Just sharing……

I found out something this morning and I wanted to share it with you! I discovered what to do to my 8 year old daughter when she is a pain in my ass! Would you too like to know how to annoy your little pain in the ass? I thought so. A while back I made a little mix cd of 70 and 80s music. I know dork central right here. Well, I have mainly kept it to the 80s upbeat music. She likes Joan Jett’s I hate myself for loving you, she will tolerate KC and the Sunshine Band’s Funky Music (though she says Vanilla Ice does it better), she like Bobby Brown’s My Prerogative, there are a few more she will tolerate but not often. When I made this cd, there were a few songs I liked and put on there, but I knew I would just have to be in the mood to listen too. These particular songs happen to be by Elton John (HUSH! Sometimes it is nice to listen to him and remember my tween years, Mom doing the Mashed Potato and One Day at a Time among other times) Anyway, I usually skip right over them, this morning I woke up in a good mood, feeling better and almost humming a happy tune! I said almost. Wake up time here at Casa Life was not pretty. The puppy took one hell of a wild ride when she took it upon herself to help me get Little Miss up, shower time took forever,she brushed her teeth 3 times this morning in an effort to stall, and for some reason she decided she couldn’t put her shoes on. We were late! By the time we got to the car, she wasn’t the only one growling. Enter my cd. When I turned on the cd on, Elton John was the next song, I was going to skip it, remember I have to be in the mood for him. As I leaned forward to skip it, I could feel the eye rolling going on in the passenger seat. I couldn’t see it, she has these nice pink sunglasses with black lens, RayBan black! Can’t see it, but I could feel it. Instead of skipping it, I turned it up. Crocodile Rock, a cute song. There were some stares, some growling, a whole lot of eye rolling and quite a few sighs. All of which I ignored and I just sang the song loudly and fairly off beat. She gave up. Next up…..Don’t go breaking my heart! OH, if I thought Crocodile Rock was tormenting her, I found that this song was the ONE!!!! The eye rolling, sighing, grunts, growls and stares really got bad. Yes I had found the song to torment my wonderful daughter! She even attempted to lean forward and skip it, I told her she could lose an arm that way and she leaned back and I swear looked at her brain! It is the only reason she would have for rolling her eyes that far back into her head. Where I normally would have turned the music down,at her request, when I reached the school, I kept it up so all of her school mates could hear! Cool ain’t I? I even continued to sing along. It was just great that the song said Don’t go breaking my heart just as she got out, so that I could sing it to her! She had removed her sunglasses so I got to see this eye roll in all its glory! As I drove away, I got a little tear in my eye, I had done well, I had embarrassed her and had gotten her back just a little for the torment I had endured this morning. I will be waiting for my Mother of the Year award, I just know I will win this year!!!

Yesterday, I got my heart check! I was sitting here, reading my favs and minding my own business, hoping the next cough didn’t bring on anything that would require cleaning up and changing clothes, when the phone rang. It was hubby’s boss. That is scary in it’s self, I worried about an accident or something. Scarier yet, he said to have hubby call him when he got home, I wasn’t expecting him for a few hours, so I worried a bit but decided they just didn’t have work and he was coming home early. The phone rang again, it was my son. He also wanted dad to call him when he got home. Hum….. What’s going on? My wonderful son said he didn’t have a clue, Dad had left mad and said something about he didn’t know what the hell they would do.

Now you don’t know my husband, but I do. He has quit better jobs for less. He has been unhappy with the way he has been treated the last couple of months. He gets all the long trips and others get the short trips with multiple drops. He gets incentive for each drop. Long trips are one droppers. Where the others are getting 5-6 drops a day, he is getting 1-2. He travels more miles and ends up with less hours and incentive. He goes and comes like he should and seems to be getting punished, the others screw off and get rewarded. So needless to say I was tied up in knots!

He walked through the door and it was a toss up on whether or not to ask him if I should apply for welfare. I tried to gauge his mood, I, after all these years, couldn’t tell if it was safe to talk to him. I told him the boss called, his response…Screw him. I told him his son called, his response….Call and find out if he has a way home. I finally bit the bullet and asked……Did you quit? His response after what seemed like an eternity……..Not yet, but I have had it! That bitch has lost her mind and Boss won’t do a damn thing about it! I am tired of going on all the long trips and the others sitting around waiting for the gravy and getting it! I don’t care to do my part but I don’t want to do everybody else’s part! X had 3 loads today, all within 20 miles of the plant, Y had 2 trips, both within 20 miles. I had 1 trip, 100 miles east, then 150 miles north and back! And do you know what I found out? Inter-company loads don’t get incentive! Over half of my trips are inter-company!!!! I have had it. I asked bitch if I had pissed her off, she said No, you just come back quicker. It might take you 3-4 hours, it would take the others 10 hours. I. HAVE.HAD.IT!!!!

He did talk to the boss like 2 hours later, when he called back. Boss was on a suck up mission. I found out what caused the whole uproar. On Wednesday, he was to haul cement. This is a long day. He leaves the house at about 1:30 am and is on the clock for about 12-13 hours. (The others refuse to do it! So he has decided to quit fighting having to haul it.) Well, there was a 6 hour trip coming up and Dingbat (his name for the dispatcher) decided since he was doing the cement on Wednesday, she would put it on him for Thursday and he could swing 40 miles out of his way and pick up a little mortar to fill up his load. Another inter-company trip. He asked why X couldn’t haul it, well he would take too long. Why can’t Y do it? Oh he would get lost and it would take him forever to get back. That is apparently when he lost it. He asked her if he had pissed her off. No, why? He went into a rant about all the long trips he is getting and the gravy everybody else was getting and how he has 29 loads for the month and the others have 75 or more. It all went over her head, she wanted to know what she could do. That’s when he stormed out and said he didn’t know what the hell she would do. And told someone, see ya tomorrow IF I come in!

He found out X had been sitting in the break room on the clock for about 3 hours waiting for his ride to come in, at least he thought he was on the clock, Boss had clocked him out. HEHEHE!!! Hubby was also told X would be hauling the 6 hour load and if it took him 10 hours, he would be doing about 3 hours of it on his own time, for he would be clocked out. Seems Boss had gotten his ass chewed for all the OT some of the employees were getting and it seemed by the GPS they were sitting on the yard riding the clock and it had to be stopped. Bout time.

Hubby went in to haul cement today, he seems to be a bit happier, but it could all change in a second. He got several suck up calls last night. Seems Dingbat had said he was fine and all of the sudden he just quit. That scared the bosses! He is their best worker, according to them, and they can’t have him unhappy. He doubts it will last but I hope.

Well, I should go, I have yet to clean up the disaster area my daughter calls her room. I said I was going to clean it then it would be up to her. I have decided to just go in with several garbage bags and be done. Once I get it clean, I am going to do a quick run in every morning and throw away anything that is left in the floor. She has been warned! I am also refusing to wash any clothes not in the hamper. Again she has been warned. I am expecting about 6 hours or more in there. Tomorrow The Boy’s room is on the chopping block, same rules and he has also been warned! Little Miss is 8, she is old enough to keep her room clean. The Boy is 18, he is more than old enough to keep his room clean! I am tired of the mess. Before and after pictures may be on tomorrow, I haven’t decided if I have the guts to post them, it is bad!!!! So until next time….

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!!!!!

 

A lot of nothing

I swear, I am empty! I had a post in my mind last night and *poof* it just disappeared! I woke this morning and didn’t know which end to hang over the commode. Thus starts my day! I swear I have been sick 9 days out of 10 here lately. I am unsure if I somehow caught the latest stomach virus or if it is the natural progression of the head cold I have had for the last week. You know what goes into the stomach must come out. Sorry that was gross. If it is the latest stomach virus, I have no clue how the hell I got it. I haven’t really been out in the world. Yes, I went to the grocery store, but please, if all it takes is a trip to the grocery store, I won’t be going back. So now I am sneezing, sniffling, coughing, and dealing with my chest burning but now I just get to worry about where the latest round of stuff will be coming out. Sneezing and coughing are a scary thing now!

I have mentioned my niece, Bug, a few times. She is getting a raw deal again! My SIL is calling the principal this morning and if that does no good then I guess a call to our local Board of Education dude will be in order. Bug can’t win for losing. Early in the year, before Christmas, she went in to class and asked her teacher if she could go to the restroom, the teacher told her to hurry. Bug got back to class after the tardy bell, but the teacher knew where she was. She did this a couple of times. Well, after the second time, Bug found out she was being counted as tardy for class, the teacher never told her and she was just a couple of minutes late. She took 3 paddling for being tardy those 2 days. OK, first, she should have been told she could go, but she would be counted tardy. Second, WTF!!!! A couple of minutes late 2 days! By the teacher’s own admission, she only missed roll call, no class work! Fast forward several months…..

Bug went to the Bon Jovi concert, they got home around 2 am. Her first class is at another school, her school does not offer technical classes and students are allowed to attend another school for technical classes, that morning, the other school was having club meetings for the first 2 classes. Bug and my SIL decided since she wouldn’t miss anything but sitting in the concourse, Bug could check in at her actual school for the remainder of her classes. No harm, No foul! Right? Wrong! She was pulled out of class the following morning and told she was tardy without an excuse and she would be paddled for it! Bug refused to take the paddling. Her mom was called, she explained she knew that Bug was late, they were out of town and didn’t get home til late and since all she would be missing was club meetings, which she did not belong to, she felt like it would be fine to allow her to get an hour more sleep. She didn’t miss any class work, so she couldn’t see a problem. The teacher/asst. principal said she would be disciplined according to the county handbook. The only mention of tardiness is in the disciplinary section and it refers to EXCESSIVE tardiness. I can’t see where one time of being tardy could be considered excessive. She has already been punished for the other time. The other time is the BIG reason for the teacher/ asst. principal. He claims to be able to take in account ALL times. I think she has already been punished, that particular event should be off the table. I guess we will see. SIL is mad. Bug is mad. Hell, it pisses me off and she isn’t my child! What do you think? I think somebody has let a little authority go to his head.

Well, we had another round of Daisy taking over the bed and not allowing anyone to actually get enough sleep. This dog is going to drive me to drink! She laid down when Hubby went to bed, she got up when I came back to the living room. She disappeared and I discovered she had gone to bed. I took my shower and went to bed to discover, she was laying on my pillow, sideways! I moved her over. She started snoring. I moved her some more, she moved back and started snoring again. I moved her head, she stopped snoring. Then the nightmares hit! She kicked me and squirmed for the next hour. She finally moved to the end of the bed but the snoring and squirming continued. She really needs to find a new place to sleep. And at 5 am on the dot, she demands that hubby leave the bed, so that she may have his pillow to herself. I guess he will never be late for work! heh. I think I will go and throw the last load of stuff in the washer and lay down and die now! I have developed a massive headache and I just can’t keep my eyes open much longer, of course, I guess I will probably end up reading blog after blog and going cross eyed! So until next time…….

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!

It’s Monday Again!

How was everyone’s weekend? I guess my went OK.

Friday night went well, Little Miss went to Grandma’s for the night. BJ did come over, but The Boy and him went to play basketball at the park. They came home around 6, The Boy showered and left before 6:30, BJ stayed til around 7 but that was OK. He is a sweet boy. Well, I guess he isn’t a boy, he is around 24. But that is still a baby to me. The rest of the evening went well, until we decided we wanted a little Momma and Daddy time alone without the puppy. The door got closed and Daisy started whining and jumping on the door. I thought once the baby was older, this would get easier! Little did I know that Daisy felt it was her job to protect me. It was kinda funny that she just stared at hubby the rest of the night and wouldn’t have anything to do with him. heh!

Saturday I was conned and didn’t know it until later and the conner didn’t know he was conning me. I went out Saturday morning and hubby was cutting weeds around my big flower garden in the driveway and when he went to rest, I took over. I finished it and moved on to the weeds around the slab. People I was using a pair of scissors! The weed eater died at the end of last summer and Iwe have been a bit lazy about looking for one. OK, I may be a bit on the cheap side too! He wants one of those that cost about 350 bucks and I want to find a good used one for about 25 bucks. I don’t see me winning this one. Anyway, I cut weeds with scissors for a couple of hours. I ended up with 3 blisters and lost a bit of skin on 2 of my fingers! I discovered that using scissors for a long time wasn’t really good on someone with bad hands. So I spent the night with my hands hurting. But I got him back. He doesn’t like to watch stand up comedians, so I watched a couple of them. He tried to change the channel, but I discouraged it by telling him that I let him watch Reno 911 without bothering him. That is a man show if I ever saw one. Yes, it is funny at times, but mostly it is stupid just for the sake of being stupid!

I watched Jon Pinette first. I love this guy! He is hilarious, watch the clip…. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUlf1F05gTA go ahead I will wait. It is a little long, but worth it! *di,di,di,dum,dum,di,di,dum,dum

Funny isn’t he! My husband hates stand up shows. He can’t understand why I would watch it. I don’t understand why he would watch Reno 911 for 6 hours straight! He will watch Larry the Cable Guy. He will watch Bill Engvall if I am watching it and it is about to go off when he comes in. He might watch Jeff Foxworthy if it is an old one, but in general, he will wait until I am not paying attention and he will change the channel. So after I watched John Pinette, I watched Jeff Dunham. Don’t know him, watch the clip.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47DT41m86N4 Again I will wait….di,di,dum,di,di,dum,dum,ddi,di,dum. Funny right? I like him! Hubby actually sit still and watched it, somewhat, he chuckled a few times. Chuckled, I laughed my ass off!!!

I have been known to watch stand up shows and wait for the to get better! I mean they have to, don’t they? They got specials on Comedy Central, Look the word comedy is in the title of the channel. Comedy means funny, right? I have wasted an hour of my life saying things like, “It has to get better. After the next commercial. I know it will get better!” Only to giggle and say that was kinda cute, WTF goodnight, you’ve been a great audience! I want that hour back! That are the ones that really drive hubby insane! heh! OK, I admit it, sometimes I am just a bitch. Teach him to piss me off!

One of the hellions was going to spend the night with Little Miss, we didn’t say it was OK, but then again we didn’t say NO either, so I guess that was our bad. But we did find out how to get him to leave….Tell him he HAS to take a bath and when he has no clothes with him, offer him girl clothes. He wasn’t going to wear any old girl clothes! He would stay with Mammaw. It wasn’t our intention, but, hey, it worked. I must file this one away in my brain for future reference!

On another note, I won my books on Ebay. I went higher than I meant to, actually dumbass went higher than I intended to! As you might remember, he was bidding for me because I am too SLOOOOOWWWWW to figure out how to bid and win. I almost lost them by 2 bucks again! I would have been pissed! Anyway, he remembered to check it and discovered I was losing and upped the bid. I will never live down that I am so sloooooowwww I forget to check on my bids. Anyhow, I won. Now I have to pay for them. Damn it is a never ending cycle.

Money comes in and money goes out. Only it is going out faster than it is coming in, now I have been told to make a budget and stick to it! OK, I guess he no longer wants to be married to me! Every time he says, “Make a budget and make me stick to it!” we fight like cats and dogs! I swear, it is his idea and somehow I end up the bad guy! I get to hear how he works for the money and he wants to spend it. So I see a lot of arguments in our near future. Oh, well, I guess 20 years was a good run. heh!

We cleaned the office on Sunday, not a really good clean like we intended to do. We intended to clean the windows and wash down a few walls, but it didn’t happen. Neither was in the mood to clean, we attempted to turn around and go home a couple of times, we always thought better of it. It doesn’t pay that well, but it will pay a bill or two or get groceries. So I hate to give it up.

Speaking of grocery shopping, we went to pick up a few groceries yesterday. Damn! It has been a couple of months since I went, I managed to not fall down or have a stroke while we were shopping, but at checkout…. I almost shit myself! We came out of the store with nothing to eat and still spent about $75.00. We got 2 prescriptions, both generic, but for some reason mine was higher and about 10 bags and you know they don’t put but like 2 things in a bag. We bought chicken, we are not big chicken eaters here, got burned out on it the last time we were on a budget and it was about the only meat we could afford on the amount of money I allotted for food. We bought a pork roast, it was on sale, last day it could be sold. We bought a few canned goods, again on sale. We bought the no name brand Dr. Pepper. We didn’t really buy grocoeries and spent 75 bucks and I won’t even go into the gas. We bought gas for my car, damn, I am going to have to start riding a bike. *snicker* I can’t wait to blog about all the visions I had while in my coma from the stroke I had while riding my bike! *sigh*

Speaking of bikes, I am told we, meaning me and hubby, are going to start exercising on the days that BJ and The Boy don’t. Which would be Tuesday, Thursday and the weekends. Any bets on whether it will ever happen? And if it happens, how long will it last? I am thinking not long if it even happens. We would feel better I am sure, but we are lazy and we smoke. That is just 2 of the strikes against us.

I guess I should go and wash some clothes before we are forced to go nudist and clean the house a bit. A tornado run through over the weekend and FEMA has yet to show up! I swear my kids just try to find shit to pull out and leave for me to clean up. I have tried going on strike, they don’t care.

So until next time…….

HAVE AGREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!

Random Randomness

Another day of random thoughts, if I might say so myself, they seem to be the best post I have. I know they are the easiest to write.

Picture time……..

Little Miss Daisy has learned to beg! I blame my husband. He has shared everything he has eaten since the day she came into the house! He has never shared before, I don’t know what it is about Daisy……

 AAAHHHH!! Now I see it! Who could resist that face? She looks so small. Looks can be deceiving. She now takes up half of the couch when she stretches out.

 

She has high hopes! She will be disappointed! She just come through and said, “Mom, look what I just got!” I told her not to get her hopes too high, just look at me and she could see about what she was gonna have and it ain’t nowhere near that!!

A commercial thought….

Has anyone else noticed how orange Drew Barrymore looks in that new foundation ad?

And one more, the ad for the medicine to control genital herpes outbreaks and helps you to keep from passing it to your partner. Have you heard the part where it says, tell your doctor if you have complications….like you are HIV positive. Excuse me? If you are HIV positive, shouldn’t you be more worried about passing that on to your partner? Just wondering.

I have decided I am no longer a mommy blogger! I am now a blogger who happens to write about her kids, hubby, and pets! I have been reading about mommy bloggers getting a bad rap. Pimping their children out on line to make money, needing to save their money for the therapy the children will need in the future and such. I hope my child doesn’t need therapy in the future because my Google Ads are not making me much money, a buck thirty-seven balance! I am getting rich I tell you! (If you are reading this on Word Press, you are not seeing the ads, I don’t know if you can have ads on the free site, I haven’t seen a place that allows me to add an ad. And my BlogSpot one doesn’t get a lot of traffic. OK, Word Press doesn’t get much but it is WAY more than BlogSpot)

I just don’t get it, they are telling stories about their kids, not selling their bodies! I have yet to see one that shows a full frontal nudity shot, yes, a tub shot here or there, but no who who’s showing or any type of pornographic type of pics. Yes, they tell embarrassing stories, the kids are a couple of years old, by the time they grow up and have bullies old enough to Google them and find such embarrassing stories, what are the odds the blog will still be there? Or that the bullies will even think of it in the years to come.

I Googled myself, yes, I found my name attached to my blog, but I still don’t think it will get me in trouble. I also found out on a family tree thing, I only have 2 children and my oldest has my married name not my maiden name. So you can’t always believe what you read.

On other fronts, last night was the Bon Jovi concert. I had bid on and won tickets for my SIL and niece, she paid for them I just used my name. Well, she was worried that the tickets were faked and that she had given big bucks for a couple of pieces of paper. They were good and I am told that it was the best one they had been to. They have gone to the last couple but this was the best. He danced, he shook his butt, they drooled. The only complaints she had was it was HOT, someone had brought a new born baby and there were many DRUNK young ladies there and no men to be seen with them. She couldn’t believe someone would bring a baby even with little earplugs in place. And she feared the young ladies wouldn’t get home safely, be it a wreck or some sort of assault, I guess she felt they were drunk enough that some man might be able to take advantage of the situation. I am so GLAD that the tickets were good, I was afraid I would get a call telling me they had been ripped off. I can now breath a sigh of relief…….

I am EBaying. I have never really gotten into it. Hubby is always buying things off EBay, I haven’t really looked since we first got the horses and were getting things for them. He on the other hand is on Ebay every night, bidding on one thing or another and winning the stuff for the truck he drives at work. Wouldn’t be bad IF he OWNED the truck!!!! I never minded him bidding on things for his trucks, but a company truck? I could kill him. Anyways…. I had read a book a couple of years ago (that is so pitiful, I read a book a couple of years ago. *hang my head in shame* ) and I really enjoyed it. It was the first in a series of nine. I couldn’t remember the authors name and couldn’t find the book name anywhere and I had given up hope of getting the rest of the series read. Guess what! I was looking at some profiles on BlogSpot and I run across the name of the author! Jan Karon!!! The Mitford series of books. I got on EBay and did me a little search. I found the whole series up for auction. I placed my bid and promptly forgot to keep an eye on it! I lost the auction in the last 10 minutes! BY $2.03!!!! I was bummed! *pout pout* I mentioned to my husband how I had lost the books I wanted. He told me I didn’t know how to bid! That was not helpful! I found another set and now he is bidding on them for me. I can blame him if I lose this time. He hates for me to get books, I read them until I get done. Housework be damned! Supper be damned! Sex be, OK I choose sex over books, but I will sit up all night and read, so maybe sex be damned. I can just get back up and read so…… Wish me luck!

Hoping Little Miss goes to Grandma’s tonight. I don’t know if BJ will come and workout with The Boy again tonight, they have been working out Monday, Wednesday and Friday, but this week they have been off. He came Monday, Tuesday and yesterday. They have a weight bench, a incline bench and a punching bag and I have no idea what else, they just keep adding. I think Little Miss has a crush on BJ, she says NO, but she sure is excited on the days he is coming and bummed on the days he don’t. She works out with them, BJ says he won’t let her get hurt, I worry. My 50 pound daughter can bench press 45 pounds! I don’t know if I could bench press 45 pounds. She only does a few before they make her stop, but they have many other exercises for her and they let her walk the 2 miles with them. Keeps her busy for a couple of hours. Now if I could figure out how to work in a nap time at that hour. Or maybe a little afternoon delight. HUM……

I guess I should go and get the house cleaned up. I don’t want to, but hubby frowns on the carpet being covered with dog hair and grass for to many days in a row. I can’t seem to convince him that it would be a great job for him. I also need to clean up the massacre in the kitchen and clean the chunks out of the kids bathroom in case BJ decides to shower here before going out, I hate for anyone to see the bathroom looking like it does after a week of the kids! So until next time…..

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!!

 

 

Random chit running around my brain.

Today we will be touring my brain. Please keep your arms and legs inside the car, do not feed any of the weird things we run across and please, please do not litter. There is enough shit in there and no further garbage is needed.

Our first stop will be here, where I am trying to figure out if that fish in the Captain D’s commercial is some sort of serial killer. He is in fact forcibly feeding other fish to people. Really, beating the hell out of people and putting a plate full of fish in front of them. Would he be a mass murderer or a serial killer? What he is doing can’t be right in the fish world.

Speaking of mass murder sites, if CSI came in my house would they be able to tell that the blood currently all over the kitchen floor is because the dog is in heat (yes, again I missed getting her fixed.)? Or would they haul my ass to jail and then figure it out?

Why is it that in every CSI episode, they use flashlights instead of just turning on the lights? I nearly scream at the TV, “Turn the damn lights on!” Can they see better with a flashlight? And if they must use a flashlight, why not use one of those huge lights instead of that little pen light?

Though not really related to this, but going on in the same area……

Since when has a shooting not been considered a murder investigation from the start? I was watching TV and I heard a news preview. This was their exact words…..” A shooting in a small town has lead to a murder investigation. Get the latest tonight at 6.” WTF. Someone gets shot and they have to think about it before deciding to investigate. I always thought a shooting was murder until proven an accident. I could see, maybe a shooting during a hunting trip, but this person was found in their home!

On to our next section, you never know what you might find.

That puppy is on crack! I don’t know where she found it, but good Lord, where the hell does she get so much energy? She was on the cable for all of 15 minutes. But she runs from one end of the house to the other and jumps on every bed in between and the couch too. And gets in my face to give me love, why? She jumps, licks and runs. Wash, rinse and repeat.

Daisy really is smart. She got “Not Yours!” from day one. She has figured out that people are under the covers and if she wants to lick skin, she must go under the covers. And that when Little Miss covers her head in the morning, in an effort to avoid getting woke up, that she didn’t disappear, she just has to go under the covers to get to her. She has also learned that white thing in the kitchen, when it is opened, food comes out! And when the black thing beeps, warm food! And if a person goes into the kitchen, there is a chance they might drop food and if she is quick enough, she will get it. And that silver thing that gets hot, burns the hell out of your nose if you stick it to the rack! But it may be worth it if a little grease gets dripped in the floor!

Now if we could just teach her the difference between Little Miss knocking on the wall and someone knocking on the door. Every time Little Miss knocks on her bedroom wall to get our attention, Daisy runs to the door waiting for you to open it. She doesn’t bark, she just sits there and looks at you like you are an idiot for not answering the door. If she only knew!!!!

I have decided to call leftovers, Reruns! When they ask whats for dinner and I say the dreaded phrase, what ever is in the fridge, warmed up, you would think, I just told them we were eating the dogs! But they will watch reruns on TV until they know it word for word! So no more leftovers, we will be having reruns instead.

My, a good idea! Let’s see what is going on over there, please watch run step……

How they hell can they sell trucks for half price? If they can sell them for half off because gas prices have gone up, can’t they sell them that cheap all the time? I understand, gas has gone up, people are buying smaller, more gas efficient cars. They have to have a way to get them to buy the trucks. But why buy a truck for the same price as a car and still have to pay damn near $4. a gallon for gas? Do advertisers not think? Or do they think we are stupid? 15 thousand bucks to buy a car that gets 30 miles to the gallon or 15 thousand to buy a truck that gets 20 miles to the gallon, hum…… But the truck is half off!!!!! I think I will buy the gas guzzling truck! Does it make sense to anyone else?

On to the other side of the gray matter……..

Why the hell can my husband take up 2/3 of the bed for 20 years, but I take up a little over half the bed for the last few months and suddenly we need to rethink our sleeping arrangements!?! Since my back has been bothering me, I can’t sleep straight on my hip and I can’t sleep on my stomach, so I put a pillow under my chest and stomach to lean on and I take up a little more room.  Now all of the sudden, it’s not right to not share the bed equally. I get it, he is 6′2, 218 and I am 5′0, 100 plus pounds, he needs more room, but shouldn’t I get a little bed too. And now the puppy is sleeping in there too, I get like an inch of bed. I could sleep on my back, but NO!!! He claims I snore on my back. He claims that I have even woke the puppy up when I get on my back. He snores every way he lays. But I guess he is a man and it is OK!!!!

And back over here, is a memory of the time my SIL’s washer flooded part of her house……Past the whole incident, past the whole crying and why my house stuff. We are now up to when she asked me to be there when the insurance guy comes so she doesn’t get screwed over and to ask questions of him……..

This man thinks we are idiots! I am not an idiot! Yes sheet rock is made wet, but it will crumble if it gets wet again. No, it will not just dry and go back to the way it was. It will bubble out and crack up. If it was OK for sheet rock to get wet, they wouldn’t store it inside!!!! It wouldn’t be taking up precious indoor space it would be out there on the wood yard! No carpet shouldn’t stand in water! Not so bad on the carpet, but the wood under it, not so good for it! Why yes, you can dry the carpet, pad and even the wood, but the wood will still buck up in the future. And it could even cause a soft spot in the floor. Why yes, Mr Insurance Adjuster, I do seem to know a few things. What is that you say? I am misinformed!!! Well, I guess we can call my dad and have him come over and put in his 2 cents worth. What? You have other appointments? You must leave now and you will call my SIL in a few days? Well, SIL, you are screwed! And in the end she was. They dried up the carpet and such and had her cabinets touched up just a little. Now the carpet is coming out in clumps and the linoleum has shrunk and she has a gap between the carpet and linoleum and there is nothing she can do about it.

Why do men think women are stupid? That we can’t be somewhat informed? I have been reading a lot about how PR people are treating SAHMs like trash or idiots. *sniffle, sniffle.* (I don’t have PR people contacting me. Note to self….. Get a group of followers, get PR people to contact you, start a new blog just for making money. *sniffle sniffle* OK.) Just because we can stay at home with our kids, don’t mean we are idiots! Some of the stupidest people I know have jobs outside of the home!

It’s not SAHMs or women who are stupid it is, in fact, men! Not only do they not give women credit for their intelligence but they can’t take a hint. What part of the words….. We have the house all to ourselves, the kids are gone for the night……. Means PARTY! Grab the beer and come on in!  Next time I think I will just say, “Could you give us a minute or two? I would like to rip my husband’s clothes off, throw him on the ground and have my way with him! Shouldn’t take us too long. I will send him out when I am done with him!” Would they wait or would they run screaming out of the yard? And how long would it take my husband to recover from the shock of me saying it? Would I ever get to take advantage of him?

One last area, it is a little cramped over here, if you could just stand closer together. I don’t know if it is a lot of thoughts or just a very little space. * I haven’t watched The Cosby Show in years.* Please watch out for the flying random thoughts. They mean no harm, they just don’t pay attention. *Oh, its the one where Sondra has the twins.* Another passing thought, I did mention for you to pay attention.

When the hell did the US get Super Delegates? What are they? Some sort of super hero who swoops in and saves us from ourselves? I have never heard of them before. Have they always been there and never needed? Who chose them? I don’t remember anyone asking me if I wanted to do it. I don’t remember anyone asking me who I wanted to do it. What makes them so special that they can decide who they want to be the candidate? And would Obama be so gung ho about how they should vote for the one who gets the most popular vote, if he was running behind in the popular vote? I want to be a Super Delegate, I hear they can be bought! I need money, I too could go for the highest bidder. Take money from both and then vote for who I want to! heh! I mean what the hell could they do? Complain? I gave her thousands of dollars to vote for me! And she went the other way! Paying someone, isn’t that bribery? And isn’t that a crime? I guess it is not bribery, its a donation to a worthy cause. Can I be the worthy cause? I should run for president, I think I could turn everything around.

I see another post in the making. I hope you enjoyed the tour. Thank you for spending time here listening to the random toughts that take up space in my brain. Tomorrow, we may hear the thoughts on a presidential run, perhaps a few thoughts for a running mate and cabinet choices. Until next visit…..

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!!

 

 

 

God has a sense of humor!

I swear, I never thought about it until I realized God was laughing his ass off and asking himself, ‘What else can I do to her?” I think I have said it before but it is worth mentioning again. Never and I mean never complain about a relative or anyone else when pregnant and never complain about someone too often. What will it get you, you may ask. A plague of locust? No. A lot of boils? Nah. Swarms of bees? That is child’s play. No he gets even! A vengeful God? No, he just has a twisted sense of humor! I would rather enjoy it if he wasn’t aiming it at me!

Let me explain. I have a couple of cousins and for years I have complained and fumed about them. One of them is a really picky eater and has a phobia of germs. At family dinners he has to be the first person to the table, or he can’t eat, germs you know. He gets half a plate of turkey and a dozen deviled eggs, he pours ketchup over the turkey and takes the entire 2 liter coke to the table with him. He picks at the food. The tiniest piece of fat and he will pick half of the meat off to make sure he has it all. He rarely eats all of the deviled eggs, he just wants to make sure he has enough to last him, because after others have been at the table he can’t get more. I have complained to no end about him, he drives me crazy! And he has suddenly developed an allergy that he has never had before, so he must have food cooked special for him. His mom usually brings it for him, of course we are all welcome to it after he is done with it. Well, when I was pregnant with my oldest son, I complained about how picky my cousin was, God was paying attention. I got my own little picky eater. Oh, he wasn’t as bad as my cousin, but picky still the same.

I have another cousin who shall I say has a…………. medical problem. I am not sure if it is mental or physical. She is the type to read the side effects on medicine and develop all of the side effects. I swear if it said testicle swelling was a side effect, she would grow a pair so they could swell! She has been to a butt load of doctors, as long as they were running test, giving her the bless your heart treatment and giving her medicine to take, they were the best in their field. As soon as they said, I can’t seem to find a problem with you, they were the biggest quacks the world has ever seen and should lose their license to practice medicine! This is where God’s twisted sense of humor really comes into play! I seem to not be able to find a doctor to diagnose me! Yes, after years of griping about how much of a hypochondriac she is and telling anyone in the family who would listen to me about how tired I was of listening to her laundry list of problems. How her symptoms come and go when they are convenient to suffer from them. How she needed therapy not medicine. How she had the problems when she felt she was not getting the attention she so rightly deserved, I mean she does have a butt load of symptoms that  must not be ignored *sarcasm so thick it can be cut with a knife*

Here are a few of her symptoms that come and go: extreme claustrophobia (but she can close herself up in the bedroom for hours on end), fear of public places (but she can go with the church to Six Flags), fear of speaking in public (but she sang at Six Flags and sings in a band), seizures ( she stares off in space for a few minutes and her mom hovers over her like she is having a grand mal seizure, it must be said she “had” a “seizure” while hooked up to an EEG and nothing showed up.), she has extreme panic attacks (this is usually the start of the seizure, or so I am told), her heart skips several beats at a time (though it never shows up on an EKG), she has several food allergies including nuts (but can eat my mom’s lemon lush providing she doesn’t eat the pecans on top, the fuckin crust is graham crackers and pecans! And she can eat peanut butter.), she has diabetes and low sugar (huh?), she turns carbs in to fat not energy (don’t we all?), she has no energy (she has no desire to get up, she doesn’t feel well enough to get out of bed. I call it lazy.), and she can’t stand the heat (the thermostat must be set on 60* or she roast). Her “seizures” come on often when others are getting attention such as funerals or  when our granddaddy was in heart failure. She tends to get “sick” when people won’t allow her to talk about how bad she feels or totally ignore her “seizures” or talk of her medicines. She will suddenly feel bad and go to bed for the remainder of whatever family event is going on.

Well, still not seeing God’s sense of humor? She called me last night, said she wanted to share her diagnoses with me because I sound so much like her! Starting to see it? According to her, my mom had been telling her mom about some of the things going on with me, not so much the symptoms (this wasn’t any of her business, that is what she told me, honest!) but how I was having a problem with getting a diagnosis. She knew exactly how that felt! But she wanted to share her diagnosis with me and I could take this to the doctor and they could check for them. I swear to you that is why she called, she knows none of my symptoms, or only a couple of them, such as the tremors (I call it shaking and really it isn’t much more than an annoyance when I am trying to do things), fatigue (Hey, I have the desire to do things I just don’t have the energy to do them, it’s called old age!), muscle weakness (I have strength, I have no grip.) and low blood pressure (OK I give her this one, but it is not dangerous low!) I am not a stupid person! I was not going to hand the doctor a list of diseases and say I think I may have this without actually knowing what they were. I checked them out. Webmd a great way to look for symptoms of different things.

I should say she said she was diagnosed with two of these and before it was over she had all four. I don’t think she has any of them, but I will not say she doesn’t, they don’t sound like anything she said they were. Two are very rare! She had the symptoms she told me attached to the wrong disease and some of the symptoms she told me aren’t even listed as symptoms. So here is what she said is wrong with me and a short list of symptoms and causes……

Dysautonomia- This is a RARE genetic disorder, it usually affects people of Eastern European Jewish heritage. I don’t remember this in the family tree but I could have missed it.

Symptoms: Diminished sensitivity to pain, lack of over  flowing tearing in the eyes, a decrease in knob-like projections that cover the tongue, unusual fluctuations in body temperature, unstable blood pressure.

These symptoms are apparent at BIRTH!!!! But she was just recently diagnosed with it! People she is 36 years old!!!

Addison’s disease….. This I have heard of!

Symptoms: Fatigue and muscle weakness that worsen over time, weight loss (she had gastric bypass about 6 months ago), loss of appetite, darkening of the skin (over new scars,in skin folds, on lips, over joints, creases of palms, and nipples), lghtheadedness or fainting, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea and abdominal pains, craving salty food and shaking from low blood sugar, difficulty concentrating, increased irritability and depression.

OK,  profound weight loss is a common symptom, I DO NOT have this problem!!!! And come to think of it, if she had this problem she would not have had to have gastric bypass!

Empty Sella Syndrome…..

This a RARE inherited disorder, it has something to do with the fluid in the brain or on the brain or in a part of the brain. She said it was her pituitary gland or something too do with her pituitary gland laying in the sac instead of staying upright in it. I don’t know, I was half listening at this point.

Symptoms: Unusual facial features, highly arched palate, moderate short stature, increased bone density and normal pituitary function

I may not be all that pretty but unusual facial features, I don’t think so and I am short, but really not what is wrong with me.

There is a secondary form it is caused by another underlying disorder or defect, ie surgery or radiation therapy.

Again not me!

Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy (RSD)

Characterised by unrelenting pain (described as an intense burning type pain), swelling,discoloration, temperature and physical changes in the affected body part. Typically follows trauma or surgery to an extremity follows injury by days or months. Characterized by an overactive sympathetic nervous system response. Pain is progressive and severe, it spreads throughout the affected limb, does not follow nerve pattern. Reduced range of motion, swelling, excessive sweating of the affected limb, problems initiating movement, weakness and spasms. Tremors and distonia (prolonged contraction of the limb)

Type 1 is not associated with nerve injury.

Type 2 can be traced to a nerve injury.

Broad subgroups- Contiguous spread- involves gradual enlargement of area.

                            Independent spread- appears at distant sites.

                            Mirror spread- spread to same area, different limb.

It must be said not all doctors believe this diagnoses, of course a few years ago Fibromalagia was thought to be all in peoples head.

I can honestly say I do NOT have any of these things!!!! I have researched a few things and MS does fit it the best, but hundreds of things mimic MS. Some I can say without a doubt not that, others, I can say, HUM, I wonder. I try not to dwell on what it is, though at times, I just wish I knew. Hell, it may end up to be all in my head! I don’t know. I have people say don’t give up, the doctors all thought I was nuts, then I got diagnosed with MS and they said they should have caught that. I hope it is not MS, I hope it is something I can take a pill for and never be bothered by it again. These diseases do not even come close to my symptoms really.

See why I say God has a twisted sense of humor. Doctors think I am a nut at times. Oh, well, now I know what I don’t have!

(Dear God, this is all said in humor! Please don’t strike me down! heh!)

OK, now that I have complained about my crazy ass cousin, I can go! Until next time…..

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!

A quick meme….

Devilish Southern Belle tagged me with a meme, so I will give it a try…..

10 weirdo random facts or habits…..

1. I love long fingernails. When I finally get my nails to a length I like, I break one, then another, then another until I have like 2 long nails and I have to cut them off!

2.  I write list everyday. From drink my coffee to put the dogs out to go to the bathroom. I f I don’t have my list I forget to do it. Even though I write my list as I drink my coffee.

3. If it ain’t on the calender, it ain’t goin to happen. Doctor appointments, not on the calender, ain’t going to be there.

4. When I eat a Reese’s Cup, I must eat around the outside first, then tackle the peanut buttery goodness.

5.  I need a haircut NOW, but I can’t find one I like.

6. I hate change! I need order. From the certain order I must read my blogs to the order in which I cable the dogs outside. Ditto for the order I feed the dogs.

7.  I hate computers, they hate me, so no love lost! Funny how much I love to blog, considering that I couldn’t blog without a computer.

8. I watch Gilmore Girls twice a day, if I miss an episode, I get ill.

9. No secret, I hate doctors!

10. I am currently waiting for the second day for the best neurologist in Alabama, to call me back and set up an appointment. I don’t know if he is the best, but that is what I am told. I am told he can figure out what is wrong when no one else can. So if he is reading….. Call Me PLEASE!!!!!!

So I guess I should tag somebody……. So how about http://www.temporarilyme.com/ , http://queenofshake-shake.blogspot.com/, http://playgroupsarenoplaceforchildren.com/ and http://anglophilefootballfanatic.wordpress.com/ and whoever wants to do it. Leave me a comment if you choose to do it and I will check out your answers.

Dear Inconsiderate Sick Person,

Dear Inconsiderate Sick Person,

I would like to introduce myself to you. I am the person that come across you when you were sick. I don’t know if you had the flu or just a spring cold, but I do know that you were kind enough to give it to me.

I would like to thank you for the sniffling, sneezing, snotty nose, coughing up a lung germ you so kindly shared with me. I don’t have enough problems without it. I mean the rash is finally subsiding, the burning has lessened to a nice warm feeling and the itching has come to a small annoying problem. It has been replaced with a runny nose, a cough that shakes my whole body, sore, burning throat and burning, phlegm filled lungs. Thank you from the bottom of my aching chest! I guess I should thank you for making my cigarettes taste like shit, makes me not want one, the problem lays with the fact that I can actually breathe through my nose when I smoke. So thank you, I am now smoking and not enjoying them.

You may not have known when you shared your germs with me, I am one of those quirky people who can’t just run into the drug store and grab any ole cold medicine. No I have an irregular heart rate and some cold medicines send me to the ER with a heart rate in excess of 200 beats per minute. So thank you, I am stuck with either ineffective antihistamines or the high dollar for high blood pressure type of cold medicine. Or I could go to the doctor and get a high dollar prescription. Or I can do as I often do, suffer. I generally stay sick longer than the rest of my family, so thank you, I will not only feel bad, I can go through the whole, ” I feel better, why aren’t you any better. I wish you would get over this, I am tired of you being sick.”

So inconsiderate sick person, the next time you are not feeling well, please for the sake of all that is good in the world, please remain in your home until you are feeling 200% better. Please do not run to the store to pick up something, please do not go to the grocery store, please do not run out to pay a bill. If you will only call me, I will go to your home and pick up your money, after spraying it with Lysol, and go and get it or do it for you. I will leave your items at your door and after I have left your yard, you can get it off of your porch.

I don’t want to appear to be whiny, but I am not a nice sick person, ask my family. Again Thank You! My family Thanks you also, for they have to live with me.

Sincerely,

The person you gave your cold to

And while I am at it and in a bitchy mood…….

Dear Ass Wipe From the Insurance Company,

I can not believe that you denied the appeal of Skylar Holmes. He needs the physical therapy and he cannot get the type he needs out of his home. What kind of rat bastard are you? I can only hope you never have to deal with any of what he or his family has to deal with. The physical and emotional strength they have to have is incredible without having to fight tooth and nail to get him the help he needs. My hope for you, is you never need the insurance company to approve a needed treatment or therapy. That you never have to jump through hoops to get what you need, only to have it denied.

I do understand that this is a business. And a business is there to make money, but how heartless must you be to deny a much needed treatment. I understand denying an experimental treatment, I may not agree with it, but I understand it. But to deny basic physical therapy, I do not understand. Yes I am sure his medical bills have more than exceeded his annual benefit amounts, but get a grip, he is a human being in need of a medical treatment. Have a heart, don’t look at the bottom line, look at the person and the need. I know he is not the only person who is denied on a daily basis, but perhaps, the people should be more important than the bottom line.

There are no words to describe how I and many others feel about the insurance business. Yes, people get medical treatment they could not afford in any other way by having insurance. I am one of these people. Yes medical cost are skyrocketing, but I know for a fact that this insurance company only pays $515.00 of the submitted charges of $1174.00 for an MRI. This is a savings for you, the insurance company, of $659. 00, over what someone without insurance would pay. Yes, some people abuse the privilege of having insurance, but some people pay for it and never use it.

I wish I could change the mind of what ever rat bastard denied this appeal.  But I know this will do no good. So I will continue to pray for him and hope that everyone will continue to donate to the funds that are set up for his medical care. Everyone has been so very generous, I guess some people still care.

So in closing, I again hope that you never have to go through what he or his family must go through everyday. But it is my hope, if you do, that you don’t get a rat bastard, cold hearted, bottom line type of ass that denies your appeals for needed treatment.

Sincerely,

Someone who gives a shit!

 

Whatta CRAPTASTIC weekend!!!

With all of the sappy husband post at the end of the week, I completely forgot to tell you my old crapper car broke down Wednesday night. It was marvelous! We went to clean the office and about 10 miles from there old crapper started making this God awful sound, hubby said a tire had separated, he pulled off the side of the interstate and inquired as to whether or not I actually had a spare tire in the trunk. Now this would have been a good question if I had known the answer to it. My thoughts were I doubted I had a spare or a jack. As luck would have it, we didn’t have to find out, though I really should check for the future. Little crapper had shredded the belt. This car has one belt on it to run everything and it decided it would be great to shred the damn thing. So he eases it up to the next exit, so we won’t be killed by a runaway car, and we think.

We don’t have a cell phone, we had one, never used it, got rid of it and its high bill. Now he has his company phone, the cheap ass company programmed the phone so you can only call numbers stored in the phone, OH and 911. Well, 911 wouldn’t consider this an emergency. He tries The Boy, he is at home and outside, his phone in the house. We try the boss’ son, he is outside with The Boy, his phone is in the car. We try both cousins, who happen to work with Hubby, they turn the phones off while going out of the drive at work! The office is closed, no one to answer the phone there. We try The Boy again, Little Miss answers the phone! Yea, Little Miss! She gets her brother, he gets the cousins and they come and get us. Only sit on the side of the road for 2 hours!

Little crapper, being a Chevy, is a pain in the ass to work on! You have to remove the motor mount to get the belt back on. So Hubby decides I will be car less until the weekend! I run around like an idiot making arrangements to get Little Miss to and from school, it all worked out, but I hate being without a car! I rarely go, but I like a car for when I want to.

Friday, oh Friday, the Spring Fling at the school. Now that is one wonderful thing *can you see the sarcasm dripping?*. Four million children running around and only 2 adults. The school had Fun Day for the kids that sold shit for the fund raiser, my child did, I didn’t want to, but they con these kids well at school. Oh the prizes they get just for selling. *Cheap shit, that tears up in less than a minute and then the parents get to listen to it for hours on end.* Sell 165 items and get this Ipod!!!! Sell 1 item and get this string! Yes, I would rather give her my lungs than sell this shit. But sell she must, because she wants the Ipod, I tell her she won’t get the Ipod, but if she sells just 5 items she will be put in a drawing to win an Ipod. Did I mention the cheapest thing in this book is like $8.50? Did I mention she didn’t win the drawing? Did I mention, it wasn’t an actual Ipod, but a radio shaped like an Iod? Anyway….

She gets to go to Fun Day for free. Those who didn’t sell can purchase an armband for 10 bucks and enjoy the Inflatables, or if you buy an armband for Spring Fling, you can go to Fun Day for only 5 bucks. The armband for Spring Fling, $15. or buy one in advance for $14. We bought one in advance not to save the buck, but my sanity! I got tired of hearing about buying the armband! She could stay after school, but I would have to sign her out by 4 or she would have to sit in the lunchroom until I did. Spring Fling lasts until 6:30. Not only do they offer inflatable fun, but they have games to play too! 25 cents a ticket or 25 tickets for 5 bucks. I gave her 5 bucks. With her armband purchase she would receive a hot dog, drink and chips. Wow, now that’s a deal! I could have saved my money and threw her around the yard for cheaper. Can you tell I hate this school? Yes, I hate this school. So my mom comes and gets me and we go to Spring Fling, You would think an afternoon of inflatables and she would be tired of them, nooo, they only got 30 minutes for Fun Day! I would have been pissed if I would have given 10 bucks for an armband! Anyway….

We get there and she has 2 tickets left, seems she has a friend who has no tickets, so she shares her’s. Nice only I don’t like this kid, she keeps Little Miss in trouble whenever she is around. Like Little Miss can’t find her own trouble. But anyway, she wants more money, I gave her the 5 bucks I thought to bring just in case she required more money. I only brought 5 bucks with me, for I know this child, if I had a hundred dollars with me, she would have found a way to spend it. Of course she came back 10 more times for money and I was a bad momma, but who cares. She managed to twist her foot, she jumped from the top of the inflatable slide and landed at the bottom on her foot. Though sore, she has survived. She was able to go and spend the night with Grandma.

So now my craptastic weekend started! Friday night I started itching. My legs, back and stomach. Nothing major, just right annoying. Saturday morning I went to get dressed and noticed a rash. Arms, legs, stomach, and back. Amazing all the places I had been scratching. Quick rundown of any changes, none. The only new thing is the Aleve twice a day. I guess it finally built up in my system and decided to cause a rash and itching. All day the itching got worse. I worked in my flower garden, getting the weeds out and trying to figure out what I needed and what I had and I scratched. I took 2 Benadryls every 4 hours, it didn’t touch this itching! I took a bath in Hydracortisone cream, it didn’t help! Saturday night, when I went to get in the shower, I discovered just how much I had scratched and clawed at my sides. I had bruises all over my ribs, under my arms and across my hips!!!!! Hundreds of bruises and I am not exaggerating! I couldn’t believe it! I clawed all night, but now my skin hurts to touch it, could have something to do with the bruises.

Sunday, I went to mom’s, she cringed when she looked at it! For a mom to cringe it has to be bad. We went to clean the office and I finished my flower garden. Little Miss announced that she was sick and promptly  puked in the floor, I tried to walk and stayed up, so that I would feel better, we ate at my MIL, I ended up with diarrhea. The TV died!  To say my weekend sucked would be a massive understatement! And did I happen to tell you, that Aunt Flo showed up Sunday morning, a full week and a half early? Well, she did, bring with her all the cramps, bloating and undesirable things she finds it humorous to bring with her.

So here it is Monday and I am still itching, though it has become more of a burning like hell thing, it still itches and my eyes are starting to swell and my throat is burning and sore. Little Miss is home from school, upset stomach and diarrhea, she had a little fever last night, but it is gone this morning. She must be feeling a bit better, she is requesting food. My car is fixed, a little cussing goes along way, that’s how hubby got the belt on. And the TV, still dead! We moved the little 19 inch on into the living room and I have discovered after looking at a 52 inch screen, I need glasses to see this little ass thing! And staying up and walking, doesn’t help the old back! I was barely able to walk last night and not doing really wonderful today, but I shall survive!

Hubby wants me to make an appointment with a different doctor, to find out what is causing all of my problems, he thinks that my back is just another symptom to go with the rest of them. I called, you have to leave a message and they will call you back. I am waiting, I doubt it will do any good, but I will try.

Two good things and I will go and try to dig some dirt out of this house. For 5 days, Daisy has been out of her pen at night, Bella butt is in heat and she has to have it to keep her off the carpet and furniture. Anyway, Daisy has been sleeping with hubby and I, she has been pee free!!!!! No middle of the night accidents! No during the day accidents! I am so proud!!! Although I would prefer different sleeping arrangements, she sleeps either with her feet in my back or laying across my legs, she has been doing great. She has even quit complaining about having to be on the cable during the day when she is outside.

Good thing number two…. I got a few seed packets and a little mini greenhouse to start them out in. I got Bachelor Buttons, Forget me nots, Zinnias, Sweet Williams and Nasturtium. I even got a few clippings off my pink dogwood in hopes of rooting them. I have never had much luck with seeds before, I usually plant them in the garden and think they are weeds when they come up and yank them, so maybe starting them inside I will have better luck. The Nasturtium , I don’t think I have ever seen, I hope I like them. All but one of them are annuals, so if I don’t like them I only have them one year. Of course I put out inpatients one year and they were suppose to be annuals and they kept coming back. And I have never been able to root anything, but I hope the dogwood roots. Little Miss stuck an orange seed in dirt and I have a orange tree in the house, what the hell I am going to do with it when it outgrows the pot, I don’t have a clue, but, I have it anyway. Maybe in 10 years I will get oranges off it. It’s like 6-8 inches tall now, I guess at some point I will have to put it outside, but I think I will let it get bigger first. So I am off to clean the house unless somebody wants to volunteer to do it for me. Hey, you in the back, did I see you volunteer? No, Oh, well, it was worth a try! Until next time……

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!

little note…… One the 18th, I had my best day ever on Word Press….93 visitors!!!! I had hoped for a triple digit day, but alas, fell a little short! If you add the BlogSpot visitors I did have a triple digit day. I know it is silly, with people getting thousands of visitors a day out there, but for little ‘ole me to get that kind of love, I was in heaven! Thanks!!!!!!

How the hell does he keep surviving!

I am not complaining, I am glad he keeps surviving, despite what the woman at the life insurance place says. Hey, she was the one offering to take care of him for half the 100 thou! hehe!

On the way to the doctor’s office my hubby and I run down a list of injuries and accidents he has had over the years. We have no idea why he has neck or back problems, see if you can figure it out.

Going back a bit, but it is worth mentioning that, despite my husbands claims, he did receive injuries before I showed up in his life.

Age 1- Nearly lost his pinkie finger in a vent. How much fun is it to stick your finger in a vent and pull it back out? Depends on whether your mom can handle the sight of blood! He has a wonderful scar that runs almost all the way around his pinkie.

Age 2- Fell of the bed and broke his leg. This is the story I keep hearing. I think he jumped, he denies it. Wore out 5 cast in 6 weeks! I guess you can’t keep a boy down.

Age 3- 15- Various injuries, too numerous to mention and I don’t know a lot of them but he has a few scars.

Age 15- Motorcycle wreck, road rash on his thigh, back, calf and arm. The only remaining scar is the really rough patch of scarring on his thigh. Also run into a barbed wire fence running from a girl. I still say he was looking back to see if she was catching up. Scar on his ear. Tell me how you get a scar on your ear unless you are looking back! And various 4 wheeler wrecks.

Age 16- Blew the hood off the VW Bug, no injuries or scars but still worth mentioning! He hit a creek at high speeds. He is a daredevil.

Age 17- Almost lost a finger fixing the chain on his bicycle. Yes, I was the cause of this. His car was tore up and I said I wish he could come over, so he grabbed his bike and rode about 6 miles to visit. The chain came off and he thought he could reach down and get it back on track while still riding. Never attempt this, he came in and said he needed a band aid and would have to be on his way, he didn’t want to ride in the dark. What he needed was stitches! Wrecked the 4 wheeler to many times to count. Biggest injury, my leg trapped between the 4 wheeler and a tree. Wrecked the S10, no major injuries. Flipped the S10, again luckily, no major injuries just real sore!

Ages 17 to 26-  Various daddy related injuries. Wrestling moves performed by the boys gone wrong, baseballs to the groin area, knees to the groin area, head butts and such. No major injuries and still in shock that we managed to have a third child.

Age 27- 18 wheeler wreck. As he was turning into a parts store parking lot, a car ran across the road, run through a ditch and ran under his front tire, fuel tank and the next axle of tires. Hubby came out with a twisted ankle, trying to get out of the truck. The man driving, tried to blame my husband for the wreck! As we all know truck drivers are always at fault! The guy should have been Thanking God, he only got a bloody nose! He could have been crushed! The police laughed at him and said there was no way my husband was at fault! The guy had no insurance and it cost a small fortune to fix the damage.

Age 29- Flipped the Peterbilt and slid 277 feet! He also lost a load of sand, about 29 tons of sand. He wasn’t wearing a seat belt, it is amazingly what saved him! The seat belt would have held him in place and his face would have slid along the road. I got a call at 7 am, went something like this….

Honey, I am OK!

What happened?

I had a wreck, I am OK! A nurse was behind me, she said I was fine!

I’ll be right there! Where are you?

I’m at the hairpin curve right outside the sandplant. Don’t come here, I will be home in a little while! I have to wait til they get a loader to get the sand out of the road, call a wrecker to get  the truck home, and talk to the police some more. I’m OK. I am using somebody else’s phone, I need to go.

Why aren’t you using your phone?

I can’t find it. I need to go. Love You!

What happened? Sand in the road doesn’t sound good.

Just remember I. AM. OK. I flipped the truck on its side and slid down the road.

I am on my way!!!!!

NO! I will be home shortly. I LOVE YOU!

I love you too, I just need to see you with my own eyes to KNOW that you are OK!

I am. See you in a little while, gotta go, the police need to ask me a few questions. Love ya!

Love you too.

I sat at home in a near PANIC for the next 10 hours! He stayed with his truck until the wrecker got it upright and brought it home. I met him at the end of the driveway!!!! The wrecker almost hit me, I didn’t care! The truck was totaled and we had to pay the state for removing the sand from the road, and it cost $1000.  for the wrecker. He missed a speeding ticket by 2 feet. The police measured the skid marks, or the paint on the road, and estimated the speed. Two feet more and he would have gotten a speeding ticket! He admits to going to fast around the curve and the front tire went off the edge of the road and it flipped.

It took me a couple of hours, but I finally let go of him and convinced him to go to the ER. He refused to go from the scene. He had whiplash and a ton of cuts and bruises. He had a cut on his neck, from a piece of plastic off of his CB, that was an inch long. It should have had stitches, as with other cuts he had, but the time limit had passed. He is rather proud of the scar on his neck!

Age 30- Stepped off the steps of the Freightliner and into a knee deep hole in a parking lot. This little oversight of looking put him in the floor for 3 months and started the LONG road of back surgeries. We had surgery number 4 a bit ago and I am proud to say, finally got him fixed!!!!!

Ages 31-37- minor scraps and such. But with the back problems, he continually had pain.

Age 38- Riding a Moffet, a 3 wheel piece of equipment similar to a forklift, had it slide backwards down a hill and tumble on to its back causing him to ram his head into the roof of it. Headache, sore neck and shoulder pain. (He landed on his shoulder before it was all over). Refused to go to the doctor or ER. Can you say Workman’s comp? My husband can’t!!! Also had a tie down bar smack him in the side of the head. He calls it his, “Yes Mother” stick. About 3 foot long, solid metal bar! He refused to go to the ER.  Didn’t mention it to the boss. Also got hit in the head with the metal end of a tie down strap. Again, his boss was never told, despite the fact there was 4 witnesses to the incident and his shirt was covered with blood!!! Again unable to say Workman’s Comp! Why is it even paid on him? Again took a while to get him to the ER, again it should have had stitches, again the time limit was up!!!

Age 39- Working on a forklift, had the hood fall on to the back of his head. The hood only weighs like 150- 200 pounds, who needs a stinking doctor? Not my husband!!!! NO, he is a macho man and the fact he had a huge knot on his head, a headache to end all headaches and pretty bad neck pain, didn’t mean he needed a doctor! In a few hours when his arm went numb and the side of his face was tingling, he decided he might need to go to the doctor. I took him to the ER, he didn’t fracture his skull. According to the ER doc, if he had a major injury, bleeding in his brain or anything, he wouldn’t have walked into the ER. OK, I guess we have to believe him. Does he need to take off work tomorrow? No need in that, unless he just wants a day off. No cat scan, barely an X-ray. They took ONE X-ray, the back of his head. Did my husband mention it to the boss? Why hell no! Why bother him with that? His neck has hurt every since! A workman’s comp claim smacks him in the back of the head and does he see it? UH, NO!!! I had hoped all the blows to his head might have knocked some sense into him! Guess it went the other way!

Now we are looking at neck problems, the doctor said were probably started during the time he flipped the Peterbilt and aggravated by flipping the Moffet and pushed over the edge with the smack to the back of the head with the hood. Do I see surgery in his near future? Most likely. Neck pain, tingling arms, headaches daily, losing the strength in his arms just to name a few things, aren’t something he can live and work with for the next 30 years or so! So, maybe he should have gotten these things on record somewhere. Maybe he should have gotten a 2nd opinion after the hood accident. Oh, well, maybes don’t pay the bills! He is still working and whining. He gets his MRI on the 22nd. I guess we will find out sometime after that what is going to happen.

Reckon why he has back and neck problems? We tried to figure that one out on the way to the doctor’s office. I don’t in anyway, say Workman’s comp should be filed for everything that happens, but in some cases, it would have helped with the doctor’s bills and if he does end up with a lot of time off, it would help with the bills. He has a short term disability insurance, so our bills will get paid, but it takes 2 miles of crap to get it approved and started, and another 3 miles of shit to convince them you didn’t file Workman’s comp claim. They will pay a percentage of your 40 hour a week check, minus a percentage for Workman’s comp, if it is filed. We would not be looking a a windfall of cash people. I guess I am trying to say is he should have told his boss and got it on record he had an injury, just in case something comes from it. I understand, no accidents look better for the company, but you never know what might come in the future. Break a nail, let it go, get smacked in the back of the head with a 150 pound hood, mention it to the boss!

So there you have it, my accident waiting to happen husband. Lucky to still have him? Yes. Worry about him much? All the time! How can I not, a year ago, hubby’s cousin (who works with my husband), had a man pull out in front of his truck. The man died instantly. That is my husbands biggest fear, not that he will get hurt, but that he will hurt or kill someone in an accident. I leave you with this…..

18 wheelers cannot stop as quick as you, especially if they are loaded! The drivers try to watch all side roads as well as the road in front of them, but sometimes they miss seeing the person who pulls out in front of them or don’t have time to react to it. If you see them coming, don’t run out in front of them because you don’t want to follow this slow ass truck, they might not be able to stop before hitting you. Do not pull over in front of them only to stop to make a turn. Again, they may not be able to stop in time. Do not assume a truck is moving slowly because it is big. Sometimes they aren’t. Most company trucks are governed to only run so fast, but this is set for interstate speeds, some drivers are stupid and run as fast as possible. Don’t assume that any accident involving a big truck is the big trucks fault. Sometimes, despite all TV reports, the accident is not the trucks fault. Watch out for the truck drivers, some of them are husbands, daddies, grandfathers, uncles and brothers. Some are mommas, wives, grandmothers, aunts and sisters. And they are loved. I will admit some of them are drug addicts, slime balls and assholes, who could care less about your safety, only their next load. This is not the norm. Most drivers worry about the people on the road with them more than they worry about their own safety. Truck drivers are often the first ones to stop when they see an accident, and sometimes one of the few to stay. Appreciate them, they bring most everything you get to the place you get it from. Fear the trucks! They are not a car, they don’t react, stop, or start like a car. In other words, Pick a fight with a big truck and you will lose.

So until next time……

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!!!!!