TGIF

I am so glad this week is over! If there was another day left, I would be forced to kill someone! This has been a horrid week and I am ready for it to be over!

Just from this morning…… Couldn’t get Little Miss moving (not unusual)….Little Miss decided she wanted a side ponytail, I struggled but got it up, not once but twice (1st time it wasn’t to the side enough *GRRR*), she decides she doesn’t want it on the side, but rather just in the back, which she does for  herself…..  Because I was so ready for her to go, we go out to the bus early, about 3 minutes early…..Truck seat is 4 miles from the steering wheel, couldn’t get it moved up….. Seat is laid back in the truck, forcing me to have to hold myself forward ( have I mention the truck we have borrowed is a 4 speed?)…… Brakes on said, piece of shit borrowed truck grab and damn near threw me out the windshield……  Apparently the bus was earlier than we were and we missed it going in! Thank God, he stopped on his way out of the road! Little Miss almost missed the bus!!!!……. It was drizzling rain which kept Daisy in her pen and she was whining!!!!!!…….Finally quit drizzling, so I took Daisy out, where she took the opportunity to eat a LOT of grass……. Grass which couldn’t stay on her stomach, so you know where this is going….. But you don’t know the half of it……Since she felt bad, she insisted on laying her head in my lap…..since you can now see where that is going, I will stop now…… Hubby having a bad day and called to gripe…….Arm hurts like hell…….Tunes don’t want to play today, don’t know what the hell is up with that!……

And that is just the morning!!!!!!!!!!!! I think I am going to go climb back in bed and hide. The way things are going, a planet will fall out of the sky and hit me in the head!!!!!!!!!! Hope you have a great weekend!!! Until next time…………..

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

Just call me lefty.

Well, that really wouldn’t be accurate, because it is my left arm I am now unable to use! Have I mentioned lately that I hate my dogs with the heat of a million and twelve suns? Well, I do! Both of them, hubby only blames Daisy but Misty started it!

Seems the old woman thinks she is a pup again. She gets outside and hunkers down in front of Daisy, leaps at her and then takes off running. A great game of chase, right? Wrong! First time, Daisy was on the cable and damn near took my head off when she ran past, then damn near took her head off when she reached the end of her cable. The next time, Daisy was firmly attached to her leash, which was firmly wrapped around my hand, which meant when she launched herself after Misty, she took my arm with her!!!!!! No letting go of a leash that is wrapped around your hand!!!! I know that was stuuuupppppid on my part. So after she yanked my arm off (or that was how it felt) and spun me a half circle, I decided I no longer even liked them.

I also decided this was something hubby dearest did not need to know. Since I am not prone to swelling and bruising (I get unexplainable bruises, but ram a door knob in my ribs…nothing) I figured I could easily get past my not so observant husband. Perfect plan, only I forgot to factor in my rat of a daughter! Who promptly noticed mom winced and damn near threw up everytime she moved her arm and thus didn’t move her arm from its rather odd angled position across her stomach. OK, the foul language I mumbled under my breath every time I moved my upper body might have also been a tip off. She asked me about it, I told her to let it go…..she saw NOTHING…..she knew NOTHING!!!!! Her father didn’t need to know anything about it, as long as supper was made and dishes were cleaned up, he would notice NOTHING!!!! Thus stopping the griping and complaining before it was even started.

She suddenly had to ask her dad something, I tried to duct tape her mouth, but she was quicker than me. She met her dad at the door with……”Momma is hurt again! She can’t use her arm!!!!!!!  I think she needs to go to the doctor!!!!” SHIT!!!!! Rat of a child should get nothing but cheese to eat for the next year and a half!!!!!! But his response was priceless…..” I knew it was time for your knee or elbow to go. What happened this time?” *frickin, frackin, son of a …..* “Nothing dear, I am fine.” OK, he didn’t believe me, especially when I refused to move my arm a fraction of a inch. Hey there was no reason for me to have to clean up the mess after I hurled all over the living room! He was pissed, I knew he would be. But I did make supper (BLTs) and I made the tea, only part of it ended up in the floor and on the cabinet and down my arm. I cleaned that up too. Him and the rat cleaned the kitchen up after supper.

I refused to go and get medical treatment. Nothing is broke, I don’t think. It is only my fingers, my hand, my wrist, my elbow, my shoulder, my collar bone and my shoulder blade. Minimal swelling, minimal bruising, the nausea has subsided providing I don’t move my upper body, the pain is a bit worse this morning, the muscle spasms running up and down my arm are a bitch, but who really uses their left arm? Come to find out…..I use that arm a lot!

So since I don’t want to be a burden to my always helpful family, I guess I should get up and manage to accomplish something. I really need to get a nap in sometimes, seems I sleep on my left side and I spent the biggest chunk of the night rolling to my left side and waking up to get the hell off of it!!!!!!!! So I am very sleepy! And blogging one handed has taken quite a bit of time, never knew I really used that hand and arm. So until next time…………

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

WTH?!?!?!?

I have been stressed! I have had lots of stress! Now I seem to be getting a new stress! In the form of my darling brother. I haven’t a clue what the hell I did. He seems to be upset with me for some reason. He didn’t have a whole lot to say to me this weekend. I noticed it but I just thought it was stress and such and ignored it. Then yesterday hubby mentioned that he seemed to be mad at us for some reason. So I guess it wasn’t just me. Now I am playing the what the hell did I do (or not do) or what the hell did I say (or not say) game. It is driving me insane.

I love my brother, really I do. We had the normal….I aggravated the shit out of him, he tormented me kinda brother- sister relationship growing up and now…we…..well… aren’t close, but we don’t hate each other. I see him at family functions a few times a year and he calls or I call a few times a year when something is going on. Usually involves the parents. Hell, we only live about 30 minutes apart and I haven’t even seen his new house, OK, he has lived there a year or so. Hell, he has only seen my home a couple of times! And I have lived here for like 4 years!

I can’t ask him what is going on, it would only end up in a fight. So I am playing the guessing game. I probably will ask mom if she knows what is going on. If he even mentioned it to her.

He seems to be in control mode….all control, all the time. He blew in at mom’s this weekend and pretty much took over. Him and my aunt. They seem to be in cahoots, whispering back and forth, making plans, making schedules, just doing it all. I think they are booting me off to the side. Kinda makes me feel like I am the heartless, shrew of a bastard child. My aunt made the comment that if mom and dad needed anything my brother would call her, kinda made me feel like she felt like I wouldn’t. Whatever!

Here are my possible violations in my brother’s eyes (or at least the options I came up with while playing the WTH did I do game)…….

1.While dad was in the hospital, I only visited twice. I know in 2 weeks, I managed to get there twice. I feel guilty about that. But in my defense….my car has been somewhat down….we have to borrow a car to go anywhere…..I don’t work right across the street from the hospital and live within a 10 minute drive. ( like brother dearest does)…..I called at least twice a day and mom assured me he was doing good……If he had been in any danger, I would have been there round the clock. Family be damned!

2. I haven’t called him and cried about what are we going to do……. Well, no, this is a long haul, not a short trip and yes, mom needs help now, but good Lord, overkill. She doesn’t need someone staying round the clock with them, not  yet. She doesn’t need someone staying the weekends yet. I call, I visit as much as possible, I will do whatever they need me to do. I am not going to hover over them. I told her that. Hell, dad was feeling like he should be looking for his obit. this weekend.

3. I let Little Miss spend the night…..This is the biggest possibility. I talked to mom about it. Dad enjoys having her around. I had a long talk with Little Miss and made sure she knew what was going on, that she couldn’t run Grandma nonstop. Mom seemed to think that her staying wouldn’t be a problem. In fact she was invited back this Friday, providing everything is going smoothly. I don’t see it as a problem as long as she is not a burden to mom and not bothering daddy. I don’t think it is time to change everything. If Little Miss suddenly stops coming over to stay, Daddy is going to feel like it is because of him and he is in a big enough funk as it is. (He doesn’t like everyone coming and doing “his” work.)

4. The last possibility is I didn’t do much work this weekend. Yes, he mowed 7 or 8 acres of grass (Uh, zero turn riding mower!). Hubby dearest did it last week, so there! I did manage to plant 6 crepe myrtles for her, pull weeds, haul tree branches to the mulch pile, help with lunch and supper and run my ass off getting shit out of the shop.

Maybe he feels like he is doing more for them than me. I figure my time is coming when dad gets in BAD shape and I am closest (in miles) and I don’t work so I can do all week. I expect to do that and I want to. I will help in any way that they need. I just don’t think I should be killing myself right now, while they are still doing well on their own. Mom doesn’t think any of us should be killing ourselves and getting down at this point. She is a realist, she knows she is going to need help, but she says right now, they are doing fine. She knows the mowing is beyond her (she can’t run the mower, hell, I am not coordinated enough to run the stupid thing either.) but otherwise, she says she can handle it. Housework, cooking, laundry and such. I know where she is coming from, I don’t like people coming in and doing my shit either. (OK, I would love for someone to come in and do my work sometimes, but when I am down it kills me for someone else to do it.)

She told me last night when we were over there, yes, I went to visit last night. (Hubby did the weed whacking my brother didn’t do) That right now, she wished people would come and visit, just visit. She could keep everything else up and if she needed help, she would ask for it. (She won’t but that is really beside the point.) She appreciates everything that everyone is doing, but she feels like the whole weekend, work the whole time you are there thing is making Daddy feel like they are putting him in the grave already. Or that he is in way worse shape than they are telling him.

Brother Dearest put in for FMLA, a good thing, he figures get all his ducks in a row for when it is needed. I am all for being prepared, daddy has always been about being prepared for whatever might happen, but he felt like it wasn’t needed now. It took a lot of talk on momma’s part to convince him that he only did it because daddy and granddaddy are both in poor health and she is tending to both if needed. What if they both had doctor’s appointments, one was in the hospital and one was sick… you know a lot of convincing.

We went over last night and he was in a good mood. We talked, we cut up, we watched TV. I didn’t hover over him, didn’t ask him constantly if he was OK, I treated him just like I did before he got sick. Hubby dearest even told him he wasn’t sick, his yard was just too damn big and he was tired of tending to it. He also requested a few hits of his oxygen. You know we treated him just like we always have. Now we did ask about his lung function test (dad said he passed it, mom said the tech told him he did his best and that was all they asked.), I asked him if he was OK when he had a coughing fit, We asked about his swelling and doctor’s appointment. But we treated him normal.

My aunt hovers. She babies him. She is constantly asking if he is alright and if he needs anything. My brother….takes over. Maybe I am feeling left out. Seems brother dearest and my aunt are talking near daily on the phone. Making plans and schedules and not telling me what is going on. But I feel like as long as I am there for momma and daddy and I do whatever they need for me to do and listen when they need to talk, I am doing my share. So to hell with them and their schedules and their plans. I am going to do my own thing. Until next time………..

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

So it’s Monday and you know what that means….

It has really been fairly quiet around here this weekend. Friday, I more or less enjoyed the peace and quiet that I occasionally get around here, geared up for the weekend. When hubby got home, we ran in to town and grabbed a bite to eat and a few things from Hel-Mart and then carried Little Miss to grandma’s. It has been a few weeks since she was able to stay the night and she (and I) have missed it. Her allergies have really been giving her a fit and I feared that she might have a slight cold and might have to stay home. I didn’t fear it for my sanity, but rather because Dad’s immunity is so low and his lungs are so weak, that she might have to stay away, but she wasn’t running a fever and she had all her classic allergy symptoms, so after running it past mom, we decided it would be OK.

My brother decided to stay with my parents this weekend and give mom the weekend off. He would do all the cooking, cleaning, jumping and yard work and mom was to sit on her butt all weekend. HA! My brother cook? AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Cleaning, yes, he is a bit OCD about that shit. Yard work? AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! He has a tiny yard and pays to have it mowed. But whatever…. he is helping. So him and Freddie (his Cocker Spaniel) showed up Friday, right after work. He didn’t seem real pleased that Little Miss was staying, but she was told she would have to behave (which she does for momma), not have grandma jumping and be quiet and not get on Granddaddy’s nerves. Hell she is even helpful when she wants to be.

We visited for a bit and came home to regular date night activities…..computer and books. We are so adventurous!

So Saturday, hubby and The Boy went to get a car that The Boy had bought almost a year ago and just now got with the guy so that he could go get it. Huge UGLY boat of a car…..Think Ghostbuster car. A 60 something station wagon. A classic or that is what I am told. Rare…. Yeah, uh huh! Ugly boat of a car. But whatever, I am glad he finally got it, I was beginning to think the guy had took his money and run.

I on the other hand, went to mom’s to visit. My brother was there, my aunt was coming down. You know visit with folks. UH, NO. My brother had other ideas. Hell my aunt had other ideas. It was yard work time, or at least according to them, so I borrowed a shirt from mom and went to work.

He trimmed trees, I hauled branches. He mowed with the mower, my aunt pushed mowed, and I planted Crepe Myrtles and pulled weeds and ran up and down that damn walkway and hundred and eleven times. Need gas? Sure, I will go get it….*dammit,   grumble, grumble, bitch*. I didn’t care to do it. My own yard needed attention, but I didn’t care to do it. Mom did help, against my brother’s wishes, but she just couldn’t make herself sit and do nothing while we worked. Little Miss did her share, she kept an eye on dad and helped with Freddie.

Hubby started putting the transmission in my car once he got back from getting The Boy’s car. Turns out…..a newer car is a pain in the ass to work on. Can’t just pull the tranny and put another one in. Oh, NO. You have to pull the motor out and trade out trannies and put it back in. So around darkish, he came and got me and we went to the shop and I helped him. OK, he  pointed at bolts and said take that out and I did. We finally gave up and came home around 11ish. I was dog tired and ready for a shower and bed.

Sunday hubby got up and took The Boy with the idea of getting my car put back together and getting it home. I was getting text and visits often. He officially hates my car with the heat of a million suns. The motor fell of the jack when they were taking it out. Pulled some wires in two, but no major un-fixable damage. The axles were different, turns out they weren’t different just needed to add a part from my axles. The the grandfather of all mishaps…..The motor fell of the jack as they were about to put it back in, landed on a tiny bolt and put a hole in the oil pan. He gave up for the day after  that.

I worked in my yard. Flower gardens got weeded, trees got trimmed, flowers got cut back. Picked up stuff in the yard. Fought with Little Miss, who was upset that she couldn’t go with her dad and was stuck with me all day. Killed a Black Widow spider. Almost grabbed her ass up before I saw her. But a lot of bug spray later, I watched her pissed off ass die!

Yesterday was Hellion #2’s birthday and they were having cupcakes this weekend to celebrate, next week is the actual party. So we wondered over there and then up to the shop to clean up all the oil that spilled in the floor from my car.   Hubby decided to take off today and get my car put back together. He has gone to get a few things and should be back for The Boy any time now. So I must be going and hopefully tomorrow I will be back and have a better post. Until then………….

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

Two whole weeks……

That is how long Little Miss has been in school. That is about how long my demon spawn has been around again. You know the one who bears her razor sharp teeth, spreads her wings wide, glides across the room and grabs you up with her claws, so that she may rip your head off and spit down your throat. Yeah, that one. She is such a doll, I am telling you! I had gotten rather used to the other form my demon spawn had taken…..Cranky, hormonal, screeching, teeth baring, stomping pain in my ass.

But this one…*shudder*…. takes some getting used to. I have seen this form before, surprisingly…it does seem to show up mainly during the school year. But this year *shudder*, it is louder, bigger and damn if it ain’t a bit scarier. Her fangs seem to just drip the poison, the wing span is at least 400 foot wide, the claws, always razor sharp, seem to have gotten sharper, and the screech is deafening. And I will be damned if I ain’t the only one who gets the “pleasure” of meeting this one. Her dad gets the sunshine and unicorns shooting out her ass side, I get the demon child.

Day one of school wasn’t so bad…..if you don’t include the afternoon. Or the night. Getting her up wasn’t so bad, first day of school, seeing people she hadn’t seen all summer, not real bad. Only bared them fangs and growled a few times. The second the bus pulled away that afternoon….. Full on demon spawn. I swear I couldn’t breath for the entire 10 second ride up the driveway. 50 inch fangs bared, 400 foot wing span (fully extended in my itsy car), poison dripping all over my clean car seats, razor sharp talons flying in all directions (I swear she ripped my dash out), I do believe her head spun around a time or two and a bit of pea soup was splashed about. It was UGLY.

What set off the demon child? I dared to ask her how her day went. I know I am so ashamed of myself for baiting the demon child that way. I watched in horror as she transformed and spit angry words in a foreign language at me. I think she was cussing me in demon. I did make out a few snarls……

I hate school!

The teachers are brats!

School is stupid!

I want to be home schooled!

You ruined my life! I HATE You!!!!!!!!!!

She got out of the car, ran to the house, slammed the door, kicked the dog, cussed the cat, stomped down the hall and slam her own bedroom door. I, on the other hand, sat in the car. Shell shocked and, well to be quite honest, trying to talk myself out of killing her. heh! I managed to check the car for damage and go in. I admit it, I avoided the demon child. She, on the other hand, decided I must spend time with her in her brand new and improved form. Made for an interesting afternoon. Me taking cover on the couch and her spewing venom. Then the amazing transformation took place…..She heard her daddy pull up. She quickly pulled in her fangs, wings, talons and turned in to a pouting, tears running, sniffling little girl. Yes, she was a tortured little angel.

I can’t get my locker open daddy. *sniff*

They had to give me a new locker and I had already learned my combination on the other one. *sniff* I worked all weekend to learn it and now I have to learn another one. *sniff, sniff*

The teachers are so mean. *sniff*

It is so different. *sniff* we have to change classes. *sniff* And go to our locker between every class and I can’t get my locker open and my locker is on bottom and I have to wait for the other people to get done. *pout, sniff, pout*

It is going to be so hard and they are going to give us so much work. *sniff, pout, sniff, tears rolling*

Will you please home school me…..PLLLLLEEEEEEAASE. *bat those eyes baby*

And I am sitting on the couch…..staring and trying to figure out what makes him so special that he gets “that” child! I even tried to defend myself when she “accidentally” mentioned that I had been of no help whatsoever. Yeah, stammering and stuttering about a demon spawn, fangs, claws, screeching and such, is a really good defense. Oh, give me a break, after witnessing that child in action, you would have been speechless too!

And the demon child has appeared daily every since. Transforming the second that damn truck pulls in to the driveway. I had hoped that The Boy would have at least witnessed her in action so that he could back me up. Would you believe, she seems to sense when he gets close? She transforms back to the poor, pitiful child, when he isn’t looking at her, those eyes glow bright red and she shoots daggers at me! The second he walks out ….. TA DA ….. Demon Child! Yep, it is that quick.

Of course, Hubby dearest wants to know why I just can’t seem to get along with her……UH, Demon Spawn! She swears I hate her. That I am just plain mean and don’t care. UH, DEMON CHILD!!!! Hubby dearest just shakes his head and doesn’t understand it. How else can I say it? I LOVE my daughter, it is the demon child I have a problem with. Hubby dearest thinks I should be committed. Go ahead I need the vacation! I dare you! Maybe then he could meet the creature.

A few days ago, he caught a glimpse of the demon child. He saw a bit of fang, claw, and venom spewing. He also saw that I provoked her in NO way! See that is her be all, end all excuse for everything……I yelled at her, I did this or that, I said something. It is ALWAYS my fault. AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! Busted, demon child! I wish he could have seen her in all of her glory. But that didn’t happen, he only saw a second of it, only a little bit of it, she was able to get it under control before she completely transformed! Her eyes glowed bright, the fangs appeared, the poison started to drip, but then after a few daggers in my general directions, she just let it go. But that little bit that he saw, showed him, she was not the angel he thought she was, that perhaps….I wasn’t at fault all the time. Maybe, just maybe, she might…..might be at fault sometimes. I’ll take that. He says maybe I shouldn’t be committed and that kinda pisses me off……I was looking forward to a little vacation!

I am waiting for him to say those magic words…who the hell knows what they are……If I knew, I sure wouldn’t speak them again…. and have her transform in all her glory for him. I think it would be really entertaining to watch when the attack isn’t aimed at me. That makes me a mean, sick person, doesn’t it? NAH! Until next time…………..

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Well Chit! It don’t sound real good.

Dad went to the doctor and it ain’t promising.

OK, first, I must bitch…..Mom carried dad to the doctor on Tuesday afternoon and she didn’t bother to tell anyone! Seems his kidneys quit acting and they called the doc and he said they needed to run a few blood test, to bring him in….And she didn’t tell anyone! I found out yesterday when I called to see how his lung doctor appointment went. So we will start with the appointment she told no one about…..

All his kidney function tests came back fine, but the test that indicates blood clots was a bit high and they wanted to run test to see if he could have a blood clot somewhere. They did that yesterday before the lung doctor. No word on how that test came back. The tech said she talked to his family doctor and when they got home there was a call from his office but they didn’t leave a message and the office was closed so….no results. Surely to God if he had a blood clot they would have left a message for them. I don’t know this is the same doctor who treated him for pneumonia for 3 months before sending him anywhere else! And he only did it then because Daddy went in the hospital and said something had to be done. And the quack doctor he went to first, treated him for pneumonia for a month and wanted to check him for sleep apnea, even knowing that he has already had the surgery for that. Wonderful doctors!

Aneeway, as far as the kidney thing….Maybe a slight infection. Two of the medicines he is on will lower your resistance so…. Not really sure about it.

So he went to the lung doctor and I haven’t gotten the whole story, mom keeps saying there is more but this isn’t an “opportune” time to talk about it. I believe it had something to do with daddy wondering around close and she didn’t want to talk about it in front of him. But this is what I know……

He has Interstitial Pulmonary Fibrosis, scarring of his lungs. The cause is not known. I understood that it is in both lungs, one worse than the other. But that is neither here nor there, this is the biggie……He is as good as he is going to be. Where he is now is the high point, it is downhill from here. There is no medicine to make him better, well, they are in clinical trials on some medicine that could keep it from getting worse, but there is no studies that show that it actually does any good. The way it was explained to mom was……You know that stuff in your skin that causes scar tissue when you get a cut….well, he has a whole lot of it in his lungs.

I did a little research on the web…..I didn’t like what I saw so I quit reading! A little bit of what I found was…..

The only treatment is a lung transplant…..mainly for young people.

Some people live up to 5 years, most die within 3 years and a few die within a few months.

There is a type that is hereditary. For the record…..Yes, this scares the HELL out of me! Interesting side note….His mom died of the same shit! Pulmonary Fibrosis, of course she was deprived of oxygen for some time and had already damaged her brain before anyone knew she was sick. Not actually deprived but her oxygen levels were very low for quite some time and she more or less lost her cotton picking mind.

 The first sign anything was wrong with her was….my aunt went for a visit and found all these bags lined up along the walls in different rooms and asked Grandma about it. Grandma said she knew the shit went in those rooms but she didn’t know where, so she put everything in bags in the right rooms. And that was just the start. Her mind was kinda like a dementia patient and she got kinda mean. She had no qualms telling you what she thought of you. Don’t get me wrong, we laughed our collective asses off at some of her stunts, but it was really sad to see such a wonderful, funny lady become what she became.

Some of her stunts included…..

Letting the air out of all 4 of daddy’s tires when he went to take her to the nursing home. Seems she didn’t want to go. Hell, she was such a handful, the nursing home kicked her out in 3 days.

When it was his turn to stay with her, while they were looking for sitters, she continually cut the lights on to ask Daddy if he was asleep yet. Every 2 minutes the lights flipped on and he heard…”Are you asleep yet?” When he told her no, she would just say OK and go back to bed for 2 more minutes. To make matters worse she took to telling him, he needed his sleep and he should go to sleep.

My boys would go and visit and would run from the front door, out the back and then from the back door out the front. She told my aunt she had all sorts of little people visiting her, hundreds of them.

She gave the preacher a bowl of homemade chicken soup and she told him she thought it was too good for him but since he was already eating it, she didn’t want it back.

There are a lot more, but….anyway, she lived in hell on Earth and I fear that is what we have coming. Of course dad still has his mind and he is on oxygen, if he would keep it on, so maybe he will keep his mind. The big problem is mom won’t accept your help. She thinks she can do it all by herself. She was that way with her mom, she wouldn’t ask her brother or sister for any help and granddaddy wasn’t in any shape to help a whole lot.

I have offered to keep the house up for her and she says she can do it while daddy is resting. Hubby mowed the yard and weed eated, she said that she could do it. If not that my brother could come and do it one week and hubby the next and really it could go a couple of weeks without mowing. But she hated for them to do it. I offered to sit with daddy and let her go shopping or whatever and she said she could pick up a few things here and there when daddy had to go to the doctor. I did ride with her to go get his medicine and gave her the opportunity to talk about what was going on. I told her she could call or come over anytime she needed to. I told her if she needed anything all she had to do was call. I think I will just take to showing up on her doorstep and sitting there with them. I know she wouldn’t run me off, she isn’t rude that way. heh!

So that is the run down of what I know. I don’t know if we have  months or years, but I am glad that I have already made some peace with him. A couple of years ago, he went on a retreat with the church and they asked that we send him letters to read during his quiet time and I took that opportunity to get a few things off my chest and let him know that despite what he thought, I did love him and appreciated everything he did for me. He in turn invited me out to lunch, just the 2 of us, and we talked like we never had before. We decided that he wasn’t perfect and neither was I and we went from there. I would never say that I am as close to him as I am my mom, but we are a lot closer than we used to be.

At this moment I really haven’t sat down and had my cry about this so that I can move on to doing what I need to do. I have spoke to The Boy and Little Miss and explained that he is as good as he is getting and that we are going to have to help out and also to let things go, if daddy blows up on them. I told them grudges were not allowed, not with him. So when I have a few minutes alone and undisturbed, I will sit down and mourn the loss of my active dad and deal with the idea that I am actually going to lose him. Then I can move past that and on to helping as much as my parents will let me. Until next time…………..

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

I quit AGAIN….

I had done pretty good with the last time. No clothes were washed if they weren’t in the laundry room, the rooms weren’t touched by my hands (or theirs), they waited until I was able to get the other minor things. Then it went down hill. The first day of school hit and it went to shit!

In one day, ONE DAY, I asked Little Miss how school went…..FINE! I asked her if she got her locker opened……I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT SCHOOL!!! I got out her homework folder….She took it away from me! I looked at her workbook…..She yanked it away and said she didn’t want me to look at her stuff and commenced to demand that I cook her something to eat NOW….please! So instead of knocking her through the wall (which was my first thought!) I told her I QUIT and walked out of the house. I put on my ear thingies and listened to music.

She came out wanting to know if I was fixing her a grilled cheese sandwich. I reminded her I just quit! She asked me what she was suppose to do. I told her to either fix it herself or do without, I could care less, I QUIT! She was calling her dad….I handed her my phone. She was going to tell him NO ONE ever did anything for her. I told her to mention that NO ONE did shit for me either. She handed the phone back to me, seems she no longer wanted to talk to him.

She asked me how to make a grilled cheese sandwich (apparently her using the stove was suppose to scare me into doing it for her) I told her how to do it. She managed without burning down the house and she even got her own drink. I stayed on the porch until her father got home. She was not happy, but I had some relief.

She is now making her own plate at supper and getting her own snacks. She doesn’t like it and always asks me to do it for her, but I just remind her I quit. I swear, my family is helpless! All of them!

Now if she asks me nicely and I don’t care to do it, I will do for her. If she has an attitude and gets snotty, I remind her I quit. I still have to do the washing, but her stuff only gets washed if it is in the laundry room and I don’t put any of it up. I still have to cook dinner, but she eats what I fix (or does without or fixes herself a pot pie or pizza) and she fixes her own plate. I still don’t touch her room and it is between her and her father when he decides he is tired of it.

I had to let them all know I quit the whole slave business. Even those boys do for themselves or do without. I clean the house, but remind them to pick up behind themselves (I’ll let you know when that is working well, they do try some, but it isn’t going real smoothly.).

I blew a gasket with hubby yesterday. Over money. Or the lack of it and his spending habits. He for some damn hair brained reason thought it would be a great idea for him to just cash his check and put the money in his pocket. Yeah, a lot of bills get paid that way! We haven’t lost services, but it would only be a matter of time if I let him keep on. He avoided me all day, only texting from outside. heh! I guess I got on him fairly hard, but damn, I have had it with all of them.

When you start having fantasies of leaving the whole thing behind and running away, it is time to do something. And running off just doesn’t sound like a great solution. Neither does the other fantasy running through my mind. But we won’t go there, it involves rather illegal things. heh!

I truly believe I just need a break away from the stress of my demanding family and other things I just can’t seem to get away from. I have decided becoming an alcoholic isn’t an option either, dammit. Though a drink every night does help with my sleep issues. heh! I think I am just fed up. Go figure, I have always done for all of them and they expect it. It is my fault I take full responsibility for it. That don’t mean I have to like it or keep doing it.

So I have had my whine for the day, so I shall go. Until next time…..

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

Gawd, I have missed ya’ll!

I swear I didn’t abandon ya’ll. Internet people just hate me!!!!! You know I was having issues for a couple of weeks then …….BAM! The whole damn thing just up and flew away! Nothing. No reset. No Internet. No help from Tech. support, because you know they HATE me! Nothing! They would swear it wasn’t the modem. It was my outside box, it was the lines in my house, it was possibly the lines in the yard. It was anything and everything, but NOT the modem. Yesterday, a wonderful man….an angel maybe….walked in my house and he remembered me, he remembered changing out the modem time and time again…..And he checked my modem and guess what he discovered??????? My modem was blown AGAIN!!!!!!! Bastards! So instead of giving me the crappy modem that they “give” you, he upgraded me! And added NO charge, warranty work! He is an angel, I am telling you! In 5 minutes tops…..he was surfing the net on MY computer! I had Internet again! If it wouldn’t have been just SO wrong I would have grabbed him and kissed him full on the mouth! So I am back!!!!!

You haven’t missed a lot around my neck of the woods….. but I will run a quick summary…………..

1. Dad is finally out of the hospital after 2 weeks. He also has a diagnoses! Pulmonary Fibrosis. Best I understand it is scar tissue in and on his lungs. It ain’t going away but hopefully they can keep it from getting worse and make him comfortable. He was sent home with 96% oxygen set at 4 liters and was told to wear it FULL time. He changes the settings…2 liters, 3 liters…. takes it off, says he only has to wear it when he needs it…..sits off by himself. Gets short with everybody. He is running mom’s legs off.

Did I mention that he also has MOLD in his lungs????!!!!!???? Yeah, seems he picked that up at the hospital. So they have him on medicine for that too and it is screwing with his vision and everything is just a big blur. Did I happen to mention he is also having hallucinations? And very vivid dreams? Seems the meds cause that too. And the steroid they have him on, has him swelling up to the bursting point at times. And now his hearing aids aren’t working very good. Yeah, it is a treat! But the way the doc talks, he has years to get used to it. SO we will accept that.

2. School has been back for a bit over a week now. Little Miss request to be home schooled daily, stated she would NOT be going back! She hates that school, she hates the teachers, she hates the lockers, she hates the work, she hates P.E., she hates everything! I will not be home schooling this child and she has been told, but that doesn’t stop her from griping daily!

3. We got a family plan for cell phones. Unlimited text….Oh, yeah, never had that before. I may never talk on the phone again! Even hubby does the text thang! He swore he wouldn’t, if he couldn’t talk…he just wouldn’t use it! The very first day……15 text from hubby alone! Course the first one was something like….”Gi baay” I finally figured it out……”Hi baby”. He is getting better. If I could get him to quit sending out more than one text at a time…..I try to answer one and he is sending another one and by the time I get a text sent, he forgot what he wrote for that one and my answer makes NO sense to him. Only came to a fight once! He sent out like 3 text and I sent him a text for the first one and he took the answer for the third one and it involved those boys and it was on. Finally got it across to him that I was answering the first text and he settled down.

4. Those boys are still hanging out and playing Wii, we may have even picked up 1 or 2 more. Apparently we are trying to fill our house with the state’s most wanted. HA!

5. The Boy went to court…..60 days in jail, 56 suspended, 2 years probation, CRO (court referral office) could give him community service and make him attend those classes again, $800. in fines and a year without his license. And his attorney slipped in that youthful offender and before the DA knew what was happening the judge granted it. So it will be sealed on his record, again. It went to trial…the cop lied, the lawyer was slick and according to the lawyer if we had a judge who followed the letter of the law, it would have been dismissed. But all in all we are happy with the outcome.

So that is about it, I will do better tomorrow, but it is raining and hubby is on his way home and I have a ton of shit to accomplish. So until next time…………

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

I think she doesn’t trust me…..

Ya’ll know my MIL, OK not personally, but you know how she is. A big pain in my ASS! Well, she is up to a few little annoying things here lately. Might be pretty funny if it didn’t piss me off. OK it is damn funny, but please. I have decided she doesn’t trust me. I don’t know why, I have never did a thing that would cause her to think that I would do anything untrustworthy. But apparently she feels I can’t be trusted. And she is BITCHING up a storm lately. First the bitching……

One of the young men, who has been gracing our yard lately, has a drag car. Nothing major, just a car to piddle on and take down the track at the local drag strip. Well, he decided it would be a good group project. Him, The Boy and the little shit could tinker on it and run it. He brought it here. We have tools, the little shit is always here, of course, Hubby is a good source of info….where could you find a better place? I don’t have a problem with it, Hubby doesn’t have a problem with it (except that it brings the young men here often), it doesn’t eat or drink anything that I have to provide. Not a big deal, right?

Apparently MIL has a problem with it. She keeps saying he needs to carry it home. He was out in the shop one day and she walked out there and turned the lights out on him, whatta way to say, “Get the hell out!” I didn’t understand it. He is a very nice young man, kinda quiet, doesn’t drink, doesn’t eat my food, never stays too long, always lets me know he is out there. (New father to boot, so he goes home early) I couldn’t figure it out. He is bashful, so outside of speaking only those words needed to let me know he is out there, he really doesn’t have a lot to say to me. Sweet guy, really.

I walked over to her house the other day. I figured out her problem with him. It isn’t him…..It is the CAR. Not that it is loud, but it blocks her line of sight! Yes, she can’t see over here because of it. And if she can’t see over here, she has no idea what we are doing. HA! And it drives her NUTS! Not that anything interesting ever happens here, but if it suddenly did, she couldn’t see it.

Now the day before yesterday, she pulled a stunt, though, funny as hell, it pissed me off. One of the young men who is a regular on the weekends, nice guy, came up. Now I really like this boy, he is funny as hell and I love to listen to his stories! Aneeway, he came up and I waved him in. He asked where my sons were, I told him I had no clue, they had all just up and left. (He asked if I had killed them all and needed help burying the bodies in the back yard. HA! Love this guy!) Aneeway he had a seat and was talking to me, he had been in the house for less than 3 minutes when MIL came knocking on the front door. (I swear he was in the recliner on one side of the room, I was on the couch across the room. Nothing could have been taken wrong!) She came baring food. Thought I might want it. (I swear it was her supper, part of the chicken had been eaten! She had to have an excuse to come over, Yo!) And she had a seat. And she started talking. And the guy was very polite and talked to her. (He kept looking at me like “WTF!”) And she sat. Hubby called, I talked to him, told him the guy was here (didn’t hide anything, NOTHING to hide!). Hubby didn’t have a problem with him being here. ( I even asked The Boy if he got upset about it and just didn’t say anything to me. He said no, and they figured he would be here when they got home.) And MIL sat!

Finally after about 10 minutes the guy said he was going to head out. When he got up, she got up. He tried to hold the door for her (him inside), she stopped and waited for him to go out. He walked out on the porch and held the door for her. He stopped in the driveway to say something, I swear she turned back, but when he got in his car, she went on. Now that just PISSED me off. Not that she came over (though that pisses me off any time, she does get on my nerves!), but that apparently she felt I couldn’t be trusted not to attack this poor young man. Shit fire and bark at the freakin moon, I have never did anything out of the way! Pissed me off.

When he came back last night, with hubby and The Boy both here, I felt the need to tell him, MIL didn’t trust me, it wasn’t him. (He has a bit of a reputation with the law. I hear he is a local legend with them. HA!) I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable coming here, thinking that she came here to protect me. He laughed and said he thought it was funny as hell and that he had a MIL like that too, so he understood. (He is currently in the middle of a divorce) I told him that it could have been a female and she would have came over nosing around. Of course, I think had it been a female, she would have left, not sat to babysit. But whatever!

He wouldn’t have stayed long anyway, I am sure, and that is really beside the point. If hubby didn’t have a problem, what the hell was hers! You would have thought we had some kind of thing going on and she thought she was going to bust us the way she came flying in! I admit he does come over here quite a bit, just like the rest of them, and he does show up before hubby gets home from time to time (I guess he gets off work, showers and heads over here. He says he gets bored and checks in with us to see what is going on. He knows he won’t find trouble here, and trouble seems to find this boy. And we aren’t the only place he visits.). But the way hubby works, you never quite know when he is getting home and he always comes in the evenings and The Boy should be home, so please! It’s not like he is showing up in the middle of the day when he KNOWS I am home alone. That might look suspicious. Nope, he comes in the evening when The Boy or hubby would be here.

Good Lord, I look in the mirror every day, whether I want to or not, he AIN’T showing up here for the chunky old chick! She needs to get a grip! Pissed me off. Nosy old bitty and not trusting me! Quick question….Am I taking this too personal? Or does it really look bad when these boys stick around when hubby and The Boy aren’t around. Most of the time I meet them on the porch, so we are outside. And really, they/I never say anything out of the way, just general conversation. (How ya doin? What have ya been up to? Law after ya today? you know general shit.) I know I have cracked jokes here about turning into a “cougar”, but seriously…I don’t match the physical profile for starters and even if the opportunity presented itself (which it never has and I really doubt would), I couldn’t bring myself to do it. So am I taking this too personal or is she really a bitch? I want to know, really let me have your best shot.

So how have you been? Internet/modem is still giving me a fit, so I have been around sporadically at best. I guess I better go, before it boots me off again. Until next time………..

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

What I have learned…..

I learned a few things this weekend……Go figure, almost *choke* 40 and still learning. I hope I remember these lessons…..but I doubt it.

1. It is not a good idea to play the Wii and drink. Things will get broke and you will never find all the pieces. (a secondary lesson was learned with this…. I suck at puzzles!) I think I was bowling, Little Miss said I was playing tennis, but whichever it was…..My three headed horse head statue….uh, will never be the same.

2. Never speak of cheerleading days when drinking. Because no matter how old you are….you will have to see if you can still do those jumps and those flat splits. For the record….I can still do the jumps, just not as high as I used to and the splits…….almost FLAT! Not bad for an old chick….and no warm up stretches! Also for the record………I forgot how many muscles those jumps use and I found a whole slew of them I forgot I had!!! And the splits……NOT for old chicks!!!!! Son of a bitty in high hills….I was mobile, but not because I wanted to be!!!!

3. Shorts and cowboy boots are all the rage at the local tractor pull. Hubby darling’s first words upon entering the house from boy’s night out were, “We are getting you some cowboy boots!!!!” For the record….The Boy and the little shit, almost hit the floor when he said it. Never underestimate my husband’s ability to shock the hell out of these young men with things that come out of his mouth. And never underestimate how many people these young men will tell what he said. Or the amount of embarrassment I might have when they repeat his words. Believe me NO ONE wants the picture of me in short shorts and cowboy boots in their head! That could be the start of many NIGHTMARES(!!!)  for years to come!

4. My darling hubby has developed a jealous streak that I think is funny as hell! (Or a guilty mind..hhhhmmmm, must think on this one.) For some unknown reason he has suddenly developed a problem with these young men hanging out over here when him or The Boy aren’t home. I guess I will have to quit harassing him about it, shit I think he is seriously worried. Which I think is seriously funny as hell! I mean PAHLEASE!!!! Yeah this young men are seriously thinking about chasing the chunky old chick around the house. AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!! It would be a better bet that I was thinking about chasing these young men around the house! AH HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I bet they could really move if that happened! AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Don’t know where the hell that came from, one day he just started up with *they* are going to have to quit coming over and sticking around when me or The Boy aren’t around. I, of course, started laughing and said something like, “And what fun would that be.” OOPS! Now he has decided that something is/could (be) going on. My second mistake was laughing. I am thinking they have something on him… and he is running scared they will tell me. (I really need those emoticons with the shifty eyes and such) heh! He almost shit a brick when he came home and found 3, count them, THREE of them sitting here with me! AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! For the record…..Little Miss was here and they were playing Wii and talking to each other. I swear this is just the place to hang out, not some sort of kinky, bizarre mom whore house! Give me a break…all but one of them calls me MOMMA! And the one who doesn’t, never calls me by anything, I swear none of them actually know my name! I should quiz them. HA!

5. Hubby can and will torment me for doing stupid shit! Sore as hell from doing cheer jumps and trying to do the splits? Let’s go to the flea market, Hel-Mart, get some groceries….Walk those legs off! Son of a bitty in cowboy boots!

6. The young men will never let you live down doing stupid shit and will share with others…..I WAS NOT DRUNK! I DON’T CARE WHAT LITTLE MISS SAID! I WAS NOT DRUNK AND I DID NOT DRINK AS MUCH AS SHE SAID I DID!!!! I admit I was feeling damn good and not feeling any pain, but I was not DRUNK and she added about 3 beers to the number that I actually drank!

7. Little Miss will share secrets! No matter how many times you tell her not to! So much for saying, I am going to try this, DON”T say a word to anyone! Especially your daddy!!!!! She tells the little shit, the second he wakes up! He said nothing….Shock set in and he called me a drunk! Was NOT! (Damn I feel like a second grader…was to….was not….was to…was not!!!)

8. I should have been in Vegas…What happens in Vegas….Stays in Vegas!

9. Hubby still looks at the sweet young things! The little shit told off on him….on accident. And then hubby told me if he could have talked to one certain sweet young thing, he wouldn’t have come home. AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Then there was the “fat chick” who his boss pointed out to him as “THE ONE”. No clue how big the fat chick was…only that they all called her that and that she shouldn’t have been wearing what she was wearing. I also learned that they all drooled over the one in the green shorty shorts, apparently she was making the rounds so that everyone could see her.

10. And the final one!!!! I should never drink large quantities of alcohol and get near the computer. I had to have a human spell checker standing behind me. Good thing she was behind me or my PLURKS would have looked something like………”i anm habving a bklasrtt playyyinh wwe! i anm kicjing lmtail om tennnnnisss.” Apparently after consuming large quantities of beer, my fingers keyboard doesn’t work right.

11. One more and I must go………After large quantities of alcohol……Me and Little Miss can actually get along!!!!!!!!!!!! I think I will start drinking now!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Until next time……………

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