So much to do, so little time.

Where did it go? Seriously. I think someone is slipping somethigninto my coffee.

My mom is gone. Wow, since Monday already. She was gone before I got up. That was really odd. I felt weird about it all day, no closure to the visit. She got up early I guess, the sun shines through the window in the guest room first thing. I had a weird feeling about it... which is why I got up to check. Anyway, I heard from her later that she won over $400 at a casino in Elgin before her flight. ( that's when she was leaving early)

Basically, the week was good. We bickered a lot but that's sort of how we always are. I have a chip on my shoulder right from the start, I think she's picking on me all the time. Of course, then I feel guilty because I should be being nicer to her since I see her so seldomly. Then it begins again. More than once I had to take a moment, walk out of the room and scream. I am so like her, and that freaks me out. I try not to , but I see it.. and I wonder... Do I do that!? I need to relax.

We did get a lot of stuff done, it's her nature. Chris' word for it was "driven" , I guess that works. Of course, I can't find a lot of things now 'cause they weren't where I left them in my organized chaos. We totally "organized the closet in my guest room. ( my house is really old and the closets are very small.) This one didn't even have a bar, just hooks around the outside. So now it has 3 really deep shelves for all of my quilts and bed spreads etc. The rest of it is split, half tall hanging things and then small shelves for my sheets, towels and blankets. It is so COOL! ( did i just say an organized closet was cool?... I'm losing it)

She also bought me a butterfly bush. We planted that on her last day. I'm glad that she did... It's like something to remind me. It's kind of funny, by the end I was just able to relax and be comfortable around her, not so defensive. Then she was gone.


Chris and planted 4 trees that we had dug up while we were up in Mercer visiting his parents. The next generation of tree's. It's weird that we have to think about that. Someday... the twelve 100 year old oak tree's in the yard will die... and we need to have some trees to fill the void. The trees are only like a foot tall each right now. ( a spruce, 2 fir trees and a long needle pine)

I still have to plant all of my bulbs. I still have to clear areas to plant said bulbs. I still have to install the shelving stuff that Mom and I bought for the other two bedroom closets. We still have to do 3 million things in the bathroom to finish it. Still have to put the backsplash in the kitchen, as well as toe kicks and the filler on either side of the dishwasher... On and On and ON.

I don't recall if I even mentioned how humid it gets here. Or the fact that I have a very old toilet, with a very large tank. A tank that sweats a great deal in the humidity. Pools of water form under the toilet, we wondered where the water might go. Well, while mom was here I got on the step stool in the pantry to get a can of coffee on the top shelf. This is when I saw the soggy ceiling tiles. So, I guess the water is leaking down around the copper water pipe and through the hole in the lino where the pipe goes through the floor. ( greeeaaaaat, I love owning a house) No calling the landlord to complain anymore... I am the land lord. Well, technically I'm not, my name isn't on the title. I can complain to Chris. ( hehe) it really isn't that big a deal. We bought this styrofoam liner thing that you put inside the tiolet to insulate it and this will end toilet sweat.

Yesterday was the last day of the book sale at the library. $3 a bag. I have this GIANT canvas bag, I filled it with books. :D all for the low, low price of six dollars. Good thing I was meeting Shawna after and we were going to my house, because I could barely carry that bag the block to her house, let alone to my house.

Ok, enough babbling.