Miss Organized and partial update

I took my stacks of printed recipes and organized them. It took me a few days between web work. How boring -huh? I'm still going through boxes and doing a lot of reflecting. It's kinda paralyzing.

Other news: My oldest son is on the rebound with a 'woman' who lives in Petaluma-with today's gas prices!!!

I was delighted to discover my step mother is into Italian Charms so I could find something she wanted for her Bday. With my current occupation, I'm very aware that most of us have too much stuff.

My youngest son may be on his was to addiction... I also discovered he was calling one of his closest friends a Spic (see Racial Slur Database). His Hispanic friend said he didn't care-said he wanted to be white. Crazy!! After an attempt at effecting some Mexican Pride, I told him that he should call my son a Kike. I should be a diplomat!

I'm getting scared about my impending move....as if my presence matters. I do think I'd worry less if I were closer. Truth is, I'd still have no control-even if I were living with them.

Have you read about Chang and Ing, the original Siamese Twins.? They didn't get along either. I think it was Chang who was a drunk.

Why do women love tall Men?

Because they like high heels; Shoes responsible for at least 7 painful, debilitating foot ailments.

Who Cares?

Well, I DO...that's the problem. I am a pack rat. The only way to comfort myself when I must rid myself of all my stuff is to believe that someday an archeologist will find it and cherish it even more that I.

My new way of softening the blow is to take a picture of the stuff I'm eliminating. Here is my outfit from the ballet in which I was the waves of the ocean. I was the only little ballerina with BLACK ballet shoes. I was horrified and blamed my step mother. My mortified son is holding the moldy, stinky remains. The fabric was VERY uncomfortable, but shiny enough for a pack rat to save. I'm parting with it too.

I also saved my outfit from when I was part of the sunset in a dance put on by the recreation department in Portland, OR. The dance was in the evening at the rose gardens in Washington Park. My family drove straight to the park from wherever we were vacationing. We almost didn't make it, the dress was way too big, and hung on me. I think I'm beginning to identify the seeds of my control freakness.




In addition to my moldy stinky stuff, I'm giving away my miniature clocks to my daughter. I found these little curio displays at the Dollar Tree. I used my Dremel tool to modify the spaces and painted them black as my daughter requested. I hate cutesy stuff….thankfully, my daughter likes it.

Am I in Love?

One advantage of marriage is that, when you fall out of love with him or he falls out of love with you, it keeps you together until you fall in again. ~Judith Viorst

Sweet, Special Gifts

POWER... these gifts have great power because they were made in school by my sons. Aren't they great by school-gift standards? Any mother knows how adorable, clever and precious they are....

I threw them out today.

The *kids* who created these beauties are 24 and 17. I have TONS more. I'm moving from a large house to a small house and don't have room for these or the other stuff...I have 5 kids and NOW I'm also getting "wonderful presents" from my grandchildren too. Don't I sound like a jerk? GUiLT....aaaargh!

Pictured : Can bird house, wooden house, and potpourri pie.

At least I took a picture of them. I know if the boys saw them in the garbage they'd be offended. I have a tattered and dirtied bunny made from a pink wash cloth. I asked the creator if I could changed it back to a wash rag since it was falling apart and you should have seen his 17 year old face. I guess this is the worst faux pas a mother could commit. I may need therapy over this.

What shall I keep?

I've been going through stuff in preparation for a move . I hated the Monkees!- I have no idea why I kept that one. The Bing Crosby covered Song Hits was my step mother's.

Still going through stuff

While looking through my trunk I found my *"reasonable facsimile" of Ken. Apparently, although I had the real and original Barbie, my parents couldn't afford Ken. This guy is Andy. I updated him for you. I should have put tattoos and piercings on him but maybe he's worth something on eBay. I found Barbie's dress, one I received at the same time that I got the doll, but no Barbie. Wasn't she ugly!?

These dolls were probably the beginning of the end of my carefree girl days.

* "reasonable facsimile" sticks in my mind because the Addie Bobkins cartoon show always said to send in a Sunny Jim Peanut Butter Label, or a "reasonable facsimile". I remember sending in a picture I drew of the label. There was no response. I guess it wasn't "reasonable".

My Dad had low self esteem

I
miss
him
so
much.

I feel fat

...and it's all their fault.

Earthship Earthship Earthship

I've collected some of the best available photos of our home in Tres Piedras and made a simple page.

Interested in off-the-grid living? http://careyclan.com/earthship1/
Also: http://EarthShip.org

Genealogy Virus

I've got it....but it's like the best computer game on the net.

Anwyay, this is a snipit from the 1910 US Census. I'd been searching for my grandmother, Mary Etta....no luck, then I gave up and looked for her brother, Lester. Well, look what I found! They called her "ettie". I imagine with the millions of Marys that she was called by her middle name. The census was taken in April of 1910. She was married in October of 1910. This was her last year with her dad and brother. Her mother died when she was 5. No one knows her mothers first name. Now I get to advance to the next level!

What Albert Says

A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy? ~Albert Einstein

Dr. Gingrich's "CYA"

I have a thyroid nodule. It's not uncommon to develop a thyroid problem after multiple pregnancies because during pregnancy your immune system, which of course involves the thyroid gland, intentionally suppresses to allow the ‘parasite’ within a woman to thrive.

While cleaning up boxes of clutter, I found this letter I received from one of the many MDs I consulted with in 1986. It is amusing to me now. It still may kill me, but here I am, almost 20 years later...little goiter and all...just fine.

Quote for a Monday

I count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who conquers his enemies; for the hardest victory is over self. ~ Aristotle

Groadyosis

What do I do at midnight after working 3 days straight on a website? Take pictures of my toes in the mess of photos!

Well, I was just looking at my toes and thinking how wonderful they are. Only recently have they been wonderful...they were thick and green and yellow and...eeeuuuiiick.... Thanks to Dr. Walt Stoll they are healthy and pink!!! I am wearing sandals and no toe nail polish this summer--- for the first time since I was 19! I love my toes now.