Candy, Glasses and other odd stuff

Mom--frantically searching for the glasses sitting on her head-funny! Me-attempting to put on a pair of glasses  while already wearing a pair--not so funny.
The candy--oh yeah, good one Wendy. I have a roommate [Bryon] who does not consume candy--he inhales it. So--I buy an Easter candy dish and candy to go in it. After I have filled the dish I put away the rest of the candy for later. [with me so far??] This morning I notice the candy dish looks rather sad. Plenty of wrappers but little candy. Well ok, I'll just get rid of the wrappers and re-fill it. Now for the candy. Where did I put it? NO, no, no--for the life of me, I can't find the candy. Also, I have absolutely no clue as to where I 'stashed' it. This is about the time I started feeling really, really OLD. I bought the candy, I put it away---but where???  I have indeed found it but only by accident. I'd given up. I found it while looking for something ELSE!

'The Bitch is back----'

Old
theme song:
'I'm a bitch, I'm a Bitch'
Oh the Bitch is back,
stone cold sober, as a matter of fact.
I can bitch, I can Bitch,
It's the way that I do,
the thing that I do---'
New
theme song:
'Whatever' [I can't even be bothered to come up with one]
Lately everything has been 'Whatever'. Washer down at work-whatever. Can't get enough work done each day-whatever, Bre left her dirty dishes again-whatever. I have LOVED the 'new' attitude. However, lately I've noticed the old me creeping back in. [just ask Angie!] Yesterday for instance-I hear her telling Lizzy that she and Jeff have been together for 1 and a half years. Do I 'politely tell her I think she 'might' be 'off' a bit. Oh no, I say something along the lines of--'Yeah, on WHAT planet. If that's true, I'm 20!!!' See what I mean? I've so wanted to tell all who would listen, 'Yes I WAS a Bitch--but the Bitch is DEAD!' I'm very much afraid that instead of me saying that about myself it will be said about AFTER I've drawn my terminal breath!!!!!

'Hoarding--buried alive!!'

When the garage starts looking like scenes from 'Hoarding--Buried alive' it might be time for a 'clean-up'. A 'real' clean-up Wendy, not just moving stuff from one side to the other! I have been promising to 'clean the garage' for a month now. Why? You may well ask. In order to build the third bedroom out there AND get Bryon 'off the floor' and OUT of my entertainment room, I must. The reason I've been 'putting it off?' I'm not kidding about the 'buried alive' stuff. My garage is like the 'Ellis Island' of the 'Dolye estate. a processing area. You know like the song, 'should I stay or should I go?--' Sadly to say, most of the stuff never leaves the Doyle property-never to return. It either gets moved back into the house OR is stored out there indefinitely. [wood working projects-started but not finished-decorations-ect] Yesterday, I 'took the bull by the horns' so to speak, and 'attempted' to CLEAN? it. Sooo---how did it go Wendy? ALL my 'stuff' DOES look better on the other wall.

Shopping---Again?

Yes , today is a shopping day. It wasn't suppose to be. It was a day for relaxing and cleaning the yard up, but---you know how it goes. I've been looking forward to these two days off since I went back to work. Why???--two words--spring break! Yes, things are crazy at work. So anyway, going to 'take er easy' today, or so I thought. Two days ago we had 'gentlemen callers' at work. AFTER they leave Bridget informs me that I have a tear in the butt of my pants. Oh dear, how embarrassing! Ok, time for a new pair of work pants. The next morning as I 'ready' for work I feel an all to familiar 'pull' in the butt of my pants. Yes indeed, 'another pair bites the dust'. How can that be? Two pair in less than a week? I have a 'new' crew member, one who doesn't know me well--otherwise how do you explain her comment when she learned of my misfortune--'Maybe your butt got bigger!' Oh--do ya think? Wonder she still has a job!!! As with any 'little' job I attempt--this job has GROWN! I now need new pants [two pair] laundry supplies, make-up, and misc. other stuff. This could take all day. The up side is that I've learned from two sources some things that help. Thank you Rachel [the 'queen' of coupon shopping] for making me realize those '10 dollars off' coupons that my credit card companies send out ARE valuable. Probably going to use at least two of those. Also, from 'what not to wear' size doesn't matter--it's 'fit' that counts. Here's hoping for the best. 'Happy shopping all!

Happy St. Patrick's Day--to one and all!

Irish Toast-[to be used at dinner]-'May your neighbor's respect you, troubles neglect you, the angels protect you and Heaven accept you!' Another St. Patrick's day, where has the year gone? I know, this is a typical whine of the elderly. It does seem that time is speeding up though and just as I'm slowing down. It doesn't seem fair somehow. Things are pretty quiet on the Doyle front. I need to go shopping today-compete with Irish t-shirt and green beret. Oh well, if people don't stare at you-dressed for a holiday-when will they? I am also old enough now that I don't really care. Yes oh yes, I WILL wear a red hat and purple dress. Nothing like the freedom of age to thumb your nose at the world and say, 'frankly my dear, I don't give a damn!'

I am STUBBORN!

How is it that with all I accomplished today--I DID NOT do the one thing I promised to do??? I must be 'mad' at 'the man' without knowing it. I 'promised' to clean the garage. Not done--it's now 20 minutes to 8:00P.M. However, I DID do all my wash, run Breane to work, iron, wash my car, mow ALL the yards, trim a great deal of them, water, and so on and so on---Why not the garage? I figure it's because he's INSISTING that I learn to handle the scooter, whether I want to or not. NOT! I have offered to give it back to him--but no go. The only person I'm hurting with my stubbornness is me. Until I clean the garage he can't begin on the new bedroom. What is wrong with me? I WANT the new bedroom. I'm looking forward to getting Bryon--off the floor-an into his 'new' room. Go figure!!@! It takes a woman!!!!

Technology--Iove it--I think?

I love the ceiling fan in the sitting room--I think? He says, 'Wendy, I'm going to wire the light/fan to a remote. That will make it easier for you. You can control the light/fan from anywhere in the room.' It SOUNDED like a good idea so I say, 'you go!' In truth, it is a good idea---unless---the battery in the remote goes dead. It's the funniest thing--you can control the light by puling the chains, even if the battery is dead, provided that the light was 'on' when the battery went out, otherwise---no go! Go figure! The fan simply 'will not' work without the remote. Anyway, it's been about 3 weeks since the battery went dead. Yes, I HAVE been looking for a new one. I knew I could get one at 'batteries pus+' but--at nearly 7 dollars I was hoping to find it cheaper. I look every place I go. It simply is not with the 'AA or AAA's. Last night , at Walmart, I get smart and ask at the jewelry counter. YES! They have one--and at only 5 dollars. It does occur that pretty soon I will have paid for that ceiling fan again--just in the cost of batteries--no matter--for the time being--when I say--'let there be light'--there is indeed---LIGHT!

Please, what do I think?

I've been laughing myself silly for the past couple of days! First, I gave the girls at work a choice. 'Hire one part-time gal, and keep things 'as is' OR hire two part-time gals and everyone gets a 'set' schedule!' Not so very hard is it? BOTH girls had to contact their 'friends?' to find out what they thought. First, 'Jeff thinks, I think, that we should hire one girl.' 'Richard says , flip a coin!' 'SO this is how YOU feel.?' I swear they didn't know. This was indeed very funny UNTIL I caught myself doing the SAME thing. 'Here's the deal sweetie---what should I do?' How very pathetic!!! When did we all decide to quit thinking for ourselves. As Bryon's shirt put's it--'THINK--it's not illegal--yet!' AND that's what I think--I think!

The more things change--the more they stay the same!

If you are wondering what that is all about???? Here's the scoop! Thad and I had a 3 bedroom house built to house our growing family. We used all three bedrooms and boy did we need them!! A  few years back it got to the point that Breane had TWO bedrooms!! This is when the MAN said, 'we should change the front bedroom into a entertainment room.' 'That's what the Man says,--listen what the Man says.' So, we changed it. Yea!! Now, the problem! I now need 3 bedrooms again! What to do? We are going to build a third bedroom, of course! It should be done sometime THIS year. So---- I will have a 3 bedroom house again--The more things change---the more they stay the SAME!