No Worries, Be Happy???????????

So today has been a little crappy in to regards to my husband. This morning I received a text message from him freaking out. They called a meeting for all of the salaried employees, but he was not told about it. Everyone but him had to attend. The reason he is so worried is that the last four people who got fired, the same thing happened to them. He said the GM acted as if they did not existed. I think this is totally strange. He has been on pins and needles all day and is pretty moody. I don't know what to do or how to make him feel better, any suggestions? I know that God would never give us something we could not handle, but seriously the suspense is killing me inside.

Just a little update

Well I would like to scream for joy that the termites are officially NOT in our house! The termite guy came out this past Friday while my husband was home and looked everything over. I was a little nervous that my husband was not going to remember all of my questions, but he is wonderful and got them all out. The inspector told us the lines in the steps were from the previous infestation almost over twenty years ago. What a relief! I have been walking on pins and needles for the last two weeks. He told us that we would have seen numerous tunnels in the basement if they were active. So since our house is 80 years old anyways he suggested that we just redo the landing...which we were going to work on anyways this summer. Now on to worrying about something other than these creepy crawlers!

I think I may puke

due to these little guys up above. I may have even had numerous nightmares this week. Let me explain, in case you do not know what the above pesky little insects are, they are a homeowners worst nightmare. Yes, TERMITES. On Sunday we were trimming the dead branches off the lilac bush when my husband cut through the wood and handed it to me. I immediately noticed these little suckers feasting on dinner. I was quick to tell my husband that the piece of wood he just gave me contained live termites. He told me I was crazy...then after slamming the wood onto the sidewalk he was convinced also. Thanks to my mother-in-law who came to the rescue with some bug spray. We quickly removed the whole bush inspecting as we went, we wanted to make sure they were all removed. Now the small problem is the fact that the bush sits about 12 inches away from the house. I quickly go into panic mode. You need to understand that I am TERRIFIED of these little boogers for the mere fact that they will eat me out of my home. This all started June 2007 when we got our home inspection. The inspector made us aware he found some non active tunnels in the basement. We had it inspected then by a pest control company who went on to tell us there was no infestation, and no sign of damage. We then proceeded to get the house treated and having the seller split the cost so I could sleep at night. Fast forward almost two years and I have forgot about the little devils. Luckily I pulled up the contract, called the pest company and was made aware they are responsible for any new signs within the two years and must spray at no cost to us. So all night I have been down in the basement imagining the worst and looking for evidence of a new infestation. Call me crazy, but I am past the point of being paranoid. My husband is ready to shot me, and I think I have made myself physically ill.

Hopefully the guy who did the inspection will call me back tomorrow, so we can get this over with and I can sleep once again! If you have nothing better to do, please pray that this is an fragment of my imagination and I return to normal soon. Has any one else ever had to deal with these pesky insects?

Happy Birthday Mama!!

Today, 49 years ago, my mother Deborah Anne was born. Unfortunately, she is unable to celebrate her birthday this year. On July 23, 2008 she lost her courageous battle with cancer. Today is one of my tough "grieving days". Even though I am with a heavy heart today, my mother would want me to celebrate. When I think of her, the first thing I see is that huge smile she had. It is still hard to remember what she looked like before the cancer took a hold of her body, but even when it did, it never took her smile or her spirit. My mother was one tough cookie, showing strength that I was not even aware that she had. I want to reflect on the kind of mother she was for the 26 years I had with her. She was loving, kind, never missed an event for her children. She would go without the clothes on the back for the six of us. I was so fortunate for the mother I had, and for the values and morals she instilled within me. So even though the road will be long without her, and some days I feel that I can't go on without her, I know one thing for sure; she is in my heart. I would give ANYTHING in the world to have her here again, but unfortunately God doesn't work that way. I am lucky to be a spitting image of her, I thank God for that. So today mama, I may be sad I don't have you here, I know that you are having the most wonderful birthday up in heaven with your daughter, and my sister Angeila. I know that makes you smile to be with her again. Don't worry, I have not broken my promise, I am taking care of Dad and everyone else the best I can.

I would like to leave you with some pictures of my mom. (Which are above) Fortunately before she passed we had a wedding session together knowing she would not make it to my special day. She was beautiful no matter what, and I will always love her for that.

Proud to annouce " My Mama Monday's"!

From the encouraging comments I got from my readers I am going to proceed with my writing about my mother who I lost almost nine months ago. I will post these on Mondays, but on this first week I will do my first post on Saturday April 4th in memory of my mothers 49th birthday this weekend. While it will probably be very painful to write, I feel it the most appropriate. Bear with me while I write these posts each week or every other week, it is going to stir up a lot of emotions. I feel that this is a good thing to heal though.
Currently, not to much going on around here but fixing our water damage...maybe I can get some pics to show you. May everyone have a great night!

Oh, the joys of being a home owner

when you own a three pound turtle by the name of Donatello. My week has consisted of cleaning up half of his humble abode which dumped onto my eighty year old wood floors. My DH and I came down to almost all of his water standing on our floors Monday morning. The worst part being we had to be out the door in ten minutes for work. Our rug had soaked up a ton of the disgusting turtle water, the rest was trying to form a small pond. We cleaned up as much as we could and headed out the door. On my way home I received a call from my DH who broke the bad news to me...our waterfall had ruined our hardwood floor in the corner and had done damage to the wall behind the tank. Oh, the joy of owning a home! We now will have to refinish both the dinning room and the living room floor since the run into each other. This weekend my DH and my wonderful father-in-law will be scraping and repairing the wall so that I may repaint it. The floors won't come for awhile since it is not in the budget at the time. On a good note, this past weekend we built a gate for Tucker so that he could play in the backyard/driveway without a leash. He is so happy! I have pictures of the project, but will share them once we stain the gate. Well hopefully the remainder of the week goes better, and that all of you are having a great week.
Also, before I go I want my readers input on something I have been praying about lately. I would like to dedicate one day of the week on my blog to tell the story of my mother. I think this would be good for me when I go through my grief. She always told me I would publish a book someday, and this would kind of fulfill her dream. My question to all of you is if you would bother to read what I wrote, or do you feel it is too personal. Please let me know, all of your opinions matter to me!

P.S. This is the second time I wrote this, the first time it all disapeared!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!

Being part Irish I do normally celebrate my ancestors by drinking green beer and being semi-ridiculous. Not this year though, for many reasons. One, I am still recovering from this past Saturday. We had Winter Carnival at Boston Mills this weekend, plus celebrating the end of the ski season. Being that for the last 60 some days I have been working 7 days a week...I was up to drinking to that. Unfortunately from the stories I heard Sunday from my husband, I took it a little too far. Hey everyone has to act like their 21 again for ol' times sake, right? Second, I decided to go outside today on lunch since it was 68 degrees today. BIG MISTAKE!!! I work in Downtown Cleveland, which is very notorious for their St. Patrick's Day parade for the last 143 years. It is normally calm for the most part. No not today though...I think every young adult 30 and under was out hootching it up and doing actions I could not and wish not to mention on this blog. For the first time in my life I felt like a sixty year old women being disgusted with all the drunken leprechauns frolicking around. Or maybe I was just too sober.

P.S. To all my readers, I am so lucky to have you...and now that ski season is complete I promise to write now being that i only have one job now and more time!