My bitty baby stands accused

There she is folks! The vicious dog that was on the loose today. I received a call earlier telling me she had attacked a neighbor’s dog. Completely unprovoked by the other dog, she strolled into the neighbor’s yard and attacked this poor innocent dog.  A dog, I am told, that was trained NOT to fight back when attacked. I was also told that she ripped the ear and tore the neck of this innocent dog.

Yes, Miss Daisy you should be begging for leniency. I am told this innocent dog never leaves the yard, so you went in after her. Shame!

Yes, hide your face in shame! This poor dog is suffering terribly because of you! I am told this is not the first time you have attacked this dog. But that this is the first time you brought blood. I am completely shocked that you would do such. If this is not the first time it happened, why am I just now hearing about it? Had I heard of this before, you certainly would not have had the chance to do it again.

Yes, you better pray that we do not receive a vet bill for this little escapade of yours! I had better not ever hear of you doing such a thing again or there will be no more of this……

Yes, you heard that right! No more treats for you. Life for you was easy, not anymore. No way little missy, now I have to go out with you each and every time you step foot out of the house, so no more Mrs. Nice Lady. You will go out and do your business and come right back in. If you spend anytime outside on your own, it is back to this…..

Yes the cable for you. Punishment. Yes. Do you deserve to be punished? UUUHHHH, I don’t know. If you did it yes but……

Before anyone flies over to the comments I have something to say. When I received this call, the woman who made the call still had a shaky voice, clearly it was a recent event. Daisy had been in the house for a good 10 minutes and when I called her in she was on my MIL back porch laying down. I did apologized to the lady. I was concerned for the dogs health and safety. Then I checked Daisy closely…..No blood on her. No signs that she had been in a scuffle. No wild look in her eyes. Then I thought about it. She, the caller, had only seen my dog from a distance and not for months. There are many dogs on the road that roam free. There is a black and white dog that has a history of killing….cats, birds, rabbits, chickens…..that happens to live and roam on this road. I was beginning to have my doubts that it was in fact my black and white dog that had  attacked this poor dog.

The story is not over, we received a call tonight from the woman’s FIL (who by the way was not home during the day and has never seen my dog as far as I know), he asked to speak with my husband. He went on to tell my husband that the dog was vicious and dangerous (exactly how does he know this? Because his DIL said so?). That we should watch her really closely. That we should make sure our or other children were never alone with her. (Little Miss is often alone with her, the two times Daisy nipped Little Miss, Little Miss bit her first. Just ask her, she will tell you. And both times it was a NIP not a BITE.)  And that he would advise that we might want to put her down for our own safety. You saw the pictures, does she look vicious to you? ( I know I picked just the cute pictures, but why would I have pictures where she didn’t look adorable?) Yes, she has a lot of Pit in her, maybe full blooded, maybe mixed with a Great Dane or some other type of mutt. She is a bit tall for a pit, but not tall enough for a Great Dane. She will look Pitty one day and like a Great Dane the next and like a Mutt the next. She was suppose to be full blooded, but I have my doubts. But whatever she is, she has never growled at us before, she has never been aggressive toward us before. I saw her get after a cat, she caught it, and then I thought was going to kill it, but she just played with him for a few minutes and never hurt the cat. (She is forever after this cat. She  jumps on him and harasses the hell out of this cat. She has NEVER hurt this cat, not even on accident.)  She scuffles with my other two dogs and she has never brought blood on them. She has never shown signs of being aggressive or vicious.

A little about the other dog….I have seen it in our old front yard, yes out of their yard. They take it to my SIL’s backyard a couple of times a day to do her business. Again outside of their yard. A lot of going for a dog who has never been out of their yard. This is the same dog that yaps at my dogs for being in our yard. Yes, she certainly would not provoke a dog. And the MIL of this young lady puts scraps out in the weeds right on the line, kinda pulls the dogs right in. Nothing like the smell of scraps to attract a mess of dogs to your yard. I am by no means blaming the dog or the people for the attack, but the dog and the people are not completely innocent in this either. And they do have another dog, perhaps yappy pissed it off.

I may sound flip about the attack, I am not. I think it is an awful thing to happen, I know if  it had been one of my dogs I would be having a fit. But I have to wonder if it was my dog. She never said she saw it happen, just that it had happened. I have to wonder if she remembered that we had a pit and she just assumed it was her when she found her dog injured. I never heard any barking or yelling. I would have to assume that she would have been screaming to get the dog off of her dog, if she was out there when it happened. Of course you know what they say about assuming anything. (You just make an ass out of u and me.)  Besides she never mentioned the other dog being there and when I called for Daisy, Misty was right there with her. They seem to stick together. 

I can’t say with all certainty that it was not Daisy, but the evidence does not support her claim. In any case, she is only going out with someone watching her, she will go on a cable if she has to go out unattended and I have decided to do this with all three dogs. Really it is for me as much as the neighbors. If she is never unattended she can not be held responsible for wrong doing. Wouldn’t a dog that had just viciously attacked another dog have blood on it? A drop of blood somewhere. If she was as dangerous if they say she is, wouldn’t she show aggression toward others? This dog has never did anything other than attempt to lick a person to death. Strangers included. OK, except one or two people, but you never stick your hand in a  car window to pet a strange dog. Maybe aggression towards other dogs? Not her, she just wants to play with them, she plays rough like any puppy would, she is only a bit over a year old. I just don’t see it. What do you think? Until next time………….

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

Time for a little whine

HA! Did you get the play on words? I am in a bit of a mood and I decided it’s my blog and I will whine if I want to. HA! I haven’t lost my wicked sense of humor. I feel bad whining. I know there are people out there in much worse condition than me. Both money and health wise, but whine I must or I will explode all over this here room and then I, of course, would have to clean it up before heading off to the nuthouse.

I have had it with feeling bad, of being sick all the effin time. I am tired of the snide remarks from my hubby and the sideways looks from my children. I.HAVE.HAD.IT!!! It is not the straight out comments, but the ones they think I am not getting. I know I always feel bad. I know I am tired all of the time. I know I hurt all of the time. I know this because I am living it! I have tried to ignore it. I have tried to do things. I have tried to not mention it. To keep it all in. OK, not here, but at home with my family. I have took the medicine. I have tried to be upbeat and not complain. I have plastered a smile on my face even when I felt like crawling under a rock and hiding.

No, my family hasn’t been any worse than normal. I don’t feel any worse than usual. I am just at my wit’s end and if I don’t let go I will be peeling myself off of the ceiling. So you all know how I have felt here lately. Kidney or bladder issues have plain taken over for the last week. I hurt, I freeze, I ache, I am nauseous. I have gotten to add this to the list of my normal aches and pains and gripes. What kinda support have I gotten? I get to hear about how I should go to the doctor. Maybe I should, but past experience has shown me I HATE doctors. Yes, most all doctors just make my blood boil.

I could go to a doc in a box, they deal with just the current issue, but I really hate the wait you are forced to deal with there. Can I say, if you are going to make a person sit and wait for hours on end, the LEAST you could do is provide chairs that don’t kill them. They are there because they are sick or in pain, they don’t need to add to their misery by sitting in these damn hard ass chairs.

I could go to the family doc, affectionately know as Dr. Ass. Because no matter how much I adore this doctor, he has become such an ass towards me. Not hubby, but me. For you see, he has decided I suffer from depression and that I should just get over it. When did he decide I suffered from depression, when the commercial I think should be banned from all TVs came out. You know the one…..Where does depression hurt? It hurts everywhere. Who does depression hurt? It hurts everyone. This may well be true, but not everyone that hurts suffers from depression! Maybe it could be something else. But Dr. Ass has decided that either I am depressed or I am a hypochondriac.

Correct me if I am wrong, because I may very well be…..But don’t hypochondriacs do it for the attention? I mean they actually suffer from the symptoms but the symptoms show up when attention is needed. Or they have the symptoms but make them seem like more. Like a simple migraine is a tumor. Well, I ain’t getting any attention or pity here! What do I get? “Big surprise, you feel bad….again.” “When do you ever feel anything but bad?” After the over 3 years I have put up with this shit, I think it may be a bit more. What, I don’t know, but I do know it is not in my head! I don’t think, but after all this time and all these doctors, it makes me wonder if I am just plain insane.

My mom was doing a little reading about kidney infections, bladder infections and kidney stones and run across a little article on the parathyroid. It will cause kidney stones, frequent headaches, muscle cramps, bone pain, depression, rapid heart rate, mental confusion, irritability and a few other things that made my ears perk up and pay attention. HUMMMM, could it be that simple? A couple of blood test. A simple thing. Could be, might not be, but worth a try. They have looked at many other things, but never this. HUMMM.

But the question is how to get the couple of test run. If I was to mention to Dr. Ass, in a couple of weeks when I go and get my meds refilled, that I would like these test run, because it may answer some questions, he will have a fit on me. He will go into his happy little tirade about how the Internet and medical books have ruined people. If they have a little problem, they run to these books and the Internet and diagnose themselves and it is always the major things and then they end up with symptoms they don’t really have, trying to get it to fit. Which will take him to his next tirade on having to take the pamphlet out of samples so people don’t get all of the side effects of the medicine he gives them. Then he will pat me on the head *not really, but he might as well* and tell me I am fine and to quit worrying so much and give me a prescription for a antidepressant and I will leave there pissed off and feeling like an idiot.

And if by some odd chance, he run the test. I would have to call them in a week, because they always say, “We will call you if there is a problem, if you don’t hear from us, you know everything is fine.”  But I don’t know that. I know that hubby went to Dr. Ass 7 months after his last back surgery and the paperwork on the surgery was not in his file, it was in a “to be filed” bin. So I don’t know that everything is fine, it may be just sitting in a box somewhere. And if they give me the results, I wouldn’t get the numbers, I would get everything is fine or it is just a little high and nothing to worry about. Example….my cholesterol, is a bit high….but I don’t really know the numbers. I finally asked Dr. Ass and he told me. The nurses, just called in meds.

I could wait and mention it to the other doctor, but I don’t go back to him until May and I have a feeling he is not going to be happy with me for not taking his medicine, that doesn’t work. But he seems to be heading down the same slope Dr. Ass has decided to take, treat the symptoms and don’t try to find out the cause. And so that just means medicine that is not as strong as Tylenol. And besides I hate to take medicine unless I just have to.

This is another complaint of Dr. Ass. Me going to other doctors. He feels like I am searching for something. That I should stick to one doctor and that way there is no confusion of what is being done. He, of course, should be that doctor. First, I am searching for something. The cause of all of my misery! And secondly, if I continue with just him, I will never find out the cause, I will just have a purse full of antidepressant prescriptions. He had a fit that I went to a neurologist. And that I went to a cardiologist. I went to the neurologist because he was recommended by someone who suffers a lot of the same problems I have. He diagnosed her. He sent me to the cardiologist because the insurance required I go to one for a test the neurologist wanted run. Dr. Ass rolled his eyes when I told him that I had been given a medicine, by another doctor, for neuropathy. He thought that was ridiculous. See he thinks nothing is wrong. I am dreading telling him I take B12 shots monthly now. That should set him off nicely.

When did doctors decide to treat the symptoms and not worry about the cause? I understand giving weak medicine, kinda. With so many people searching for a quick high, they have to be careful, but sometimes a person needs more for medical reasons. I had 30 pain pills that lasted me over 6 months. I only took it when I was unable to stand it anymore. I don’t like to take medicine. That extended release stuff Dr. L gave me, didn’t work and I couldn’t see 45 bucks a month just to be taking the medicine I was given. What is the use? I won’t ask for actual pain medicine, you know the stuff that actually works. I don’t want them to think that I am just after that. I’m not. I just want something that will stop the pain when it gets bad.

I would be the happiest person in the world if they would run a test that would say this is what is wrong and this is what we are going to do to help you! I don’t see it happening. I feel like giving up on trying, it is just too much, to hope and be disappointed again. It is the not knowing that is driving me insane. I need to know, to be able to say, this is the problem and I will deal with it. I could deal with it if I knew what it was. Not knowing, I can’t deal with that. I have given up on trying to figure out what it is, if something comes along that sounds reasonable, I would like to find out if that could be it. I quit researching. There is too many possibilities. Some simple, some complex and some just far fetched. Some comforting, some scary as hell. I never made up my mind as to what it could be, I had a few things that really sounded right, but never decided that “this” is what it is. One really hit most all of my symptoms, but so far it hasn’t panned out. In fact, one lady swears it is what the problem is, but Dr. L has all but ruled it out. I just need answers, not more questions. Does that seem wrong? Wanting to know what it is.

OK, I have released a bit of pressure and I feel a bit better, mentally anyway. Sorry this ran a bit long, but I had to get a few things off my chest. Until next time…………..

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

Good Gravy, I was a Wino….

Today my husband used a pet name I hadn’t heard in….oh……20 years. (Never mind what it was, just know it is personal.) He thought I wouldn’t remember, but how well I remembered.  Hearing it brought a smile to my face, a giggle to my heart and a flood of memories I hadn’t thought of in years. It is funny what you think of when you think back…..way back.

I thought about my BFF in school. Hell she practically lived with us. Either she was at my house or I was at her house. I would say we were together 7 days a week. Damn near 24 hours a day. The only time we were apart was when we were in school. She was closer than a sister, hell she was my right arm.  I remember all the chocolate chip ice cream we ate, all the chocolate chip cookies we added to it. The Reese’s Cups and the Strawberry Hill and Tickle Pink we drank. Hey, there is no shame in drinking Boone’s Farm, it was a fine wine, I mean it cost a buck ninety. ‘Spensive stuff I am telling you. And before you ask, yes, the wine and the ice cream, et al were consumed together and I swear I  have no clue how we didn’t hurl all over the place. I guess it was that teen stomach that could take it. As I type it I am gagging.

I thought of all the shit we got into. Skipping school, rolling and trashing the yard of my ex, screaming at the top of our lungs at cuties going down the road, walking 3 miles just to get a cigarette, drinking in my room with my parents mere feet away, waiting for that one song to come on the radio so we could record it and dance to it and sing it all night, eating nonstop, giggling, fawning over Vince Neil from Motley Crue, and just hanging out.

She was there when I found out I was pregnant, when I got engaged and when I was struggling with a newborn. She held my hand and cried with me and slugged me when I needed it. She was the first person I told everything to. In fact the last I heard she still had the letter where I told her I was going to marry hubby after our first date.

Of course, as always happens, we grew apart. I miss her, really I do. I got married and she well, was dating and we just grew up. I reconnected with her several years ago, but she got a new job and we lost touch again. I see her parents every now and then. I miss them too. They were like a second set of parents. They treated me just like I was theirs and I felt the same about them. But I guess everyone has to grow up and  be adults. Damn I hate that.

I also thought of the early years with hubby. The years of dating and the first years of being married. I wondered how we survived. I wonder how we managed to raise a good kid. We drank and drank a lot in the early years. As in “how the hell did we get home” alot drinking. We didn’t take Easy E with us when we drank, but he was at home when we drank there. Lord, how this child wasn’t an alcoholic by the time he was 3, I will never know. It wasn’t like we showed him any different. We had friends over and we would drink and have a ball. (I guess The Boy gets it honest.)

Would I go back? I would love to go back and visit. But only to visit, I guess I had my wild days and I am settled and happy. I would love to have a few of those wild nights back *roar* but I think for old farts we do just fine. I don’t think Little Miss would do as well as the boys did, she would take full advantage of the situation and she would own the world. heh! 

It is good to look back, it is the only way to know how far you’ve come. If you would have told me 20 years ago I would be here blogging away, enjoying it and “meeting” people all over the world, I would have told you you were crazy! But here I sit. I have “met” some really great people in this little box. So I am going to look back with fond memories and be thankful we survived. Until next time…………

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

A trip to the ER

No it wasn’t me. Little Miss decided she wanted to go out and shoot basketball. Somehow, she managed to see the block and know where it was, but still manage to trip over it and land on her hand. Yes, she is a KLUTZ just like her momma. I was putting up clothes and she came in looking for me. Seems she had laid outside on the slab for 5 minutes crying, only I didn’t come to check on her. I would have if I had heard her, but I never heard anything. She was calm and not crying at all. She was holding her arm, but otherwise seemed fine.

I did check her wrist and hand. I was a little concerned about two spots right at her hand. I had hoped that they were just popped up and would go away. I checked them again in a few minutes and her hand was swelling a little and it was trying to bruise and the knots  were still there. So I did what any good mother would do…I said, “SHIT! Let’s call your dad and go get it checked out. GAH” 

So 4 hours and 6 X-Rays later, the Doctor came in and said it was sprained and bruised and she would put an ace bandage on it. Of course by her, she meant a nurse would come in and do it. So we waited a bit longer and the nurse came in and was just a sweetheart! She gave her an excuse to get out of PE for 5 days and wrapped her hand up and explained how to check it to make sure it wasn’t too tight, what to watch for and was really a dear to Little Miss. If it wasn’t for the nurses in the ER you wouldn’t have a clue what was going on.

I hate the ER. I understand waiting if they are full and of course, waiting for them to get to the worst patients first. But it was us and 2 other people in there. One was in a car accident and had a seat belt abrasion on his shoulder and the air bag had hit him in the chest. That is what I overheard the nurse tell the police when I was waiting in the hall while they x-rayed Little Miss’  hand and wrist. The other one, I don’t know what was wrong, but she was up walking around every time they (the nurses) went in the room. So it was not like some trauma was going on. So why 4 hours? It was almost an hour before the doctor darkened the door, then x-rays, then waiting forever for the doctor to come talk to us. She wasn’t an overly friendly person either. Hubby asked her if they had been busy and she looked at him like he had sprouted feathers out of his ass. She never said a word to him. Other than she didn’t see a break, but the radiologist would look at the x-ray tomorrow and if he saw anything she missed, they would call us.

This kid will scream for 6 hours with a tiny scratch, but when she cracked her foot, when she was around 3, she kept playing and never said a word until I put her shoes on. And even then she just complained they were too tight. And it hardly bruised. But she had cracked her foot. I should have sued McDonald’s, she was playing on their death trap of a play place when she did it. Best we could figure out she caught her toe in the netting and yanked her toe sideways getting it unstuck. OUCH! She played for an hour or so with a broke foot. So I couldn’t go by her calm appearance today.

So what is she worried about, her PE field trip. They are going to some gym thing and to eat. I told her we would have to see if she could do the tumbling on Friday, but she could eat with no problem. And since we have arrived home, she has drove me crazy. She can run and jump like a wild child, but she can’t carry a plate or  get her drink.  And is in an uproar about how she is going to go to sleep. She wants to elevate it like she was told, but wants to sleep on her side like always. I told her to do whatever felt best.

Hopefully she will be better tomorrow. Hopefully I will be better tomorrow. Hopefully everything will go better tomorrow. Until next time…………….

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

Quick morning update…….The swelling is worse, her fingers are now bruising as is her palm. She doesn’t want for you to touch it or move it. Yes, she was a joy this morning.  She went on to school with no problem, though her dad  suggested she might should stay home so it didn’t get bumped. The little knots are still there and prominent. I am still feeling rough but I will survive. I got up this morning to a dark haired long body on the couch and was about to shake it awake, when I looked again and realized it was The Boy’s friend not my husband. Glad I decided to look before I shook. When I told Little Miss she would have to get dressed in the bathroom instead of the living room because M was here, she informed me she didn’t give a furry flying rat’s tail. Yes, I must watch my language in front of her. heh! And here I thought I was watching it pretty close.

Monday Update

I am sitting here and it is Sunday night and I am dying. OK, not dying but OMG I am in pain. Not the normal, I have it all the time shit, but I will get to that. So how was this weekend? About normal here. Nothing major going on.

I worked for nearly 8 hours in Little Miss’ room. It is clean, dare I say spotless, or at least it was, haven’t looked lately………I did my fair share of stalling, I got on the computer, I ate a hundred and eight times, you know anything I could think of to get me out of that nasty ass room. But I did manage to fix her curtain. I have had an issue with this curtain from day one. I don’t like it, plain and simple. And to boot, it is a Bishop sleeve type and it hangs on the floor. That doesn’t mix with a house full of dogs and a shedding cat. I swear the bottom of it looks like it is shedding. So I hemmed it up some, could have went shorter, but maybe the next time. I made it one panel instead of two. I pulled it back to one side, Little Miss seems to like it better, she feels more secure that no one can see in.

I washed all of her quilts, sheets, blankets and her blankie. I put up all of those toys she thinks she has to have but doesn’t play with. I must say I am a little confused as to why I found a set of dumb bells and the battery to the portable DVD player in the bottom of her toy box, but I ask no questions. I went through her clothes and got rid of a few things that, though she won’t admit it, don’t fit her anymore. I even vacuumed the corners and up against the wall. Yes, it looked good. She got off the bus at her Grandma’s so I could guarantee it to be clean until at least Saturday afternoon.

Hubby came home and went out to the shop for awhile. But otherwise it was normal date night. TV and computer. Yes, we are that exciting! One of these days I will surprise all of you and actually leave the house on date night. But I guess we are just old farts and boring.

Saturday, I pushed on with my cleaning. I cleaned the laundry room and the adjoining hallway. I must say, lint flies everywhere. I got it cleaned and washed a couple of loads of clothes. I really didn’t think it would take me that long to clean it, but it took forever.

Hubby went to a friend’s house to help him do some work and then he went out to the shop to work on his motorcycle. It is a frame, a motor and a bunch of damn wires. But he swears one day it will be a ride able motorcycle. I know it will be, but I have to give him grief over it. And I must gripe about it.

Little Miss came home and immediately began her attempt to drive me insane. I swear it is her goal in life. We did play a  few games on the Wii and she has found a game on line she likes to play and she played it until after 10:30. I drank a couple of beers and tried to find something on TV to watch. I swear there is very little on TV to watch on the weekends. 

That brings us to Sunday. Big. Day! Here is a little too much information for you, but it must be told. I got up this morning and I went tinkle. No. Problem. I drank 3 cups of coffee and I felt like I was about to wet all over myself and then I couldn’t go. I mean not a drop. After 15 minutes I was finally able to dribble a little and after another 15 minutes a little more. I am telling you I was was about to bust! And I am still having a problem going and my back and lower stomach are hurting, as in double over in pain. It has been like that all day. I have had many “doctors” tell me what the problem is. Here is the list……infection, blockage, inflammation, and kidney stone. What is it, I don’t have a clue. I do know if it is not better soon, I am going somewhere to find out what the hell it is and do something about it. I can’t stand the feeling of having to go all the time because I can’t empty out.

But the up side of this story is I got to lay on this all day.

Ignore the mess on the table, but YES! I got my new to me couch and it is so comfy! It is a lot taller than the one we had. I feel like I have gone from a Corvette to a 4×4. Damn near get a nose bleed from being so high. Not really, but it is higher than I am used to. We also got this……

It is a bit smaller than the other one we had, but it is in better shape and it does sit so comfy. Not that I will get much of a chance to use it. Hubby and the chillins will use it most.

So FINALLY my hubby did what I have been asking him to do for weeks. I think he is feeling bad about staying out in that shop so much. How much time is he spending out there. Here is a hint. He cooked beans, dry pinto beans, on his heater out there. It takes what, 8-12 hours in the crock pot? He ate them with his dinner tonight. Yes, he is out there a lot. I don’t mind it so much, I would rather be out there with him, but he needs his buddy time and some time to be by himself, I guess and I got to be on the computer some without him getting ill. And it does give me some time to spend with Little Miss or just be alone.

I spent almost an hour washing dishes tonight! I swear those little fairies, that hubby thinks come in and do all my work while I sleep, came in and made a huge mess for me to clean up. I couldn’t see my counters! An hour of dish washing! And I hate to wash dishes. All of them were clean when I went to bed Saturday night! I haven’t a clue where the hell they all came from.

Well, that is going to do it for me. I am going to get another big glass of water and see if I can flush whatever the problem is out. So how was your weekend? Until next time……………

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

Quick morning edit…….I am still hurting but doing a small amount better.

Good Gravy, Gracious Sakes Alive

Why are men such pains in the ass? OK, not all men but most men. If you are here and reading this I am sure you would never, ever be a pain in the ass to anyone. But my ass husband is being a huge pain. We are having a dispute. OK, it isn’t so much a dispute as he said something and it pissed me off.

I admit I am might may be experiencing a bit some a small amount a wee bit a smidgen of PMS. I might have taken it all wrong, but I don’t see how I could have. But anyway, he said it, it pissed me off, and he thought it was humorous. I however find it anything but humorous. How did this dispute start?

I made mention that I couldn’t see spending 45 bucks a month on a medicine that not only didn’t help but apparently was affecting my sleep. He asked how it was “affecting” my sleep. I told him it took me hours to go to sleep at night and then I woke up a dozen times a night. Even though it seemed to make me tired, I just couldn’t sleep on it. He had the nerve to say, ” How do you expect to sleep at night when you do nothing but sleep all day?”

WTF?! Sleep all day? Me? I think not! I am on the computer too much to sleep all day. Who in the hell does he think he is to accuse me of sleeping all day? Now I do admit to a quick 20 minute nap near daily, but that is a far cry from all day! I told him I don’t sleep all day. He tried to tell me that he knew I laid around on the couch all day and slept off and on. I ask him exactly how he KNEW this. Get this, he said I told him! Why the hell would I say something stupid like that, even if it were true!? I would know not to admit to anything like that. I am not an idiot.

So because I am suffering from just a smidgen of PMS, I am being completely rational irrational. I have decided that anytime the phone rings I am going to be doing something, anything. You know cleaning something, washing something or just taking a quick break from doing something. HA! I will show him! He will never, ever be able to say I am sleeping all day!

(I must say in my defense of my lack of doing much the last couple of weeks. I was down in my back and legs, then I got that stupid virus or plague or whatever it was. I rarely feel good. I hurt like hell now but I am going to keep this up. I refuse to let him accuse me of being a lazy ass. Sorry that was the PMS sneaking back out again.)

Good gravy,  gracious sakes alive, SHIT Fiddly Fuck! That has backfired on me. You know where this is going, don’t you? That’s right! (Where the hell were you when I came up with this brilliant idea?)  I actually have to do all this stuff! If I say I am doing it, it has to get done. Fiddly Fart. SHIT! So what did I do. I actually had a post already done so I just posted it. Great! So, then I had to DO something besides sit around. I cleaned, like spring cleaning. I spent the whole day in our bedroom. I cleaned the closet, the bathroom and the bedroom. I even flipped the mattress over and turned it around (foot to head)! It looks great! If I do say so myself. *beaming with pride* I hate to admit it, but it was “shudder worthy” dirty! I never realized how often I “neglect” to vacuum around the wall. But damn it is a bedroom, it shouldn’t get dirty in the corners. It should all stay in the middle. DUH. It would make my life easier. I even cleaned out drawers and got rid of a few things I no longer wear. *patting myself on the back* I did good.

The only problem is now the bedroom looks so good, I am ashamed of the rest of the house. Damn! SO I guess I know what I am going to be doing for the next week or so. So for the foreseeable future I will be writing at night and posting in the morning. Really no different for you, but a bitch for me. Well, everything will be a day behind but, I don’t think you will really notice. Unless something major happens in the world and I am a day late bitching talking about it. So when Little Miss goes to bed and hubby is already in the bed, I will get busy working on the next day’s post. I think it will work out.

On a up note, I was able to do a little computer playing today during breaks. Plurk, Email, made a CD. I found that with the right Elvis songs you can dance through cleaning a bit easier. Now I just have to decide which room is next. Well, I am going to go for now, I believe Little Miss is actually asleep enough I can grab a quick shower and by the time I am out, perhaps she will be asleep so I can climb into my freshly washed everything (sheets, quilts, comforter. WOOT) and go to sleep. UGH, so that I can get up and start all over. Well fiddle fart. Until next time…..

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

Edit….. Little Miss was still awake when I got out, so I didn’t get in bed as early as I hoped to, but the bed…..WONDERFUL! I decided since Little Miss was going to get off the bus at Grandma’s this afternoon, I would do her room next. That way it will actually stay clean for a good 24 hours anyway. heh!!

And his name was Jack

When Little Miss was small, around 2-3 years old, she developed a “friendship” with Jack. I never saw Jack. Neither did Hubby or the boys. No one but Little Miss ever saw or talked to Jack. She was often seen outside on her swing set, laughing and talking and just having a grand ole time. When asked who she was talking to she would simply reply, “Jack, of course.” 

She often talked of things that a child should have no knowledge of. I would ask her where she heard it and she would say, “Jack told me.” I was getting kinda worried. I mean I didn’t know Jack. I had no clue where Jack came from. So I started asking her questions here and there about Jack. I was informed that Jack was a “dark” man. (I assumed she meant black man because she didn’t really know her colors. Or anything to do with political correctness.) I was also told Jack had lost one of his arms in a train accident and that he didn’t have parents around.

She often told stories about different places around the state. We would pass an area and she would come up with a story having to deal with it. And she developed a fear about the train tracks we crossed. As always, Jack was the reason. He had told her this story and that story and train tracks were dangerous because that is how Jack lost his arm.

Jack became a constant companion to her, at one point she added Jackie, a dark woman who knew Jack, but she just didn’t last that long. Just as quick as Jack showed up, he was gone. I got up one morning wondering what Jack would say on that day and he was never mentioned. After a few days, I asked about Jack, all she would say is that he was gone. She was about 7 years old. I always wondered where Jack came from. I thought about researching on the Internet to find out if he ever actually existed but how to search? One armed Jack?

I have always wondered about ghost and spirits. I have to believe Jack existed to her, she came up with too much stuff. Someone had to be telling her the information and the stories. She spoke of slavery, cotton fields and picking cotton. But then there was talk of things like cars, trains and things in the not so distant past.  I never feared Jack, he seemed to have her best interest at heart. She couldn’t swing too high because she could fall and get hurt. Climbing was limited to only a little bit off the ground, again she could fall and get hurt. Some words were never to be spoken. Sometimes I think it would be nice to have him around again. Maybe I could get a little respect from her, you know, respect your elders. heh!

Sometimes I wonder if he really left here. Maybe he left her, but not us. There are times when I don’t feel like I am alone here. Not that I am in danger, but just not alone. Not being watched but rather that someone is just sharing this space with me. The front door opens for no apparent reason. There are noises that have no explanation. Hubby and Little Miss blame The Boy’s friend who passed a couple of years ago. They have forgotten about Jack. I haven’t, I wonder, he seemed to move with us. Like he was attached to Little Miss not to the house, or maybe he was attached to us.

I often go to bed last, well after everyone else has gone to sleep and the house is so quiet. Almost as soon as my head hits the pillow, it starts, just murmurs. Like someone is talking far away. I can hear that it is a voice, but can’t make out any words. I also hear music, very light. Old music. Not quite waltz music but close. I used to get up thinking one of the kids had turned on the TV, only to find it is completely quiet and no TV is turned on. I thought at first I was losing my mind, but soon decided to just listen to it all, take it all in and enjoy. And wonder where it comes from. Maybe it is just in my mind, but it really is pretty music, though not what I would listen to during the day, it is somewhat relaxing.

Now we have a new thing going on. Apparently someone is now entertaining the dogs, or at least Daisy. She is not much of a tail wagger, she has to be really excited to wag her tail. (A visitor or one of the family just coming in.) Now suddenly every night, while in her cage, I can hear her tail beating on the side of the cage. During the day all the dogs will suddenly start barking at nothing! They hear something and start barking, they will only quit when they can’t “find” the noise.

I wondered if I should write this post. It sounds so out there. But I figured, I am thought of as somewhat of a nut, so what harm can be done. I have wondered about ghost, spirits and psychics since Little Miss brought Jack around. Psychics are a questionable thing to me. I mean I have watched them on TV and thought, “Damn he/she is good.” But I have my doubts. Maybe some people have a gift, but I doubt all of these so called psychics. Now ghost and spirits are a different story. I have 3 blue birds that often visit me. Always 3 and always when I seem to be under a lot of stress. They just show up when I seem to need them. I have 3 grandparents who have passed. Maybe it is just a huge coincidence but I have to wonder. I also smell cookies baking when I am stressed out and flowers. One grandma was a cook and one grandma had a green thumb. Coincidence? I don’t know. Mind games? I don’t know, but hey it makes me feel better. Kinda like they are letting me know they are around.

Shortly after I first got married, we had a kerosene heater for extra heat. I went to mom’s one morning and forgot to turn the heater off. It always set in the middle of the room so I really didn’t worry about it when I remembered it. When I got home not only was the heater off but it was sitting up against the wall. There was no marks on the carpet where it had been slid. I couldn’t lift it when it was filled and I remember having to walk around it that morning so I knew Hubby hadn’t moved it and the house was locked up so no one came in and did it. My first thought was, ” That is so something Grandaddy would have done. He hated anything in the middle of the room.” But I really didn’t think much of  it. I now think back to all the times we couldn’t find our shoes. Grandaddy always moved our shoes when we were kids. Shoes belong beside the chairs not in front of them or under the coffee table. He passed away just 2 weeks after I got married. All of this started about a month after we got married.

I am not the nut who talks to the spirits. Nor do I get messages from beyond. Though I have been known to “talk” to whomever happens to be listening. As in, “Why did you let me do something so stupid.” I keep hoping they will whisper the winning lottery numbers in my ear, of course, if it happened I would probably die of a heart attack. heh! But Jack did make me think, or Little Miss’  “friendship” with Jack makes me think. If someone wasn’t telling her these things where did she get them? At that age she only watched TV with me and only children shows. So TV?A  good try, believe me, I tried to make that work. But Sponge Bob and all those other Nick and Disney shows just didn’t talk about a black man losing an arm at the train yard. And explain how at 3, she even knew about a train yard. Before you go there, nope, she didn’t watch that train show, what’ s his name, that got so popular a year ago.

So there you go. I believe in ghost and possibly spirits visiting. I believe that those who have passed possibly find a way to let you know they are still around. Crazy? Maybe, but I can’t think of another reason. And as long as no one throws furniture at me, I will continue to let them stick around. I just wish they would leave the dogs alone. It is hard to sleep when Daisy is wagging her tail so hard.

Until next time……………

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

Step away

I caution you to step away, I contracted some sort of horrendous killer plague yesterday! It hit quick and it is killing me quicker! As I woke up yesterday morning I felt pretty good. Then suddenly I got a rush of heat from inside of me (I was thinking menopause hot flash, but I am not in menopause, I am still young at heart, you know.) Then the cramps hit, double you over, scream in pain cramps that I swear would have put a lesser person in the ground. Oh and then the aches hit and the nausea and then the sneezing (where the hell did that come from, I ask, I was thinking some sort of killer stomach virus!) And of course then followed the sore throat. (Oh, yeah, I enjoyed having to scream at dogs all day because they KNEW I felt like SHIT and decided this was the day that they should act their worst!) And then I got a fever! I froze my ass off all day. I could not get enough blankets on me. Where the hell did that come from? I NEVER run a temperature! Normally it is somewhere around 96.5, yesterday, somewhere near 100!!!!! I have always said if I have a temp just kill me quickly. Did anyone listen to me? Why hell no. (You should have known that, hell I am here today.) Then it ran in to a runny nose. I feared getting far from the bathroom, a hanky or the couch. Did I receive any sympathy from my darling husband? Of course not! He wouldn’t come within 20 feet of me. Did the children pity me? Only if you consider requesting millions of things of me pity. But enough of that.

I have a couple of observations from yesterday. This is not a political thing. I didn’t watch the Inauguration. I figured I would have the opportunity to see it a million times after it happened. I know it is a historic day, blah, blah, blah. Anyway, I did flip over to the national channels a few times during the day to find out if there was anything on to watch. Wouldn’t you know the day I am at death’s door there is nothing on TV. Anyway, I caught a few minutes here and there and I had to laugh. This is the few things I saw……

At some point a guy was speaking, I have no clue who he was, he was white and he had a mustache, I think. Anyway, he was speaking and it cut to President-elect or President Obama ( I have no clue whether he had been sworn in or not) and he had a strange look on his face. Something akin to “Shut the hell up, I am freezing here”. I found this humorous. OK, blame the fever.

Another time I flipped over and there was a woman talking and it cut over to President-elect or President Obama (still don’t know if he was sworn in at that point) again he had a look on his face akin to “Bitch please cut it short, it is cold out here!”  Again blame the fever, apparently I was easily entertained. Such a historic event and I am looking at it and thinking such. Oh well…..

One more thing about yesterday and I will get to something else…… Has there always been such hoopla over the Inauguration? I don’t remember it having been all damn day and half the freaking night before. Did I notice it yesterday because I was sick and on the couch or is it always that way. I understand historic event, blah, blah, blah, but with all that coverage I can only guess those who watched it all day and half the night know exactly how many pee breaks they had yesterday. And is it just me or could you care less about who designed Michelle Obama’s dresses and how she chose the ones she did? So patriotic of me, I know.

So what is new. The Internet wouldn’t work for Hubby night before last and he was pissed. I fixed it after he went to bed. I guess I could have tried to fix it before he went to bed, but I didn’t. He did however put a hex on it for the next day. It didn’t work, or maybe it worked too well, maybe that is where this plague came from. I think it had something to do with the upgrade that I did. It was to the home page shit and after I upgraded it, I had nothing but problems all day. The email thing was screwed up. I had to change a setting and was able to get my mail downloaded once. Then I had to change some more settings to get it downloaded again. Apparently AT&T and Yahoo have merged or something. Or at least now AT&T/Yahoo is my new homepage. I kinda like it, I can get a preview of my mail, TV listings and movie listings among other things. Not that I will use much of it, but it is there if I want to use it. Hubby doesn’t like it too much, but like me, the homepage is just where I go to to get where I want to get. (that sentence just sounds wrong)

I have been watching the TV this morning and between the talk of yesterday (Haven’t we all heard enough for a few days?) They showed a clip of Bush arriving in Texas, OMG, he does have a sense of humor! He said he was looking forward to Laura’s cooking, sort of. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! She is looking forward to him mowing the grass and taking out the garbage. This is his NEW domestic policy. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!  (OK, I still have a fever.) But admit it, like him or not, that was funny!

I am going for now. I think I will poke around on Plurk and play a few games on Facebook. And try to stay warm. Until next time…………….

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

This post should have been wrote Sunday.

There is nothing better than waking up to the smell of breakfast cooking. Let’s face it, the kids are getting food and you (I) aren’t having to cook it. Nothing better.

What is that smell? Burning plastic? No that is the smell of sausage cooking on HIGH! The grease is burning and becoming part of the pan. AH, the smell of my husband cooking.

I won’t say a word. NOT.ONE.WORD. I will not say that faster isn’t always better. I will not say that high is not the only setting on the stove. I will not say sometimes it is better to cook slower and on a lower setting. NO, I will not say a word.

Without raising my head or opening my eyes I can tell you what he is cooking. Biscuits, sausage and scrambled eggs (no milk and cooked in the same pan as the sausage, grease removed.) I can tell you this because that is what he always cooks for breakfast when he cooks breakfast.

But still there is nothing better than your (my) man cooking. About once a month he gets a wild hair up his butt and cooks breakfast. I love him for that. (OK, I love him for more than that.) I just wish when he gets that wild hair, he would also get a wild hair to clean up his mess.

Do you know how far grease from sausage cooked on HIGH will go? I have found it on my cabinets over the stove, on the clean dishes in the sink, on the front of the oven, in the floor, everywhere. And scrambled eggs in the pan where sausage has been cooked? OMG! There is not enough elbow grease in the world to scrap that off.

He never cleans up his mess. I was once told, “I did the cooking, you can do the cleaning.” Why is that true for him but not for me? When I cook, I clean. Ain’t life grand? It is a small price to pay I suppose. Breakfast is cooked, the kid’s bellies are full (for a few minutes anyway) and I get a hot breakfast I didn’t have to cook. And all I have to do is clean up behind him. Yes, a small price to pay.

So I will eat my crispy on the outside, almost done on the inside sausage. I will eat my eggs, slightly flavored with sausage. I will eat my biscuit that leaves the bottom on the pan. I will enjoy it and it will be good!

Yes life is good. Breakfast is cooking. The birds are singing (not really, it is winter here silly.). Now if I could just train the dogs to clean up the kitchen. (And licking the plates don’t count.) Until next time……………

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

Another boring weekend

I need help people! Yet another boring weekend and I am so tired of them! But per my Monday schedule I will do my weekend update and try to jazz it up enough that you don’t fall asleep mid post.

So Friday, it was a lazy, hazy, cold ass day! As you know school started 2 hours late and it threw my whole day off. To make matters worse Hubby came in early, so that really threw my day off! You know he comes in and he is as bad as The Boy to fool with my TV viewing! I am set with what I watch most all day, unless a movie comes on I want to see, which isn’t often. Not those two, no they flip channels all day! I guess I should admit, the TV during the day is more for the noise than anything, but still I listen to it all day. And my computer time……damn all screwed up!

About an hour after Hubby got home, he got a call from his Boss. BIG meeting at work on Monday. He got a couple of highlights of what the meeting was going to be about. It is not good! A 20% pay cut and cut back to 4 days a week with an 8 hour max. day (less if nothing is going on). Fucking Lovely! There will be a bit of belt tightening around here. Federal law says they can’t force you to take a pay cut, but no pay cut…..No job. So what to do? And would you believe the one night me and the hubby need to have some quality time alone to talk, Little Miss doesn’t go to grandma’s. And she has decided to attach herself to her dad’s hip!

So Friday night, was TV, computer and Little Miss. Pretty much a normal “date” night.

Saturday was another cold day, the weather people swear it was warmer, but I think they lie! As always when hubby has stuff on his mind, he went out to the shop and piddled. Have I mentioned lately that he is BRILLIANT? Well, he is….It was cold so he built a fire in a barrel in the shop, it wasn’t vented out of the shop in any way, but he had a fan in the doorway. Yes, he is BRILLIANT. Little Miss came in and told me the shop was smokey. From about knee level to the ceiling was pure smoke and you couldn’t hardly see. I know she was stretching it a bit. But he is BRILLIANT! He damn near got Carbon Monoxide poisoning! BRILLIANT I tell you! He came in nauseous and had a headache, wonder why!?

I personally sat on my dead ass freezing most of the day. Lovely day really, I watched TV, movies, played solitaire, fooled around on the computer and generally vegetated most of the day. I love lazy days! I intended to work on my quilt a little but NAH…….

Sunday wasn’t much better, but I did accomplish something. I helped Little Miss on her Alabama History project. Ever heard of Emma Sansom? Me either. We had to find 10 facts on her plus pictures. Not an easy task considering her only claim to fame was showing Gen. Forrest where to cross the Black Creek so they could get to Rome, GA before the Union Army. Yeah, it was easy to find 10 facts about her. Even the Alabama History book only has one sentence about her! So we went to the Internet, googled her ass and found that you can’t find anything about her! Well, nothing but that one thing. We finally went to about 20 different sites and got her facts and pictures.

So it was on to printing out all the info and pictures. Once that was done we had to put together the poster, decorated in the theme of what she was famous for. Would have been easy if we got say, Helen Keller but NO, we got Creek woman. Little Miss decided to put a strip of blue poster board across the white poster board and make it look like a creek, arrange the pictures on the poster, with facts under the pictures that fit the pictures and the rest of the facts “floating” down the creek. I think it turned out pretty good. I hope the teacher agrees, it is worth 200 points. But it is done and it is not due until the 29th! Whatta kid!!!

Hubby hid out in the shop again, this time without the fire. He had company off and on, but I think he hides out there to do his thinking. The Boy’s friend came over, announced he is going to be a daddy again. He has a son that is just over a year old. He just found out, his girlfriend/wife (they have been together or over 5 years) has known for 4 months! She didn’t know how to tell him. Hubby told him he didn’t watch enough TV and The Boy told him how it happened, I wonder how he was even home long enough for it to happen, I mean he is here most of the time. Of course as hubby said it only takes a couple of minutes, so there you go.

I think Miss Daisy may be a touch sick, she spent most of the night laying her head in my lap and sleeping. And her breath stinks to high heaven! Someone told me after a dog has Parvo they are apt to have a lot of stomach problems. Lord, I enjoyed her laying with me, but I hate when she is sick, she is just so pitiful!

Little Miss is out of school today and I have a ton of washing and cleaning to do. I hate Mondays! Little Miss didn’t go to sleep until after midnight and I twisted and turned until after 3am. I am one tired puppy! But one more thing before I go…….Did I mention that my coffee pot seems to be possessed by a non-coffee drinking spirit? I swear it is. On Saturday morning it was set to start making coffee at 6am, hubby got up to find a cup of coffee in it and it was set on delay. I got up to find it set for delay and turned it on. It worked for a couple of minutes then shut itself off and turned back on to delay brew. It took cutting it off and on 3 times to get all of the coffee brewed. And it wasn’t fitting to drink. Hubby went and got me another coffee pot at the local Dollar General, they had a great selection……1 to choose from. So he brought it home. I am not real sure about it. It doesn’t have a clock, therefore it can’t be set to brew at a certain time. So no more coffee the second I get up. But it also doesn’t cut itself off after 2 hours, so that is good and bad. Good because hubby can turn it on in the morning and it will still be hot when I get up. Yeah for that, no more zapped coffee. But bad because my memory isn’t worth a shit and I will forget to cut the damn thing off and probably blow up the coffee pot when it burns down to nothing. I will let you know how it works out. Hubby wants to get another one as soon as possible, he even knows what kind he wants and I know that kind is expensive, so we shall see. 

So I guess I should go and *UGH* wash clothes and do a bit of cleaning! I hate Mondays!!!! So until next time………..

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

EDIT……BIG meeting happened. Better than expected. Hourly workers do not get the pay cut. So saved hubby’s butt. No mention of 4 day work week but did say hours may be cut.  He is only guaranteeing 4 hours daily. Hubby is not happy about this one though…..Dispatcher is getting laid off and boss man has to take a day off every week and he wants hubby to work the office on that day. Which means he will have to learn how to do the computer stuff, which he doesn’t want to do. And he will have to answer the phones and take orders. He is afraid it will turn in to an office job and he doesn’t want that. I told him at least he is guaranteed one 10 hour day, I call it job security.  But for now, Hubby is holding strong in his job. They even fired 4 big wheels in the main office, I told him it could have been worse. Boss said Hubby would be the last to go in that plant because he can do nearly anything at the plant. Mechanic, loader, driver, apparently office work. Keeping my fingers crossed he continues to slide by the axe.