Just Too DAMN BUSY

[chochiyo_sama]

I continue to continue.

That's about all there is to say.

I am eagerly looking forward to seeing the eye doctor next week so I can get a pair of FREAKING GLASSES THAT I CAN SEE THROUGH.

A wire popped on my current prescription's rim--rendering them unwearable.  On the next most recent prescription, the lens took to popping out forty times a day (conservatively speaking).  So, now I'm using a pair from the distant past--I have no clue how old the prescription is, since I gave most of my old glasses to the Lions Club.

This pair I found in the bottom of a drawer that I haven't opened in years.

I can see to drive and see movies and such, but for anything else, even conversing with friends, they SUCK.

I finished up my Camp Cho events.  I sent nine boxes out yesterday.  I have three more to send--I needed to get addresses from their mommas.  I think I have all the addresses now--I was too busy today to mail them, but tomorrow I hope to do it.

Today I did a shitload of cooking.

I've been trying to think what I can do to help Jim and DeAnn in their move--I suck at hauling boxes--and last night I had the brainstorm, "I can make FOOD for them."

So, today, I made my wonderful (and original) macaroni chicken salad, except that I didn't have any potted chicken, so i used tuna instead.  It was just as good.  I also made egg salad for sandwiches, potato salad, and tator tot hot dish.  I wanted to make a pan of my grandmother's oatmeal bars, but I burnt out.  Maybe tomorrow.

I've had a rather traumatizing day.

It began with me discovering that the two ink cartridges I bought for my Lexmark were the wrong size--I need 70's, I had 60's.  So that sucked.  (two cartridges = $60.)  And now I have not functional color cartridge for my fucking printer.

Then, I went downstairs to start my cooking extravaganza--I put 13 eggs on to boil and peeled the last three potatoes from the bag that I've had for at least two months--they were well sprouted, but fine.  THEN, I reached in to grab a potato from the bag I JUST BOUGHT at HyVee THIS WEEK, and the first potato I grabbed was squishy and rotten.  So was the next one.  AND, in addition to being squishy and rotten, that second potato was absolutely WRITHING with little tiny WORMS.  

YES.

FUCKING WORMS.

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Inside the bag, every potato had worms crawling around on it.  YUCK!!!

YUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Disgusted, I flipped the entire BAG in the garbage.  I AIN'T picking through worm infested potatoes to discover which ones ARE NOT rotten.

I had an appointment at the chiropractor in town, so I couldn't go anywhere and buy new potatoes at that moment, so I made the macaroni salad.  I dropped it off for Jim and DeAnn on my way to the chiropractor.

After the appointment, I went to Kasson and bought different and worm free potatoes.

When I got home I made egg salad and tator tot hotdish which DeAnn picked up.  I kept a little hot dish for myself, but I sent all the egg salad.  I had made myself an eggsalad sandwich for a late lunch, so I did taste it and declare it good.

I hadn't intended to make the potato salad until morning, but upon opening the refrigerator to get the food out for DeAnn I discovered that the fucking FUSE had blown again.

Who here understands electricity?

Who can explain to me WHY the fucking air conditioner worked JUST FUCKING FINE last year and NEVER blew a fuse, but THIS year it blows one every time it is run??????????????

NOTHING has changed or altered in ANY way since last year.

NOTHING.

so WHYWHYWHYWHYWHY is this happening?

I didn't buy the fucking air conditioner for a fucking WINDOW ornament.

I hate this mother-fucking house. 

I wish the fucking thing would BLOW UP.

And at this point, I wish I would be IN it at the time.

Anyhow, I was so cranky about this after DeAnn left that I had to bang shit around---so I went ahead and made the potato salad.  I put both celery AND onion in it, and it was quite good.

As you can tell by my frequent use of the insidious F word, I am STILL fucking CRANKY.

I can't understand why EVERYTHING always has to be so hard.  Why can't something JUST ONCE be easy??????

Shit fuck hell piss.

I'm done.



Here are some of my little campers.  I took pictures of them roasting "marshamallows" over the "campfire" the night before I mailed them all home.  The "marshamallows" are actually beads on a wrapped wire.  I wish I could get a picture that would show how absolutely amazing the campfire is.  One of my yahoo group buddies, Kathleen, made it and sent it to me.  




DeAnn lent me her adorable Kermit The Frog to be a guest lecturer on the life and habits of frogs.  Sue from England sent the mini frogs which I think are remarkably Kermit-like.  There were not enough to go around to each child, but there were enough to go to each "family."

The "children" you see here are Becky from Mexico, Bo from Ohio, Piper (who is my little one), Aaron from Louisianna, and under the keyboard up to goodness only knows what, is Drew from Ontario.

Aren't they all just CUTE??

I will actually miss the little buggers.  

They really started to have "personalities" to me as the "camp" progressed.

 

See the last adventures here.

http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=CampCho

Comments

Worms

[enteryouruserid.livejournal.com]

Alright, I know it's not funny, but you have such a way of writing that makes us laugh with you when you really don't feel like laughing... that description of the yukko worms, and the "shit fuck hell piss ... I'm done" made me laugh out loud. I do have days like that, I just don't write about them as entertainingly. That's all I wanted to share. Kute Kellys, BTW. -Debra