LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI (Archive): September 2003
A place where I will put stuff that doesn't neatly fit into any other catagories and where I will do my best to keep bad spelling and typos down to a bare minimum. :)
Monday, September 29, 2003
posted by Carol at
9:08 PM (Pacific)
We're moved. It went well. As smoothly as these things ever go.
My legs are KILLING me.
Went back and cleaned the rental. Husband still has to make one more trip to get stuff out of the garage and surrender the keys to the landlord. Our house is pretty decent. Still got lots of boxes to go through but the important day-to-day stuff is in place, more or less. We had quite the hunt this evening for the salt and pepper shakers but we eventually found them.
I love this house. I wish I had a scanner so I could post pics.
Thursday, September 25, 2003
posted by Carol at
2:59 PM (Pacific)
I made it through the closing yesterday without crying. I was kind surprised by that since I was such a basketcase beforehand. I did fine until I was putting the boys to bed and I ended up sitting on the bed, bawling. Its ours now, it really happened and nothings going to take it away. I was kind expecting something to go wrong and this whole deal to fall through. But it didn't, so there.
The phone gets shut off here sometime tomorrow and not hooked up at the new place until sometime Monday. Needless to say I will be incommunicado until then. A weekend w/o a ringing phone, a nice perk.
Last nights dinner was interesting. Very good food. I knew it would be and that's the main reason the husband wanted us to go. We had: roasted chicken, mashed potatoes w/ gravy, noodles, coleslaw, home canned pickles and spiced beets, bread and butter, ice cream and homemade strawberry sauce for dessert. Carb-o-luscious!!
:)
It WAS very good. She raises her own chickens and that was the most incredible bird I have ever had! First of all, it was HUGE. I saw it in the roaster and at first I thought it was a small turkey. It was at least a 10 pound bird. It fed 10 of us with enough leftover to send along home with my family. I've never seen such a big bird before. The meat was really good. It was dark and moist and yummy. It was soooo good. The difference in taste between a farm bird vs. a supermarket bird is indescribable. Its a shame what has been done to our countrys food system. I had a small taste of the "good old days" last night and it was wonderful. Heavy, but wonderful!
:)
Ok, gotta get off the duff here and keep crackin' at the house. I'll be back next week, posting via OUR NEW HOUSE!!!!!
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
posted by Carol at
6:20 PM (Pacific)
Lots of concealor, i've got dark circles and bags big time today.
Aveda dual applied with powder brush
mascara, revlon Brown Suede liner. I've still got mine too. Its the original.
Lancome blush, can't remember the name, but lots of it, I'm sure I'll be pale.
Lippie-hmmmmmmmm. Either Locococoa or Flirt gloss.
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
posted by Carol at
5:05 PM (Pacific)
22 hours.
22 hours and we will be homeowners!
I get goosebumps just thinking about it. I get all choked up if I let myself think to long on it. I'm so excited. Its just so unbelievable. Its really going to happen. Its almost here.
TOMORROW!!!!
By this time tomorrow the house will officially be ours.
3pm central time tomorrow.
Think of me, of us and say "Thank You" for me to God, the Universe, whatever Higher Power you see fit.
packed and cleaned, packed and cleaned, packed and cleaned. thats all ive done all morning today. set the boys to work on their room. They did a good job and got alot done. Middlest came out and was amazed at how much they got done in such a short amount of time.
No kidding.
there are 5 of us in this house. The boys are big. They are a lot of help when they want to be.
Monday, September 22, 2003
posted by Carol at
5:57 PM (Pacific)
Closing on the house, moving, and pms do NOT go together. Of course I have to have all 3 in the same week. I'm just not going to stress over any of it any more. It'll all get done.*breathe* It's all ok.*breathe* One day at a time, one thing at a time, one room at a time. *breathe*
AAAAAAARRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!
There.
Thats better.
sorta.
My neighbor lady from down the road wants to have our family over for dinner before we move. This is strange. Reason? Long story, but I'll try and explain.
At one point in time I was very, very, very religious. I not only wore dresses all the time, never pants pants=mens clothing=sin per old testament verses somewhere I also wore a headcovering per new testament 1st Corinthians 13 I think. I wanted to join the amish. no kidding.
While I was in this particularly weird phase of my life we moved here and my neighbor lady who is Mennonite befriended me. Shes Conservative Mennonite which is basically like the Amish but they drive cars and use electricity and phones. Ok. We were really good friends until I decided to ditch the lifestyle. I hacked off my long hair, wore red lipstick and black leather jackets and smoked cigarettes. Needless to say, our friendship ended abruptly. She would wave as she drove past our house but that was about it. He husband died this summer and I sent her a card. It had the 23rd Psalm on it. I picked it because I kinda wanted her to know that weren't total heathens and because I know she has devout beliefs and I respect that.
I'm out in the yard yesterday, in my low rider jeans and NASCAR tee, hair all wild and crazy. She bikes past and on her way back home pulls into our yard and stays and chats with me and hubby for quite a while. I was like, "Whoa, what's up with that" to my hubby when she left. We told her we were moving. I figured she'd be relieved. This morning she calls and invites us to dinner. Not only that, she wants me to drive her past our new house. AND she wants to come over next summer to watch the air show from our yard. okeeeee.
(Our house is less than a mile from the airport that hosts a HUGE airshow every year the weekend closest to the 4th of July. We're already planning a party!)
She must be lonely with her hubby of over 50 years being gone. All her kids are all out of the house now too. I'm just not sure how to take this sudden change of heart towards us. I'm not horribly excited about going for dinner either. DH wants to go. He says she means well. Its just strange, more than a little strange.
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
posted by Carol at
8:01 PM (Pacific)
We close on the house one week from tomorrow and then will be moving that weekend. If I'm not around much, that's why.
Friday, September 12, 2003
posted by Carol at
3:16 PM (Pacific)
The following story took place back in sept. 2001. I used to keep a diary at mydeardiary.com Just for kicks I went back there today and looked it up to see if it was still around. Low and behold it is! Amazing. It was so very, very interesting to go back and read what I had written 3 years ago.
This took place in Sept. but for lack of anything more interesting to write about I shall record it here for.
I had an apt. to go in and fill out paperwork for my new (old) job at 2 pm. At 1pm I went up to our mailbox to get the mail. In the road, in front of the mailboxes lay our cat, Oscar, dead. He had been hit by a car and was pretty mangled.
Great.
Im home alone, have to leave in less than an hour and now have this dead cat + telling the kids about dead cat when the get home at 3 to deal with. Not to mention that I rather liked the cat.
So, crying and upset, I go back to the house and get a shovel and try to haul this cat back to the house. He's a huge cat. Try and balance 20 pounds of dead cat weight on a shovel. Back to the house I trudge and get an old plastic sled, dump the carcass on it and haul it back to the flower garden and bury him under the tiger lilies which was his favorite place hunt.
Im crying, shaking, trying not to puke at the sight of this cat with its eyeballs dangling out of his skull by the optic nerve. My kids are going to be devastated by this and I have to be at work in about 20 minutes. I'm sitting on the sofa and saw something out on the porch and run out to see what it was. It was just an old blanket I had draped over the rail. Im sitting on the steps, still crying when around the corner strolls.....
OUR CAT!
Good god, I almost fainted then and there and I am SO not the fainting type. I called his name and he comes up to me meowing about not being fed in 3 hours.
Turns out it wasn't our cat that had been hit on the road. It was an imposter cat. We leave food out to feed the strays that wonder around the farm and several months ago we had noticed this other big ginger tabby that look almost identical to our cat. The strays come and go and I hadn't seen this one in a long time so the possibility that it was this cat squashed in the road hadn't occurred to me.
The husband still likes to make "Pet cemetery" jokes about it to this day.
Thursday, September 11, 2003
posted by Carol at
8:20 PM (Pacific)
I'm sure you all are happy and relieved that blogger now has spellchecker. you'll be even more happy (happier) and more relieved (relieveder?HA! sorry couldn't resist) to know that I'll use it.
Faithfully.
lets see if blogger eats this post. I'm more than abit miffed that it ate my writings yesterday. I pouted about it for the rest of the day and all day today. Now I'm back and ready to try again. My hand hurts from writing so much in my paper journal. I checked out a writing book from the library and its been very inspiring. I've filled pages in my notebook. More pages in the past 2 days then I've written since the beginning of July. I love to write. I don't write stories or essays or anything deep. I'll just sit with my notebooks and favorite pen and priority for hours. Just writing on whatever comes into my head. Its nothing really. Nothing of importance to anyone but me. Writing makes me feel good, clean, empty. Writing calms the storms in my mind, the static in my head. In the book was a question, "Do you write for an audience or for yourself?"
hmmmmmmm. Thought on that one for awhile. In my notebooks I write for myself, only myself, myself alone. I don't edit or re-write or check for spelling or grammar or anything of the sort. Here, its different. I'm aware that its read by others on occasion.
I found 2 strawberry shortcake notebooks yesterday at target. They are adorable. You can not look at them and not smile and feel happy. I love to buy myself character notebooks to journal in. Last year I had pooh and eeyore notebooks, the year before that it was Garfield and the year before that it was Peanuts, I think. I can sort through my stack of old notebooks and know by the character what year it was written in.
Its supposed to be 90 degrees here tomorrow. 90! Its the middle of September. I once heard someone say that here in Indiana we get to experience the beauty of all 4 seasons, sometimes all in one week.
I despise hot weather. I love fall and winter. In that order. I love blizzards. I love it when it snows. I love to go outside at night in the middle of a snow fall and just stand there and listen. Everything is hushed, muted, silent. Even in town, you could hear the muffle of the snowfall. Out in the country its just this perfect stillness. You can hear it. You can feel it. There's no sound but the stillness of the snow falling and the crunch of your feet in the snow.
Its glorious.
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
posted by Carol at
2:27 PM (Pacific)
this is where blogger hiccuped and lost my post.
I was mad and hurt for awhile but I came back.
Tuesday, September 09, 2003
posted by Carol at
9:07 PM (Pacific)
green cucumbers in the grass
red tomatoes on the vine
blue sky, white fence, brown dirt
the sun is hot, the breeze is cool
summer fades into fall.
~written this afternoon whilst writing in my journal out in my yard on my swing~
lists. i'm still obsessed about making lists. why? because i am afraid of forgetting something, of not having what i want or need at the exact moment i want or need it. i'm afraid of making mistakes, wasting money, not having enough, running out of things, wasting gas, driving to much, having J yell at me for spending too much money, buying too much, going shopping too often."
Its actually cheaper for us to go to the fancy-schmancy place then it is to go eat at the cheesy amish touristy place. DH wanted to take all 5 of us out for a blow-out dinner in honor of our anniversary. We took our eldest for sunday brunch when he turned 13. The younger two have never been there, so they're pretty jazzed about the whole thing. The food there is awesome. Plus, its a sunday brunch buffet, allucaneat. Its not worth taking this crew of mine any place that isn't buffet. The rumors about just how much food adolescent & pre-ad. boys can eat.....they're all true.
Sunday, September 07, 2003
posted by Carol at
12:01 AM (Pacific)
testing
Saturday, September 06, 2003
posted by Carol at
6:52 PM (Pacific)
Back again here tonight to endlessly edit my previous spoutings.
Ended up having a super de duper time last night. Went to some newly opened bar and drank too much beer and smoked too many clove cigarettes. golly, I so loooooooove those clovey ciggies. Its been, what, 3 years or so since I stopped smoking, but I can not resist a clove. Anna bought me a pack special and I've still got them up in my cupboard. bad carol, bad bad bad. I awoke this morning with a sexy husky voice brought on by smoking too many cigarretts last night. Somebody yell at me and tell me what a nasty, evil habit is and how I'll ruin my health starting back up again.
Found a fabu new brand of beer too. Blue Moon. My is it ever fine. I am not a beer-girl at all, but this stuff is like silk. mmmmm, the bar served it with a mandarin orange wedge in the bottom of the glass. There is just something about booze soaked fruit that is divine. This Blue Moon Belgian White Belgian Style Wheat Ale is just awesome. *disclaimer, dont drink if your under 21 and drink responsibly if you do choose to drink, ok? end of disclaimer*
Somehow I bookmarked the archives of Dains blog and it had looked like she hadn't posted all week. I check her blog daily so I just figured she'd ran off to college and was so busy she'd not kept the blog up. Imagine my joy when I clicked the link of Josephines blog and it took me to a weeks worth of Dain-o-rama!
I bought myself a nifty pair of silk cargo pants yesterday at Target, on clearance. Olive silk cargos, size 12. oo, they are fine. And I bought THE greatest pair of shoes at payless too. They kinda look like penny loafers, they've got some snazzy silver hardware on them, white stitching, big stacked heel. They're comfy as he** and make my feet look TINY, TINY, TINY. Which is no small feat (HAR!), I have big feet, size 9 1/2.
Friday, September 05, 2003
posted by Carol at
7:01 PM (Pacific)
Well, thank you dear Josephine. You're certainly good for my self-esteem.
I had come back on site to re-read my posts and got very fed up with myself and all my mis-spells and typos. Thats what set off my small tantrum down there.
I'm actually going to get a night out with the gals tonight. Provided my old man ever gets home tonight. He's ref-ing volleyball tonight and I am supposed to leave in 6 minutes and he's not here yet. Grrrrrrrrr. I'm going to have to log off and call my girlfriend and tell her I'm going to be late. I hate being late. I pride myself on being prompt.
Thursday, September 04, 2003
posted by Carol at
7:17 PM (Pacific)
god. why do you people even read me?
I write like crap, i type like crap, i spell like crap.
we probably won't ever get a nordies affiliation because of me. i swear to much, wear NASCAR tee's and WANT to have my thong hang out my jeans.
Went shopping at WM this afternoon. Ibought myself 2 new NASCAR tshirts, one shortsleeve, one longsleeve. Our superWM is doing a huge renovation and I found these cool nascar shirts in the ladies department. hehehe, only at walmart!
What else did I get? Thinking.........
Lucky mag
InStyle mag, have you seen this thing? its HUGE, catalog size HUGE! Full of ads, I'm sure, but I figured it'd be fun to look through.
Candy for the kiddos
Hamburger for the chili tonight.
Apricot scrub for self and some acne stuff for eldest adolescent boy.
I'm always kinda surprised when someone actually likes me, actually wants to be my friend, spend time with me, talk to me, hang out.
3 weeks until closing.
ARGH!
I can't wait that long. I want to move NOW.
I feel like I'm in limbo.
I hate it I hate it I hate it.
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
posted by Carol at
8:51 AM (Pacific)
Hmmmmmm, Gothic kinda sprang from the Punk scene, didn't it? I was never angry enough nor brave enough to be Punk. Depressed, dark, broody, morose-that I could do. I honestly don't think I heard the term "goth" until a few years ago. The Columbine incident, I think is when finally heard it. I grew up in small-town Indiana in the 80's. We were and still are YEARS behind things. We had a few Punks. One boy moved here during highschool and he sported a REAL mohawk. I think it was blue.
We were just weird in highschool. We did stuff like dye our hair black, powder our faces pale with baby powder and wear dark red wet and wild lipstick somebody had stolen from the dimestore, dressed in all black. We read and wrote bad depressing poetry and listened to classical music. We smoked Marlboros in my dads station wagon during breaks at band camp. We drank booze stolen from our parents 'frigs and bars. We thought we were badder than we actually were. We scared the underclassmen, exasperated our parents and were made fun of by the in-crowd.
I met J the summer before my senior year. It was love at first sight, as only a 17 year old girl can do. I stopped doing all my freaky stuff. We dated, married, started having babies fast and furious. I was too busy to think about myself, who I was, what I was interested in. My 20's are just a blur. I blinked and they were over. I totally missed the 90's, I really did.
Monday, September 01, 2003
posted by Carol at
8:47 PM (Pacific)
Wellllllll....... I'll admit it too. I also follow Dains blog. Daily. And Life de Josephine too. I sometimes even go check out the other bloggers Dain has listed on her blog. You would NOT believe the thrill I had when she not only MENTIONED me she added me to her list of blogs. Yes, I am a dork. I've already admitted to that several times already. I like to think of the three of us sometimes, Josephine on the west coast, Dain out on the eastern edge of the nation and me in the middle. It makes me feel good for some reason. I think of all the millions of people living out there, across the nation and then of the 3 of us. I feel a little less anonymous, a little more know, more cared for, less like a nobody.
I mean, I'm fine with being a nobody. Dr. Phil once was talking about a poll he had on his website. It had asked something like "would you like to be famous?" 70% answered yes and he then said that the other 30% were lying. That kinda made me go "hmmmmmmmm". 'Cause I had immediately and unequivocally answered not only "no"but "hell no". And I was not lying, Dr. Phil, not to you nor myself. I would not want to be famous and I would not want to be on TV.
I've been poking around abit on some freaky gothic perfume sites. I'd post links here but I don't want to scare the bejeebers out of anyone or freak all of you who've come to know and love me out. I found links off of MUA fragrance board to these sites. Ohmygosh, they rock. Who would want to smell like Halston or CK1 or (godforbid) Happy when you can smell of such things as: ABSINTHE, JEZEBEL, LES FLEURS du MAL, only to name a few. Ooooo, I just wish I could sniff them all. I will not purchase perfume unsniffed. And samples cost, of course.
I couldn't figure out my renewed interest in weirdness, darkness, gothness. I'm getting a little old for some of my freakyness. I'd thought I'd outgrown it. I finally figured it out. We're moving into a subdivision. Oh the horror. I'm going to live in a subdivision. We own both a station wagon and a mini-van. How has it come to this?? The day I start thinking "condo in florida" is the day I start the car and leave the garage door down.
kidding. kidding. kidding.
