No denying I'm his kid

I am my fathers daughter. There is no denying it, not that I would, I mean I know I look like him, and according to my mom I have his sense of humor, and his love of sausage (both mom and my brother like bacon better). But every once in a while something else comes out of nowhere and smacks me in the face and goes hey this is just like dad too. Today was one of those days, I was just waiting for my Keurig to make me a cup of coffee and BAM right in the face, dad loved coffee, he drank it every morning, now mind you he had his black and I have creamer in mine but still there it is. For the longest time I didn't like coffee, I loved the smell of it but didn't like the taste of it. Then starting late last year I started drinking it every now and again while painting and it wasn't so bad, now it's a daily thing, almost like I can't function with out it, which I can and do go a day or so with out any. But still it is yet just another thing I have in common with my dad.

Old Man Kitty, and other fun stuff

I have always it seems since being married have had a knack for cleaning up my apartment before knowing I needed to. Mostly it was just when Richards dad unexpectedly would come over for some reason or another. Usually it was just to use the bathroom before heading back out to Wasilla. But it never failed I would clean up the apartment and then the phone would ring and it would be dad wanting to come over.  Other then that I always managed to clean it up and make it look good before we get a note on the door saying that the landlord was going to be coming in for the smoke detector test and fire extinguisher. Well it happened again, I just finished cleaning up the apartment yesterday and when I got back from getting wet food for Kramer there was a note on the door saying that the landlord would be by for the check and to see if there was any maintenance needs for the apartment.  The whole reason I cleaned was we have family coming up beginning of next month and on Sunday we are having some friends over for dinner and game night.

My poor Kramer kitty is starting to show his age. We have noticed for a bit now that he isn't making the jumps he used to make. I'm talking like easy jumps like from the floor to my lap when I'm sitting on the couch jumps. He is looking for steps to get to places, like to get into the dinning room window he gets onto the computer tower which sits on the floor, then onto the printer then walks onto the window ledge. It's not an all the time thing though so I'm thinking he is arthritic. I got him some hip and joint pills today and he will be started on them tonight when he gets his wet food I am hoping that they help him move better. I have had Kramer since February of 2002 so I have had him for 12 years now and he was 1 or 2 when I got him so he is 13-14 years old now. If the pills don't seem to help then I will take him into the vet and see what they have to say. I also know it's going to take a bit for the pills to kick in so I know not to expect to see a difference for a week or two.

The weather has been amazing here, so sunny and warm during the day, the only bad thing is because of all this nice weather my poor allergies are going nuts. We have hardly had any rain so far this spring. I think we are in for another scorcher of a summer and with lack of rain more of a risk for wild fires. We already have warning about burning.

Yet Another Blow from Death

It saddens me to sit here and write that yet again someone that I love has been taken from me. This time it was a very dear friend of mine that was one of my many mothers as a grew up. Lynn lived across the street from us from I want to say my 7th grade year till about a year or two after I was married and moved out. I would go over to her house everyday after school and would hang out there till my mom came home from work. I was able to go to her and complain when I thought my mom was being unfair and she would help me see that maybe just maybe mom was doing what was best for me.

In the second half of my senior year Lynn suffered a stroke that left her paralyzed on the left side of her body. Getting that phone call destroyed me, I didn't want to believe it happened and stayed in my room for quite a few hours. I only ever visited her twice while she was in the hospital one of those times was prom night with Richard. She came home shortly after that but it took me a while before I could spend more then 5-10 minutes with her at a time. It just brought up painful memories of my dad being sick and I had to concur those memories and then I was able to spend a lot more time with her.

If any one is keeping tally that's 3 deaths in 5 months, we are done now right? Hopefully for a long time.

So as is tradition when ending one of these blogs.

R.I.P Lynn you will be missed.

Death Strikes Again

Earlier today I got a call from my mom to inform me that my Grandma Rock passed away this morning, this one wasn't unexpected as she had been sick with pneumonia. It just sucks cause I no longer have any blood related grandparents left. She was the one grandparent I was the closest to, Grandpa Rock died when I was about a year old, and Grandma and Grandpa Evans died when I was in Kindergarten and 1st grade. She was the one I got to grow up knowing and will be missed.

I remember the summer after my dad died I was able to fly down to Spokane and visit with my grandma by myself, I did this for a few years and had a blast going down.  We didn't do a whole heck of a lot mostly just stayed on the farm, but aunts and uncles would pick me up and I could spend time with cousins and have fun. I managed to make it down to the farm quite often after that with mom, god it was fun although a lot of the time I got annoyed cause I was a teenager and wanted to go do stuff and not have to wait for grandma but I wouldn't trade those vacations for anything.

I remember this one trip that I went down by myself, grandma woke me up and the first thing I see is this little old lady holding a mouse trap with a dead mouse in it. Let me just say that was not one of my favorite ways to wake up but it definitely sticks out as one of the grosses/weirdest ways. She was so proud that the mouse trap had worked.

The last time I saw grandma was shortly after Richard and I married, my cousin had married her husband and a few months had gone by and it was time for their "wedding reception" for the family, We were able to fly down for that weekend. that was I believe about 9 years ago.  It sucks that we live all the way up here away from the majority of the family.


The last 6 months has not been the best for my family, starting in October with Richards car accident, then dad passing away in November, Then Richard slipping and falling and going to the ER to make sure he didn't scramble his brain,earlier this month (he's fine just a bit sore) to now the passing of Grandma Rock. I hope things now get on to a better track and the rest of the year is smooth sailing.

R.I.P Grandma Rock at least your stubbornness will live on through mom and I

Lunch is highly overrated

It has not been my week for making a successful lunch so far and it's only Tuesday! Yesterday I was making fish sticks and heard the timer go off the first time letting me know it was time to flip them over but somehow missed the second time it went off. I have clue how I missed the second timer going off, I didn't have music playing, wasn't on the phone or anything but I didn't hear it sound off. Yes I did actually start it too, cause when I remembered about them it was flashing that it had ended. Then today I wanted a grilled cheese sandwich cause it just sounded good, get all the stuff out for it have the pan warming up on the oven pull the bread out only to find it moldy, so no grilled cheese for me today. I have other bread that I just pulled out of the freezer so I can try again tomorrow for the grilled cheese.

I can only assume that I have angered the kitchen/food gods so I need to find out a way to please them so I can have a successful lunch time. Or I will just give up lunch cause it is highly overrated, well that's what I'm going to tell myself if I can't cook lunch tomorrow.

Want to rearrange/declutter the apartment yet again

Been thinking about this small apartment of mine, which is small but not small all at the same time. I love my apartment just as much as I hate the thing. It's very hard to decorate it/ arrange furniture in it. There is only 3 ways that we have found to arrange our small living room. Our kitchen is a one butt kitchen and lacks storage and counter space, plus doesn't have a pantry so we have to have a set of cupboards as food storage and the pantry is the coat closet. We have 2 bedrooms, the actual master bedroom which is our spare room/catch all/media room and our bedroom. The thing that I hate the most about this place is the 1 stinking bathroom! It's small, there is only 1 so if we both have to use it, it's a matter of who can get to it first, which by the way is hardly ever me. The location is nice, close to mom which makes it easy when I need her to take me places, the landlord is awesome and very friends, I have great neighbors and this is the longest we have stayed in one place.

I think I know why I have been thinking about my place a lot lately, and getting that rearranging bug, I want to say it's cause I'm antsy cause the days are noticeably longer now and I'm wanting to do more stuff. But since I'm home all day with no real way of getting around I turn that energy into moving stuff around the apartment and getting rid of stuff and so forth which bugs Richard cause he hates when I want to rearrange the living room. SO I'm trying not to go there this time and just leave it be.

Who knows maybe later today I will go through some of my stuff and get rid of the stuff I haven't used in a long while. Maybe that will get rid of the rearranging bug for a bit.

Shoe hurting painting

Here I sit with new shoes on my feet thinking, ugh I hate breaking in new shoes, it's such a pain. This is the first pair of new shoes I have had in about 3 years, yes you read that correctly my last pair lasted me 3 years. I loved those shoes, but they have fallen apart way to much to be worn in the winter now, lets just say I have been suffering from wet sock syndrome for the last few months and it sucks so glad to have the new shoes even if they do kill my feet till I get used to them. I just hope I can adjust easily cause I'm going from having rocker bottom shoes back to normal ones.

I need to get back into updating this thing more often, even though I know not a lot of people read this, it's more for me anyways. I have always found writing a journal to be a big stress relief even if it's just random stuff that goes through my head and I edit what I put on here cause there is just some stuff that the entire world does not need access to. So that's a goal for this year, to update this more frequently. We shall see how well I do.

I have converted my sister-in-law into yet another monster. First time I did it I converted her into an Alaska Aces fan, this time it's Color-Me-Mine. She is going to try and come into Anchorage once a week to paint with her boyfriend. Now to just get mom to go in and look at the stuff they have, I'm not giving up on that one it will happen!