Yes, the boys are back. Boys. 15 and 13. Yeah they are still boys. Although Chris looks like a giant next to my mom---and is very proud of that fact-----and Ben is on the fast track to gaining some height. After pulling an all nighter to get back home, we arrived at about 6:30 this morning. Right now I hate the whole world of Nascar. I hold them personally responsible for the fact that we were unable to find anything resembling a hotel/motel/roach motel room from the PA border near Scranton all the way to Friendsville MD, in the western part of the state. At which point we gave up any pretense of stopping for what remained of the night (it was already after 1 am), and drove thru the night down I-79 to home. Believe me when I say, that although I care nothing for Charleston, it was beautiful at dawn this morning when we hit the outskirts and saw the lovely sign for I-64 west to Huntington. And when I woke up again to find my darling, patient, persevering husband, who had driven about 90% of the time from Chambersburg, PA to CT to home again, had turned off Rt 60 onto the back road that leads to the back road that leads to our road---I could have kissed the ground he walks on, I was so happy.
The Pocono 500, or whatever they want to call it, was today. therefore every hotel owner in 3 states jacked up prices----at the Holiday Inn just off I380/84 Scranton, we were quoted $219.99 for a room with 2 double beds, no smoking. Ex-squeeze me? Do I look stupid? Ok yeah we were traveling on a race weekend thru the state it was being held in, but we were not born yesterday. So we traveled on. The Econolodge at Wilkes-Barre was full, the owner apologetic. Suggested we try again south of Hazleton. Cool. We stop and get something to eat and fill the tank up, and drive on. We stop at Frackville, no luck. Decide to get closer to Harrisburg before we try again. We hit a couple of places there, no luck. Ok how far do you really want to drive to get to the speedway on race day? Apparently there are a lot of people who want to get up real early. Does no one camp like they used to? Anyway, it continues like this until we just give up. Not mad, just really tired and a little frustrated.
Still really tired. But we came home, I went straight to bed. The only things I grabbed out of the car before going in the house were my purse and the duffle bag with my stuff in it, so I could take out my contacts. I took them out, stripped down to my tshirt and collapsed into bed while the men unloaded the car. Within about 10 minutes, everyone was inside and on the way to snoresville. I woke up about 10 for the bathroom and left a message for mom, who had Shellie, that we were home and sleeping and would be there later to get my girl. I called her again about 1:30 to tell her that I'd be there in an hour or two.
Now we are all home, safe and sound, and I am going to bed. My back is all out of whack--don;'t even want to think about what Ron;'s is like--and I have a lot of work to do tomorrow before Dish gets here.
Goodnight!!!!!
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Friday, August 03, 2007
Where to eat?....
Usually Ron and I know where we are going to stop and eat on our trip to CT each year. Usually the Bob Evans in Fairmont, Bridgeport---around there somewhere. (One of us will see the signs for Clarksburg and say "Hey isn;t Bob Evans coming up pretty soon?"). We usually wing it for dinner---the first year it was Burger King across from the motel because we got hungry driving thru NY and all we could find were freaking Dunkin Donuts last year for dinner we stopped in a pace well off the interstate called Apple Valley Inn--it's in PA off I-84, but I don't remember the exit. It's well past Scranton and getting close to the NY line.
In the morning before we pick up the boys, we hit Denny's near the motel (we've also stayed at the same Days Inn the last 2 yrs.---not this yr though), for their humongous breakfast, and then Friendly's in Hazelton, PA for a later lunch.
My big problem with eating out on this trip is that where we live has a smoking ban and so do most of the counties around us. Which means I, being asthmatic, do not have to suffer to eat my meal. I do not have to hack and choke my way thru my food because some ignorant jerk can;t wait half an hour to smoke. Unfortunately PA does not seem to have such a ban, at least wher we stop. And when you ask the waitress to seat you in NON smoking as far away from smoking as humanly possible because you are allergic, you get this look like---sucks to be you, then-----and that just makes me mad, because it is my health and that of my family we are talking about. If you want to smoke, fine, I don;t care, smoke your flipping lungs out for all I care. But do it in your home, your car, on your property. Not 5 steps from the entrance to Walmart, or the hospital, or restaurants. And damn sure don;t do it inside the restaurant.
Now that my rant is over, I really feel like Mexican food from Tenampa. Oh well, I guess I will fix tacos when we get back. I need to go get Ron out of bed, get us both showered and dressed and Shellie dressed and packed, and get on our way. That's the problem with eating out on this trip---we are doing this off our past schedule and that may throw off where we are used to eating.
Vive l'adventure!!!!
In the morning before we pick up the boys, we hit Denny's near the motel (we've also stayed at the same Days Inn the last 2 yrs.---not this yr though), for their humongous breakfast, and then Friendly's in Hazelton, PA for a later lunch.
My big problem with eating out on this trip is that where we live has a smoking ban and so do most of the counties around us. Which means I, being asthmatic, do not have to suffer to eat my meal. I do not have to hack and choke my way thru my food because some ignorant jerk can;t wait half an hour to smoke. Unfortunately PA does not seem to have such a ban, at least wher we stop. And when you ask the waitress to seat you in NON smoking as far away from smoking as humanly possible because you are allergic, you get this look like---sucks to be you, then-----and that just makes me mad, because it is my health and that of my family we are talking about. If you want to smoke, fine, I don;t care, smoke your flipping lungs out for all I care. But do it in your home, your car, on your property. Not 5 steps from the entrance to Walmart, or the hospital, or restaurants. And damn sure don;t do it inside the restaurant.
Now that my rant is over, I really feel like Mexican food from Tenampa. Oh well, I guess I will fix tacos when we get back. I need to go get Ron out of bed, get us both showered and dressed and Shellie dressed and packed, and get on our way. That's the problem with eating out on this trip---we are doing this off our past schedule and that may throw off where we are used to eating.
Vive l'adventure!!!!
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
one more day.......
ONE MORE DAY OF WORK!!!!!!!!!
THEN WE ARE OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD..
Now I can't remember what color my posts are.
Anyway, one more day of work for me and Ron and then we are packed and off to the whatever state of CT. To get my boys and bring them back home. Lord, it has seemed so long since I have seen them---5 weeks actually did kind of fly by this time, but it still seems like forever.
I do still need to get an oil change before we leave---I guess that will be after work tomorrow while Ron gets to get Shel and clean out the cooler(s). I have already bought the water and the snacks. Not very many snacks, I don;t need them. But he and I really don't eat that much in the car, so mainly what we need is liquids. Especially since it is going to be nasty hot pretty much the whole trip. I also will need to fill the tank up on my way home tomorrow and stop at the bank.
Cable update-----no phone call and no tech at my door before I left for work at 12:05pm today. So much for promises. Ron came home and found a nice little door tag that said they had been here for a service call and no one was home, but that the problem should be fixed. They even called and left a message on my answering machine. Yeah so cable is back on, but they did not follow what they said they would do by being here this morning, plus the very fact that they were able to "fix" the problem without access to the house proves that all they had to do was go to the pole , most likely. That's all right. We'll call and cancel just as soon as Dish installs and we know that it works, and I will personally take it to the Ashland office and get a receipt for it. Screw 'em.
By the way----whoops, I deleted a comment before I checked for the gentleman on whether it showed his real name or his blogger ID. Sorry. Try it again, please, and I will try not to be so scatterbrained.
No comment from the peanut gallery...........
THEN WE ARE OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD..
Now I can't remember what color my posts are.
Anyway, one more day of work for me and Ron and then we are packed and off to the whatever state of CT. To get my boys and bring them back home. Lord, it has seemed so long since I have seen them---5 weeks actually did kind of fly by this time, but it still seems like forever.
I do still need to get an oil change before we leave---I guess that will be after work tomorrow while Ron gets to get Shel and clean out the cooler(s). I have already bought the water and the snacks. Not very many snacks, I don;t need them. But he and I really don't eat that much in the car, so mainly what we need is liquids. Especially since it is going to be nasty hot pretty much the whole trip. I also will need to fill the tank up on my way home tomorrow and stop at the bank.
Cable update-----no phone call and no tech at my door before I left for work at 12:05pm today. So much for promises. Ron came home and found a nice little door tag that said they had been here for a service call and no one was home, but that the problem should be fixed. They even called and left a message on my answering machine. Yeah so cable is back on, but they did not follow what they said they would do by being here this morning, plus the very fact that they were able to "fix" the problem without access to the house proves that all they had to do was go to the pole , most likely. That's all right. We'll call and cancel just as soon as Dish installs and we know that it works, and I will personally take it to the Ashland office and get a receipt for it. Screw 'em.
By the way----whoops, I deleted a comment before I checked for the gentleman on whether it showed his real name or his blogger ID. Sorry. Try it again, please, and I will try not to be so scatterbrained.
No comment from the peanut gallery...........
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Time Warner is O-U-T out!!!!!
I have had it, I'm done. Time Warner Cable sucks big rotten eggs---I would say something else, but this is sort of usually a family program. They are going to get to come get their cable box and remote. If I have to drive to Ashland --my local office--almost an hour's drive away from my home, I'm going to be pissed. And they are going to know it. (Come to think of it, the best place to get the camo's my husband wears to work--and which need replaced badly---is in Ashland also--could combine the trip, but I can still be pissed).
What prompted this is that I have now gone for 2 days with no cable. Yes my bill is paid up to date. No I was not disconnected. I am just getting a screen of nothing but snow and I may not be able to get someone out here til Monday to check it out, since I am apparently the only one left in my neighborhood with cable, and they don't send someone out to check the box at the poles until at least 3 people call to complain. This is what I am told AFTER I have gotten pissed and pissed off the tech and demanded to speak to her supervisor. He at least was polite when he came on the phone, after only a couple of minutes of being on hold, which beats their usual record by at least 10 minutes. So I apologized for the words I used to his clerk, explained my problem and supposedly the local office will call me first thing in the morning to get someone out here in the morning. After I explained that I work for a living and won't be here after noon.
That's ok. When/IF they call, I'm going to tell them that since I won;t be home to use the tv for a few days anyway, they can just come out Monday and pick up their equipment, because I am going DISH. I told you I have had it. At least with DISH I can be mad with 200 channels. The kids will get a shocker, because I WILL block several channels, including MTV, Comedy Central, FUSE, BET, and so on. And they will never figure out my code. But there are plenty of other channels for them to choose from. I may just block Nick and Disney as well. I'm kind of tired of them, and there are plenty of Discovery type channels they can watch.
We leave Friday to start our trip to get the boys in CT. I made the executive decision to leave then and drive about halfway, stop, then drive the rest of the was, pick them up and at least get back into PA before we stop for the night. Of course this probably ticked off the ex, but right now, I'm not too concerned. He picked them up at 8-9 am 5 weeks ago, technically I could pick them up at the same time and be well within my rights. But I will be nice to all of us, but especially my mom, who for yet another year is watching Shellie so we can make this trip and not feel like we have to find the child a new home before we even get out of the state. The way I have it planned, we should be back midafternoon or so on Sunday, maybe a little later, but well before anything resembling dark.
I can;t wait to have them back!!!I have missed them something awful lately.
Ok another point to be made. The news ticker at the top of my screen touts a research study or something that gives 237 reasons to have sex. I can come up with several reasons without any help whatsoever from the general public, but I bet I could come up with even more not to have sex.
1. it causes kids.
2. it causes kids.
3. it causes kids.
Need I go on?
Not that I would trade my kids for anything in the world (Ok maybe a winning lottery ticket for the biggest Powerball jackpot ever--just to show local embarassment Jack Whitakker how to handle money), but the fact remains, sex causes kids. Maybe not the first time or the first 300 times, but eventually, for a great many people who probably shouldn't have kids (yes there are days I include me in this), it causes kids.
Just a thought, they know what causes that these days......
What prompted this is that I have now gone for 2 days with no cable. Yes my bill is paid up to date. No I was not disconnected. I am just getting a screen of nothing but snow and I may not be able to get someone out here til Monday to check it out, since I am apparently the only one left in my neighborhood with cable, and they don't send someone out to check the box at the poles until at least 3 people call to complain. This is what I am told AFTER I have gotten pissed and pissed off the tech and demanded to speak to her supervisor. He at least was polite when he came on the phone, after only a couple of minutes of being on hold, which beats their usual record by at least 10 minutes. So I apologized for the words I used to his clerk, explained my problem and supposedly the local office will call me first thing in the morning to get someone out here in the morning. After I explained that I work for a living and won't be here after noon.
That's ok. When/IF they call, I'm going to tell them that since I won;t be home to use the tv for a few days anyway, they can just come out Monday and pick up their equipment, because I am going DISH. I told you I have had it. At least with DISH I can be mad with 200 channels. The kids will get a shocker, because I WILL block several channels, including MTV, Comedy Central, FUSE, BET, and so on. And they will never figure out my code. But there are plenty of other channels for them to choose from. I may just block Nick and Disney as well. I'm kind of tired of them, and there are plenty of Discovery type channels they can watch.
We leave Friday to start our trip to get the boys in CT. I made the executive decision to leave then and drive about halfway, stop, then drive the rest of the was, pick them up and at least get back into PA before we stop for the night. Of course this probably ticked off the ex, but right now, I'm not too concerned. He picked them up at 8-9 am 5 weeks ago, technically I could pick them up at the same time and be well within my rights. But I will be nice to all of us, but especially my mom, who for yet another year is watching Shellie so we can make this trip and not feel like we have to find the child a new home before we even get out of the state. The way I have it planned, we should be back midafternoon or so on Sunday, maybe a little later, but well before anything resembling dark.
I can;t wait to have them back!!!I have missed them something awful lately.
Ok another point to be made. The news ticker at the top of my screen touts a research study or something that gives 237 reasons to have sex. I can come up with several reasons without any help whatsoever from the general public, but I bet I could come up with even more not to have sex.
1. it causes kids.
2. it causes kids.
3. it causes kids.
Need I go on?
Not that I would trade my kids for anything in the world (Ok maybe a winning lottery ticket for the biggest Powerball jackpot ever--just to show local embarassment Jack Whitakker how to handle money), but the fact remains, sex causes kids. Maybe not the first time or the first 300 times, but eventually, for a great many people who probably shouldn't have kids (yes there are days I include me in this), it causes kids.
Just a thought, they know what causes that these days......
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Am I old or what?
Ok, yes I am 40 and 1 week old. Yes I have been on short term disability twice in the last 2 1/2 years for my decrepit L5S1 disc and SI joint. Does that mean that a little exertion (i.e. pushing/pulling carts of merchandise from warehouse to salesfloor for two straight days to set an ad) should throw me all back out of whack? Apparently so, because I am in pain. No painkillers in this house either--I used the last of the generic Lortabs about 6 months ago, and I refuse to ask my doc to refill, because I hate the things. They make me loopy(ier) and so sleepy I can't remember my name. I can't function when I take them. So I subsist on extra strength tylenol and advil. Neither of which does the trick.
Neither does the body pillow my family got me as part of my birthday gift, thinking it would help ease my back to curl around it. Nope. Now picture me, Ron and big-ass body pillow sharing a queen size bed when I am queen size all by myself. Yeah, he's probably right--he probably gets about 6 inches of space on which to sleep. But don't tell him I said he's right.
Now on to my bitch of the day. If you are supposedly a teacher, shouldn't you be able to read? We are doing a teacher appreciation thing next Saturday where the teachers get 10% (big whoop) off their total purchase. So as I am coming back in from helping a guy load a recliner into his truck, the CSS stops me and says "do teachers get 10 % off today" I told her no that is Saturday, not today, and the lady looks like she wants to argue with me about it. So I pull open the ad paper and show the CSS where it says very plainly it is Saturday August 4th. Doh!!!!
Ok I have another bitch. I went to my cousin's funeral today. 48, heart attack. From the funeral home in the west end to the graveyard in the east end, traveling on 2 lane city streets, only about half of the oncoming traffic pulled over and stopped for our procession. Do they not teach this in driver's ed anymore? Do parents not teach their kids that not only is it the law, but a sign of respect for the deceased? Jimbo was not a big name mover and shaker in the community, but he did deserve the respect of those around him. All we ask is that for 30 seconds, think aobut someone other than yourselves and ask yourself, wouldn't you want others to do the same for you?
I have to give thanks to the guy on Madison Ave by the DMV who stopped working in his yard and waited patiently until we had passed by before he began work again.
Ronnie just asked me what's going on with me. I've been in kind of a funk today. I guess part of it is just being exhausted---haven't had a day off since Monday, and probably won't get another one till I start vacation Saturday. Then Jimbo dying, and suddenly I feel guilty for not being as close to that side of the family as I am to Mom's, and not really knowing him so well. So I go to the viewing last night and the funeral today, and I think maybe a part of me is thinking too hard about it. But then I think, my God he was only 48. I'm 40. My brother said the same thing hit him--he'll be 35 this fall. Now I'm starting to think we need to get all our papers in order---DNR's, living wills, etc. And I need to call the guy to get our grave markers in place and get them out of my car.
And I need to organize our financial papers/bills, etc. I've got the file cabinet, hanging file folders and manila folders--I just need the time, and now that I have been so motivated to do it, I have had to work and be doing other stuff. I haven;t even touched my sewing machine in a week.
Although I did finally heat-set the iron on's on the kids' shirts from VBS a couple of summers ago. The ones where I had to heat set their footprints on them to keep them from washing out, and I never got them done---now they are finally done. Ben and Chris can still wear theirs--Shellie might get this fall's worth of wear out of hers, but if we keep it nice, I can make her a pillow or make it a part of an eventual tshirt quilt for her. The shirts say "walk humbly with your God." The bible school theme that year was big on doing the walk: like the Steven Curtis Chapman song "you can run with the big dogs, you can fly like the eagles.......but it all comes down to the walk."
And I don;t do all that well with mine. I have to set the goal and keep to it of getting these kids back to church. Chris decided about 3 months ago that he wanted to become a preacher, in the tradition of our Pastor Larry. So I guess we really need to get back to it. He also wants to be baptized again. He was baptized as a toddler in the Presbyterian church we attended at the time, but he now wants to do it because he now knows what it means and what it stands for. I think my altogether indifferent view of infant baptism has changed radically in the last couple of years
because it really is a choice you have to make with the facts in hand, and no infant or really young child has the capability of understanding it. So I am all for Chris being baptized again---this time in the dunking tank, not just with a few drops of water on his head.
Anyway, if I am to get up and get going in the morning, again, on what was supposed to be my day off, I need to get a shower and get to bed.
Countdown 6 days to getting my boys back!!!
Neither does the body pillow my family got me as part of my birthday gift, thinking it would help ease my back to curl around it. Nope. Now picture me, Ron and big-ass body pillow sharing a queen size bed when I am queen size all by myself. Yeah, he's probably right--he probably gets about 6 inches of space on which to sleep. But don't tell him I said he's right.
Now on to my bitch of the day. If you are supposedly a teacher, shouldn't you be able to read? We are doing a teacher appreciation thing next Saturday where the teachers get 10% (big whoop) off their total purchase. So as I am coming back in from helping a guy load a recliner into his truck, the CSS stops me and says "do teachers get 10 % off today" I told her no that is Saturday, not today, and the lady looks like she wants to argue with me about it. So I pull open the ad paper and show the CSS where it says very plainly it is Saturday August 4th. Doh!!!!
Ok I have another bitch. I went to my cousin's funeral today. 48, heart attack. From the funeral home in the west end to the graveyard in the east end, traveling on 2 lane city streets, only about half of the oncoming traffic pulled over and stopped for our procession. Do they not teach this in driver's ed anymore? Do parents not teach their kids that not only is it the law, but a sign of respect for the deceased? Jimbo was not a big name mover and shaker in the community, but he did deserve the respect of those around him. All we ask is that for 30 seconds, think aobut someone other than yourselves and ask yourself, wouldn't you want others to do the same for you?
I have to give thanks to the guy on Madison Ave by the DMV who stopped working in his yard and waited patiently until we had passed by before he began work again.
Ronnie just asked me what's going on with me. I've been in kind of a funk today. I guess part of it is just being exhausted---haven't had a day off since Monday, and probably won't get another one till I start vacation Saturday. Then Jimbo dying, and suddenly I feel guilty for not being as close to that side of the family as I am to Mom's, and not really knowing him so well. So I go to the viewing last night and the funeral today, and I think maybe a part of me is thinking too hard about it. But then I think, my God he was only 48. I'm 40. My brother said the same thing hit him--he'll be 35 this fall. Now I'm starting to think we need to get all our papers in order---DNR's, living wills, etc. And I need to call the guy to get our grave markers in place and get them out of my car.
And I need to organize our financial papers/bills, etc. I've got the file cabinet, hanging file folders and manila folders--I just need the time, and now that I have been so motivated to do it, I have had to work and be doing other stuff. I haven;t even touched my sewing machine in a week.
Although I did finally heat-set the iron on's on the kids' shirts from VBS a couple of summers ago. The ones where I had to heat set their footprints on them to keep them from washing out, and I never got them done---now they are finally done. Ben and Chris can still wear theirs--Shellie might get this fall's worth of wear out of hers, but if we keep it nice, I can make her a pillow or make it a part of an eventual tshirt quilt for her. The shirts say "walk humbly with your God." The bible school theme that year was big on doing the walk: like the Steven Curtis Chapman song "you can run with the big dogs, you can fly like the eagles.......but it all comes down to the walk."
And I don;t do all that well with mine. I have to set the goal and keep to it of getting these kids back to church. Chris decided about 3 months ago that he wanted to become a preacher, in the tradition of our Pastor Larry. So I guess we really need to get back to it. He also wants to be baptized again. He was baptized as a toddler in the Presbyterian church we attended at the time, but he now wants to do it because he now knows what it means and what it stands for. I think my altogether indifferent view of infant baptism has changed radically in the last couple of years
because it really is a choice you have to make with the facts in hand, and no infant or really young child has the capability of understanding it. So I am all for Chris being baptized again---this time in the dunking tank, not just with a few drops of water on his head.
Anyway, if I am to get up and get going in the morning, again, on what was supposed to be my day off, I need to get a shower and get to bed.
Countdown 6 days to getting my boys back!!!
Friday, July 27, 2007
Rain, rain......
Please rain some more so my pretty flowers will keep blooming.
I really don't need the thunder and lightening so much, but the rain is nice.
If the pics uploaded for this post, the purple/yellow and the hostas are on the side of my garage--actually all around my garage. The salvia and the tickseed are at the back of the living room. In these shots, all the beds actually needed weeding, which has since been done.
I never liked gardening and yard work when I was growing up--it was a chore. Now I really like how it adds to the overall look and personality of the place.
Well, another evening of thunderstorms, rain(desperately needed), and intermittent sunshine. I took video on my digital camera last night of the lightening show around 8:30 or so. Very cool.
Well off to la la land. Or the land of demanding kids....whichever.
Nope didn;t think the pics would post--this is dial up you know.
I really don't need the thunder and lightening so much, but the rain is nice.
If the pics uploaded for this post, the purple/yellow and the hostas are on the side of my garage--actually all around my garage. The salvia and the tickseed are at the back of the living room. In these shots, all the beds actually needed weeding, which has since been done.
I never liked gardening and yard work when I was growing up--it was a chore. Now I really like how it adds to the overall look and personality of the place.
Well, another evening of thunderstorms, rain(desperately needed), and intermittent sunshine. I took video on my digital camera last night of the lightening show around 8:30 or so. Very cool.
Well off to la la land. Or the land of demanding kids....whichever.
Nope didn;t think the pics would post--this is dial up you know.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Counting down.....
The days until we leave to pick up the boys from their dad's. We leave on 8/4 and pick them up in the early AM of 8/5. Yeah!!!!!!!Picking them up and having them back home is better than getting a "you rock" on Guitar Hero.
Sorry Ronnie was playing when I came home from work.
On an up note, my sister in law called me today and she had picked up the pictures of the girls we had made at Target a couple of weeks ago. So I also have that to look forward to.
Which beat looking forward to cleaning out my file cabinets and etc. over the next however long it takes. I have many other areas of my home and life that can use some organization, but I think the whole journey will begin with the file cabinet. I should be able to do away with a ton of papers and junk mail and so on and so forth. Between the file folders and the shredder--cross cut, naturally--I should hopefully get thru the pile in the computer room. Anything will help.
Well, hubby just locked up and turned all the light off, probably a good clue that its time for bed.
Night all.
Sorry Ronnie was playing when I came home from work.
On an up note, my sister in law called me today and she had picked up the pictures of the girls we had made at Target a couple of weeks ago. So I also have that to look forward to.
Which beat looking forward to cleaning out my file cabinets and etc. over the next however long it takes. I have many other areas of my home and life that can use some organization, but I think the whole journey will begin with the file cabinet. I should be able to do away with a ton of papers and junk mail and so on and so forth. Between the file folders and the shredder--cross cut, naturally--I should hopefully get thru the pile in the computer room. Anything will help.
Well, hubby just locked up and turned all the light off, probably a good clue that its time for bed.
Night all.
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