they seem to be helping my arms too. Yay for drugs! I’ll get the results of my MRI this week. My dr. doesn’t think I’ll need surgery. Dammit! And I was just one surgery away from filling up my frequent under the knife card!
Show: I like to think that sometimes I can snap a good picture or two. Sometimes I can take a fabulous shot. But when I need to take a photo to show CSP something for some reason all my skills play dead. For instance when house shopping I’d tend to take pictures of the pantries and toilets. CSP has no use for pantry and potty pics as he knows that EVERY house comes with them! Here’s my latest photographic screw up. We were in L0we’s picking up some hardware-esque item so I hung out in lighting while CSP grabbed whatever tool thingie he needed. I found some lights I liked for the new house and thought I’d just snap some pics to show him later. Looking at this even I have no idea which one was the target!
This is the current state of my dining room:
Our new screened in back porch has already gotten some use. Sara, the boys, and I had a snack out there on moving day:
And finally, my mom’s dog Sam wants to show you his new golf pants/glow in the dark skeleton fashion ensemble. Don’t hate the playa, hate the game.
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I don’t like the word couch. I prefer sofa. Same goes for rag (cloth), toilet paper (bath tissue), and cooter (anything but cooter).
I’m not a fan of the deli sandwich/ chips combo with pickle spear.
Please don’t finish my sentences out loud. Do it in your head if you’re so inclined, but some (most) times you don’t really know what I’m thinking.
I also don’t like the words: moist, phlegm (sp?), cooch, and crotch. I’m sure there are others too but I can’t remember them.
I love the words canoodle, brouhaha (sp?), shenanigans and cahoots.
It’s a good thing I’m not supposed to drink alcohol (because of the meds I’m on) cause I love me some fun, fruity drinks and suck those babies down in record time, which only leads to much hugging and loud I love yous.
Why don’t people say “You’re welcome” anymore? Seems like I hear “No problem” as a response to “Thank you” more and more and it just drives me nuts. Why, you say? Because “you’re welcome” implies that it was a pleasure to help. “No problem” implies that most of the time helping would have been a problem, but today it isn’t.
How did I miss that Denny was loaded? Did anyone else know this? (Grey’s last night)
I wonder sometimes what it’s like to be able to wear cute strappy heels and not be hobbled by pain. Shoot, I wonder what it’s like to have ankles.
I don’t think people tell each other I love you enough. Some people I know are uncomfortable hearing it and getting hugs and all that. But I think it is so important to tell each other. Lisa and her sister are so great about telling each other all the time. And she tells me and at first it was a little off putting to hear it over the phone like that but now it is so natural. Because of her example I try and tell all my loved ones how much I love em as much as possible. So here goes: I love you guys! And I mean it!
Did y’all know that Oklahoma has a literacy campaign called Read Y’all? I couldn’t make that up. Love that name! Reminds me of the “Let ’em work, let ’em live” signs we have around here about road workers. Love that a public sign has the word (?) ’em in it. Gotta love the South!
Ok, one last thing I swear. Well, now I can’t think of it. That’s happening a lot these days. Jeesh. -
Some funny quotes heard ’round here lately….
-Driving with CSP & CSP’s mama. My MIL noticed a building with lots of cars out front and said “Wow. I wonder what’s going on there. They’re awfully busy!”
CSP: Um, Mom, that’s a car dealership.-I was Designated Driver for CSP & BIL the other night. CSP took BIL out for a beer as a thank you for all his help. I had picked up dinner at a drive through at a chicken place and couldn’t finish it all. I asked CSP if he wanted to finish my chicken strips and onion petals (like cut up onion rings). He had been eating for about 20 minutes when I asked him if he liked it. He said the chicken was really good “and these french fries are kind of interesting.” Yeah, cause they are onions!
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So we’re mostly moved in. CSP opted for the 22′ truck instead of the biggest one and sure enough we filled it up, then filled up my BIL’s truck, then filled up my RAV 4, and we STILL have stuff at the old place! We have too much stuff! I’ve been purging like a mad woman and making a huge garage sale pile during packing and moving and we still have too much stuff! I’ll never move again without hiring people. Luckily we still have over a week at the old house to pick up the left behind stuff & clean & what not. Even Jake (3 yr old nephew) noticed our abundance of stuff. He asked me “This Shanny’s old house?” Yes. “Daddy & Unca Jon take all that to Shanny’s new house?” Yes. “Oh..Unca Jon gotta put a LOT of stuff at new house.” Oh yes.
CSP & BIL wore themselves out moving our oodles of furniture out of the old house so they totally gave up once we got to the new house. Result: the only furniture upstairs is the guest mattress & box springs. Oy. They worked hard though. At the end of the day Jake came in the living room and told me “Unca Jon stinky. Unca Jon needs a shower.”
My mind is a flurry of decorating ideas.
I wasn’t much help with the move though because in my apparent quest to fill up my medical malady punch card, I was back at the doctor’s again today. I tweeked out my knee this summer but it never got better, only worse and worse by the day. I finally caved and went to the dr for an x-ray. Dr. didn’t like the looks of things and sent me for an MRI and wrote me a prescription for an anti- inflammatory. CSP wouldn’t let me carry much on moving day and is still concerned. He lovingly refers to me as HopAlong due to my sexy limp.
Ok, off to the new house for some more unloading of my car and unpacking of stuff!
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We’re moving at the crack of dawn tomorrow. I won’t have internet access until Monday unless I’m at my mom’s or sister’s house. We’re trying DSL this go round instead of cable internet, so we’ll see how that goes. Anyone have any experience with DSL? Opinions? There is currently a ginormous moving truck in my driveway. CSP is so in love with it. He gazes at it lovingly. The last time we rented a moving truck it was a 25 foot monster that we drove all the way to Maryland just to go to IKEA and furnish our new house. Luckily this time we can make it to our destination in under an hour. I’m really excited for this move- one step closer to Ling Ling! Now, if I can just sucker someone into coming and cleaning the old house after we move…
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