Tuesday

Back to the old routine. Bear is getting ready for work, kids are starting to wake up and be grumpy. I have to go to VoldeMart and pick up Rx. Ugh. Had to pay bills yesterday and today and am trying not to freak out about our dwindling finances. *sigh*

Sharky mowed the lawn yesterday and cleaned out the garage for pickup today. Overnight, someone took all the computer pieces (just empty cases) and two crappy chairs (obviously for the bottoms). Petunia is spending a lot of time with her dad in the yard and loving every minute of it. The birds and squirrels are enjoying the porch being all cleaned up. The squirrels are becoming very brave and just running all over the place. I admit, its funny watching them try and balance on the finch feeders and falling off. They never fall on the porch though, they fling themselves and land in the grass. Talented little buggers.

"Whether one believes in a religion or not, and whether one believes in rebirth or not, there isn't anyone who doesn't appreciate kindness and compassion."
- Dalai Lama (b. July 6, 1935)

Dreamtime:
Was arguing with my MIL. She wanted all of us to drive north to GA (but in my dream, GA was as far away as NY), pick her up and drive her home to Miami. I tried to explain that our car couldn't fit another person and had no a/c, but she didn't care. I then asked why BIL couldn't do it for her in their huge SUV (with a/c) and she said they couldn't because my SIL had to bake a cake. I kept arguing, but that was the only answer I got - SIL HAD to bake a cake.
Was in the hospital visiting Miley Cyrus who was laying in bed talking to reporters. She was assuring them that she was ok, just swallowed her iPod by mistake and they will be operating on her to remove it. Her father stood off to the side and kept singing old Patsy Cline songs to the tune of "Achey-Breaky Heart" and doing a hillbilly dance to distract the reporters from Miley's predicament.
Petunia had a friend (the next door neighbor's great grand-daughter) here for a sleepover. I wanted some pizza (left over from when MIL was here) but no one would get it for me. Sharky was sitting in a recliner and both boys were lying on the floor watching TV. I kept asking and no one would do it - I even smacked one son who just stared at me with belligerence, so I went into the kitchen to do it myself and discovered that all the pizza slices were messed up and some didn't have crust or cheese, etc. I tried to put them together and microwave them. The pizza slices had big meatballs on them. I didn't know why.