Stuff and Rubbish...

Well then...where do I start? Meh, let's just plow on with no rhyme or reason, shall we? It's worked for me in the past. No reason to change things now, right? Right then.

So, Ty's meeting that I told you all about a couple of weeks ago...let's just say it's complicated. He's not fired, nor shall he be anytime soon. He's changing departments by his own choice, but nothing more traumatic than that. Never fear. So, with that mystery solved, you can all sleep well tonight. You're welcome.

So, last weekend I was just hanging around with the kids. Ty was working, and I had plans to go out and about shopping with my mom and sister after dinner. I fed AJ, and then put some stuff in the oven to heat up for CT and me.

A few minutes later, CT was up in the kitchen doing...something or other when we all heard it. Some strange, angry buzzing noise. One short, softer sound, and then one that was much louder. It scared the crap out of all of us. I ran up to the kitchen, asking CT what had happened.

He said: "I don't know, I was just standing by it and then it growled at me."

"Oh great," I thought, "there's probably some freaking raccoon stuck underneath the oven, and I singed its fur somehow, so now it's pissed off and will scratch my face off as soon as I try to look inside!"

Despite this concern, I carefully opened the oven, and was greeted by a thick cloud of whitish blue, odorless smoke. It wasn't coming from the food, nor indeed from anything inside the oven that I could see. I quickly closed the oven door and backed away, suddenly worried that my oven was on the verge of blowing itself up or something.

I turned on the fan over the stove, and opened a couple of windows upstairs to clear away the smoke. I was practically having a panic attack, wondering what could possibly be going on with that stupid oven. I mean, it's got to be 20 years old, it was here long before we ever moved in and I've never had a problem with it before. Now, when the kids and I are home alone, it's making weird "growling" noises and issuing smoke from no discernible source. One thing I did know, I wanted to get OUT OF THE HOUSE AND AWAY FROM THAT OVEN!!!

As though in answer to my wishes, my mom called and said: "Okay, we'll be leaving in the next couple of minutes. We'll meet you there." I told her about my issues with the oven, and she asked if I wanted her to come over and take a look. I seriously considered her offer, but eventually decided against it. I got the kids ready and packed up and we left.

Mom, my little sister, the kids and I all went to a craft store because my mom needed to get some fabric to make aprons. (She makes these ridiculously cute aprons, and was starting some new projects.) Anyway, she promised to make me one months ago, and while we were there she let me pick out the fabric for my own apron. It's going to be freaking adorable. I'll see if I can take a picture when it's done.

Anyhoo, my big sister and her two kids met us at the store, and once we were done shopping we agreed to meet back at Mom's house for dinner.

Dinner and everything was great, and when Ty got back from work, I told him what had happened with our stupid oven, and he immediately said: "It sounds like an electrical problem."

Sure enough, when we got home, he pulled the oven away from the wall and the darn thing wasn't turning on. Sigh... The good news is that the next morning, Ty checked again, and the electrical breaker on the oven had just popped. He turned it back on and (so far) the oven is working again. We looked at getting a new one, but it's really freaking expensive, and I know I'd rather just try and make the old one work for a while longer.

So...despite major concerns and misgivings, my oven did NOT explode in a fiery ball of death. Yay!

I just finished a big paper for my editing class. It's nice to have that off my list! It's just so crazy to think that there are only a couple of weeks of this semester left, and then I'll be going to a completely different school. Weird. Very, very weird. But in a good way. I'm just allowing myself to be intimidated because a big change like this NOT something that I can avoid being worried about until it actually happens. Once I'm there, I'll be fine, I'm sure.

Okay, enough rambling for now. Hope you all have a happy Friday! :)