last year, I actually bought Christmas cards on the 28th of December for 50% off. Who knew?
So apparently I have no excuse now. aarrgghh.
I had Buzz haul out my little tree, it sits forlorn and unassembled in it's box, it's insidious whispering is getting to me, "Make me pretty Mommy!" "Light me up!" "I love you, let me brighten up your life."
Still not sleeping, it's getting a little old. I quit the napping and any hint of caffeine after noonish. Still no joy. I never thought I'd miss the night drugs, big old flabby ass aside.
I ventured out of the house today for a whole hour. Whoopeeeee, all I have for my trouble is some groceries and a new knee ache. I have no idea why I'm anxious about being *ready* for Christmas, we've scaled back a lot and it's really not a lot of work. I guess it's all the uber Mommies on FB talking about all the baking and buying and decorating houses on the 1st of December. Makes me feel inadequate, so shaddup about it.
December 4th today. My nephew is 28, Buzz and I moved in together 29 years ago and it would have been my parents 50th anniversary. Kisses Mommy Ma'am and Daddy Sir.
The dog has developed a nervous gnawing thing on his right pork chop. I'm constantly yelling at him to leave it alone. Milly (best dog ever) had skin problems her whole life, plus she was allergic to fleas, so I'm concerned. BT hasn't any fleas (not for the big $$$ we paid) so maybe a hot spot or one of the cats got sick of being wrangled and bit him.
It was chilly today, but the sun was out and the prescription rebate came in so hello Christmas shopping, maybe, in a couple days, whatever.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
A little recreational battering
Here we go again, yet another famous family man accused in the tabloids of mowing someones lawn. Tiger, Tiger, Tiger. The legit media (hah) hasn't come right out and said what they really think/deduce, but they sure as Hell allude to it. Golf club, fight, other woman, etc.
The media has turned this incident into a three ring circus, they bad, Tiger bad, Mrs tiger really bad. Just think if it was the other way around. Mrs Tiger behind the wheel of a vehicle, scratched and battered (not from the accident) being hovered over by her husband with a golf club. There would be an uproar and rightfully so.
What do I think happened? I think the tabloids busted the story about Tiger and Ms. Uchitel. Tiger and Elin have a blow out, she slaps/scratches him about the head and shoulders, he takes off for the garage, she chases him with one of his clubs (maybe even connects) he gets in the car, backs into the hydrant, pulls out loses consciousness runs into the neighbors tree. Elin isn't done yet, she chases the car down and smashes the back window. Then *renders* first aid. yeah right, more like renders him unconscious.
So now Tiger is refusing to comment, he's cancelled all appearances until next year and he's paid a hefty fine of$164.00. Big deal. I think he needs to tell the truth, embarrassing or not and I think his wife should be charged with battery. Plus the media should back the Hell off.
The media has turned this incident into a three ring circus, they bad, Tiger bad, Mrs tiger really bad. Just think if it was the other way around. Mrs Tiger behind the wheel of a vehicle, scratched and battered (not from the accident) being hovered over by her husband with a golf club. There would be an uproar and rightfully so.
What do I think happened? I think the tabloids busted the story about Tiger and Ms. Uchitel. Tiger and Elin have a blow out, she slaps/scratches him about the head and shoulders, he takes off for the garage, she chases him with one of his clubs (maybe even connects) he gets in the car, backs into the hydrant, pulls out loses consciousness runs into the neighbors tree. Elin isn't done yet, she chases the car down and smashes the back window. Then *renders* first aid. yeah right, more like renders him unconscious.
So now Tiger is refusing to comment, he's cancelled all appearances until next year and he's paid a hefty fine of$164.00. Big deal. I think he needs to tell the truth, embarrassing or not and I think his wife should be charged with battery. Plus the media should back the Hell off.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Some days
I really wonder who or what I pissed off so damn much, to have to live like I do. Sure I'm a whiner and a complainer. You all know the myriad of auto immune diseases I suffer from, and have had to read over the years in this and other Blogs how they attack my day to day. How they affect my life. I always try to get out of bed, that may not sound like a big deal to you gentle reader, but let me tell you, some days it's all I can accomplish. Sure I may only get as far as the couch, but hey, props to me for getting that far.
I'm stuck again, every year is like this, not just at winter but at random times to keep me living the nightmare. I can recognize the signs, the body betrayal so I know when I'm going to flare,I've also Blogged about how I can do bupkiss about it. It's gonna attack come Hell or high water...deal with it.
I try, in my everyday to maintain the party line, I say platitudes to my family and friends, things like; "What doesn't kill me." or, "It's not as bad as last year." or, "I'll be fine as long as I don't give into it." or,"I have good days and bad days."
Well I have to say, "I've FUCKING had enough, I give, Uncle." What the fuck did I ever do to deserve this? Believe me, I've earned the right to rail and moan. I'm sick and bloody tired of making my pain easier on everyone else. I hurt. Since 1996, I've hurt. There's good days, to me a good day is a pain level of 5 with otc pain killers on board (6 or 8 extra strength tylenol or advil)
I repeat that's a good day. A bad day, I want to shoot myself, that's 4 or 5 T3's and 2 oxycodone, and the pain is an 8 still.
When a person is in that much pain, the little things aren't important. You don't give a flying fuck if the house is vacuumed, the dishes done, the bills paid. Who really cares? I find it hard to muster the enthusiasm for much. The fact that I can communicate with a handful of friends, is a miracle.
Take today for instance, Buzz was baptised. I make light of it but the fact that he and the Girl are Christians is just fair dinkum with me. I used to be, I still believe, although I can't reconcile a fair God with my last twenty years or so, that's my problem though. Anyway I went to church (I didn't blow up) to support my husband in this monumental life's journey he's embarked on, I even teared up. I managed to sit and shift for about 90 minutes or so, then the spasms started, excruciating. I got angry, what do I need to do?
I can't even sit for two hours without screaming from the pain. Is that fair? Do I need to sacrifice a cat? (goes to my angry God belief) I tell you I'm at my wits end; my emotional/physical well being and sense of humor have fled the building. I'm damn tired. I hate my puffy body, prednisone piggy, I hate that I can't do much. I hate trying to be positive. I hate getting out of bed, seriously what's the point? Maybe I should give into it and become a druggie or a lush.
I'm stuck again, every year is like this, not just at winter but at random times to keep me living the nightmare. I can recognize the signs, the body betrayal so I know when I'm going to flare,I've also Blogged about how I can do bupkiss about it. It's gonna attack come Hell or high water...deal with it.
I try, in my everyday to maintain the party line, I say platitudes to my family and friends, things like; "What doesn't kill me." or, "It's not as bad as last year." or, "I'll be fine as long as I don't give into it." or,"I have good days and bad days."
Well I have to say, "I've FUCKING had enough, I give, Uncle." What the fuck did I ever do to deserve this? Believe me, I've earned the right to rail and moan. I'm sick and bloody tired of making my pain easier on everyone else. I hurt. Since 1996, I've hurt. There's good days, to me a good day is a pain level of 5 with otc pain killers on board (6 or 8 extra strength tylenol or advil)
I repeat that's a good day. A bad day, I want to shoot myself, that's 4 or 5 T3's and 2 oxycodone, and the pain is an 8 still.
When a person is in that much pain, the little things aren't important. You don't give a flying fuck if the house is vacuumed, the dishes done, the bills paid. Who really cares? I find it hard to muster the enthusiasm for much. The fact that I can communicate with a handful of friends, is a miracle.
Take today for instance, Buzz was baptised. I make light of it but the fact that he and the Girl are Christians is just fair dinkum with me. I used to be, I still believe, although I can't reconcile a fair God with my last twenty years or so, that's my problem though. Anyway I went to church (I didn't blow up) to support my husband in this monumental life's journey he's embarked on, I even teared up. I managed to sit and shift for about 90 minutes or so, then the spasms started, excruciating. I got angry, what do I need to do?
I can't even sit for two hours without screaming from the pain. Is that fair? Do I need to sacrifice a cat? (goes to my angry God belief) I tell you I'm at my wits end; my emotional/physical well being and sense of humor have fled the building. I'm damn tired. I hate my puffy body, prednisone piggy, I hate that I can't do much. I hate trying to be positive. I hate getting out of bed, seriously what's the point? Maybe I should give into it and become a druggie or a lush.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Shots and aches
Well we're back after an unscheduled break. OWIE, had a real go of it this time, it started in my hands and randomly fired and attacked the rest of my joints, big and small. Finally it settled for good in my lower back, pitched a tent and stayed. (it's still here)
I thought I was going crazy there for a few days. Had my double flu shot on the 12th, although I registered some arm pain for a few days it was minor compared to my other pain. All in all a good time to get the shots I guess. I was miserable anyway. I took too much codeine and won't discuss the ramifications of that on here. Again, OWIE.
I'm typing on my new laptop; Buzz, after an annoying afternoon got me hooked up (or rather un-hooked) Lots to get used to as I'm not a geek; well ok I was in band and read a lot as a child, (I think that's more nerdy) but computers and their routers are pretty much beyond me. Technology and I, not a good match.
"Hi I'm Louie, I don't have a cell phone and I've never sent a text, ever."
I had to go and buy a wireless mouse, this pad thing is not for me, mouse good, pad bad.
So far I'm enjoying it without the work, I haven't looked at the text or at the disc on how to operate it, and I have a general idea about Windows 7 after some reading. It's more exciting to learn by trial and error for me. So far I haven't hurt it.
I miss the walks with the girls and dogs, hopefully I'll be able to join them again soon. BT alternates between heavy sighs and staring at me. He works the eyebrows but I'm onto his ways.
I am the proud Mother of three fat, fuzzy, and sluggish house cats. Claw is huge and pretty bitchy about it. *The Dullard* has found a way into the cellar by going under the back stairs and we have to free her a couple times a day. She's stopped getting on the roof at least. She has started (and Spud too) stealing food. Most notably the butter. I was always able to keep food on the counters and they'd never get into it, since Spud came there's a different dynamic I guess and they're trying to maintain their fighting weight.
My car was in the shop getting a little body work done and a new windshield, looks awesome now. They did a good job. It's been a wonderful stormy November so far, we've only lost power once for a few hours. I've been sitting in the BFZ with the wind and rain and being able to see the trees bend makes me glad to be alive. I always thought I was a summer person, but I have to say I like this too.
I thought I was going crazy there for a few days. Had my double flu shot on the 12th, although I registered some arm pain for a few days it was minor compared to my other pain. All in all a good time to get the shots I guess. I was miserable anyway. I took too much codeine and won't discuss the ramifications of that on here. Again, OWIE.
I'm typing on my new laptop; Buzz, after an annoying afternoon got me hooked up (or rather un-hooked) Lots to get used to as I'm not a geek; well ok I was in band and read a lot as a child, (I think that's more nerdy) but computers and their routers are pretty much beyond me. Technology and I, not a good match.
"Hi I'm Louie, I don't have a cell phone and I've never sent a text, ever."
I had to go and buy a wireless mouse, this pad thing is not for me, mouse good, pad bad.
So far I'm enjoying it without the work, I haven't looked at the text or at the disc on how to operate it, and I have a general idea about Windows 7 after some reading. It's more exciting to learn by trial and error for me. So far I haven't hurt it.
I miss the walks with the girls and dogs, hopefully I'll be able to join them again soon. BT alternates between heavy sighs and staring at me. He works the eyebrows but I'm onto his ways.
I am the proud Mother of three fat, fuzzy, and sluggish house cats. Claw is huge and pretty bitchy about it. *The Dullard* has found a way into the cellar by going under the back stairs and we have to free her a couple times a day. She's stopped getting on the roof at least. She has started (and Spud too) stealing food. Most notably the butter. I was always able to keep food on the counters and they'd never get into it, since Spud came there's a different dynamic I guess and they're trying to maintain their fighting weight.
My car was in the shop getting a little body work done and a new windshield, looks awesome now. They did a good job. It's been a wonderful stormy November so far, we've only lost power once for a few hours. I've been sitting in the BFZ with the wind and rain and being able to see the trees bend makes me glad to be alive. I always thought I was a summer person, but I have to say I like this too.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
The assembly
Good morning everyone, glad you could make it out of bed. First I'd like to start with the roll call.
Fuzzy incoherent mind (fibro fog)? HERE!
Lower back, hip pain, both sides? HERE!
Headache? HERE!
Intestinal disquietude? HERE!
Burning indigestion (Fibro gut)? HERE!
Inability to raise arms?......I said, inability to raise arms? Oh, there you are, you should have waved..sheesh.
Swollen, bruised hands and fingers? HERE!
Spasming left knee? HERE!
Aching right knee? HERE!
Swollen toes on left foot? HERE!
Alrighty then, you assembled make up the aching pile known as the body *Louie*. Your mission this rainy cold day, is to get the body cleaned. SILENCE!! This is not an option, this is a must do. The body is disgusting, the teeth are frightful, and don't get me started on how you've chosen to dress it.
We need to do this parts, really, the dog has taken to sleeping with the cats he's so traumatized, and Buzz keeps gagging. So get to it!
Meeting adjourned.
Fuzzy incoherent mind (fibro fog)? HERE!
Lower back, hip pain, both sides? HERE!
Headache? HERE!
Intestinal disquietude? HERE!
Burning indigestion (Fibro gut)? HERE!
Inability to raise arms?......I said, inability to raise arms? Oh, there you are, you should have waved..sheesh.
Swollen, bruised hands and fingers? HERE!
Spasming left knee? HERE!
Aching right knee? HERE!
Swollen toes on left foot? HERE!
Alrighty then, you assembled make up the aching pile known as the body *Louie*. Your mission this rainy cold day, is to get the body cleaned. SILENCE!! This is not an option, this is a must do. The body is disgusting, the teeth are frightful, and don't get me started on how you've chosen to dress it.
We need to do this parts, really, the dog has taken to sleeping with the cats he's so traumatized, and Buzz keeps gagging. So get to it!
Meeting adjourned.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Peace
Imagine all the people living life in peace You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will live as one. — John Lennon
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Autumn Dog.
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=129004&id=660476594&l=5ed7eb2a79
New pics of my baby boy. I'll try to Blog tomorrow, too busy/lazy.
New pics of my baby boy. I'll try to Blog tomorrow, too busy/lazy.
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