Monday, March 10, 2014

Blinded by the Bright

Sometimes I think that Kira chooses her clothing just to see if she can blind me while I'm doing laundry.

Tossed in a load of white-and-lights yesterday. Naturally forgot what was in there, because my brain is nothing but a big stress-fog these days. Just a bit ago, I went to switch over stuff from washer to dryer etc, and I'm pulling out item by item. Beige tank top; grey top; salmon, pink & grey plaid shirt; light green top, beige bra, another beige bra, white towel, white sweatshirt, and then THIS came at me:

Let me assure you, there is no way to really see how BRIGHT this shirt is. It is NEON pink, with NEON orange hearts. It literally hurt my eyes to look at. I am still seeing after-images. I think my camera must come with some kind of protective filter, because in the photo it's not all that bad.

This, mind you, is Kira's idea of "toning down" her colorful wardrobe. Uh huh. Toned down. Right. ~mk

Friday, February 14, 2014

There's one every. damn. year.

Hi! Wow, it's been a WHILE! Not gonna try to get you caught up today, because I'm already in enough of a funk and it would take entirely too long.

Well, once again it is my absolutely LEAST favorite holiday. I hate this day with a passion. Huh. At least there's passion in SOME fashion for me today. :P

Today I will be drinking tequila and watching Netflix. Well, until the tequila runs out (which is probably about one good drink away at this point, and yes, it's 1:30 in the afternoon. Shut up.) at which point I will pretty much just be scrounging whatever alcohol I can find. I am running out or have run out of just about everything. In serious need of a major alcohol restock. Not in the budget at the moment. Of course. *sigh*

Netflix will consist of Dexter. Because he's a psychopath. And a serial killer. That show is just fascinating to me. I have to limit myself when I watch it because when I first discovered it I went on a major Dexter-binge and didn't sleep for an entire weekend while I watched all the episodes Netflix had. (I think at that point there were two seasons? Three?) But today, today there is no limiting. I will watch Dexter kill people in his little plastic-covered rooms until I fall into a stupor.

I will need carbs to work with the tequila, or I will get sick, and since now my body is physically unable to vomit (more on that another day), I cannot allow myself to get to that level. Last time I needed to throw up I was retching uncontrollably (to absolutely no avail) for what felt like HOURS and I burst blood vessels all around my eyes, on my forehead, and even on my NECK. -That- had never happened before, the neck thing. So give thanks if you can vomit, people, because let me tell you, you never fully appreciate THAT ability until you lose it.

Anyway. Vomiting reminds me that this post was originally a short little thing about Valentine's Day.

So. For all the "single pringles" out there (Kira's phrase), hang in there, Discount Chocolate Day is tomorrow!! For all the happy mushy couples out there, yeah, suck it. I'll like you better tomorrow. mk

Tuesday, March 05, 2013

Harbor House

It's the biggest post-season basketball tournaments in the state. This year 82 middle school and high school teams (no seniors are allowed to play) from all over the state will compete at six different locations in the Bar Harbor area over three days, March 15-17. Hundreds of players. Thousands of spectators.

It's The Great Harbor House Shootout.

Kira's travel team is going. I just called and booked us a room for the weekend. (panic panic panic) It's a double-elimination tournament, which means we are guaranteed at least two games. Our first game is on Friday, second on Saturday morning. If the team keeps winning, we may end up in the championship on Sunday.

It's going to be CRAZY. -mk

Friday, March 01, 2013


In the process of working on the renovations, Max & I had to take down the ceiling in the playroom. Total helljob, btw. Anyway, at one point we were taking contractor bags full of stuff through the window. Max had successfully stepped through the window to get from the deck to the playroom. So I tried it. Naturally...I injured myself.

Gave myself a mild concussion.

So the next day (yesterday), Mark is at the Y swimming with his girlfriend and her sister. He's swimming from one end of the pool to the other and thinks that he's too close to the surface. So he jackknifed to get a little deeper...and smashed his face against the bottom of the pool. He has a big egg smack dab in the middle of his forehead, that has the imprint of the tiles in it. His girlfriend's sister dubbed it "the Jesus brand."
Now, he's got his first performance of "The Great Gatsby" tonight. He's Jay Gatsby. His director is going to FREAK. (Stage makeup will cover it, but still.)

Meanwhile, I have told Kira to be very very careful today. ~mk

A Slight Bit of Disarray

I have some work being done on my house. Two different crews are going to be doing a serious ton of work, lots of improvements. I'm tickled to death for the end result (one major project is fixing the damn basement so I'll never ever have to worry about the water in it again). In the meantime, there's of course a lot of disruption.

I'm trying to take my amusement where I can get it. Like yesterday. They're installing new flooring in my bathroom (and a new toilet, which wasn't originally on the list but I'm not going to turn that down), and while they were installing the subflooring they did this:

Yes. My toilet was in my shower stall. Needless to say that bathroom is currently not functional. ~mk

Monday, February 11, 2013


They named the blizzard Nemo. Really? NEMO? (The online jokes: "Just keep snowing, just keep snowing...")

Over the course of just over a day, the blizzard dumped a LOT of snow on New England. It's hard to know exactly how much we got, because the wind was blowing it all over everywhere. It's probably best shown in pictures.

Mark, Kira and Max (who is pretty much my 'adopted' son at this point) were here for it, thankfully, or else I would still be stranded. Between recovering from surgery still (I'm pretty sure shoveling this out would not be the 'light' exercise that my doctor has cleared me for) and the torn rotator cuff that is -still- not completely healed, I cannot shovel. I'm VERY fortunate the kids were all here, and they just did an amazing job of getting us all cleared out.

They also had more than a little fun. In first going out, they decided the best way to get outside would be to open the sliding glass doors and literally dive out onto the deck. They threw shovelfuls of snow at  each other, built snow caves (one of which caved in on Max while he was fully inside; oops), and just had a blast. They came in looking like snowpeople, covered head to toe, faces bright red, and consuming copious quantities of hot cocoa.

Do you think I have pictures? Of course. mk

Almost 3' of snow against the doors.

There -are- cars out there.

Max wisely took the face mask.

The crew.

Mark got best style points.

On a mission to get more shovels.