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#102 Whiplash from the mood swings ;)


Yesterday I was having the worst day in a very long time. I couldn’t get away from the pain long enough to become anything close to a normal happy person. I was going through my house pissed off at the world and everybody in it, I thought that if I did some chores that I would feel better, although I knew that I shouldn’t because I was already hurting so much. I made it through doing most of my dishes, doing four or five loads of my daughter’s laundry (she doesn’t even live here) and sweeping my kitchen and family room when I decided that I had to take a break. I wanted to try to sing a few songs while I caught my breath, and because I had to exchange my karaoke machine a few months ago and never really had the new one set up properly it had to be moved and rewired so that took a few hours to do when it should have only taken a few minutes…then when it was hooked up I couldn’t find my mics because there were extra wires everywhere. I was so pissed off at that point that I took a garbage bag and threw into it all the wires to other people’s random things that had no business being there, and just as I threw the garbage bag into my garage someone rang the door-bell. Of course Bob (our Pomeranian) goes crazy which pisses off Rick who had been getting bitched at all day by me, and when Bob jumped up to run at the door he scratched my leg trying to get by me. I thought that I was going to find the carpet repair guy at the door, he was supposed to come and replace some of the new carpet that was installed improperly, which is by the way very loud, the glue smells to high heaven and they make a huge mess. This day couldn’t have gotten much worse! Rick and I both went to the door so that one of us could hold the dog while the other let the carpet guys in…but nobody was there. I could see the UPS truck leaving and there was a huge box left on my front patio with my name on it. Rick brought me the box and I put Bob back down and I took this great big box into the kitchen. I must have had a huge smile on my face because for the first time all day Rick smiled at me and went back to his computer. It had a beautiful card on the box addressed to me, with a little writing that just basically said that someone was thinking of me and wishing me a pain-free happy day. In the box was the most perfect bunch of sun flowers along with a little tin can vase that looked like a little old milk can. Just beautiful. I instantly was happy again and hurried to get my pretty flowers cut and fed and put into fresh water in their new home. They were really hot so I was a bit worried that they would die yesterday but they didn’t. I carried them from room to room with me for the rest of the day yesterday just so that I could see them where ever I went. I didn’t do anything else around the house after that, I just rested and looked at my perfect gift. I think what made me so happy wasn’t just getting such a great gift, but it was the fact that those much-needed words came from a woman whom I’ve never even met. She is someone who I’ve been talking to on the internet who has also lived this nightmare. I’ve never even spoken to her on the phone. This woman has encouraged me on good days and cried with me on terrible days and I don’t even know her last name. The only way that I could thank her was to send her a pm on my computer. So this is why I’m back to giving myself whiplash with the mood swings. I truly believe that if Rick could have found this wonderful woman yesterday he would have hugged her refusing to let go because she fixed me in a split second. I woke up today and came downstairs to make my coffee, when I saw my beautiful sun flowers on my kitchen table and I smiled. I think it’s gonna be a great day.

#33 A funny story


Yesterday my daughter Jesse came home to visit and was skimming my pool to earn money for her haircut and I was outside having a cigarette and talking to her and Rick and somehow we ended up talking about her laundry. She actually asked me if I would do her laundry and I had to laugh because I have made her do her own laundry since she was able to reach the top of the washer.(she had to climb on it though and tried to wash her clothes in the dryer with laundry soap) After I finished laughing at her for the comment I asked her if she would require me to beat her clothes against a rock or if she had whites I could throw them into the pool, with all the chlorine it should do the whites just fine, then she could fish em out later. She didn’t like that idea and decided that she would do her laundry herself like she always did. The whole throw em in the pool thing came from another incident from when she was about six years old. Rick and I had another house back then that also had a pool but because we didn’t take care of it very well it needed some serious cleaning, so I went and bought all the necessary chemicals including a five gallon bucket of blue pool die. The instructions on the bucket said that after the pool was clean and had all the other needed chemicals in it we should take one cup of the pool blue and mix it in a five gallon bucket of water and dump that bucket into the pool spreading it all throughout the entire pool, then a day later it should be perfectly clean and blue. I had asked Rick to go do that and instead of reading the directions he thought he would just dump the entire five gallon bucket into the pool and it would be beautifully blue. It didn’t work that way. After Rick came in and said that he had finished with the pool I went outside to see what it looked like. It was fluorescent purple. It was not just a little purple…it was a thick hot purple and I couldn’t even see the first step of the pool. As you might imagine, I totally freaked out and started screaming at him for doing something so stupid and not reading the directions. He thought this was the funniest thing he had ever seen and my daughter loved the color purple so she was all kinds of happy to have a purple pool. I was so pissed off that I went inside and refused to talk to Rick but I had left Jesse outside with him, I should have known better. I had this white sun dress that was all stained because I had it for a long time and wore it to clean the house, apparently Rick and my mother thought they could throw my dress into the pool full of dye and turn my favorite dress another color and that would make me happy. Nope. While this dress was soaking in the pool Jesse asked Rick if it was ok to go swimming in the lovely purple pool and my dumb ass husband sent her in to put her little bikini on and threw her in the pool. I could hear her hit the water and ran outside as fast as I could because I figured she must have accidentally fallen into the pool. She was happily swimming in this god awful purple water just as happy as can be. Oh my God, I was even more pissed at this point. I demanded her out of the water and dried her off because Rick was laughing too hard to get her out and no matter how hard I washed that girl in the shower her little body stayed purple for three days. The pool was so dark purple that one of the news helicopters saw it and put it on that evenings news. They were confused as to how that happened and said they were going to use it as a landmark from the air. Can you imagine how angry I was now that the whole city was looking at my purple pool. At that time because Jesse was always outside playing in the sun her hair was very light blond so even after her skin started to look normal again her hair stayed that color for what seemed like weeks but I think it was only about a week and a half. Way to much time for my six-year-old to have purple hair. My dress had to be thrown away, go figure. At the time I was furious about all this but now it’s just another funny story and because I’ve been writing some pretty serious stuff about me lately I thought it would be nice to show everyone that I do have a very unusual and usually very funny family. I have hundreds of funny stories and I’ll try to remember to add them in sometimes so that it isn’t all doom and gloom for the people reading my blog. Even I can only take so much of hearing about only bad things going on so I’m trying to remember that I have a great family and there is definitely never a dull moment in our house. It’s all my fault too because I’ve trained them all that way…to have fun and be different and It worked.