We had a great Thanksgiving this year. Unfortunately, Meme didn't make it to our festivities, but Mom, Buddy and Michael did, and we sent leftovers to her. As usual, there was overeating, lots of laughter and teasing, and discussions of future plans.
However, I must say, we almost had an issue with a topic that really shouldn't be discussed at family dinners - politics. Someone blurted out who they were supporting for president, and I think Steven and I almost broke our necks snapping around to see what else was said. Steven asked me if he heard what he thought he heard (because oh Lord he was gonna jump right in that conversation), and I just shushed him and told him that we were not going to address the comment, and that I would handle it if the conversation continued. Thankfully it stopped at that point, and we were able to all sit down and enjoy our dinner with no further politics conversations.
I don't care for any of the candidates that we have to choose from, and I honestly do not know who I will vote for. I can promise you, however, that I will NOT vote for the person that this individual was touting. Everyone is entitled to their political choices, but I really do NOT appreciate having someone in MY home to make such a bold proclamation, when I know they are aware of my general political leanings, and that I would never in my life support this candidate. It is possible that someone else started the conversation, as I only heard the one comment in the midst of their chat, but wow.
Brian and I went hunting this weekend. We left before the ass-crack of dawn on Friday morning. I managed to fall off the tailgate at the gas station, busting my ass on the concrete. My foot got caught on the dent in the tailgate, and I just let go and fell, figuring I'd hurt myself worse trying to hold on and get straightened out. I laughed at myself after realizing that I wasn't hurt, and Brian didn't see what happened, as he was gassing up the truck. Once he knew that I fell, he asked if I was okay, then laughed his ass off at me. So next time I go see my primary doctor and they ask me if I've fallen since the last time I saw them, I have to tell them yes, twice (this time, and I tripped up the hill on an October hunting trip).
Those damn wasps returned this weekend. A little while after the sun came up, I started feeling around the flaps where the wasps had hidden last time, and dammit if there were some in there hiding. They were mostly asleep, and got booted from their beds. There were 2 different kinds in there this time, which I found kind of odd, as I wouldn't have thought they'd associate with each other. I had a wasp or 2 come up and land on my leg, and I calmly shooed them away.
My OCD issues are flaring up. Unfortunately for me, I don't have the OCD that makes you clean like a fiend, I have the weird obsessions that manifest in your mind. I think this flares up when I'm worried or nervous about something, and I've had a lot to worry about lately. There was Steven's accident in October, dealing with the insurance company on that mess, and now my pending surgery this Friday. I think this has all flared up my acne, too. My back is broken out worse than I think it has ever been, and I've had a few places on my face. You'd think at 47 the acne would stop, but nope, I have those never ending hormones that I think contribute to acne, and just stress.
While we were hunting this weekend, I got a text message from Michael, telling me that Meme was in the hospital. She fell Friday morning and broke her femur, requiring surgery Friday afternoon. She was moved to a rehab facility today, to build her strength and help her walk again. They've had her up several times a day to walk with a walker, and I'm sure she's bitching the whole time. So if y'all could send prayers, good thoughts, positive ju-ju and mo-jo, I'd greatly appreciate it.
I think I posted this on Facebook previously, but Steven's license plate begins with QFD. He took one look at it and said "Queefed!" So now his car is called the Queef-Mobile. (if you don't know what queef means, go to www.urbandictionary.com to find out)
And finally, I can't believe my surgery is happening this Friday. I go for the 2 pre-ops tomorrow (one with the doctor, the other with the hospital), and I'll find out what time I have to be at the hospital on Friday. Hopefully early in the day, as I won't be able to eat after midnight and I'll be a grouchy bitch without my morning coffee. Plus, the earlier in the day I have the surgery, the greater the chances that I'll get to go home and not have to stay overnight. I've already celebrated my last period, now I just need to find someone to give all my tampoons to. (and I spelled that tampoons, because it makes me think about a comedian that called them that when he was growing up, and they used them as torpedos when playing)
Have a great week!
Monday, November 30, 2015
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Wow, What a Weekend!
Saturday was my son Steven's 20th birthday. I cannot believe my child is 20 now. Makes a girl feel OLD!
Steven's friends, Anthony and James, came over for the weekend to celebrate. We had planned a cookout with hamburgers and brats for Saturday afternoon, and Steven's New-Nee (my mom), our Uncle Buddy, and my bestie from college, Michael, were also coming over to join in the festivities.
Of course the day could not happen without a couple of glitches - Steven announced while I was readying the burgers that we were having the septic tank issue again. Earlier this year we had a HUGE mess in the man-cave thanks to the septic tank backing up and spewing forth gross atrocities out of the sink, toilet and shower drain, and flooding into the actual man-cave space, soaking the carpet. We couldn't get anyone out here that time for 24 hours, which made all use of water pretty much come to a halt. No showering, no laundry, no toilet flushing, or washing dishes. This time, he said he heard noises coming from the sink down there on Friday night, and he went down there yesterday to check things and the toilet had overflowed, there was a little water in the sink and some water and debris standing in the shower.
I'm already emotional because my only child is TWENTY and then bam, you're telling me I've got another mess to clean up, not to mention the worry that I'm gonna have to fork out a shit-ton (no pun intended) of $$$ to get this issue resolved, and it's Saturday and what if I can't get someone out until Monday and no one can shower and we can't flush toilets and I have a bunch of laundry to do and OMG I just wanna freaking SCREAM!!!! Oh, and Brian was planning to leave to go hunting as soon as the birthday party was over, around 2pm or so, leaving me to deal with plumbers and cleaning up and all the things.
Damn I love my husband - he took care of calling the local plumbers/septic tank folks, and they were actually able to send someone out yesterday, and the best part of it (besides the fact that they were coming in a few hours of being called) was that not only were they going to clear the clog, they were also going to pump the tank, AND it was gonna cost me about $100 LESS than last time (last time only the clog was cleared, no pumping of tank). The worker showed up around 4pm, the guy dug up part of my yard with his tractor thingy, and he was out of the yard before 5:30pm.
Steven's friends, Anthony and James, came over for the weekend to celebrate. We had planned a cookout with hamburgers and brats for Saturday afternoon, and Steven's New-Nee (my mom), our Uncle Buddy, and my bestie from college, Michael, were also coming over to join in the festivities.
Of course the day could not happen without a couple of glitches - Steven announced while I was readying the burgers that we were having the septic tank issue again. Earlier this year we had a HUGE mess in the man-cave thanks to the septic tank backing up and spewing forth gross atrocities out of the sink, toilet and shower drain, and flooding into the actual man-cave space, soaking the carpet. We couldn't get anyone out here that time for 24 hours, which made all use of water pretty much come to a halt. No showering, no laundry, no toilet flushing, or washing dishes. This time, he said he heard noises coming from the sink down there on Friday night, and he went down there yesterday to check things and the toilet had overflowed, there was a little water in the sink and some water and debris standing in the shower.
I'm already emotional because my only child is TWENTY and then bam, you're telling me I've got another mess to clean up, not to mention the worry that I'm gonna have to fork out a shit-ton (no pun intended) of $$$ to get this issue resolved, and it's Saturday and what if I can't get someone out until Monday and no one can shower and we can't flush toilets and I have a bunch of laundry to do and OMG I just wanna freaking SCREAM!!!! Oh, and Brian was planning to leave to go hunting as soon as the birthday party was over, around 2pm or so, leaving me to deal with plumbers and cleaning up and all the things.
Damn I love my husband - he took care of calling the local plumbers/septic tank folks, and they were actually able to send someone out yesterday, and the best part of it (besides the fact that they were coming in a few hours of being called) was that not only were they going to clear the clog, they were also going to pump the tank, AND it was gonna cost me about $100 LESS than last time (last time only the clog was cleared, no pumping of tank). The worker showed up around 4pm, the guy dug up part of my yard with his tractor thingy, and he was out of the yard before 5:30pm.
Here's the guy pumping the septic tank. Not a fun job I'm sure.
The other glitch - Brian managed to finish grilling the burgers, but when it was time to put the brats on, the grill had run out of gas. Oh well, those got cooked on the stove in a skillet, and the birthday party went on. I would have sent Brian out to get more gas had it not been almost time for the party to start, but there just wasn't time. Didn't matter, the brats were still good!
Here are a couple photos from the gala:
This decoration came from the Dollar Tree. When I removed it from the package, the H from Happy was not attached, and the TH from Birthday weren't attached, so I taped each of those where they belong. I didn't even notice until we were eating, that Birthday wasn't spelled correctly. I thought I had put it together wrong, but it came out of the package that way! So, HAPPY IRBTHDAY Steven! LOL
Publix makes the best cakes, hands down. This was one of their Celebration cakes (I think it's called Chocolate Roses), and I had them do one yellow layer and one chocolate layer. It was yummy!
Hope McGuire, and 3/4 of "The Crew" (Steven, Anthony, and James - the 4th member of The Crew lives in California)
Anthony is our entertainment. I had several pictures from birthdays past come up in my Timehop the last few days, and Anthony is always adorning himself with something. Napkins and plates on the head in years past, birthday hats for boobs this year.
Steven wanted the dogs to wear birthday hats. Dominion was not pleased.
I was not present when this photo was taken. I am surprised Dominion did not bite anyone. He looked a little happier here, however.
Gabriel did not care much for his hat, either.
This morning Clydie and I were having our morning coffee and discussing what we're fixing for Thanksgiving dinner. She's writing the menu down, and making a separate shopping list as we determine what we have and don't have. At some point, deviled eggs come up and I asked her if we had another jar of mayonnaise. She said no, but we had at least half a jar in the refrigerator. I told her I thought it was less than half full, to which she says "has someone been using it as an instrument?!"
(If you don't get it, you really should watch Spongebob Squarepants)
I've been a busy bee this morning - got the man-cave cleaned up (cleaned the bathroom, as well as steam cleaned the carpet), put more water in my aquarium that either has a slow leak or extremely fast evaporation, and have been doing laundry. I've still got a ton more laundry to do, as well as work on that sewing project that I've been working on for a couple of months. I am really hoping to have that finished TODAY. I've also got a Knooking project to work on, and one more sewing project that I'm hoping will be a little less time consuming and tedious than the current one.
I hope everyone had a fantastic weekend!
Monday, November 16, 2015
Ta-da! Random Blog Post Time!
Lots going on, and I had some great blog ideas, but alas I can't remember most of them. I did make a note on the "memos" app on my phone about a few, so here goes, in no particular order:
Friday I experienced my first ocular migraine, or at least, based on my symptoms and my friend Google search and talking with a coworker, that's what it was. I don't have headaches very often, which is a blessing since both of my parents are migraine sufferers, and I've never experienced symptoms like this before. I noticed before lunch that something was going on with my vision. I saw a couple of light flashes, and even though I had not looked at anything bright it was like I had looked into the sun and then was trying to focus on my computer. Then when I was at the restaurant for lunch, I noticed everything had a kind of rainbow/kaleidoscope aura around it. And then the headache started, right behind my eyes through to the back of my head. Thankfully, the pain was only maybe a 6 out of 10, and I got the hook-up with some Excedrin when I got back to the office. The pain was reminiscent of other mild headaches I've had, just a little stronger. The meds kicked in after a while and I made it through the rest of the day. (I took a picture of my eyes at lunch, to see if there was something weird going on with them, but nope, that's my normal looking eyes)
Recently at work, I've encountered some of the strongest smelling cigarette smells I've ever experienced without the person actually standing in front of me, smoking. In one of the restrooms on the first floor, I walked in and it literally smelled like someone was in there, smoking a cigarette. I was looking above and below the stall walls and doors to see if anyone was in fact smoking, but there wasn't. I really think someone had lit up and put it out really quick, I cannot imagine the smell being that strong otherwise. The second one, I was in a restroom stall, and someone walked in and got into the stall next to me. The stale cigarette smell was so strong through the entire bathroom it was like someone was standing right in front of me that had just come inside from smoking 2 packs a day without washing the smell off for days. Weird.
Then the other day there was this precious, tiny little newborn. A man (I'm assuming her grandpa) was holding her while her mommy was in the restroom. Poor little thing spit up so much it covered her entire face, was all down her back, all over his chest, and dripping off into the floor. I got him some paper towels to try to clean her and him up with, and that little baby looked so angry! He flipped her over on her belly, and she was actually able to hold her head up and pull it back, with no support! I was amazed at how strong she was to be so tiny. Her cries weren't real loud, but she was mad as hell and it made her beet red. She looked up at me with this angry look. Her mommy finally came out and took her back in the restroom to clean her up and change her clothes. It looked like this baby was *maybe* 5 pounds soaking wet. She was so dang tiny!
We went hunting this weekend, and I had a pretty bad scare on Saturday. I'm up in my stand (which is about 17 feet or so off the ground, it's a ladder stand, not a climber), and I see a doe coming into sight. I'm watching her, and I notice a wasp flying around. I start thinking it's too cold for a wasp to be flying, it was in the high 30's Saturday morning, but this was around 10am or so, and it had warmed up somewhat to maybe the 50's. The doe goes back from where she came (I didn't shoot because she was small), and I notice another wasp. And another. And another. Turns out those spawns of Satan had bedded down in the overlap of the skirting on my stand, and the sun was beating down on that spot, heating it (and them) up, and they were coming out to fly around and wreak havoc on the earth. I was terrified that I was going to get stung, or would end up falling out of the stand trying to get away from them, but I just stayed calm and watched them for a bit. None of them bothered me, once they were sufficiently warmed up, they flew off. The ones that weren't sufficiently warmed up? They dropped to the ground because I tore the skirting off and shook the woobie to make sure I got rid of the rest of those bastards. I scream like a little bitch when I get stung by something, and I was not having that shit on Saturday.
Here are some photos of those devil creatures:
You people have no idea what it took for me to sit there quietly so I wouldn't spook any deer that might possibly be coming my way! I was screaming inside - LOUDLY!
I know there are a lot worse things to deal with in the world than some stinking smoke smelling bathrooms and wasps in a deer stand. The attacks in Paris on Friday, for example. I don't address the heavy issues here for the most part because there are enough armchair politicians and enough stressful things in the real world. I share my world as a way to communicate with family and friends that I don't get to see or talk to every day. And I just don't want to get started with all that is wrong with the world. We all have opinions, and some are better than others. Kinda like assholes. (and yes I know I didn't get the joke right but who cares:-)
Friday I experienced my first ocular migraine, or at least, based on my symptoms and my friend Google search and talking with a coworker, that's what it was. I don't have headaches very often, which is a blessing since both of my parents are migraine sufferers, and I've never experienced symptoms like this before. I noticed before lunch that something was going on with my vision. I saw a couple of light flashes, and even though I had not looked at anything bright it was like I had looked into the sun and then was trying to focus on my computer. Then when I was at the restaurant for lunch, I noticed everything had a kind of rainbow/kaleidoscope aura around it. And then the headache started, right behind my eyes through to the back of my head. Thankfully, the pain was only maybe a 6 out of 10, and I got the hook-up with some Excedrin when I got back to the office. The pain was reminiscent of other mild headaches I've had, just a little stronger. The meds kicked in after a while and I made it through the rest of the day. (I took a picture of my eyes at lunch, to see if there was something weird going on with them, but nope, that's my normal looking eyes)
(and dammit I can't make the photo turn the correct way!)
Recently at work, I've encountered some of the strongest smelling cigarette smells I've ever experienced without the person actually standing in front of me, smoking. In one of the restrooms on the first floor, I walked in and it literally smelled like someone was in there, smoking a cigarette. I was looking above and below the stall walls and doors to see if anyone was in fact smoking, but there wasn't. I really think someone had lit up and put it out really quick, I cannot imagine the smell being that strong otherwise. The second one, I was in a restroom stall, and someone walked in and got into the stall next to me. The stale cigarette smell was so strong through the entire bathroom it was like someone was standing right in front of me that had just come inside from smoking 2 packs a day without washing the smell off for days. Weird.
Then the other day there was this precious, tiny little newborn. A man (I'm assuming her grandpa) was holding her while her mommy was in the restroom. Poor little thing spit up so much it covered her entire face, was all down her back, all over his chest, and dripping off into the floor. I got him some paper towels to try to clean her and him up with, and that little baby looked so angry! He flipped her over on her belly, and she was actually able to hold her head up and pull it back, with no support! I was amazed at how strong she was to be so tiny. Her cries weren't real loud, but she was mad as hell and it made her beet red. She looked up at me with this angry look. Her mommy finally came out and took her back in the restroom to clean her up and change her clothes. It looked like this baby was *maybe* 5 pounds soaking wet. She was so dang tiny!
We went hunting this weekend, and I had a pretty bad scare on Saturday. I'm up in my stand (which is about 17 feet or so off the ground, it's a ladder stand, not a climber), and I see a doe coming into sight. I'm watching her, and I notice a wasp flying around. I start thinking it's too cold for a wasp to be flying, it was in the high 30's Saturday morning, but this was around 10am or so, and it had warmed up somewhat to maybe the 50's. The doe goes back from where she came (I didn't shoot because she was small), and I notice another wasp. And another. And another. Turns out those spawns of Satan had bedded down in the overlap of the skirting on my stand, and the sun was beating down on that spot, heating it (and them) up, and they were coming out to fly around and wreak havoc on the earth. I was terrified that I was going to get stung, or would end up falling out of the stand trying to get away from them, but I just stayed calm and watched them for a bit. None of them bothered me, once they were sufficiently warmed up, they flew off. The ones that weren't sufficiently warmed up? They dropped to the ground because I tore the skirting off and shook the woobie to make sure I got rid of the rest of those bastards. I scream like a little bitch when I get stung by something, and I was not having that shit on Saturday.
Here are some photos of those devil creatures:
I know there are a lot worse things to deal with in the world than some stinking smoke smelling bathrooms and wasps in a deer stand. The attacks in Paris on Friday, for example. I don't address the heavy issues here for the most part because there are enough armchair politicians and enough stressful things in the real world. I share my world as a way to communicate with family and friends that I don't get to see or talk to every day. And I just don't want to get started with all that is wrong with the world. We all have opinions, and some are better than others. Kinda like assholes. (and yes I know I didn't get the joke right but who cares:-)
Saturday, November 7, 2015
The Latest and Greatest
Lots of fun and exciting things are in store for me in the coming month. I'm working on several different craft projects, which I cannot go into details here as some of those that occasionally read my blog may be recipients of said projects. One involves fabric and the sewing machine, and others a skill I began learning last year - Knooking (knitting with a crochet hook). I will share that one of the projects I'm working on is a blanket with the knook - it's made one square at a time, then you sew the squares together. I've made 4 squares so far, and so far, none of them are the same! So this project is on the back burner for now.
This past week I made some more of the homemade laundry detergent that we use. Why make laundry detergent, when so many different kinds are available commercially? Because it's cheaper to make it yourself! The ingredients cost anywhere between $20-$25 to make, and it lasts at least twice as long as 1 jumbo bottle of Gain, which costs $21 at Sams. A savings of $20-$25 might not mean a lot to some people, but when you're on a tight budget, it can mean a lot. Here's a link to the recipe for the detergent. The only thing I do differently is I use the Gain scent booster instead of the Purex Crystals or Downy Unstoppables. If you try it, just use the scent booster that you prefer, or you can leave it out. I always check for coupons on the ingredients, so sometimes it can cost even less to make the soap. This last time I made the soap, I used a hand held cheese grater rather than getting out the food processor. Less stuff to wash afterwards (plus my soap never grinds up like a coarse powder as pictured, as the soap is somewhat soft - I may try putting the soap in the refrigerator or freezer for a bit before grating it next time and see if I can get the same consistency as pictured).
***TMI WARNING***
So now for the fun and exciting news that some of you have been waiting for - after much discussion and questions with my physician, and discussions with my husband and other family members, I have made a decision regarding which procedure I'm going to have that will help me with my period problems, and it is TADA - the partial hysterectomy! This procedure will be the most beneficial and should provide me with the greatest relief for the majority of my issues.
My surgery is scheduled for December 4. I cannot wait to have no more periods! Woot woot!
For those of you that know of my strong desire to have a baby - making the decision to have this procedure has not been taken lightly, and many tears have been shed (and are still being shed occasionally) over this lost dream. But honestly, I had to face reality and part of my lengthy discussions with my doctor were concerning the possibilities and likelihood (or lack thereof) of a natural pregnancy, and the risks associated not just for me, but for a baby, for a woman my age. It just wasn't meant to be, and I can live with that.
Besides - I am awakened in the middle of the night enough with the pups. If we had a baby, I'd NEVER get a full night's sleep! LOL
This past week I made some more of the homemade laundry detergent that we use. Why make laundry detergent, when so many different kinds are available commercially? Because it's cheaper to make it yourself! The ingredients cost anywhere between $20-$25 to make, and it lasts at least twice as long as 1 jumbo bottle of Gain, which costs $21 at Sams. A savings of $20-$25 might not mean a lot to some people, but when you're on a tight budget, it can mean a lot. Here's a link to the recipe for the detergent. The only thing I do differently is I use the Gain scent booster instead of the Purex Crystals or Downy Unstoppables. If you try it, just use the scent booster that you prefer, or you can leave it out. I always check for coupons on the ingredients, so sometimes it can cost even less to make the soap. This last time I made the soap, I used a hand held cheese grater rather than getting out the food processor. Less stuff to wash afterwards (plus my soap never grinds up like a coarse powder as pictured, as the soap is somewhat soft - I may try putting the soap in the refrigerator or freezer for a bit before grating it next time and see if I can get the same consistency as pictured).
***TMI WARNING***
So now for the fun and exciting news that some of you have been waiting for - after much discussion and questions with my physician, and discussions with my husband and other family members, I have made a decision regarding which procedure I'm going to have that will help me with my period problems, and it is TADA - the partial hysterectomy! This procedure will be the most beneficial and should provide me with the greatest relief for the majority of my issues.
My surgery is scheduled for December 4. I cannot wait to have no more periods! Woot woot!
For those of you that know of my strong desire to have a baby - making the decision to have this procedure has not been taken lightly, and many tears have been shed (and are still being shed occasionally) over this lost dream. But honestly, I had to face reality and part of my lengthy discussions with my doctor were concerning the possibilities and likelihood (or lack thereof) of a natural pregnancy, and the risks associated not just for me, but for a baby, for a woman my age. It just wasn't meant to be, and I can live with that.
Besides - I am awakened in the middle of the night enough with the pups. If we had a baby, I'd NEVER get a full night's sleep! LOL
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