Therapy Thursday on Friday

Let me say that I started out doing Therapy Thursday because I thought I would be struggling to find something to blog about and I figured I could always find something to gripe about. Well, it seems I am a bigger motor mouth than I thought. I find myself thinking of things to blog about all the time. (It is funny because sometimes D will say, "I feel a blog post coming on," when we are talking about something or see something.) And sometimes I completely forget to do a special Therapy Thursday gripe. So I've decided to forgo a post every week under the headline Therapy Thursday, unless of course, I need to gripe. And you know that now that I've made such decision, I will find something to complain about every week on schedule.

In case you are pining for a gripe this week, I hate shopping for bras. There. I don't think I need to exSTRAPolate on that. Ha, get it?

Therapy Thursday

Well, today my gripe is IBS. I hate having this. I know-newsflash-who likes it? But today it's especially annoying. I have a workshop at least 25 minutes away from home. So with that comes the planning-when do I eat-what to eat-dilemma. And of course I had to start planning that yesterday. Nope, can't eat that, have something to do tomorrow.

I have to time eating too. I eat when I get up. (Extra early to allow for the IBS crap) heheheh no pun intended. Then I have to eat before I leave. But not to close to leaving to allow for the IBS crap. Then while I'm there, I can't eat. So there's no on-the-road-emergencies. We all know how those go. Well maybe you don't, but I do!

Then I am starving when I get home. And with IBS when you don't eat for a while and then finally do eat. Look out, stomach cramps! Oh what fun.

I knew I was in for good times when my gastrointerologist said "Even drinking water can set off an attack." Oh how we all did laugh.

Okay if you are still ready this nasty entry, sorry. But that is my gripe for the day. It probably warrants a longer discussion of the intricacies, but who wants to hear that, raise your hand? Didn't think so.

Therapy Thursday

Back to Bitchin.... After a brief hiatus of Thursday gripes...I'm baaa--aaack!

Today my husband will find out if he still has a job. That's right. He's unit is being told today who is staying and who is leaving. Wow. What a place to be in. Let's hope for the best, I'll update when I find out the verdict. I will say that if he is cut (with all his training and promotions and accomplishments) the company is in serious trouble.

Woohoo! Just found out D's job is safe for now!

I found a gripe

Spoke too soon I guess in the previous lame ass post. Oh yeah, this post may have colorful language...consider yourself warned. (I'll refrain from dropping the f-bomb since my mom reads this.)

Today we had an appointment with the loan officer at our bank about the construction loan. We had met with him in the fall and were pre-approved then. We had to get approved again due to the fact that it has been over a month since the last approval. Well guess what? The pissheads won't approve us. Do you know why? They want us to sell our house before we can get a construction loan for the new one. Are you freakin kidding me? Where pray tell do we live in the meantime?

What has changed since the last time? The economy has gotten even shittier. For the record, 'shittier' is a fun word to type. Try it at home. Anyway, without going into detail, my husband made a shitload (according to me) of money last year. Unfortunately much of it is from overtime. The bank now won't consider overtime as pay. Which is funny because the government totally considers it for taxes. But what-the-fudge-ever.

Bottom line. Guess who's not building that dream home any time soon? This girl!

Shit. Damn. Double-damn, triple-damn, hell. Oh and FYI our credit score is bananas.

Therapy Thursday

Well I'm running low on inspiration for gripes today. Good right? So I asked my husband what I should gripe about today and he said "winter." So here goes...

I don't like winter time. It's odd since I used to love this time of year. I loved wearing sweaters, too. Now though, I don't like being cold. I don't like dreary skies. AND I hate it getting dark so early.

There are good parts to winter. Christmas. But I need to get out of my bah humbug Christmas spirit next time. Maybe I will plan better this year and buy and make presents early so I don't have that crunch at the end. It's all about the planning. And list-making. I love to make lists.

Ahem, back to winter. Also for some reason our electric bill has been high. And don't forget how much I hate the sickies. Although we are furtunate to not have too much of that.

Ok that's enough of this pathetic post. Winter--not the greatest season for me but whatever.

Therapy Thursday

I skipped last Thursday because I was nursing a bad hangover.... HA! Really I just didn't have any pressing gripes last week. BUT today...

What kind of people just show up to your house unannounced? Solicitors and people trying to convert you, right? The other day one of D's cousins and his wife showed up. During Little's m's nap. She was sleeping on my bed, so I don't leave her unattended. (learned my lesson the hard way with Little d) I will turn on the moniter and go in my scrapbook room to work occassionally, but usually I play on the computer which is in our bedroom. It's my only downtime--how did you think I have time to type so many blog entries??

Anyway, back to the gripe. They ring the doorbell. I have a strict policy of not answering the door unless I know who is coming over. I figure if someone can't be courteous enough to phone ahead of time, I don't owe them an invite into my house. Plus as I said before I was upstairs with Little m. They ring again. I check out the front window and see a tan truck that I don't recognize in front of the house. Oh well, I think. They ring the doorbell again. Seriously?

Okay if I am going to be rude enough to just show up on someone's doorstep, I would not just keep ringing the doorbell. I mean obviously the person does not want to answer the door for whatever reason. So on the fourth ring I get pi$$ed.

Fine, I think, I'll answer it. So I get Little d to stand by the bed and I go DOWNSTAIRS to answer the door. Well the visit was short, Little m woke up and I got to her before she rolled off the bed. But I must say I can't believe someone would just show up to someone's house unannounced and then persistantly ring the doorbell until you get an answer. They were going to be in town all weekend, why not just call and set up a time for a visit?

So there's my gripe. I seriously get annoyed by unannounced visitors. Am I alone in this?

Therapy Thursday

Today's gripe is easy. Telemarketers. I hate answering the phone to a machine. I simply can't believe that anyone ever buys anything after getting a call from a machine. Or worse yet...being called and then asked to hold for an operator. Seriously? It infuriates me.

Now I am getting them on my cell phone. Do people really think that after I've asked to be removed from the late evening calls about my vehicle warranty and the early morning calls about my vehicle warranty that I would want to be called on my cell phone about my vehicle warranty??

Do people really buy extended vehicle warranties anyway? Oh well, I guess there are people out there buying from these telemarketers or they wouldn't keep doing it right? So if you are...please stop supporting their habit!!

Therapy Thursday

Today's gripe--Christmas Crunch. I don't do New Year's Resolutions usually, but this year I may start with this one "simplify!" I feel like I am so far behind. The main reason is because I'm trying to be all 'Martha Stewart' about Christmas. I feel compelled to make these detailed cards to send out. Our Christmas picture must be all matchy-matchy. I have to do a ton of handmade gifts. I am trying to keep the house somewhat clean. It's all piling up because apparently I didn't do enough early enough. Uhg.

I used to have all of my presents bought/made/whatever by early October. I would shop and plan all year. It was easy-peasy. Now I am scrambling last minute to get gifts together for D's family's Christmas on Saturday. (Okay part of that is not my fault because he just made the decision to go this morning. He's working nights and has no vacation left, so we weren't going to go this weekend. But now he's decided that he and I can go for one hour and then turn around and come back in time for him to go to work.) ANYway...

About those Christmas cards. I had this great concept in my mind of a card that would have a vellum panel and if you put a candle behind it, it would look like a stained glass window. Yeah. I have it all stamped, embossed, and colored, let's see if I can get them assembled. PS next year cards will be a little simpler!

The picture. Since D and I have been married we have taken a picture together every year in front of the tree. Matching clothes and all. Last year after Little m was born, I never got outfits for D and me. So the picture was just Little d and Little m. This year I have coordinated clothes for us all. Now today we are going to try to get everyone in front of the tree, dressed and facing the camera sitting on a tripod with a timer for a shot. We'll see how that goes!

Okay. Off to make an accordian album, peanut brittle, and get my hair ready for the picture. Did I mention Uhg?

Therapy Thursday

I can't think of a gripe for today, how cool is that?!? We got good news on the house stuff, my card workshop went well. The kiddos slept ALL night. Seriously, happy day today.

How about if I speak for Little m, since I know she has this one particular gripe today. Here goes...

• Why can't I have the remotes? I know that the remotes you let me have are the kind without the batteries in them that don't really work. Oh yes, they look like your remotes, but the weight of them is different AND nothing happens when I point them at the TV. So, my question to you is why? What's the big deal with your remotes? What secret do they possess? You are all constantly playing with them. You constantly are searching for them. I have even seen one of you do a happy dance when you finally found them! Now, I may be only one year old, but I think I deserve to be in on whatever it is. By the way, can we change the channel to Disney? I think Higgly Town is on.

Thanksgiving Thursday!

No "Therapy Thursday" gripes today!! Today I will list a few of the many things I have to be grateful for...

• The two most beautiful daughters on the planet!


• A husband who loves me just the way I am and works hard to provide for his family.


• A wonderful, loving family who are all in good health.


• A safe home in a great country. (At least until January 20th--I Jest!!)


• A BFF who is always there for me with stellar advice, or just an ear to listen.


• Chocolate--in all it's splendid forms.


• This blog. Which is turning out to be so much fun!

Hope you all are having a wonderful and restful Thanksgiving weekend!

Therapy Thursday

Okay, today's gripe...cleaning house. I am (I think) a neat freak trapped in a procrastinator's body. I hate hate hate clutter, but I live amid clutter. This was not always the case. I am an organizer at heart. Given a day to work on a closet full of disorganized junk, I can do an HGTV quality makeover. I love the feeling of accomplishment. I think better when things are organized, I am in a better mood, I am at peace. So why is my house not organized? In a word-children.


I was a housewife prior to being a mother. Our house was organized, neat, dinner on the table when hubby got home...the whole nine yards. But while I may have recovered from childbirth, our house never did. Toys are constantly out, clothes everywhere and let's not discuss the dirty dishes. I can literally put away all the toys in the afternoon and within one hour it does not look like I did anything.

It's like vacuuming. Vacuuming used to be my favorite household chore. What looks better than freshly vacuumed carpet? Now after the floor is vacuumed both kids lay on it and make carpet angels, then proceed to put toys, scraps of paper, and books all over it to hide the newly vacuumed carpet.

Aha! Maybe this is why I procrastinate cleaning. I know the results won't last. For example, Sunday we are having a small get together for little m's first birthday (her first party got postponed). I am not even attempting to clean the toys until that morning. And for added security I am moving all the toys upstairs, so they can't crawl back out onto the floor so quickly.

I don't mean for this post to sound ungrateful. I love that I have two stong healthy kids that have the ability to make chaos. I love that the first thing they do when I finish putting their books on the shelf is to sit in front of the bookcase and take them all out again, looking over each one like it's a lost treasure.

For the record, I know what you are thinking. "Teach your children to clean up after themselves." Yes, I'm going to get right on that. I just need to sort the laundry first, go through this stack of mail and catch up on at least one year of sleep.

Therapy Thursday

Therapy is supposed to be cathartic, right? Here's my cheap version of therapy...I've decided to use Thursdays to post about a gripe that I want to get off my chest. You can post your gripes in the comments, too. This week: the price of our dream home.

We were cruising along ready to build at the end of the year, and then the economy struck. Our little nest egg of stocks that were going to cover some of the building cost is now of course worth less than we paid for it. (Thank you Barney Frank.) Well if that wasn't enough, the bid finally came in this week and BAM, not as low as we were hoping. Not even close.

So where does that leave us? Back to the drawing board. Meaning we will be using our own sweat way more than hiring someone to do stuff. Like painting. And framing. And roofing. And exterior siding. UHHGGG!

But I can't complain too much. Others around the country are losing their homes. We are safe in our home and about to build our dream home. There. The therapy worked. I feel better already.

So do you have something you want to get off your chest?