I’VE LOST MY WILL TO BLOG….

By Karen | Aug 20 2008

Maybe you’ve noticed. I mean, it’s August 20th, and this is only my 10th post this month and the first in 5 days. Maybe it’s writer’s block. Maybe blogger’s block. Maybe it’s lack of time. Or it could be the fact I’ve got so much going on it leaves little time to formulate a sentence worthy of being put to “paper.”

In a nutshell here is the update….

We passed our inspection with flying colors. They are not asking us to remedy anything. Yeah!

Our radon test just finished yesterday, and the tech hinted the number was “higher than acceptable.” We’re still waiting to hear what that even means and what we have to do about it.

We are still packing things up. Now that showings are done we’re leaving packed boxes all over the house. Which is oh so pretty.

I had a fasting lipid profile done and got the results back. It pretty much said, “You’re arteries are about ready to explode.” Oh, joy.

Today’s big light bulb moment…..For years (and years) I’ve been toasting the kids’ bagels before putting on the cream cheese. Well, the toaster oven is packed, so for the last couple of weeks they’ve been eating them “raw” out of the bag. Today I gave them their bagels and asked if they preferred them toasted or plain. Seems I’ve been wasting my time all these years because they both like them much better plain.

Well, at least this is a post. Not a great one. But I didn’t want you to think I was gone forever.

I HURT MYSELF IN THE STRANGEST OF WAYS

By Karen | Aug 15 2008

Yesterday I was minding my own business when my elbow suddenly started to hurt. Not just a little hurt, but some pretty bad pain. It didn’t hurt if I held it still, but when I tried to straighten it, or pick up something heavier than my coffee mug, or when I tried to use my arm to support any sort of weight, it hurt.

It hurt enough that I wondered how I broke my elbow. I didn’t remember a fall (I don’t drink that much wine that I’d forget), I didn’t remember whacking it. It was a mystery.

So all day I dealt with this arm. I took Motrin. I complained to Mike via email. I cursed myself for not having an Ace wrap and for not being as prepared as my mom always was.

Finally, Mike came home from work and looked at it. It wasn’t red, swollen, twisted, misaligned. Nothing. He asked me what I did to it. Nothing. He asked me if I’ve been doing any sort of repetitive motion with that elbow. Hmmm, scrubbing floors. No. Vacuuming. No. Washing windows. No.

Oh, wait a second. Throwing the ball for the dog. I’ve done a LOT of that lately. So I put my arm through the motions of throwing a ball. Ouch! That’s it!

See this sweet little face?


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Yup, she is the reason for me getting the dreaded Squeaky Ball Elbow.

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I never got these ailments in my twenties.

SOMETHING JUST ISN’T RIGHT

By Karen | Aug 11 2008

It’s chilly!

Come on! It’s August. You know…..the dog days of summer!! But today it’s a whopping 66 degrees here. And it’s breezy. So we actually have a windchill. In August!

If you read KT’s blog the other day, you know we’re dog-sitting. I took the dog out to play some ball and I got goosebumps. I was wearing shorts and a tee-shirt and I wanted to run in and get a sweatshirt. In August!

And can I talk about the humidity? Or lack of it? It’s so dry around here that Nick’s eczema is flaring up. In August! It’s unheard of. I don’t expect this sort of flare up until December or January.

Speaking of things just not being right (I know you just love my flight of idea posts, so I just can’t disappoint you today)…..

We were on a walk recently and I noticed something in a tree. It just didn’t look right. What do you think?


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So I had to get closer…..and of course take a picture…..


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I’m guessing it is was a squirrel. Looks like maybe he got stuck in the crevice of a tree and died there. Poor little thing.

Well, I’m off. We went to a Pampered Chef party recently and Nick got one of these. So he’s been bugging me to make them. Today is a good day to turn the oven on since it will help warm up the house!

If any of you have any of that Global Warming stuff, feel free to send some my way! Thanks!

YOO HOO, KAREN! WHERE ARE YOU?

By Karen | Aug 08 2008

No, I did not fall off the face of the Earth. It’s just been a crazy couple of days around here. I’m not sure things will settle down any time soon.

The latest is….

I think we may have come to an agreement on price! We are working out the last of the nitty gritty details now.

We have started the paperwork process to build our own “Julio” in Florida! We’re naming it Twolio. Mike and I will be jetting to Florida early next month to pick out flooring, and paint, and faucets, and cabinets, and probably 100,000 other things! I have always wanted to say that I was “jetting” somewhere and now I have!

Add to that our adventures with Maddie. You can read about that here.

Sunday I have a bridal shower to go to for Mike’s sister. But I realized last night I packed my dressy sandals. So how would capris, a nice blouse, and Mickey Crocs look together? The other choice is shorts, a tee-shirt, and pumps!

And do I have a gift yet? No.

For that matter….it’s 5:22 p.m. and I don’t even know what we’re having for dinner tonight!

I thank you for listening to reading my mindless ramblings.

QUE SERA SERA

By Karen | Aug 06 2008

I woke up this morning and promised myself that my blog post today would not focus on our house, the house in Florida, or the impending move.

But I’m breaking that promise.

Our dream house is in contract! But alas, we are not listed as the buyers. Apparently someone came in yesterday, spent hours going through the house, and decided to buy it.

Unfortunately I spent way too many hours picturing myself in that house.

So there is a sense of grief.

And, surprisingly, a bit of anger because if only our buyers had given us a decent offer, we would have accepted it and gone into contract on Julio.*

Goodbye, Julio…….


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I know deep down that it was meant to be this way. I don’t know why, but I know everything will work out.

*Julio was the name we coined to refer to our dream house. That’s a story for another day.

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