Party Animals

My middle sister and her husband arrived last night, which was good because I was getting ready to slash my wrists .Rememember Mom is the real TTQ. I've made it seem so cute, but it really isn't funny when it's for real. I expect and then accept while she demands.It's all fun and games till somebody gets hurt and I'm not laughing. So she's on duty with mom.
We went to dinner at Mom's where my BIL made a great dinner of fresh grouper. I had alligator at lunch with sis and husband out where airboats are launched. I got to sleep in my own bed last night and now I'm home again with Honey who is drawing me a nice bubble bath. Those are the only bubbles we will see tonight.
The fireworks have started and we are going through my meds to see what we can give to our doberman, he does not like fireworks. Xanax and Seroquel? Maybe an Ambien? Our beagle gets scripts for valium and predisone and that knocks him out. We just want him to sleep while I watch tv and Honey snores next to me. Yep Real Party animals.

Oh and Happy Freaking New Year.

Winter

When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change my dear

Hair is grey
And the fires are burning
So many dreams
On the shelf
You say I wanted you to be proud of me
I always wanted that myself

Holy Fricking Mackerel!

BabyFred! Not Amused Either. In fact, she was whispering "My Mommy Is A Whack Job" to the boys..

This shit is hard.... Pacemaker Monday, Home on Tuesday. The freaking vacuums suck (no pun intended). I can't get the cat hair up with the Roomba or the upright. She's going up the stairs on her own volition Tuesday. My head hurts. She told me to make the decisions for everything today, see what being in the hospital for weeks will do to you??? It makes you crazy. Why else would she ask that of me???

If you find a penny in your own house is it good luck? Or does it have to be a street.

This IS Christmas To Me.

Yes, I post this every year. It makes me smile and I watch it over and over.No trees this year. Today marks two weeks that Mom is in the Hospital. I should be wrapping shit right now. Usually I take great pride in my wrapping abilities, this year, it's just kinda sad. I don't even want anything this year, I've been hiding the credit and atm cards at night when I go to sleep, that way Honey can't order shit online

Is This A Dream?

It's not a dream, it's life.

So mom went through a battery of procedures and ended up having open heart surgery to repair the mitral valve on Friday. She's in what they said would be her worst days. She even asked me why she had the surgery, I told her the same reason I've had all my surgeries. When the surgeon called me and explained it to me, I specifically said if she is OK with it and he thought she had good odds, then I was OK with it. We spent most of the day of her surgery waiting around the hospital because we were told she would go in around 10:00, so we grabbed a bite to eat then headed over there. Turns out they didn't take her in till about two (according to her) and it would be about a 4-6 hour procedure. My oldest sister flew in and rented a car and sat with us at the hospital which gave honey some time off and he brought us back smoothies. It was past 9 when we left the hospital. I've been living on Diet Rock Star Energy Drinks and smoothies. Big sis treated me to lunch the next day even though we couldn't find the restaurant I wanted to try until after we ate.

We are hoping she will be home by Friday, which will be two weeks she has been in the hospital. I'll be staying at her house 24/7 for awhile but will have my laptop or just use her PC or laptop.

I almost had a good post I was composing in my head while I was driving, my power of observation is coming back from tunnel vision. For now, I'm just blogging for me.

I always told her even as a little girl I would take care of her when she got older, I intend on keeping my word. Luckily Honey and her adore each other and he is committed to taking care of both of us. Big job. We are both stubborn and independent . She is starting to come around and accept the fact she does need help. We are still in some negotiations regarding getting her home, some of the other stuff she has agreed to.

I miss IM'ing with her every night. I left her computer on after I took care of some financial stuff she wanted printed. Her kitties like to play with the mouse and she goes idle, then she is no longer idle. Plus Honey can leave messages on her IM for me since you can't have cellphones on her unit, and I turn mine off and forget to turn it back on....

Hopefully she is sound asleep and medicated by now, she had a rough night last night. Tomorrow I will try and look a little less frazzled for her.... the last thing she needs to worry about is me.

Sweet dreams Mommy, I miss you! Please be home for Christmas! That's all I want. Well that and maybe some botox.. I've got the bitch line between my eyes going on again..hopefully it will go away when things calm down.

Oh What Fun!

Mom is perking back up, they are still going to take a looksie in her heart tomorrow with a tiny cam. They were suppose to do it today but her heart rate was too fast and she is still too congested. This morning I brought her a balloon bouquet tied to a teddy bears arm. This afternoon when I went back she had lots of flowers delivered to her and she was happy, but bored. She had one coughing fit that made me want to get the nurse, but she caught her breath and we just sat for awhile. Then she said she was bored again. I told her all about the auction they were having in the lobby, lots and lots of themed Christmas Trees set up on banquet tables. Oh so pretty! I wanted to see if they would let me take her down in a wheelchair to the lobby to see them. The nurse said no, she can't leave the ward. Remember when I was in the hospital and I wandered down to the lobby, the old biddy candy striper called the ward and security. This is where I get it from.

The upside is the nurse said we could stroll the ward. I practically skipped back to her room, where we brushed her hair (She had some funky bed head going on) and made sure she was all covered up. And off we went, peering into rooms as we walked along. Then we get to an intersection of hallways and they had the silver domes that have the cameras in them for security, mom looks up and says look at the fancy mirror dome! Mom, that's a security camera. She looks up and get a bratty grin and starts waving at the people watching the camera in some little security room. On the way back to her room I notice a sign that says "Behavioral Health" with an arrow pointing down her hallway. Mom! They moved you to "Behavioral Health!". She stops walks back to the sign then looks down her hallway towards her room. "Just kidding Mom, It's around the corner"

Back In The Day....

In my twenties I would have totally worn this dress and those shoes and looked good in it. Now that I'm going to be hitting 35 (oh shit I'm going to faint) I think it is best to leave these for my sister's pretty pretty daughter EJ. Oh and she totally knows how to shoot a gun. RRRARR! Dangerous!

Confession Time

I'm not really a Temper Tantrum Queen, I'm mearly a Princess. The real Queen, Queen E is my mom. Today she went into the hospital, and I'm sad. She is a proud and private person, so this was very hard on her. Her independence and health are very important to her. When I arrived at the ER she was trying to put her shoes on and go home. She was in the ER from 5:30am till 2:30 pm. And she hadn't slept all night. They finally got her into a room before she escaped.

I'm sure she is going to be fine. She has to be. I still need her.

Home Sweet Home?

Two days ago I was ready to stay on the cruise ship for another month or so. A week just wasn't long enough, but now that I am home, I'm happy. So happy that I am going to share with you my secret love. Awhile back I said I don't get crushes on actors or Doctors, well I proved myself wrong. I dunno, maybe it was the handful of assorted psych drugs sprinkled with lortab and xanax, but I found myself falling in love with this guy. Hugh Laurie. Not so much Hugh Laurie, but rather his scruffy , mean spirited, sarcastic and crippled portrayal of Dr. House. It's Hugh Laurie as Doctor House that I love.

See Ya Later Bye Bye

Tomorrow we leave on our cruise to the Bahamas and Virgin Islands. I may or may not have internet , last year the ship was unable to support Vista. My sister is has her laptop so I should be able to jump onto there. So looking forward to this trip and we are arriving in style, a stretch Cadillac Escalade Limo. It seats 20, we only have 11 and a shit load of luggage. I'm exhausted from all the family coming in last night and today. Must get sleep.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Banish Boredom In the Bathroom

I can get rid of the stacks of Honey's sports papers and my magazines? Replace them with one book? Too good to be true.

UGH

TalkingBear

Being at home day after day fucks with your head. I ventured out yesterday and am paying the price for it today, I guess that's what happens when they pull all your insides out through your va-jay-jay and stick crap in your in belly button to slice and dice. The good news, no big ugly scars. If this doesn't work out like we planned, I am going to be so pissed at having a hysterectomy at 34.



My big Sister ordered a talking stuffed animal over the internet where she got to record in her own voice her message. I love that thing, it's so soft , just the right size and you can squeeze it hard and smile when it still is chipper.

Cereal Swap

I switched to Captin Crunch with berries, wonder what color it putrifies into. It's got to be better than the Fruit Loops.

Observations

1) If you eat nothing but fruit loops and bagels for a week (maybe more) your poo WILL turn NEON green.



2) If you throw up during this time, you will spew this neon Nickelodeon goo as well.



3) If everybody in the house gets insomnia it will feed off the other's energy. NOBODY WILL SLEEP.



4) It's been 3 weeks since my surgery, I'm not cleared for driving, sex, baths, vacumming. Recovery time is 4-6 weeks. I'm still bleeding somewhat and I'm still in pain. Next appt is the 19th. I'm hoping to get an ok to swim since we will be on a cruise in two weeks.



5) Going with Honey to the Pharmacy is a big deal, they have other crap you can buy while waiting. Going to the grocery store is not fun with Honey, he keeps checking to make sure I don't walk into a display of creamed corn or knock over the watermelons. I may be a tad stoned but I walk slowly and carefully, just like on cops.



6) I think my Big Sister has turned into a Secret Service Agent. Seriously. I'm going to have Honey kidnap her on the cruise and we can interrogate her in our cabin. That will be fun.



7) My 18 year old neice added me as a friend on facebook. Her boyfriend is hot. I'm not even going to spill what I've learned so far. Which is nothing more than what any 18 year old does.



8) If you build it they WILL come.



9) Why we bother to have a home phone anymore is beyond me. We actually pay the phone company just so telemarketers, political parties and phone charities can call US!



10) I have to go lay down again, I'm going to spew neon green again if I don't.

I'm Not That Girl

To wear her heart upon her sleeve, or am I?

It's starting to look like Christmas

Perfect fot my nephew's shared bathroom.

She's Alive!

After my surgery I've been lurking on your blogs. I even left a comment or two. Typing and reading with one eye covered is pretty hard on a girl after awhile. Hence the silence on my blog. But I'mmmmm Baaaaaaaaaaaacccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk!

OKTOBERFEST

Salma Hayek's boobs are real. The right one is larger than the left one. I have the same problem.

Nun Too Late

This may come as a shock but deep inside I have kinda always wished I had become a nun. You know take an oath of silence, live simply and peacefully. The convents I saw in Greece were just so beautiful and calm. I would want to be the candle lighter. And another thing..nuns don't have bad hair days.

Mommy's Little Angel

Yesterday Honey took a nap and Fletch (The Beagle) gained control of the remote, he's really good at that. So out of all the channels that we get on the Dish where does he stop? On the Jewelry Channel. That's my boy! When there is nothing else on TV we watch the jewelry channel until one of us or both of us can't take it anymore. It's like arm wrestling or something.

PS. The stuff we ordered that one time, not so impressed...

TTQ

Even a Temper Tantrum Queen can't take herself too seriously ALL the time.

Trouble

Fo' Real Dog

You know that even with my crazy web skills even I couldn't make this shit up. Sanrio really is going to take over the world and make it pink. What started as a love obsession is quickly turning in to a passionate distaste. Like me screaming "make it stop" Uncle!.

Then again I'm in a pretty dark mood this week. No, even if I were cheerful, I might just throw up in my mouth.

Funny, I used to be a Carrie

Sex and the City Quiz by QuizRocket.com

What SATC girl are you??

Uncalled For

For Kim "She's The Best" Her Screensaver Says So

Visit Her to find out why It's A Maze aaaand a Maraca

R U Sure About Your Vote?

ABC has a test at the below address to see who's campaign statements, McCain's or Obama's, you agree with most. They don't tell you who made the statements, of course, but a statement made by each candidate on the same topic (economy, immigration, judiciary, etc.) will be side by side. You just pick which statement you agree with and, after selecting all 13, you'll find out which candidate's philosophy you support. Try it at:

http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/MatchoMatic/fullpage?id=5542139

I'm happy to report that I was voting for the same person who I had originally had my vote reserved for. Did you? You don't have to say WHO just tell me yes or no. Yes if the poll was acurate about who you were voting for or no if it turns out you are more likely to vote someone else.

As if I Needed This

Why is that medicine to make you better makes you sick?? Then I have to take another medicine to combat the side effects of the original medicine. I'm a freaking mess. Who may barf all over her keyboard in oh about 2.2 seconds. Glad I didn't have an eating lunch date today, just coffee. I knew if I ate I wouldn't come home and start taking all this crap. Then Honey would quiz until he was satisified that I had indeed taken it.



God, I'm just a bundle of joy today. Cranky, ill and whiney.

Do Not Rip The Band-Aid Off

I'm back from vacation in my old town Ft. Lauderdale. My brain is so overloaded that I can't process it all yet. seriously. I get gossip via e-mail, but the one on one gossip in person is sooooooo much better. One pleasing moment is that a very very very bad ex was black balled, eighty-sixed, banished, exiled. Why does that make me happy? Because every time I think of the years I threw away on him makes me want to vomit and sends me into a panic attack. There are only two men that can do that to me. It would have been three, but somebody offed the third, for real. And no it wasn't me and he did have it coming.

But basically I came and went unscathed. Ice Princess indeed.

Freakin Crazy

I was in the bathroom brushing my hair when I heard a voice on the TV. I knew that voice, I hadn't heard it in over 10 years but it's hard to forget this lady. It was a woman that worked for me when I was managing a furniture store in the mall. She worked part-time and was always rushing to go see this or that trying to break into the acting biz. I actually went to some of her acting workshops with some other friends too. At one point I was fed up with my two roommates and she and I started looking at places, but I digress. My friend was on Law and Order playing an attorney, and I caught it on TV. Takes me back. Way back. Wish I was 21 and still struted like a peacock, I thought I had the world on a string. But I was wrong.

What Happens When A Newspaper Makes A Mistake?

Since I published late last night, I was clearly not thinking... Upon waking I headed straight for the computer to remove it asap. If you happened to be one of those lucky readers keep it on the down low would ya? TMI, but it kept me busy

So here's a distraction for you Kathy Griffin Topless! I love her piece about celebrities getting the shots of their "Female Parts" by accident...

KEEP HER MOUTH SHUT? NO WAY. IT’S LONELY AT THE TOP

—OF THE DLIST, THAT IS.

Kathy Griffin on Party Girl Crotch Photos

From This Day Forward

Honey is going to join the cyberworld with a new (and a first for him) name. His name: Baldilocks. C'est Bien! His views are strictly his views and have no bearing on mine whatsoever. Granted you are most likely to find him in a Cigar Forum, A Republican Rally and God only knows where when I am out of town. Actually we all know what I am alluding to, it's just in poor taste to say my husband surfs for porn to amuse himself when left alone. I'm sorry Cyd, that you had to read that. Banish it right out of your mind, like poof...never happened.

Not only entering the land of the cyber people with his new name, I accidentally taught him a new word for "female bits" as Meno likes to call them. It's kinda hard not to talk about them with him since he saw the pictures of the laproscopy before I did. He asked me how my "woo" was. I said you mean my vajay-jay? We were in the grocery store and proceeded to launch a whole shopping trip discussing all the different names that people use for genitals. He really likes vajay-jay. I think because it sounds likes something he heard on the streets, he and his friends love to use words like "Big Dog", Woot!, and really anything that makes them sound like they aren't middle aged men. I also reminded him of breasticiles, which could mean that your tits are freezing off or maybe the size of your breasticiles is the female equivalent of how big your balls are.

So sorry world! For the two minor indiscretions that I released on the world by sharing my limited knowledge.

Sunday Tea Anybody?

Anything Goes in Amsterdam

Snoop Dog and Willie Nelson. I thought Willie was still jail or dead or something. I'm going to make a wild guess they are flying high even though they aren't Superman. Which by the way is the name of the song: Superman

stuck in my head

I hope that you have
the time of your life
but think twice
it's my ony advice

Gnarls Barkley - Crazy

In a Creepy Little World

I Said Hip Hip Hippity Hop

Hurricanes are hoppin all over the Caribbean. Just when the satellite guy could could get here on Tuesday, another storm is likely to brush us Thursday or Friday. Most of the water has settled into "retention" ponds from Faye, some ponds we didn't even know existed after just getting 26+ of rain I'm not so sure if the roads will clear as quickly as they did during Faye last week. The way our house is built sandbagging should do the trick if need be. I can just imagine us evacuating ,which we have never done even during Andrew and we lived in So FLA. One mom, one husband, mom's two cats, my cat, and two dogs. Oh and what to do with turtle?? All barreling up I95 to Atlanta in Mom's conversion van. I call third row, mom and honey can do the driving. The dog crates should fit in the back , cat crates on the second row seats. I'm going to have to check out the van again, the third row seats might have to be put down to put the doberman crate in the back.

Good thoughts to all the readers who get bothered by the storms.

Fuckity! Duckity! Duck!

The longer I get out of the habit of blogging everyday it's hard to get back into the momentum. Today was a maelstrom of Dr's appts that had been perfectly scheduled last week which were promptly canceled upon Tropical Faye's arrival ,This town and most of the county closed Tuesday, Wed, Thur,AND Freaking Fri . Wow! What a tough back to school week. Class for one day to find your desk, your pencils can't possibly sharpened yet ...

So back to my dilemma rescheduling my Dr's appts, I did not wake up on the right side of the bed and promptly got a panic attack. I did hit the gas instead of the brake. And yes kids, I was not hopped up on pain pills or even xanax.

Yeah so healing fine, a bit slow but healing the glue is starting to really peel now, like the ones directly over the biggest incision. The tumor of course was not cancerous yay! I just have Endometriosis and a few cysts rambling around. So the talk turned to options, drugs that give you a partial menopause, drugs that send you straight to menopause w/o passing go. And of course total hysterectomy at 34. Now we have to put every card on the table, we have discussed it over and over, but it's sink or swim time. I just need to jump off the diving board and make a decision. It's not life threating (to me) it just extinghuisis the last match of the baby book matches

So then I made him tell me what everything on my pictures (they are in color) is. What I thought was a belly button, turned out to be a piece of my uterus on the outside (snipped off). Just in case you are keeping score It looks like somewhere somebody turned parts of my uterus inside out and put it back in the closet Hence the dense endometriois which was removed but will go grow back without relief if I don't choose what's behind door Number 1, Door Number 2, Or Door Number 3. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Doe RAY Me..

Fa saw latte dough. It's raining, first storm for us this year. Miss Faye isn't very windy but she sure is soggy so far, she made a turn straight for the Cape. Wheee!

Oww

Still healing, can't sit at my desk on my PC for very long. Even the laptop laying on the couch is uncomfortable. I'm trying to wean myself down on the pain drugs, but I may have started too early. Oww. Can't wait to pick up the cd of the surgery, I really want to share my tumour with you. It's like a perfect egg. My Gi yesterday started talking about my galstone again, I think he was bummed that the ob/gyn got take something out and he hasn't. I now have three belly buttons, what's a fourth. Oh and I want to rip the surgical glue off the incisions, but they said it would come off on it's own...

In which I have become a lurker

the surgery went well, a tumour was removed and some endometrios. Haven't heard what was in the tumour but I'm sure I'll hear something sooner rather than later if it's dangerous. I've been reading your blogs, but my typing sucks with a drug addled mind. I have the hard copy if the pictures, but I'm hoping to get the cd so I can post the gory details. Howvever I'm still haven't been cleared to drive yet. Honey is taking awesome care of me. So that's that. More later, I'm going to crawl back onto the couch and slip under warm dryer warmed blankies.

Random Musings

Can I wear my ipod during my surgery?

Will I even care when I get to 98? 100, 99, 98 OUT! Like A Light.

Why do I think it is so important to have my eyebrows in tip top shape for this?

Why do I always ask for my current book when I know they will be pumping morphine into me all the words get jumbled like well a word jumble? I might as well ask for a sudoku and just fill it in randomly. This time, I'm packing my laptop and movies. I can always re-rent movies.

On the menu where you pick what you want for the next days meals would it be rude to write "DON'T BOTHER, I'M NOT EATING THIS CRAP" on it? I made a list of things honey can bring me that are healthy and tasty.

Is it morbid that I made a mini will and stuck it in my "real" jewelry box? Mom doesn't know it yet but I'm dropping it off at her house tomorrow. Just the good jewelry but there is a list of things that I want other people to have. Honey gets my pension and life insurance. And that's about all I have any say about, those go to him by default.

Oh and I want my phone this time. It takes me 5 or 6 tries to dial my own damn house or honeys cell without it.

Do you think I can talk them into a little lipo while they are in there anyways? I won't tell anybody it was "pro bono".

And again, Why the hell don't hospitals have wireless Internet? People live and breath through their puters. I could go into withdrawal and die

Why must everybody don gowns? My ass and breasts aren't being worked on. Walking around holding it closed sucks, I bring pj shorts and tank tops.

How in the hell did my tattoo end up in my medical history? Seriously, is that why we have to don gowns? Or else I have ob/gyn who doesn't miss a thing. Who by the way is the McDreamy of the hospital, the pre-op nurse says "Isn't it he a cutie..everybody loves him." Sorry but I don't get crushes on actors or doctors and do you really want a McDreamy poking around your belly? Not me, I hate when my husband touches my belly.

Who's Running The Show?

Honey has a client who is moving and can't take their dog with them. So sad, when I heard him talking on his phone he said he would have to run it by me first. My first question? What is it a dog or a cat? It's a dog. It's a pitbull (yikes where I'm from in Ft. Lauderdale it's illegal to even own one). Still, Honey said it was the sweetest thing, fixed and up on all it's shots. We actually considered it until 5:00 am this morning when I tried to go back to bed after being up sick all night. My reason? We just can't fit another dog in the bed. Not to mention the delicate or sometimes not so balanced household we have going on already. My beagle is a sweetie and likes to be a big baby, our doberman is missing a few crayons from the box. He is however a sweetie too, if you can get pass him. My middle sister can actually walk right into our house when she visits from GA and our dogs don't make a fuss or even bark. My Mom loves her grandkids but they love her just a little too much and almost knock her down before climbing into her lap at the same time, she'd probably never come over again if we got a pit bull. My vote? A new little baby fluffy kitty for Babyfred to make into her protege. Then it would be 2 and 2 and 2 of us.

Seriously, we are suckers for animals. With the upcoming surgery, I wouldn't be able to train or watch them 24/7. We just got a new sofa and club chair. I promptly covered our couch with a sofa cover and an old bedspread. Company coming no problem, just whip them off. So we just amuse (torture) ourselves with all the homeless animals we can't take home. Who knew you could fit all three animals and me on a sofa? That's where we have been all day, they were nursing mommy back to health. Love'em to pieces.

T-MINUS 3

Pre-ops all systems go. 'cept for having nausea mostly likely from nerves. Though the xanax and the phenegren aren't kicking in like they should be. I thought I had some motion systen meds around here too, I just can't find them. The Nazi (honey) will be my keeper for 4 days then will go back to work. Mom is more idulgent and will play my silly games. She won't sing, tell me a story or a joke..but she will make funny faces on command. It's only suppose to be outpatient, but I've been told there is a good possibility they will keep me, especially after just spending a week at my favorite hotel (ahem, I mean't hospital) No frequent fliers miles though or hotal rewards. Just meals I won't eat, and demand that food be brought in to me and that I have plenty of ones for the vending machines. ( Bitchy, I know). But I do know now that I can't go to the first floor unless you have a pass. I can even tell you that I'll probably be on floor 3, which isn't my favorite ward but it's ok. I packed my own bags just in case, kinda like insurance if you have a bag ready you getto go home, if you have to go in a hurry they keep you forrrrrreeeeeeeeevvvvvvvverr and you husband will be looking for alll the off the wall things I ask for

Just Plain Nutty

Acorn Necklace

It's the revenge of the nut! This heavy gold acorn opens up to reveal a tiny captive squirrel. The piece was inspired by antique mourning jewelry; acorns were a popular theme because they represented immortality. (kinda cool)

• 18K yellow gold (Okay that's a good feature)



• 26" chain (It could fall into your cleavage)

Price 6,000, yes, you read that right. $6,000

I thought of my sister until I read the price. What's next Gem Sweaters in fall leaves and various nuts?

• $6,000.00
  

For Moi?

A New Yorker by way of NOLA loves me! That makes two ( ahem Soapy ahem) New Yorkers. It's pink and it's black. And it reminds me of firecrackers. I love it. Actually, I'm a self proclaimed attention whore. But now I've got some validation.. and I'm off and running.

Go vist the OTHER Queen: The Supreme Nicotine Queen

Yikes, It's Almost Here!

Today is pre-op day. First the doctor at 2:30 then the hospital at 3:30. Honey just called to see if he should rearrange his day to go. I told him it's no big deal, it's probably just instructions and paperwork. I'm more worried about the time in between, the Dr's office is across the street from the hospital. I can't imagine it will take an hour, I suppose I'll just go and see if they take me early. Then I'll be done with Dr's till Friday and the laproscopy next Thursday. I picked up the reports rom the hospital from my stay last week. It stated I was "youthful" in appearance (yay!) and "Unfortunate" (wtf?). I never think of myself as unfortunate, I tend to think I'm lucky.

Fruity Pebbles

TV Guide Mad Libs

There is nothing on TV new anymore, so I've made my own Mad Libs from the TV Guide Online.


Big Movie Premiere: The Dark Knight
marry's

Ugly Betty
and her

Greatest American Dog
who wonders if you

Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader?
and why she is desperate to be the

Last Comic Standing
in

This Old House Hour
in

Smallville
run by

Kingpin's

Thelma & Louise

Swimmers And Sinkers

I was going to get all deep and blog about last week. I am now repressing and stuffing all of last week. I was up till 5:00 am over last week. The whole debacle was not one of my finer moments. And I've had a slew of unproud moments. Talk about showing your ass. Literally. M' kay? Some of us swimmers fight their way upstream as a goal in life.

I Think You Are Crazy. Crazy Like Me. Probably.

Can You See The Beauty Of Your Chaos?

Drama. Major Drama. I've been absent and was stripped of all my wordily goods, all gadgets and communication vessels included. Honey came home last Monday morning to find me collapsed on the bathroom floor. Nobody really knows the why and the how, though theories abound. I sniffled and bawled at the ones that were the furthest from the truth. I couldn't speak, my tongue had swollen up making me incoherent, not that my brain had any other control. I was complete and utter mess. I was confused, scared, weak, and afraid that my whole life made out of a deck cards with 51 cards was crumbling. The life I've had to make from scratch. Gone. And I couldn't even yell...

Mr & Mrs Berry (Berry Good Times)

I just logged into Flickr and found that my niece had FINALLY uploaded wedding pics. Ok, I can't really give her a hard time , memory cards are so cheap I just keep buying new ones, then I date them and put them in a box..


The good time coed- bachelor/ bachelorette party!!! Go to the November 2007 posts for the crazy ass party pictures. Honey is in the green, our niece (not the one getting married) is the blonde, the blonde guy is her dad, who would be my BIL 'cept for a tiny divorce thing... And the handsome black dude is an extended family member without blood ties. Warning Honey should not be allowed to play with him. But we let it happen anyway knowing something is going to end up in the family archive....

The ocean front venue, it was freezing. The Wedding was in November....

Honey and I can behave. Seriously. Or maybe it was because I got out of the Hospital 2 days before the Wedding. That us in the second row for family, we found out later we were suppose to be in the front row..oopsie. I'm the one in dark glasses , Honey is the bald guy.
This is when things started to get crazy and I was ready to faint so we left it to the younger kids, like my new nephew (my age) and niece (who is 4 or so years younger than me) . I also love that the groom is bald like my Honey.

I love this picture of the bride, she looks ready to well..you know the stuff that comes after you get married.

The end.

We Just Watched Munich.

We call each other "Honey", I call him Honey and he calls me Honey, except when we are talking to each other through the animals then it's Mommy and Daddy.

What's that you said Zeus? You say that Daddy is being an asshole? You really shouldn't call Daddy an asshole, it's not nice.

Come here Fletch, Mommy won't give you some of her ice cream? It's ok I love you and you can have some of my ice cream.

Look Honey! Look how Fletch takes popcorn out of the bowl! He eats like a people!

Fletch, I don't care if you eat popcorn just don't talk during the movie, got it buddy? Now tell daddy he should shut the hell up, I'm trying to follow this light hearted gem of a movie.

*sigh*

BONKED! In The Afternoon!

Zeus, my Doberman just gave me a concussion. It was a freak accident during the feeding frenzy. I mean dinner time. Honey was in charge for today, Zeus was expecting me to dole out the rations, he had already bonked his head on a 12 pack of soda I just brought in from the store. I sat on the couch to stay out of the fray, and he leaped onto and around and well skull on skull bonk.

I am hearby declaring myself not responsible for anything I say or do for 72 hours.

The picture is of one of the Delta Launchs here on the Cape. It was very similar to what I saw after Zeus bonked me.

Look Ma! No Hands!

Two Anniversarys in one Month. My blog , which I started as a Wedding Blog for family. So much for that idea, the blog took on a life of it's own. Two years strong on both, wouldn't change a day or anything for that matter.