Cartoons

Back at the Barnyard. Innocent sounding cartoon, right? This is the description of today's program.

Snotty Boy is knocked unconscious while terrorizing the barnyard; Snotty Boy captures Pip in one of his mouse traps and plans on feeding him to his pet snake.

Were there never descriptions of Road Runner or Bugs Bunny? Tom and Jerry? Foghorn Leghorn? Now those were barnyard antics! I never remember cartoons being so violent as the ones that are on now. They were. Don't get me wrong. One can only take an anvil to the head so many times! Tom has way more than nine lives. The description above just struck me funny this morning. Up until now I have had complete control over what Em watches while she is home because she didn't know how to use the remote control. That time is gone..lol. She still has lots to learn about it but it won't be long. Thankfully right now she only knows one channel and that is the "good" cartoon channel!

There is humor in here somewhere...

Out and about on my twice monthly marathon shopping trip, (I hate shopping. Did you know that?) two things stood out.

One was a sign. I wish I had the camera with me. Of course, when I first spotted the sign I was so tired and googly eyed I read it wrong. It said, UPS AT PMS. Like a flock of startled Gackles thoughts flew through my weary mind. There is humor in here somewhere....

The other. I had lunch at Olive Garden Italian Restaurant. As an appetizer with my soup and salad lunch I ordered fried mozzarella sticks. Yummy warm gooiness on a blustery winter day. The waitress came back and sheepishly told me they had RUN OUT OF MOZZARELLA. *blink blink* Huh? An ITALIAN restaurant running out of mozzarella?? ooooook then. There is humor in here somewhere....

Gibberish Volumn 2

So today, I go to the doctors' office for blood work. I called ahead and told them I *think* I am having an allergic reaction to some meds the doc gave me Friday, could they squeeze me in around my lab time. Nope. I can wait around an hour after my lab time and they *might* be able to squeeze me in then. Umm..no. I left a message for the doc to call me. Her nurse was waiting for me when I got there. I think my bitching has made an impression. :) It was determined I was not having an allergic reaction but that my "infection" (in my ear) was worse and causing other symptoms. OOOOoooooooo K. If you say so. They changed my script for the antibiotic anyway.

The list of side effects of the antibiotic I was taking, which BTW I had never taken before, were as long as your arm. The rare side effects included things I was experiencing. SOMETHING was causing an allergic reaction yesterday and some today. I thought it was a burlap sack of potato's that had been brought into the kitchen. I was standing at the sink peeling taters. My sister was in the shower off the kitchen. All of the sudden all I can smell is her body wash and I start sneezing. I thought someone had sprayed air freshener which is a NO NO around here. I have not had an asthma attack in forever and a day but I had one grand one yesterday. A couple puffs on an inhaler and I did feel better. Chest still felt funny this morning. I was having some symptoms before the asthma attack. I'm not really sure now what triggered it but I am putting my bet on the new antibiotic. What was it you ask? Avelox. Drug Information for Avelox Oral - WebMD

I met with a man today who reminded me of Bull on Night Court, but smarter. :) He works for the company that will be supplying my insulin pump. It may be a month before I actually get it, but, I agreed to give it a try. My AIC, though high at 8.9, was lower than it was 3 months ago. It's been really, really hard to get it to 8.9. I am NOT watching my food like I should. I love to eat and carbs, which turn into sugar, are my downfall. There is another patient in my doc's office whose AIC was over 12.0, He agreed to the insulin pump and within 45 days his AIC is within normal range. What's an AIC? AIC is a 3 month average of blood sugar. http://dphss.guam.gov/diabetes/pubs/health/KnowYourBloodSugarNos.pdf

Some of my labs came back today. My female hormones.. the doc said.. I am almost there. I am ASSumeing that means in or through menopause. :-\ AF has been here for at least a month if not more and I could bite the heads off nails. Menopause makes me sad. I always wanted children and never could have but the one, God Bless her. Menopause (among a multitude of other health problems) is the end of the dreams of having children to me. Oh well. God knows what He is doing. :)

A funny note, The Child was playing with the cat wand tonight pretending it was HER wand. She asked me what I wanted and I told her... a million dollars!! She looked at the wand, looked back at me and saidin a seriously deadpan voice......I don't think my wand has that. :::thud:::
Funny child.

She also got her first progress report. She had checks beside everything except one. The one was highlighted in orange and that signified she needed extra help on it. She needs extra help on knowing what a nickle is and how much it is worth. I think we can handle that... :)

She is such a good reader. I am so proud of her!!

I got called a bitch this week. By a stranger!! I have a very dry sense of humor. A girl cut in front of me in the line for customer service. She coyly turned around and looking over my head asked someone behind me .."Oh, are ya'll in line? Well, I just need to use the phone." @@ Whatever. she was young. Teenagerishly young. My turn to the cashier, and she had to stop what she was doing with me to fix the phone so the girl could call out. She made her call, apparently got no answer and while the cashier was taking care of my returns the girl caught our eyes and in an angelic faced, sweet voice said, "My husband left me here." Well...... I couldn't resist and I asked her, "On purpose???" and giggled. I was looking for the return sticker on her. The cashier asked if she wanted to call a cab. The girl rolled her eyes and called us bitches. LOL I said to her, HEY ...that wasn't nice. We WERE trying to help! I don't know what she mumbled when she walked off. The cashier and I just looked at each other and laughed. I said, "I KNOW why her husband left her here!!!"

That is my gibberish for today. I have friends that have received blessings and still need more and other friends that are waiting on blessings so I will say keep Mz. Ruta Baga's friends in your thoughts if you are so inclined. God knows what they need. :)

Venting and Whining.. Just because I can.

You know, Life sucks donkey balls. We still have to deal with it. Men deal with things their own way, which usually, is to ignore things and think they will disappear. We women, we are the worrier's and thinkers. We carry stuff around on our shoulders like that man with the world on his back. I'm too tired and lazy to go look up his name and post a link here. Deal with it.

I'm worried. I'm worried for a lot of reasons. I'm worried for my friend who's husband has a tumor. Make that TWO friends whose husbands have a tumor. I'm worried a friend won't get her dream house. I'm worried another friend is severely depressed. I'm worried another friend whose husband died because he wasn't "good enough" in some way shape or form for a lung transplant. His wife simply unplugged him. God forbid he should linger in the hospital making an enormous bill no one could pay. He had a heart attack, triple by-pass. All that went well. Afterward he was having trouble breathing and they found some type of non cancerous tumors in his lungs, he had severe emphysema and COPD. He hadn't smoked in 30 years or more. He was a cancer survivor. He had no saliva glands from that. Constantly drank something. Never saw him without his coffee mug in his hand or near-by. I don't know who all made the decision, but they just unplugged him and let him die. His wife told me it took him three hours to die after they took away his breathing machine. I think that just sucks donkey balls in the worst way. OK.. This falls into the pissed off category. I AM worried about his wife though. She doesn't have the sense God gave a flea and she herself has lung cancer which, apparently, she is beating. She has never lived alone. They celebrated 45 years of marriage this past summer. I'm worried about another friend whose commute to and from work, her workday, and other things on her plate is going to wear her out way too soon. She has too much stress and stress will kill you.

And, I'm pissed off. I wanted to have Thanksgiving here, sort of. But hell no. God forbid I change a tradition and upset the freakin' cart. We will, again, be having TG at my MIL's. There will be one steamed bird. Can't call it roasted because she tightly covers it in heavy duty aluminum foil while it cooks. Seasonings you ask? HA! That bird looks like a Northerners butt shining in Florida in the summer. No offense to all my Northern friends but that bird is WHITE. There will be ham, thank goodness. At least that makes up some for the PINK STUFF. I won't cook anything. I've tried and my food has been deemed "too weird" and it won't be eaten. So FUCK IT. *sigh* I'm also pissed off at my BIL. But that's a can of worms we won't dive into right now.

And I am mad. I'm mad because I am broke and at the mercy of the friggin' Social Security Office. My account was frozen this month because, according to THEM, I did not comply. Sounds sort of like.. didn't assimilate doesn't it? Well, damn them, I DID TOO COMPLY. I faxed them what they wanted through the local SS office. They never sent me a letter saying what I sent wasn't right or wasn't enough they simply froze my account. I did not get paid this month. AND, they still are holding my back pay. I've called SS twice, the 800 number. I did what they wanted me to do AGAIN. Now, it is back to the waiting game. In the meantime I have no money to deposit in the bank this month.

My not having any money this month has really cut us short. That person I live with took two checks he receives and had them stopped. He reinvested the two checks he had. That means we are almost $1900 short "pay" from now on. I have to learn to live without that almost $1900 a month. Dammit, don't spoil me with having plenty of money, but being careful with it to having a whole friggin lot less money and my having to scrimp and scrounge again. It's just not damn fair. I DO understand why it had to be done, but gee whiz... it sucks. It comes too at a time when I have the wants. I WANT a new sofa. The sofa I have is filthy, worn out and was my ex MIL's and I want it and all the bad cooties OUT OF MY HOUSE. I also want new carpet at LEAST in the living room. But now I have Miss Princess Tiny Tiddles and Turds to deal with. I mean Princess Teenie Weenie, the precious baby. (shit head) I WANT new curtains for winter. This trailer gets COLD. I WANT the living room ceiling and the kitchen ceiling painted. What a friggin' pain in the ass. I also WANT most of the walls in this trailer fixed and painted. Some of my walls have holes and or cracks in them because of the trash that lived here before. All this ain't happenin' I tell ya. I want a gardener/landscaper. I want my sister to MOVE OUT. It will take a year to get the smell out of her bedroom. I WANT stuff. Kitchen stuff, bath stuff, bedroom stuff.

Then I think, here I am..roof over my head, more than enough food as evidenced by my fat ass, money in my pocket, the bills paid. DH and I are in fair health and trying to work on making it better. And I think of my friends and their troubles and I am ashamed of myself for being so petty.

With this being said... I feel somewhat better having just typed it out. I'm going to bed now. Goodnight, Sweet Dreams and Don't Let the Bedbugs Bite! See you when Mr. Sunshine wakes up!

Sleep or lack thereof.....

I hope I don't appear in the local newspaper tomorrow. If I do, the headline picture will be me laying sprawled on the church lawn in the midst of the pumpkin patch. I can only imagine what the headline will be. I have to go on the Field Trip tomorrow. I promised. I ordered lunch. It better not be peanut butter and jelly Uncrustables.

I hate not sleeping. I can sleep during the day. That's dumb. I'm missing so much. I sleep well during the day, alone, in my bed. No kid kicking me. No man touching me. No toe nails running up the bottom of my feet just when I finally dozed off. No worrying my bad breath will offend anyone else that happens to be in my bed. No worrying that I will turn over and find some other persons stinky breath breathing on me. I know The Child is taken care of in some way, shape or form and I sleep.

I used to get up early, enjoy the sunrise, spend quiet time with nature. I don't know what happened but now I spend my time with creepy crawly night creatures and boogers and things that otherwise go bump in the night. Maybe a Vampire bat bit me and I didn't notice? No, they are not indigenous to here. That kills that explanation.

Another reason I can't sleep is my SO is not here. That means The Child gets to sleep in my bed. That was the deal. The Child remembers it quite well. I think it's possible it is written in blood somewhere. I wonder how old The Child will be before she stops sleeping with Mommy? Besides The Child sleeping in my bed the absence of my SO makes it hard for me to sleep. That's rather an oxymoron though, isn't it? I can't sleep with him here and I can't sleep without him.

Did I mention to you that he SLAPPED me while I was sleeping soundly, at night like I am supposed to, last week. In fact, he SLAPPED me TWICE. I caught his hand on the second slap as he was coming up for a third and said, "Yes, dear?" He mumbled something then mumbled sorry and turned over. Me.. I was AWAKE again. I looked at him for an explanation the next morning and he said he was dreaming about kids misbehaving. He said he told them to stop and they didn't so he was going to spank them. Scared the bejeebers out of me.

Another reason I can't sleep is because I apparently am obsessed with TMID. The drama unfolding now, which I won't mention here, has swirled the viciously sharp fragments of shattered dreams and broken promises into a whirlwind that slashes at my brain when I get out of my Bubble here on the computer and I CAN'T SLEEP. But that is a whole 'nuther can of worms for at least two more blog posts!