Ah the wonders of Facebook

I find myself in a weird place at this moment in my life.  I guess you can say it started the other night when I was curious about a classmate from elementary/junior high.  So I looked her up on Facebook and found her.  Then went poking around on her friends list and found more of my classmates (a.k.a torturers) and also found a woman who helped looked after my sisters and I when our family was in upheaval.  I was excited when I found her and did send her a message.  Am still waiting for a response, but if she doesn’t then at least I was able to thank her after all these years for doing what her and her husband did for us. 

My weird place comes from the classmates (torturers) and part of me wanting to know how they are doing and the other part not so much.  As I flipped through a few different friends lists I came across one of my classmates (friend at that time) that had it the same if not in some worse than we did as far as the torture went and she was friends with some of those people who gave her hell.  I thought to myself “Wow, she’s a much bigger person than I as she’s able to forgive them for what they did. After all, we were kids.”  Then the non forgiving part of me pops up and says “Forget them, they are assholes.  Once an asshole always an asshole.”  So now I’m in that weird spot of do I reach out to them or do I just leave it alone and get on with my life.  I do want to know how the one friend at that time is doing, so I will reach out to her.  But the others, I am torn.  Some things I just can’t let go and when people have been the biggest jerks to me or my sisters, I have a hard time with that.  But then again, we were just kids and what did we know?  I need to think about this some more.  I will just give it time and more than likely this feeling will pass.

Just Curious

After a few more conversations with Craig and reminding him that I don’t want to really discuss future living arrangements or weddings (which is a separate subject) I thought I would take a gander at houses for sale in the areas close by.  Don’t get me wrong, I love my house and have only been in it for going on 3 years now, its’ perfect size and love my backyard.  I spent my childhood on 10 acres and the high school years on a little over an acre (my sisters and I were so bored that first summer we moved).  So as much as I would love to stay up on the country, Craig does not want to move up my way.  I am not one for the expanding city so I am not moving to his area.  I hate driving around down there and the houses are to cookie cutter with small back yards.  I need space and a house with personality.

So I thought I would poke around on some real estate sites and see what was available out there.  I’m amazed at how low the housing prices still are.  For all the talk of the booming housing industry and sky rocketing prices, I didn’t really see it.  I saw a lot of houses that had the prices reduced due to being on the market for so long.  I told Craig what I was doing and he seemed excited.  He let me know the minimum square footage he would like and if the house had a pool that was a bonus for him.  I told him that I could care less if there is a pool or not, I want a nice backyard.  I don’t mind doing the yard work which works out well for him since he hates it.  I find it therapeutic. 

I’m not thrilled at the thought of moving yet again.  I’ve moved around too much in my life.  I thought when I bought my house that I would not be moving for another 30 years.  They can move in with me so if didn’t work out, I wouldn’t be the one moving out.  Craig will be the very first boyfriend that I dwell with.  The others never lasted that long but then again, I didn’t want to dwell with them either.  I am excited for our future, yet leary at the same.  I am hesitant on the thought of renting my house out to total strangers.  Are they going to take care of it? Are they going to be assholes and trash the place?  Are they going to be nice to my neighbors and the neighborhood kids?  Is it discrimination to say I want non-smokers only?  Do I allow pets?  It makes me twitchy to think about all of it. 

Bluka Firsts

I brought my sweet little girl home in January and she was only 4 months old.  She blossomed into a spaz with a personality 10 times her little 7 pound body.  Now she’s a little over a year old and has had quite a few Firsts this year.  Her first loves are these pillows.  I don’t know what it is about them, but she will do circles around them chasing the milk jug rings.

She has turned into quite the little hunter and brought in mosquito eaters, bugs and has a love for lizards (I found so many dead and half alive ones in the house).  This weekend, she had her first snow.  I had to laugh at her on Friday night as she was trying to dodge the snowflakes that were landing on her and when she figured out it wasn’t going so well, she went back in the house.  We hunkered down for the night then Saturday morning I had to throw her out in the snow.  She was not happy and stood there for about 5 minutes glaring at me.  Then she tried to eat it and spit it out really quick. 

 

 

 

She sat in the window most of the day Saturday wide eyed as the snow fell from the trees.

Saturday night I decided it was time to put up the tree.  I popped in Christmas Vacation, poured a glass of wine and drug the tree out from the closet.  Bluka was very excited as it was something new to investigate and play with.  Fabio could care less, but he is older and used to these things now.  After I got the tree up, it was time for the lights.  Not sure if it was the pretty colors or because I was untangling them, but she fell in lust with them.  I had to keep her from chewing on them while I was putting them on the tree which became quite the chore.  But afterwards it was worth it.  As I was putting the bulbs on the tree I came to the conclusion that she will be Aunt Bethany’s cat from the movie and waste all her 9 lives chewing on the lights. 

 

But she’s so stinkin cute

Weekend Snow

I love the snow.  I just don’t like it when it sticks to the roads makes them slushy then freezes.  It started Friday night and I woke up Saturday morning to this.

Part of my backyard

He's my special upside down snowman

 

It’s so peaceful when it snows.  Like the world it taking a time out and is just being still, I love it.  I parked at the bottom of my driveway Friday night so I didn’t go sliding backwards when it all stopped and froze over.  I built a few snowmen, made a snow angel for my Aunt and Uncle and then decided to shovel off the driveway so that I can park on it. Well now my driveway looks like glass from it freezing over and I’m anxious for it to melt so I can park in it again.  Until that time comes, I will just park at the bottom, cover my windows and pray that I don’t ski down the driveway in the process like I did when I went to cover my windows.

The weekend snow has turned to black ice on the roads and it makes for scary driving as there are those who do not know how to slow down and leave space between cars.  I would rather get to my destination safe than not at all, so I was driving cautiously this morning.  And shaking my head at those who were not. 

Oh what list to start with

Last Wednesday night I decided to compile all my music lists that I have for bands to check out into one neat little spot. And holy cow did I have lots of lists.  Lists from work, lists at home, lists in my purse, lists in the glove box of the car, lists in my lunch bag and even a few on my coffee table.  I even found my wish list.  So after compiling all my lists into yet another tablet, I started going through my wish list to see what I still wanted and what could be crossed off.  I got about halfway done with the first page and then lost all interest yet again.  I kept thinking about all the other things I could be doing.  Like cleaning the house, cleaning out my drinking glasses which I have way more than I need, organizing my pots and pans, regrout the tile behind the kitchen sink and that’s just to start on the inside of the house.  The outside of the house list is getting long too.  I am trying to keep all my lists in one spot so I don’t lose them.  I just keep adding to them.

Also since this is December, the list of all lists come out.  You know the ones I’m talking about:  “Top 20 albums of 2013”, “Top 100 Movies of 2013”, “Top 100 songs of 2013”and those lists go on and on.  But for a person like me, they are really fun to read and aggrevating at the same time.  As they are always criticized and you wonder who made those lists, what were they thinking when those lists were made and why didn’t they choose that one instead of this one.  So to make myself feel better, I will make my own which starts yet another list to add to my pile.  Craig will find them one day and then the questions, then I will just smile and say “It’s my madness.”