In Limbo

I don't know where to start with anything. The new house won't be finished until January sometime....and I know I have to start cleaning etc. around here...but It will be all dirty by the time it comes time to sell the house.

The market is still hot so I don't anticipate a problem with selling, or getting the price we want...but when do I start?

I know I can do all the stuff that won't be touched until sale time like the rec room and 2& 3rd. bedrooms but I can't pack up all the stuff that's in them. I have no place to put it. We use these rooms mostly for storage. I'm not going to wash all the windows inside and out until it's almost time to sell because in fall they are full of cobwebs and will get dirty all over again. I.am.in.limbo.mon.

I don't want to have the carpets cleaned just yet because Penny Loafer is still shedding the last of her last winter's coat of f*cking fur. She is almost done. I don't want get the drapery cleaned because it will just be dusty by that time.
I.am.in.limbo.mon. sing it with me....

I am sitting on the cusp. And it's making a dent in my ass.

We have about 5 more people to contact for doing the innards of our house. Very scary. Tomorrow is Windows & Doors day. Well I don't have a clue. I cannot visualize. When I see something I will either love it or hate it. But how will I know what will look good in a house I can't even see. I have the plans...but they mean nothing to me. It's just a piece of paper.

Balonie...scratching her head.

Hey!

You know....retirement is not as bad assed as I thought it was. I know I was giving it a bad name but I think it takes about three months to get used to. Heads up to all of you that told me that.



The first couple of months threw me off. I should have been so grateful instead of being a jerk. But then I was still a little resentful and that has now gone . I enjoy every day. Every day is mine. I can come and go as I please. I am still amazed at to what happens in our street and even on the city streets between the hours of 7:30AM and 4.30PM. I never saw it. I can do anything I want. No more alarm clocks telling me when I have to get up and nothing in my head telling me when I have to go to bed. It really just does not get better than that. I feel so relaxed. I don't even do shit I know I should do because I can leave that for another day.



I am truly blessed, and with the up coming house stuff............it's only going to get better. But I am a pessimist....I'm always waiting the the worst to happen. My husband is the total opposite...he can never see the dark side.


Just a few pics if you didn't see them in facebook




I had a meeting with the builders and am so confident they will meet out needs.

So, balonie for once is on the happy side of life. xxx yer fingers.

balonie

I tried to make a cartoon of my face for the blog, but it doesn't show up in my profile properly so I put it on the sidebar. Dang... but it sure was fun doing it.

Shit

We took the day off...meaning we slept to 11:30 this morning. It was cold and raining... what a better time enjoy the new water bed and all the new bedding and just pull it around you and sleep. I had the bedroom window open and you could smell the the earthy smells and hear the rain beating down.

I was going to make this and very relaxed post.

Until...as we were napping another smell anointed our nostrils. I, at first thought a horse had come into our house and planted a very large load of manure. I tried to make it go away by changing positions. But no....it persisted. So....as far as I know we don't own a horse, it must be Gord. I checked his backside....and no...it was clean, and he was still sawing logs. I checked the dog and she was sleeping peacefully at the foot of our bed.

Where was the smell coming from? Well I finally got up and went downstairs and was greeted by a big pile of dog shit. I thank all the family who came over last night for Attitude Adjustment Hour....... and gave her the cheese when I told them not to give it to her. I have saved the shit and will put it in a zip lock bag ....and they will all see it again at Christmas. I will rename it..Joan's Tootsie Roll Delight. I might even add some nuts. It will in their Christmas stocking.

Balonie
someone will be eating shit this Christmas...and it won't be me.

Friday is still my favorite day

Even though I'm not slugging it out there in the corporate world, Friday is still the best day of the week. I can't tell you why. It just is.

This week has been like all the others...full of "what do I do now". So I took the bull by the balls and started to de-clutter my house for our move later this year. The bathroom alone took two hefty garbage bags. I had so much crap stored in the drawers, under the sink, and in the medicine cabinet that would have made a grown man cry. Most of it was useless crap. How many bottles of Listerine do you need? The expiry dates were way past due. Hair products, I never used, cosmetics I never used, I even found some tampons.....well that was awhile ago. Everything gets shoved to the back until it's falling out the front. Now that I have time to do the inventory it has grown very sparse.

Keep it simple stupid... We now have only soap, toilet paper on one side and on the other is your know...stuff...yes I have a few things I like...bubble bath stuff and all that crap. But for the most part it is all gone. I hope nobody gets sick here.....because I removed 25 years of medication out of the medicine cabinet. Yeah yes I exaggerate.....but it's all gone. I'm going to do this with every room between now and when it's time to leave.

We have a meeting with the designer of our home on Wednesday. I am not prepared. I have to know what I want and don't want. I have to realize we are really going to move away from our neighbourhood. It's time I put my big girl hat on.....and move on. and get off my freaking ass.

balonie....putting a fire cracker under her ass.

Monday Monday...

Today was a hard day, yet very special. I was supposed to do a short blogger eulogy for Curtis at his memorial when all hell broke loose.

Some guy in a dump truck left his "dump" up and slammed into the underpass that takes me to the inner city. I was trapped on the road for forever...or so it seemed. Fortunately I got there only 15-20 minutes late.

It was so sad. Those of you who remember Ellen his wife that died three years ago, will know how much they loved each other. As much as we don't want to believe in fairy tales this was one of them. It was decided that he died of a broken heart. Yes, he had some health issues, but he never recovered from her death.

You see Curtis was much of a loner all his life. He didn't have any parents and was passed off to his grandparents when he was little. He loved them dearly and spent his childhood on a farm with them. But, he lacked the friendship of other children which I don't think his grandparents could provide. I'm not sure what he did after his grandparents died, but from what I gathered he served in Viet Nam later. It was told today at the service that he never talked about that. Curtis loved people and animals.....he was a very caring and gentle giant. I can't see him in war torn countries. Perhaps that is why he could never sleep at night and would blog in the middle of the night or in the early mornings. All we can do is guess.

I hope I didn't offend anyone with my redneck blog yesterday. I just thought it would have made him laugh.

Taking off my granny pants ........... an going to bed.

We've howdied but we ain't shook yet

(In Memory of my dear friend Curtis) ...One last laugh I wrote for you.

These here are my grandson's ...one the left is Bobby Joe and the other is Cletus. Bobby Joe, his engine is running most times but ain't nobody driving and Cletus, he's the purdy one ...he thinks the sun come up just to hear him crow. He likes his wimen and his drink. I keep both of em around because ...well this ain't my first rodeo and I need help keeping the law from finding my still. Why just yesterday the Sheriff and the Deputee follered me home from Church. My trigger finger was getting mighty itchy by the time we got home and then they just passed on by. "They are as full of wind and a corn eatin horse."

This here is my daughter Orlean. She helps out at the place but most times she sits on her fat behind and yaks and yaks..."she's got tongue enough for ten rows a teeth" that girl. She's got two girls Larlene and Faylene, their daddy high tailed it out of here some years ago. They ate supper before they said grace, so they never had them a formal weddin. He left them high and dry without a penny to their names. We thought he was a good man but "just because a chicken has wings doesn't mean he can fly". Both girls are going to school now but they got put back again this year. They are so cross eyed they have to read standing on their heads.

Well it's time to finish the chores and sweep up the kitchen, then out to the barn and check on the moonshine.

Grandma.

I can't stop.........

I changed the name of my blog.

I say "if the drawers fit wear them."

Dusting this ole girl off.....

Damn cobwebs all over the place in here.

So, I haven't had a vehicle to drive in two days and it's making me cranky. Gord's truck is in the garage and he is driving mine. boo hoo. Suddenly I have run out of everything or so it seems. Not that I really NEED the stuff, but I want it right now. I need yarn to start a crochet pattern I bought a month ago...and I want it today! I should go to the library and return some books .... but I can't because "you know who" has my truck....dognabbit. I guess we will be eating boiled macaroni for supper...because I don't have any fresh food in the house and I don't feel like defrosting anything in the freezer. What if I got sick or hurt myself and had to sit holed up in this god forsaken house without any band aids? Life is very disagreeable today.

Oh look, I have two legs. If I put one foot in front of the other I could walk to the store. But honestly, that would require some effort on my part, and I have put all the effort I have into whining ... so I have none left.

Hold on.... Gord just called and his truck in ready to be picked up. Phew, just when I was about to "walk" someplace... that was close. Now I don't even feel like crocheting....or cooking... and I think there is a box of band aids in the other bathroom. Life is getting more agreeable.

He will be here to pick me up in a minute...so I gotta go.

Here he is in a parade last weekend with his brother's car. He's the mafia guy on the left.