Whew

Lately it has been too hot to do anything other than sit in front of the fans and pretend that we weren't slowly melting into a puddle of sweat. Our AC was fixed, worked two days then quit. Had the guys out again but had to schedule a guy who does nothing but look for leaks. So we have air conditioning now only have no idea how long it will last. It's been over 90 with humidity in the 1000 percentile...ok maybe I'm exaggerating about the humidity, lets just say that it is high enough that when you sweat it doesn't evaporate on your skin because there is already too much moisture in the air from all those other people sweating. All these damp people molecules floating around. In the midst of the hottest sweatiest day, after I struggled home with groceries and pretended to put them away. Got the cold stuff and half of the other stuff put away before I because so sweaty I thought I'd slide right out of my clothesso I flopped down on the bed, face up, gasping for air when Rocco the wonder dog leaps onto the bed, throws his weight acrtoss my chest and then proceeds to lick my face, the inside of my ears and my hairline free of sweat. Just what I needed. 100 degrees, sweating buckets and a big old dog with hot breath is licking me with a hotter tounge. I must say I felt better once he went outside to bark at something. I suppose it had a lot to do with the 70 pound weight lifted off my chest.
ANd then that night I tried to undress without the world seeing 'the girls' the windows were wide open, the light on so I tired to wiggle my way out of my bra with a t-shirt on only to becaome so well and truely tangled that suddenly my had sprouted outward from the vicinity of my ear and I couldn't wiggle or squirm to save my life. In fact, I actually had a moment there when I thought I would have to spend the rest of my life that way because there was no way I was going to go to the husband and ask him to untangle me. He's been lecturing me over everything I do lately, that is when he's not beating me down verbally, and I knew that I'd much rather look like I have a arm growing from my ear then to go through another verbal battering. I don't know how I did it but I did manage to untangle myself. Whew.
Now it's time for bed in a cool room. Either I've gotten soft from having air conditioning all these years or the globe really is warming up. No one had home air conditioning when I was a kid and we all survived. I don't even remember being hot but I must have been. How could I not? ---me---

The saga contiues

Dear Peruser.
It's hot again and the air conditioner is out again. This time it was our doing. It was blowing cool but not cold and the husband wanted to call BGE again to have them come out and fix it. I thought I'd check to see if the vent was open in older son's room and as I walked by the furnace I felt cold air blowing at me. Duct tape had come loose and the foam covering over pipes had split open and everthing was wet with condensation but only in spots that weren't frosted over!!!! So we shut it off to let it cool off and dry and I'm wondering that if there was ise on the outside of the pipe who knew what was inside. Maybe the ice berg that sank the titanic. So once the husband gets home tonight we will be duct taping away. Keep your fingers crossed that we get this repaired once and for all. A new unit will run $5300 because we also need a furnace to go along with it. Yikes.
We were considering refinancing the house to a lower rate only to discover that there is a $7000 penalty for paying off the mortgage early. We knew it was the case but not how much. Good lord. I took younger son to his meeting today and we were both polite to each other at first but then thengs thawed and we were our old selves. That's good. I don't like being on the outs with my sons.
It's too hot to cook and too hot to eat so maybe it'll be salad night tonight, unless older son wants to cook out. We had a driveway full of young men last night bbqing salmon and london broil and all kinds of goodies. We didn't have to contribute anything because it was our grill and our coals etc. I wasn't hungry anyway but it was nice of the guys to give us that dispensation.
Guess that's it. Not much to say.
Oh wait.
Listening to tv while I was doing something else, a commercial came on advertising a shampoo with fecal essence. Poop in a bottle. Just what we all need. Come to find out it was seaweed essence but I swear it sounded like fecal. Aren't you glad you don't live in my head? Love ya. ---me---

Finally some good news but I feel like an idiot

Dear Peruser
Our Air COnditioner crapped out on us on Thursday and the fix it guy didn't come out till today. It was one long sweaty weekend. Hot and humid and it's a wonder that there is anything left of me other than a big old puddle.
But I feel like an idiot because I never even considered cleaning the filters, which was what the problem was. My poor animals had to endure all that heat just because mommy didn't clean the filter. Yes I know I'm not the only adult in the house but I seem to be the keeper of the condenser. At least I think about doing it which is more than I can say for the Husband.
I went to his semi-partner's house today to fight with his paperwork. I got there at 10 am and thought I was nearing the end at around 2 when he laughed and dropped another pile on the desk in front of me. I told him it was going to have to wait till next time and it will. I do not understand why men cannot be organised. The office that the husband and I share was once a shining jewel but it's a holy mess now and, for once, it isn't due to me. I can make a mess in two seconds flat. Right now I'm headed for bed, hoping to actually sleep tonight. So that's all. ---me---

It just keeps on going

As if my very own brain doesn't give me enough to fret about, my real life tends to dump more crap on top of more crap.
First of all my air conditioning has died. We thought it would but hoped it would last the summer. We can't get BG&E out electric company to come out again and fix it, they told us they wouldn't when they were out here earlier inthe summer. So I called my handy dandy can do it all appliance repair man and asked him to come and give the old girl a shot of freon. I'm going to assume that he knows I meant the air conditioning and not me. Though as hot and sweaty as I am now, I could use a shot of freon.
Meanwhile I'm slowly melting into a puddle of stressed out sweat. It's so warm even with all the fans turned on and the dogs keep panting and looking at me saying 'MOMMY!! DO SOMETHING!" Meanwhile mommy has a headache and a gut ache and a breaking heart.
I took the younger son to his probation guy today who has now mandated two AA meetings a week sand seeing said son everyweek instead of every month. That means I have to pick him up at home and return him on a Monday night, Wednesday night, Thursday day thru night to another meeting and then home again. Younger son has no car, nor does older son and husband. That means four adults sharing one car and no money to buy another car. No Money for anything. Had to put the food on the credit card and I somehow lost $30.00.
I tried talking to younger son about how we were going to manage this all but I was suddenly the bad guy and could be yelled at all the way home. His probation guy said he smelled liqour on younger son's breath. I thought I had as he got in the card but didn't say anything thinking it might have been a mouthwash instead. It wasn't. So now I'm going to be spending my life trotting that som all over in a car I'm scared to death will die from overuse and then we will be well and truely SCREWED!
Plus we are refinancing the house AGAIN and this mortgage broker doesn't seem much smarter that the other one who had an excuse for being the less than brightest bulb in the pack. He was a Baltimore Raven (Football) for a couple of years so I figured his brains got joggled now and again. He just sent us an email about us selling Goji juice. Uh Huh. How good of a broker can he be if he has to sell Goji juice on the side. New Mortgage broker is an idiot as well and i'm trying to not rip a strip off him. And now I've learned I have to go to husband's somewhat partner's house on Monday to try and make some sense of his files and expenses. I do not know why the man can't just tuck the receipts away in the appropriate folder instead of throwing them on a massive pile on a table. A pile always in danger of avalanche. Maybe it'll bury me alive and I won't have to worry about toting the kid.
God I hate my life.

Vogue

So not only am I missing thre origami gene and the collage gene but I think the girly girl gene whizzed right past me without so much as a pause.
I went to the library today and snagged a Vogue magazine for a quarter. Not that I read Vogue (the girly girl part) but rather to use it for collage, etc. So I'm paging through this big honking magazine and page past page after page after page of empty eyed poses in a variety of poses,most of which look uncomfortalbe. And the clothes. Think rag bag with draggly floppy clthes and hair that looks like rats have been living in it. And the poses. Many are spread legged women who woul dhave Miss Manners rolling inher grave. Ladies don't sit with their legs spread like that! Nor do they lay in a clump and tickle another's nipple. Whew. There were even some poses that made my body ache just to look at them. And others that just looked awkward. I mean who walks like that. Bent knee, leg stretched out as far as it can go and the other foot looking as if it were hauling itself out of goo.
However for as uncomfortable and unflattering the poses and clothes were it was the faces of the model that I found creepy. There is nothing in those eyes. I mean nothing. Even when they are looking directly at the camera there was nothing. It wasn't just the dead white makeup and the pale mouths and eyelashes, unless you count the one who had eyes the size of coconuts and so heavily ringed that those eyes stood out even more. There was even a model made up to look like a mannequin and she had more life to her than the others.
Now I know that the models are supposed to be showcasing the clothes but shouldn't there be, at least a spark of life deep inside someplace? Makes me think they all need a spaghetti dinner and a popscicle. Or maybe I need the spaghetti and popscicle.
So backto the girly girl part. People actually spend money (other than a quarter I mean) for this magazine? It certainly can't be for the articles, they are about as empty as the models' eyes. Can it be for the clothes that would be a monster to wash or the purses the size of laundry bags? I just don't get it. Hence the lack of girly girl gene. Which makes me even more thankful that I had only sons.
That's my rant for today. I did find some cool pics to rip out and have more entries for my yellow book. I have a sketch book full of yellow (my favorite color) and I had just finished gluiong everything in just yesterday. So now I have more. Amazing how unpopular yellow seems to be for stuff.
But yellow makes me smile...isn't that what's important? ---me---

Where does the time go?

Older son will be 26 tomorrow. How is that possible? I think it has something to do with that old lady I see inmy mirror but I'm not certain.
I was without a clue for older son's birthday present. He's not a clothes type of person. Not that he runs around nekkid mind you, but he's happy wearing any old thing as long as it didn't cost much and can just be thrown out when it gets so stained that the wash no longer gets it clean. Any game he wants he's already bought himself and so on. So I got him a string of lights in the shape of the Baltimore Ravens' football helmets. A goofy gift but one has to be goofy now and again. I also made him a birthday card out of one of those wooden box cases that aol cds are mailed in. Just the other day Josh mentioned something about how I can get so excited over something as a flat wooden box. Others would get excited over the disc with a million free aol hours (or whatever it is) but not his mom. She likes the box. And the occasional cool bottle he finds me or any other peice of random treasure (known as junk to those not so well informed) that he always manages to find me. After all he is the son who brought home dumpster candy one January ( all shrink wrapped and sealed into really fancy tin boxes) simply for the boxes though we did eat the very expensive candy inside and there wasn't a single thing wrong with it.
So I've made him a card using the aol box but I added pages and while it's not as creative as some things I've done, it's geared to him as our grillin' king. In fact right now Older son is at younger son's in the city to watch the fireworks at Baltimore's inner harbor. Younger son's house is a block from the water with a perfect view of the fireworks without the crowd. The same crowd that tonight erupted into pockets of fighting.
On a more serious note, Eloise Matilda (the bi Ikea plush gorilla who has taken up residence in our hallway) is fickle. She is now spreading her affections around and has allowed limpy gimpy aka little dog Ollie to sleep with her all day long. I even have a photo of it, if I could only figure out where to plug the digital camera cord into the tall box thing that runs the computer. Yes I am truly NOT computer literate.
I'm still on the outs with the husband till he treats me better but from something the older son said today, I suspect he doesn't bother to listen to any of us. And oooohhh did it tick him off when I played the 'you never told me that' game at work. Which I shall continue tomorrow and until he begins to listen to me. Nasty woman that I am.
My back hurts now and I should go to bed. Want to be well rested for round two of what's good for the goose is good for the gander or "huh? You never told me that!" Wish me luck.