Category Archives: Misc
Have you ever….?
Wanted to kill someone but didn’t because …well… jail and all that.
Wanted to pack up your car and disappear?
Felt so low you were looking up to see worm bellies?
Felt so good you felt like you were walking on air?
Any more have you ever(s) out there?
How will we manage this?
These days it is difficult to get anything done. Not only am I exhausted all the time, but I have extremely limited use of my left hand.
Yes, surgery looms in my future. Not sure how they will do it. When they will do it. Or even if they will do it.
Even though I am right-handed, I am finding out how much I use my left hand.
A lot.
I imagine when I have surgery, I’ll find out even more.
Call me around dinnertime?
Expect to get the answering machine.
I refuse to answer the phone when I am cooking dinner or when I am eating dinner.
Heck if I don’t recognize your number or ID on the TV screen when you call, expect to leave a message on my machine and IF I am not eating dinner, fixing dinner, or cleaning up after dinner I might even pick up before you finish your message.
With the political calls and all the sales crap (even though we are on a do not call list they still call) I seldom answer the phone these days.
I am also one of those people who doesn’t own a cell phone. I do NOT want to be connected 24/7.
If it is important, leave a message on my answering machine, and I’ll get back to you.
Cue fog horn*
I swear I live in a permanent fog these days. I drag along, forget what I’m doing, fall asleep at my desk, and can’t remember things from one minute to the next.
Gallons of coffee have no affect.
I think it is catching too because Lucy will doze off almost immediately when I sit down with her on the couch.
Maybe once the weather gets warm enough to be outside…oh yeah… but then there’s the idiot neighbor who is a real pain in the ass with his loud music and rotten attitude who makes my yard, what used to be my sanctuary, just another place for annoyance.
Sigh.
I want real peace and some actual restful rest.
Every single time I lie down for a bit of a nap, The Curmudgeon gets talkative, or one of the dogs gets whiny.
Where did the me that was me go?
I find that I’ve changed a lot over the past few years.
Not for the good either.
I don’t know that person who looks back at me from the mirror each day.
There’s a bitterness in her heart.
There’s a deep sorrow in her eyes.
Her mouth is tight-lipped and seldom smiles.
Her heart is heavy and never light as in the past.
She looks tired, used up.
No, I don’t know her.
Not to be paranoid but…
All these companies are popping up saying they’ll test your DNA and tell you all about from where your ancestors came.
I do not want my DNA to be part of someone’s records with a Hitler like nutcase vying to rule this country.
A DNA database to direct these nut balls to your door to take you away. Just what we need. Did people not learn anything from Nazi Germany’s lunacy?
Color me not interested in a DNA test kit when we have written records in our family.
These are things that cross my mind.
So today is my birthday…
Wow, sixty-two. It’s mind-boggling, terrifying, exhilarating, and freeing.
Some kid told me I was old. I responded, “What is old? Older than you? Oh, hell yeah. A lot of people are older than you. It doesn’t make them old. Old is dead. I’m not dead. Although… I did die once.”
Yesterday G took me out to lunch for my birthday. We went to Red Robin. I had their tasty Bleu Ribbon burger…
G had their A1 Peppercorn burger.
We both had their steak fries… And for dessert we had:
I had them skip the berries on mine…
The dessert arrived with a lot of clapping and happy birthday type singing. Yes, G says I turned beet red.
The food was delicious as usual there and we had a good time.
Here’s to moving on and kicking ass for another year.
Some days I don’t mind grocery shopping
I had to go grocery shopping yesterday, we were (almost) out of coffee! OMG! I really hadn’t planned to go until next week. However, the lack of coffee (other than flavored coffees) made making the trip a must do.
I normally hate grocery shopping, especially shopping alone. I called G to see if she wanted to go along, but she was visiting her brother.
Of course there’s always a list to fill, and I did fill it.
But the young guy who checked me out made my day. He was such a sweetheart. He saw me start to get into the line next to him and he called me over, what I didn’t see is his line was empty. Hooray, a quick check out. And this young man turned out to be a brilliant bagger, not one of my bags weighed a ton.
What do you mean there is no coffee?
Simple meals for stressful days
Between The Curmudgeon, the dogs, and my aches and pains especially with damp weather, I’ve resorted to simple and fast meals.
Last night I pulled a smoked chicken thigh from the freezer, thawed and chopped it up. In a sauce pan, I put 1 can of cream of mushroom soup, 2/3 a can of milk, cup of shredded cheddar cheese, 1/4 cup of Parmesan, 1 teaspoon of granulated garlic, 1/2 teaspoon of dried basil, black pepper to taste and heated it. While the soup mix was heating, I dumped some bow tie pasta in boiling water until done, drained the pasta and poured the soup mix over it stirred well and served with a nice mixed salad.
I’m soon going to have to go to one of my favorite stands at the farmers market and get some more boneless smoked chicken thighs. Best ever!
The money pit we live in
As if being told we need to replace our oil tank wasn’t bad enough, now it’s the chimney too.
We need flooring, every wall inside needs painting, the kitchen is in dire need of an update. Let’s not even begin to discuss the bathrooms.
Yeah, the house is a 148 year old death trap.
Can we say let’s have a lottery win and move the hell out?
I hate this house and I truly don’t care that he’s lived here all his life.
Not sure how we’ll work it in
One of these days I’m going to have to have surgery on my hand, carpal tunnel, fun stuff.
Half of my left hand is numb. Feels weird for sure. Doesn’t make opening jars and other things easy to do.
I just can’t seem to find the time to go. The doctor my doctor wants me to see is NOT conveniently near and he hasn’t given me another choice.
Tough, I intend to find one closer to home where I don’t have to fight traffic and can get home in a hurry if I have to.
No one seems to understand the importance of logistics.
Doggonedmysteries 