Greenwitchy's Lair

People just irritate me

greenwitchy — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 06:56:23 +0000

Almost all of the time. Honestly they do.

And Happy New Year to you too

greenwitchy — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 08:18:19 +0000

So it is now 2010. Okay. I sure sound excited, don’t I? I just hope 2010 is a heck of a lot better than parts of 2009 was. Because I have to tell you, parts of 2009 sucked – sucked a lot. And the suckage is carrying over into 2010. No news from VA. No idea what is wrong with Junior. Freezing my tush off in this cold MI weather because I currently have blood so thin that I’m back to being a vampire’s dream date.

There are plans, though, that may just make 2010 much more bearable. Oh,nothing that is going to happen in 2010 but down the road in a year or two.

And “24″ starts this month. Maybe that will improve my mood.

So anyway……

greenwitchy — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 05:42:53 +0000

Don’t ask me what the above title has to do with this post. I just happened to write it and now I’ll write whatever happens to dribble off of my 8 little fingers and one thumb. Poor left-hand thumb- so left out, never gets to do any typing. So unfair.

I should be in bed. I have a lab appointment in the moring at 9:20 and it is an hour or so drive to the lab. And Johnny Depp isn’t even the lab tech. (See post way back in June or something for reference to Johnnhy Depp as a lab tech.)

The Christmas cards are done and ready to mail. Nothing fancy. Nothing elaborate. No holiday letter. No cutsie pictures. Just plain, old letters in some of them. Pictures of the kids in a few of them – my aunts get upset if they don’t get pictures of my kids at Christmas. Oh and one really weird card to Blondie’s cousin. I need to find a weird card for my cousin. I’ll do that tomorrow. Though I’m thinking of waiting till about Groundhog day to mail it – when I mail my annual Groundhog day letter to a college friend.

So, since the drival that my fingers are dribbling tonight is snore inducing boring, I’m going to say good-night……..good-night.

There comes a time……

greenwitchy — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 07:39:58 +0000

When you just say ”screw it” and move on. I’ve reached that point with a forum I’ve been hanging out at for years. Some of these people I’ve “known” for close to 11 years. The place used to be fun. It used to be a good place for support from fellow Army wives going through deployments, crappy medical care, less than ideal housing, etc. They knew what you were going through because they had been there, done that and had the t-shirt from the 10 or more different places they had lived over the years to prove it.

At some point last year, the whole place started changing. Some of it is probably the stress of numerous deployments over too short of a period of time. Part of it is trying to make the Army paycheck stretch till the next one and if it won’t stretch, hoping you can find a job in this less than perfect economy. But for whatever reason, it changed. It became less of a place for support and some fun and more of a place for “me, me, me” – “it is all about me”. People still show up occasionally but most of the “good” ones are gone. I don’t know that I fell into the catagory of a “good” one but I did have the experience to back up what I said. Anyway I’m about ready to say bye-by, see you around.

I know when I do say bye-bye, I’ll lose touch with some of them – not because I won’t try to keep in touch but because they won’t. More of that “me first” attitude. I’ll survive it, I know I will but I’ll miss it. The fun stuff over the years – the laughs I got, the shoulders I was offered to cry on - cyber shoulders though they were, they still helped.

But yeah, I think it is time to move on. Who knew when I signed onto that Army wife forum 11 years ago that I’d meet some of the best friends I’ve ever had in my life.

Yeah, and a happy Thanksgiving to me

greenwitchy — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 01:21:27 +0000

One of these days I’ll learn. I’ll learn that talking to me on the phone is sometimes less important to my mother than it is having someone there at the house that she sees 2 or 3 times a week. I mean, sure we talk just about every day, but we only see each other a couple of times a year. I know I shouldn’t let it bother me. But it does. It does a lot. Especially today, I guess.

This has not been the best Thanksgiving I’ve ever had. Not the worst but definitely not the best either. Still waiting on VA to do their stuff with Blondie’s claim. Still don’t know what is going on with Junior’s health. Worrying about Blondie’s and Junior’s health. Worrying about money. Worrying.

Tonight I just wanted to talk to my mother. Nothing major. I just wanted that little bit of normal. Instead I get “Can you call me back later? So and so is here right now. ” Yeah, sure. You just spent all day yesterday with So and so. They live one mile from your house. But yeah, sure. I get that they are more important than I am because they are there and I’m just on the phone.

No, I did not say all that to my mother. I’m sure she did get the point that I wasn’t real thrilled but I didn’t put it quite that way either. And no, I haven’t decided if I’m going to call her back or not tonight. Childish of me? Yep, it is. But at the moment it hurts and I’m so close to crying that I’m not sure I could talk to her right now. We’ll see. Maybe I’ll just go ahead and have a good cry and end this less than great Thanksgiving on a soggy note.

The stuff that dreams are made of

greenwitchy — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 19:08:06 +0000

Okay, so I’ve known for years that I have strange dreams at times. Dreams that seem very real – with lots of details, etc. I have dreams that at some later point in time actually happen. When I first realized that, it freaked me out. I now just accept it and move on. Then I have dreams like the one I had last night that are so warped that there is no way it will ever happen.

I have to have lab work done frequently because of the blood thinner I take. So it isn’t remarkable that I occasionally dream about going to the lab. Last night’s visit, though, was a doozy. Seems the lab had a new lab tech assigned to me. The man looked like my one movie star obsession – Johnny Depp. Then I get into the lab and it really is Johnny Depp. Yeah, sure. Johnny Depp is now working as a lab tech in a little town in this state. So then Johnny and I decide to go driving around because some “bad guys” are looking for me. No idea why. Anyway we are supposed to be in Colorado but it didn’t look like Colorado. It looked more like the area around Mount Rainer in Washington. We’re driving along in CO or WA or wherever and there’s a roadblock. Seems the police are now looking for Johnny and me because he is supposed to be working and the “bad guys” went to the police to have them find me – for whatever reason.

Then I woke up. Darn. I wanted to know what happened next. I have a feeling that this is one of those dreams that isn’t going to actually happen. Ever. Again – darn. I could live with Johnny Depp as my own personal lab tech.

Monday, Monday……

greenwitchy — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 18:13:39 +0000

Yes, it is Monday. I’m so observant, aren’t I? So let’s see. What’s going on here? Not much. I should be putting all the junk back in my closet that The Diva painted Saturday. Notice I said “should”. So far I haven’t done it yet. Though I did run the sweeper in there earlier.

Today in the mail I got an invitation to a class reunion later on this year. It isn’t even my class. The woman that is in charge of it said that it is for family, friends and teachers of the class of ’79 and I qualify as friend. Which makes sense. I had several friends in that class – including her. Now want to guess if I graduated high school before ’79 or after ’79. As for the reunion, I really wouldn’t mind going but I’ll have to see what else is going on about then. I know I’d be going by myself since Blondie wouldn’t be able to get off work. But I could see my mother for a few days too before the winter sets in and I get snowbound.

And now I should go do something. Constructive or otherwise. Probably otherwise.

Sunday morning

greenwitchy — Sun, 31 May 2009 15:46:05 +0000

And as some of my more vocal relatives would ask – why aren’t I in church? Good question.

Yes, I think gathering with like minded people can be important for worshipping. Yes, I do miss going to church – sometimes. No, I do not miss the petty mindedness and two-faced-ness (is that a word, should be if it isn’t) of some people who go to church.

Over the years, as a military family, we’ve had opportunities to worship in a lot of different versions of church. At times our only option was chapel on post. Which was okay but a little too generic for mine and Blondie’s taste. Oh and there was the church in Washington state where a Sunday School teacher chewed Blondie out for missing church on some Sundays because he had to go do Army “stuff”. The man himself was a Navy vet, you would have thought he would have known better but he didn’t seem too. That whole thing right there kind of soured Blondie on organized religion.

As for me, I want a church where I’m comfortable. Where I’m not judged because I miss a Sunday or two for whatever reason. Where I don’t have to spend a fortune on clothes so I will look the way I’m supposed to. Where my kids learn the real reason why we go to church – and it isn’t because someone tells us we are supposed to be going.

As of yet we have not found a church here that we want to attend. To be quite honest, we haven’t looked very hard. We still have our relationship with God. He is still in our lives. We have just choosen, for the moment, to do our worshipping somewhat differently than some of my Baptist relatives and my FIL thinks we should.

Country living

greenwitchy — Sat, 30 May 2009 12:09:30 +0000

Country living is wonderful. Well, except for either having to get up EARLY on a Saturday morning to put your trash out. Or take the chance and put it out the night before so the raccoons can get into it. The dear, darling husband chose to put it out last night – even though he could have put it out this morning before he left for work at 5:30. So guess who was out picking up trash at 7:00 this morning. Yeah, that would have been me. I am not a morning person anyway and picky up nasty, smelly trash is not my idea of fun.

We – as in The Diva and I – are painting my closet today. I actually like painting so won’t complain about that. I reserve the right to complain about the amount of junk that is scattered around my living room and bedroom at the moment, though. Grrrr – we have too much junk. I came to that conclusion long ago but so far we haven’t done much about it and probably won’t. Being a packrat runs in the family – both sides.

Hey, new record!!!!!

greenwitchy — Fri, 29 May 2009 18:28:15 +0000

I impress myself. I really do. It has been a whole 4 months since last we spoke. At least I think that’s a new record and even if it isn’t, it is very impressive. Right? Right.

Life is moving right along. Unpacking – yeah, we did get moved. The snow finally melted – I was seriously beginning to wonder about that.

Today’s boring little update. Blondie is mowing. I am attacking the dust bunnies that have multiplied over the past few weeks. I’ll never get the Suzy Homemaker award that’s for sure but I was seriously beginning to think that the dust bunnies were going to revolt so I decided I should get them moved on out of here. Now I need to empty out my closet so The Diva and I can paint in there tomorrow. I’m almost scared to find out what is lurking in the back corners of that closet. If I don’t report back in 6 months or so – send in a search team. Thanks.