Hot Hot Hot

It's only July..we still have the rest of July, Aug, and Sept & Oct. This was yesterday's temps out on our patio and in our den, today it reads 91.2 outside and 84.4 inside..the a/c is trying to cool the house down but it is too muggy. Thankfully, thunder is booming and it's starting to drizzel here and there in spots. Big Black Clouds are coming. Yay! Please Please Please cool off the house. The bedroom is the coolest I have three layers of window coverings on the windows so the sun doesn't actually heat up the ....

Update: Honey came home and I sai8d it sure is hot today, he checked the outside unit of the a/c it's not running. The inside air handler is and is blowing air it's just not cold air...

A/C Broken? Or on strike? Please send good thoughts for our a/c unit so we can limp through the weekend and get a guy out on Monday.

Who's Your Daddy?

"Is it possible you may have a knocked somebody up?" I ask Honey out of the blue.

"No, I never let mines escape blah, blah, blah, blah" He was on a roll of funny ways to say how he couldn't be the baby's daddy.

"Hmm weird, there is this guy in my book study that looks just like you when you were probably his age" I tell him.

"Baby, I'm telling you none of that junk ever got loose" he says.

"Okay, I believe you" But that's actually not the point of me starting this conversation.

"Well how old is he?"

I say "Early to mid 20's, so feasibly he could be yours if you were 16 and not careful."

"Hmmm, I know he is not mine"

So Honey was a virgin at 16, good to know, he got married at 18 or something crazy like that and she lives around here somewhere, I don't really care where. For some reason his past relationships mean squat to me. But if she had been pregnant somebody would have told me, his older sisters are great like that. They give me so much teasing ammo, and that is great for times like when he shaves off an eyebrow.

"That's not the point of this whole conversation though, the point is I can't even look at him because he looks so much like you." That makes it hard when he is speaking, cause I just want to stare at him and see exactly what it is that makes him look so much like a younger Honey.

I can't just stare at him, what if he thinks I'm interested? Or does he just thinks I'm some quiet kook who stares rudely at people.

If I had had a baby at 16, the baby would be 17 now, almost an adult. I still get carded for cigarettes! You only have to be 18 to buy them. My mind can't comprehend what my life would have been like if I had been a pregnant teenager and spent the last 17 years of my life raising a child. Weird.

I wonder if Honey is thinking the same thoughts today about what if he had had a baby at 16. Probably not.

As a babeless house we have the luxury of time to ponder such things.. but I'm sure ouir ideas are so totally different. I'd bet ten to one he's thinking about how to work the gun show into his weekend so he can sell his deceased father's handguns. And why the hell his father had them in the first place.

Fake Bake Not To Be Confused With Shake and Bake

Paris Hilton, Brittany Spears and others go to self-tanning salons where their tan is sprayed on. For those of you that wish to achieve that techno colored orange glow, Here is Fake Bake! Look how sexy the girl on the bottle is! And the bottle so subtly reminds us of an old surfboard. You can get this where, you ask?

ON THE HOME SHOPPING NETWORK! Yay!

Fake Bake


Or you can do as one crazy canuck lurker (Hey You! What Doin!) who suns himself on his balcony year round, and it gets damn cold up there in Calgary.. I swear when he comes to Florida he looks like a native beach bum. I do not, Nuff said.

Puchi Puchi! Cheescake and Nascar!

Ever now and again I find odd little things that would make me happy( i.e. entertained). You know like shiny things, blingy thingies and what not. Cheescake makes me happy too, especially the extra large pieces of ones that have a myraid of flavors. Nascar, not so much..I got a spam mail the other day and it said Cheesecake and Nascar? Why? I don't know.. those things typically don't go hand and hand in my world. In fact Nascar has litlle to do with my world, except I saw Talledega Nights or was it called Talledega Days (Don't you put that on me Ricky Bobby!). Either way it had Will Farell in it..though his little imp Nora that he has used in some of his short online spoofs wasn't in it.

So here is the Puchi Puchi, it's like bubble wrap only better, it has different sounds and it comes on a keychain. Virtual bubble wrap. Genius I say, pure genius. It's 59.00 for 5 so that's not so nice. Maybe one of you loaded readers would like to send me one? I don't ask for cash in my blogging but gifts are greatly appreciated.

Bubblewrap toy set from Bandai. PuchiPuchi is designed to simulate the look, feel, and sound of popping bubblewrap, perhaps every geek's favorite pastime.Every 100 "pops" gives you a random sound including "door chime", "barking dog", "sexy voice", the eternal "fart" noise, and more! As an added bonus, among every 1000 pieces is a "puchi lucky" toy with a heart-shaped bubble.

Pre-order it here:

Puchi Puchi

No Wire Hangers Ever!!

Well, that certainly made me feel better about my mood swings.

It Comed Off

Our little friend Amanda once said about her shoe: "It comed off!"

"What happened to your shoe?"

"It comed off!"

She's so cute. Today I'm sitting here blogging, er reading blogs and I hear a real soft "oh shit" from Honey in the bathroom. "What?" no answer from the bathroom. Whatever. The toilet is running so maybe it's not flushing right, he can deal with it. It's not like he yelled "Oh My Fucking God and Baby Jesus help us!"

Next thing I hear from Honey as he makes his way into then den," That trimmer works really well. It doesn't even plug in. " Apparently he tried to trim one long eyebrow hair and took off half of his eyebrow. Seriously. I look at him, and die laughing (hell, I'm still laughing). What happened to your eyebrow? "It comed off!" You can say that again. He looks like Inspector Brown from the game Clue?. "Quit raising that one eyebrow it makes it look funnier! I'm not raising my eyebrow! Are you sure? Cause it looks like you just walked into a room where everybody yelled "SURPRISE!" You know when you aren't happy about a surprise party so you try to figure out who to pummel first? I couldn't even look at him for three hours without laughing. I can look at him now. And I must say he's being a very good sport, he has made up about a dozen stories to tell to people if they ask..You know, I was cooking up some meth and blam! Oh I was checking my battery on my car and the acid bubbled up, I'm lucky I didn't lose and eye.

I could have had a V-8

So I've been tagged by Leigh Ann to post 8 random things about myself.

1) I like older men (especially Honey- he is my favorite)

2) I like to stay up all night long and go to sleep around 4 am then sleep till 11 (Honey does not like this) It's very peaceful and nobody intrudes, or you can go out and find all the parties just kicking into high gear (those days are over).

3) I'm very shy in a group of people, I'm best with a handful, kinda like nuts. Some are good for me, too many are bad.

4)I love to give gifts, but I hate sending packages or mail. I wish my family lived close by so I could spoil my nephews and niece on my side of the family.

5) I was deported from England. loooooong story

6) As a rule I don't swear unless I'm typing the word..I just don't pepper my conversations with them.

7) I have 10 fingers and ten toes

8) I could live in water, I like baths that much.

Happy Good Monday! (I think I'm gonna throw up)

The depression has subsided and I'm now on warp speed. The roller coaster of my very own. No more click, click,click...chink... okay, I wanna get off now... click, click, click, chink , I can't do this....click,click,click..... Seriously, let me off click....click.....click....up to the highest peak of dread and excitement and all those other emotions looming large. Now, It's all whee!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Whee!!!! O My Gawd! I'm gonna die..wheeeeeeee!!!!! Mommy! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA wheeeeeeeee!!! Giggle! This is freaking awesome dude! ...Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!! whoosh, spin, ahhhhhhhh. That was great.

Now it's time for today's game! The Dexa Scan, also known as a bone scan. Bring it on, this is a cake walk, and at 33, I doubt they will find anything but titanium embedded into various bones from stupid accidents in my 20's. So jewelry has all been taken off, clothes will have no metal pieces, no underwire bras...

Uncanny

Anna Nicole Smith used her weight as a money maker, Now Paris Hilton aims to use her own line of hair extensions as a money maker. They look very eerily alike.

Photo of Paris holding boxes of her new line... Kinda like Anna Nicole Smith wore a TrimSpa nameplate necklace.

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Things (Sharon Stone) that make you go HMMMM..

Sharon, Sharon... what happened to you? You need to sue your plastic surgeon or maybe just eat more. I'm so very sad by this...

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Looking for My Mojo

I've become obsessed with wanting to travel, it's two months away from our vacation (a 8 day 7 night cruise through the Western Carribean) , and I'm already planning the next few trips..

In "Spider's Nest Blues" by Hattie Hart and the Memphis Jug Band, Hart wants to go to New Orleans to get her toby (mojo) "fixed" because she is "having so much trouble" -- the mojo is protective and its power is wearing off, as witnessed by the "bad luck" she is having.

So here is my list of places to look:

1) New York City (preferrably around Christmas time, but that's not going to happen, honey will be out of vacay days)

2) A Meditterean Cruise in June 2008 for Mom's 70th Birthday.

3) Paris any time as soon as possible (i.e. the next couple of years)

3) Anywhere but here.. preferrably today. Unfortunately, I have too many Doctor's appointments and tests scheduled.

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Sad Mommy

I can remember a time when my mom was once very sad, I found her in her room crying and she wouldn't or couldn't tell me what was wrong. I went to get my oldest sister as I was no more than 8 or whatever age you are in 2nd grade. My oldest sister was in high school at the time, she had me make a card for mom and we went to her room to give it to her and she just sobbed harder. I felt so helpless and confused. I imagine that she feels the same way when I get sad, helpless and confused. It's something that can't just be fixed. You can't snap your fingers, you can't go eat whatever, or be loved on. Those things help for ummm say a minute, maybe two. You just have to fasten your seat belt and try to chill.

There is a lot more to my little story, someday I'll flesh it out, but not right this year. And probably not on a blog, I am just trying right now to do free association blogging.. with and without details. I can share my story but not others even if I am a part of it.

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Delsuional

As in irrational. I almost bought 20 lbs of Dead Sea Salt (Chamomile infused) off eBay last night. I had wicked crazy dreams again last night. I can pull a Mercedes Roadster one of the SLK editions out of a ditch with my bare hands , get the dent fixed and return it to you before you even noticed I took it out of the parking garage. Don't worry I had permission to drive it. Today, I pulled myself out of bed to meet friends for lunch and also to fight with the mail order prescription people again. The stop at the local pharmacy (to get the one particular and most crucial medicine I need right now) of course couldn't do what the mail order rx people said they could do...luckily they have the sweetest girl there who knows pretty much everything about me, like bra size and all. She said go ahead and go, I leave at three. ( get back and after lunch and they worked it out to terms I could live with. I pay now, send them the receipt they pay me later..I have enough of that icky stuff for another week until my mail order gets here)

So now I'm late and have to sit in the seat that nobody else wanted. I hate that, I have my seat that I ALWAYS sit in. I'm never late! It was a rowdy bunch today or so it seemed to me, I couldn't wait to get out of there. I couldn't follow a damn thing thing they said. I've got about 6 gazillion trains of thought barreling through my head..at one time. I was once asked my sis and brother in law how many trains of though they had in their head at any given time. BIL said one. Huh? And I just finished the Carl Hiaason novel "Nature Girl" and the main character would have two songs that would play at the same time in her head and they called her crazy... this is not boding well for me today. 'Cause there is allot more than two songs playing in my head right now, it's more like a high school prom with music and chattering. The high school seems to be right next door to a night club with another different song and a whole other set of chattering..

So today's question is how many trains have you got going through your head at any given moment? Are you a Grand Central Station or are you a once a day train in a country town?

Mapquest Can't Find Here Or There

When people say they are there for you..where exactly is "there?".

When people say they are here for you.. does that mean they are in "living hell" with me?

When people say they have to go..where in the world do all these people actually go?





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Everybody just stand still for a minute

I feel guilty for being sad and emotionally unavailable.

The News Is So Sad

Oh! The horror and the tragedy of the news on a daily basis.

While surfin through the online Celeb Gossip Mags... This pic was by far the most disturbing one of them all, It actually beat out Lindsay Lohan's blue shoes and bikini shot. Speaking of shot, they both should be, they have no shame to their game..

The Grand Funk of Railroads

I'm sad. It just happens sometimes. The brain slips slowly into a deep funk, so quickly and stealthy after that, it dawns on me that I am very sad. Depressed, lethargic, irritable... the smallest thing feels like a mountain. I can't move mountains. It's as rainy as a monsoon passing through, it fits my mood. I'm wet, I'm cold, I want to curl up with my blankie and watch mindless TV, not any shows that I follow, because really I can't pay attention right now. I need something just to stare at. I'm bored, I'm restless, I don't have the motivation to do anything about it though. Conundrum. What do you do when you are sad??

Conundrum, a puzzle or a riddle designed to test for lateral thinking

Lateral thinking is a term coined by Edward de Bono, a Maltese psychologist, physician and writer. It first appeared in the title of his book The Use of Lateral Thinking, published in 1967. De Bono defines lateral thinking as methods of thinking concerned with changing concepts and perception. Lateral thinking is about reasoning that is not immediately obvious and about ideas that may not be obtainable by using only traditional step-by-step logic.

Clinical depression, or major depressive disorder, a state of intense sadness, melancholia or despair that has advanced to the point of being disruptive to an individual's social functioning and/or activities of daily living

funk (countable and uncountable; plural funks) (countable) mental depression (uncountable) A state of fear or panic, especially cowardly

lethargic 1) sluggish, slow 2) indifferent, apathetic

American Woman.Bow Chicka Bow Bow

Yay! It's almost the 4th of July! Here at TTQ's house and we will be doing the following: not BBQ'ing, not setting off fireworks, not going to the beach. I know, I know how can we be so very unpatriotic? Well, we will celebrate by reading the Declaration Of Independence after pledging allegiance to the flag of course. Oh and did I mention the period costumes? I'm going to be Betsy Ross. Honey is going to be Ben Franklin. Honey just loves that grey powdered wig and the cute little satin Capri's with stockings. And a Cravet. And I get to bake an apple pie and work on my quilting.

Somehow Marie Antionette ended up in this picture which is kinda funny in itself, but she looks a lot sexier than Betsy Ross so I'm going have to go with that one. Next year I totally want to be the Statue of Liberty. I mean this girl ROCKS! Look how proud she is with her torch, and those braids..

Bow Chicka Bow Bow! 'Wakka Chikka Wakka Chikka' !

The Macking Site of Bow Chicka Bow Wow (and every other similar type songs)

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not really, but I like the image.

NOOOOOO!!!

Starbucks is evil. Very evil. Last summer I got hooked on Tangerine and Pomegrante Tazo Tea Frappucinos. Being as we live in Florida it looked like they were going to carry them all year round, but I was sadly mistaken, the stores just carried them until they no longer had the makings for it. This year, I have given up my Starbucks habits, Honey brings me my coffee in bed or leaves it on my desk for me ( he goes out for it ). Very spoiled, I know. Though this morning the doughnut was missing, which is fine by me. But it is hotter than hell this week and after meeting friends at lunch, I headed to Pier One, which has a Barnes and Noble next door. I figured a Tangerine Frappucino would be awesome about now. Wait, it's not on the menu. I don't want a iced coffee I want my tea and juice blended till icy. I really don't want this years Promo drink.

Raspberry Mocha Frappuccino® Blended Coffee

Very sad. Very very sad. Seriously sad. I wentto 7-11 and got a Crystal Light Berry Pomegrante Slurpee extra extra large . $1.39. It wasn't half bad. And much, much cheaper, in fact I could get 4 of them for the price of one Frappucino. 7-11, you rock.

Is there a Doctor in the house?

I had a few series of nightmares last night , a few of them are still lingering in my head. One I had to work in this huge supermarket which was suppose to be one of those yucky yucky discount (i.e. almost expired food) stores but instead it was stocked with high end gourmet foods and I got around like I was on the roller skating tennis shoes, only there were no wheels, I just did the Tom Cruise Risky Business slide instead. My mom was the manager, but she couldn't show favoritism and she had a penchant for silk shirts Ala the 80's. My ex-boyfriend also made an appearance and discarded me like yesterday's newspaper. That wasn't so bad, I kinda had that coming for the way I ended things after 6 years, but really he deserved it. I also had a new boyfriend who worked in the store but I think he was married and again there was no fooling around at work as he was one of my superiors. Nobody else at the store liked me very much, in fact I think I remember them plotting to kick my ass and if I went to stock an aisle they were on they would all move away to continue their ambush plans. So that dream wasn't really one of the nightmares, it was just odd, I would like to shop at that store if one should ever open though.

The other dream is that I had a Doctor's visit in which he gave me three prescriptions two of which were totally unreadable and one that the diagnosis said "Fatal Morbidity". He was in a hurry to get off on vacation with his family, I was at his house in the front lawn. He also signed the prescriptions with the name of Kim something or another. Even if he were a woman, his name wouldn't be Kim, trust me on that one. He would be more of a Chis, I think. After he hands me the prescriptions the dream sorta petered out, I think I was waking up and wondering what the hell Fatal Morbidity is, if it even exists. I've been googling in it, but I'm still not sure what it means. It seems you can have a fatal disease that is listed as a type of morbidity (death) which is confusing, if you have a fatal illness, isn't it almost 99% that morbidity will follow? And if you should have non-fatal morbidity you are the 1% that doesn't die from the disease? Seems rather like a redundant term..

Anybody good at dream interpretations or medical definitions? Your guess is as good as mine so fire away anything on your mind.

Oh and the doughnut man is back (hence today's picture)...Honey is bringing me a doughnut with my coffee in the morning again. Just when I had weaned myself off the Blueberry Fritters, he brought one yesterday and today was a great Boston Creme Crumb Cake Muffin. It was awesome, it had goo inside (just one little pocket) and chocolate was drizzled over the crumb cake topping and the cake itself was sooo moist..

The World Outside My Home Is A Shitty Place

The world outside our home is one big bathroom according To Zeus and Fletch. They are the epitome of house pets. They will lay in bed all day long and actually get quite snippy when it's time for us to leave the house and shut them out of the bedroom. Getting them to go outside often requires two of us to cajole, beg, and trick them out to the yard. Their poop is scooped and disposed of like automated machine. They will scratch and knock on the door immediately after doing their business. If I sit with them on the patio, they would rather come sit with me than romp around the yard. Often they just stand on the patio and look around as if they are being forced to stand in a grocery store line. Yeah, that excited. Lazy, lazy, lazy bums. It's a good thing they love to cuddle and give love, cause that's what they are good for. Unconditional love for us, even when being scolded for stealing food from the table. I do have to admit they are becoming more well-behaved since I entered the picture. Fletch no longer stands on tables. Zeus no longer chews on the sofa. Oh and we really don't need an alarm with a Doberman named Zeus.

Capitol C

Give me a C! "C!"
Give me a R! "R!"
Give me an A! "A!"
Give me a N! "N!"
Give me a K! "K!"
Give me a Y! "Y!"
What does that Spell?

"C.R.A.N.K.Y!"

Last night Mom and I went to see the Producers, it was three hours long..it started at 8. So I didn't get home until almost midnight and it takes me a long time to unwind. I had two tests scheduled for today, plus I couldn't eat until after the tests which were scheduled for 2:00 pm and 3:00pm. I drank the barium for the CT as directed, we get to the hospital and check in for the Dexa Scan (Bone Density Scan). We sit down to wait when they call my name and ask me if I had already drank the barium, I said yes. "Well you can't have the Bone Scan today. You have to wait about 10 days after ingesting the barium. The scheduling department shouldn't have booked them like this." Great, now we have to sit in the freezing cold hospital until 3:00 pm for the CT. I'm tired, cold, cranky and hungry. Nice huh? I could have had the Bone Scan this morning, drank the barium and then gone for the CT at 3:00. Honey is cranky as well, though it's his own fault since he insisted on coming. I shot him the evil eye when he started to open his mouth to bitch about having to get a visitor's pass. He quickly shut his mouth when he realized he had roped himself into coming.


Luckily they called me back at 3:00 on the dot. They found my vein pretty quickly and I choked down the last cup of barium in one swig. I'm getting pretty good at sleeping/meditating, or some kind of trance when I get these things done, so it seemed like it went pretty quickly.


To top off the afternoon, we went to the grocery store together. Honey likes to push the cart and zigzag throughout the store back and forth as he thinks of things. Me? I like to start at one end and work my way through to the other end. But he isn't letting go of the cart, I have no choice but to play the grocery store scavenger hunt with him. I'm surprised I didn't come unglued, I pick up some cheese and try to put it in the basket but everytime I get close he starts moving forward. He is not even paying attention to the fact that I wanted to put something in the basket..finally he notices my frustrated face... Oh oops sorry! Oh just fuck off, lets go home. Okay, I didn't really say that. Just thought it. Off he goes again with the cart. I'll be on the chip aisle getting pretzels. Which is kinda true, it's also the aisle with the books and magazines. So I start browsing the mags and books while I wait for spaz to come back with the cart.

Things are looking brighter

I went ahead and scheduled the rest of the tests, I get to spend tomorrow in at the hospital..but at least all the tests are back to back and I don't have to stay overnight. Yay, for small things and I can go to my local hospital and not Orlando. Yay again! I also called the transplant coordinator back to get clarification on the medicine situation. She assured me that I can stay on the necessary drugs so I don't flip out or get triggered and end up insane. The Doctor just wants me to cut out ones that are not really necessary. I had given them a list of all the medicine's that I have prescriptions for. I don't actually take all of them everyday. Like the Ambien, that's an easy one that I can cut out, I hate it anyways and rarely take it. The new prescription from the hospital, I never even remember I have it when I need it. So anyway, I'm just going to do what I gotta do and get back to normal. Thanks for all the good wishes. I'm sure there will be other hard days ahead but I'll get through them. Tomorrow I should be able to catch a few naps during the Dexascan and the CT. I'm weird that way, If I'm laying down for a test I can usually lull myself to semi-sleep. It's not like they are going to let you pop up and down or go and get a drink of water.. And Honey has decided to go (I assured him that it was all very routine and boring and he didn't have to go) so if I have to wait in the waiting room to be called back, I sleep on him. And I have a Carl Hiaasen book I haven't read before.

In other news, Mom is on her way to pick me up to see The Producers tonight. And we spent part of the day at Macy's where they are having a great sale, but all the shoes I liked were in the wrong sizes. Why do we buy and buy clothes and shoes yet, wear the same things over and over?

Crazy...

Give me back my remote!

Babyfred, not happy that we took her beer and remote away from her while she was chillin'.

I have no idea what just happened

I'm not sure what the heck happened today, but it appears that I made the first cut for acceptance into the Transplant Center. I was asked a gazillion questions that I have answered a gazillion times to various hospital and doctors over the past few years. I was poked and prodded, inhale, exhale, swallow, hold your hands out palms up. Then the Dr started rattling off orders to his nurse, bloodwork to be done today at the hospital (20 vials, seriously I think I broke my old record) , CT's, MRI's, Doppler Ultrasounds...to start with (which are redundant, I've had most of them done in the last three months) . Once all those results are back , I will get a new and different battery of tests. Oh and I have to cut down on my current medications..except for one which should be increased. Huh? Cut my psych drugs down? My migraine meds? What about quality of life? You guys really want me to go crazy? Oh and while your asking your psychiatrist for a reduction in meds, ask him for a clearance letter to have a transplant.



My head is spinning from all this new information and how quickly they are ready to get going, though I'll probably be placed as inactive on the list depending on the test results of course. Then when it's time, A click of the mouse and my score will be entered and boom I'll be placed appropriately on the list by priority.

I'm not sure if any of this makes sense or not , in my head it doesn't. It's kinda like today was a fog, we were there for over 3 hours and had no wait time at all. Maybe tomorrow this will all seem clearer. Right now I'm suppose to take my nightime meds and I'm thinking do I take them or cut them in half or should I just wait until I see the Dr next? For now I'll take them cause withdrawel is a bitch and I'm some pretty high dosages. I just love when one Doc says here take all these and the other says No, lets get you off all this medicine. Fuck.

Coasting

Tomorrow is a big day for me, I've been awaiting the day for about two weeks now. I go to see a new specialist (actually a Specialized Center and a team of Dr's). My regular specialist that I see once a month or so has already spoke to them, actually before I even had the appointment set. Honey has taken the day off, Mom has declined to go. Her feelings are whatever choices that are to be made should be made by my husband and myself once we get the information and the treatment options. Wait, what? Mom your bailing? I've only been married year! You can't bail on motherly advice until I've been married like 50 years or something like that! Apparently she has decided it's my choice. And this is going to make it easier how? I think part of it is the fact that her and Honey have totally opposite opinions, me I just don't know. Seriously. So the past two weeks have been pins and needles for me. I'm scared, I'm excited, I'm freaking the fuck out. At least I've managed to stay out of the hospital this month, no ER trips. Thank God. The first time I wasn't really hooked to too much 24/7, just a few hours out of the day which meant I could wander the ward and escape my hellish roommate. The second time I was Iv'ed and heart monitored 24/7. For five days, but I had a private room and morphine so it could have been worse.

People always say you shouldn't live in the past or project too much into the future, just live each day as it comes. OK, that works when things are cool. But sometimes it seems like it's next to impossible. Sometimes you hear that you shouldn't pray for yourself, but I have been. Just for peace and my nerves to settle down. Other times I think I'm just making it all up and it really is nothing. Nothing at all wrong with me, I've been patched and medicated. I follow my Dr's advice, so it can't be getting worse. Everybody is just making a big deal out of nothing. We already know how I feel about being babysat by my husband, so I have been pulling myself out of bed when I really don't feel like it. I even welcome doing chores, they are mindless and keep me busy. OK, so now I know I'm losing it. I hate chores. Chores suck. I can't wait till we get the house finished enough to have someone come in and clean. Right now it's pretty much useless to do that with the way things are being moved around and partly finished. See how quickly I changed the subject? It's like I'm scared to blog about me being sick. Let alone mention what it is specifically, though maybe tomorrow when we know more. I just don't want to jinx anything. Silly huh?

I'm going to hit publish before I change my mind..

1st Anniversary Weekend

Yay! We made it one year! It will be three years that we have been together on September 11. Get this we have never had a fight. Sometimes when we are bored we sit around and try to start one, but we usually end up in fits of laughter. I'm glad I had to date a lot of frogs before I met Honey. I'm not letting go of him. And I really appreciate him now as to my my dating in my 20's.

New Tricks

Our Doberman, Zeus showed us his proficient skills at performing a Donkey Kick. It all started with him gnawing on the pad of his hind leg. After reminding him several times not to chew. We wrapped up the pad after applying neosporn to his paw. His reaction when he stood up was to hop on three legs. Which caused a fit of giggles from me. He heads towards Honey and suddenly he kicks his back leg up almost 6 feet. Honey almost got clocked. Now his back leg is shooting out and up about once a minute and it is the funniest thing I've seen in ages. Where's the damn camera when you need one? I'm just glad I was still on the floor out of harms way.

Honey looks at me and says "That boy think he a donkey!"

I Love Fairy Floss

Fairy Floss was the original name of what?

What? Stop looking at me!

1) I suck. I didn't get my husband anything for Father's Day. I know we don't have kids but we do have our four-legged babies, hence he bought me a Mother's Day present.

2) I'm an even bigger loser because I didn't know what the price of stamps were today. I now own 25 2 cent stamps. But I did mail back a month old Netflix, and an enevelop to my sister equally as old and past due. Sorry. The only thing that prompted me to get these in the mail with proper postage? I had to send my mail order prescriptions in.

3) I'm mean. Our 1st year anniversary is coming up, but I won't give my husband the ok for him to spend the kind of money he wants to spend on me. We are going out to dinner (thanks to a wedding giftcard for $100 to the Melting Pot), and we just made our plans for late summer vacation which will actually be on when our first date anniversary rolls around. Which in my mind means we are celebrating both events and no further money should be spent on them.

4) I'm stressed, which makes me withdraw. Too many unexpected medical bills the past month and no forseeable end to these appointments. Co-pays suck.Deductibles too and it's confusing. Oh and we have to drive to Orlando for these appts.

5) I'm sad. My yearly trip to Maryland to visit oldest sister looks like it's not going to happen. Due to health reasons and having to make the choice between one vacation with my husband or one trip to Maryland. Sorry Sis. Honey only takes one vacation a year and we have to use it or lose it.

6) I look like hell. My skin has broken out like I'm 14. Which means no make-up until it clears up and my hair is in a ponytail everyday to keep it off my face.

7) I have no brain function. None. Even watching TV seems to be hard. Attention span of a gnat. I was going to go to the library but then I'd just have to return them unread and with late fees.

Gold Lion

Gold Lion- Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Angie

Tori Amos Live Cover of Angie by The Rolling Stones

Let's Stick Together

Bryan Ferry (Roxy Music)

Mmmmm Doughnuts..

This past month I have become addicted to doughnuts. Particularly, Blueberry Fritters and Krispy Kreme chocolate frosted with angel cream (the white chalky filling) . Oh and Crullers, can't forget the Crullers.It's not really my fault, my husband was trying to entice me into eating. Being in and out of the hospital all last month kinda took my hunger away, plus the fact that I haven't been to the gym in a month. So at my 80 gazillion Dr's visit, I of course had to be weighed...I lost 4 freaking pounds..eating doughnuts..every day. Oh and did I mention the Ritter cookies they had in the vending machine at the hospital? Those I have also developed a craving for. My ass should be the size of Texas by now, but it's not. Weird..though I am not going to push this theory to the point that actually happens, somehow I have to wean off my sugar addiction slowly, so I bought fruit. I like fruit, it's still sugar but it isn't white refined sugar. And sugar free Popsicles, the old brain trick. Watch now that I go back to my regular vegetarian diet..I'll probably gain weight. And then, well I'll go back to eating doughnuts everyday. What what you do? I really see no other course of action.

My Fav's in this box:

Top row far right: Creme filled, Chocolate Covered

Second Row third one in: Powdered Jelly Filled

Botton Row: Cruller

HELP!!! I'm Trapped!

"Honey you are going to be late for work".

"No, I'm not. I'm staying home to take care of you".

"Why? Am I that sick?".

"Yes."

"Go to work, I'm fine".

"No, I'm going to make sure you are ok".

"Okay, but we got shit to do".

I had to go get blood work done, go the hospital to pick up my records from the last hospital stay (for my specialist in Orlando) a week or two ago, and go to both banks. Oh and did I mention that my attending Doc at the hospital gave me new meds that make you think you aren't sick, in fact you feel pretty damn cozy. It's a mixture of belladonna and barbituates. Hence, Honey staying home. Do not attempt to drive after one of those pills, hell do not even lean down at the waist to pick something up, you will fall over onto your ass. backwards.

11:30 done. Surf the net for awhile. Decide I don't like being babysat. I'M my sister's puter to death. Tell her I'm being babysat. My wings have been clipped. She is actually probably doing work and I'm bothering her. Decide to whine to Honey.

"I'm bored and feel cooped up".

"Do you want to go get your hair done?".

**WTF?? AH HA! He can drop me there and come back and get me later, I get it.***

"No!"

"Then what?"

"I want to go walk around The Avenues (shopping)"

"I didn't stay home to take you shopping!"

"Fine, then I'll just go by myself"

"I didn't stay home..."

"Whatever, maybe I'll just go shopping anyways or take a nap".

It was a nice nap.

The trick is moving your car quickly

Still on the hunt for a picture of a burning gas pump, I stumbled across this story, and I too made this little error. The key is to have a cashier who can hit the automatic shutoff switch quickly, and being able to move your own car quickly helps too. When I did this upon becoming confused which side the gas door was on, I didn't quite cut the corner as sharp as I should have. My mother sitting in the passenger side calmly said.."TTQ, would you like to move the car before we blow up too?" Damn she's good. The firemen thought it was a riot (as in funny ha ha). Me? I never ever ever wanted to drive again. To this day I still hate getting gas. However, I have yet to ever hit anything else that blows up since. Cars? yes. People? One or maybe 2? Bumpers, hell my computer doesn't hold enough memeory to save that file. Utility poles? None hard enough to knock all the way down..and the list goes on and on.. But I haven't had a speeding ticket since I was 16 and my second ever ticket was moving into this subdivision, where they let me go with "Wear your seatbelt" and pay a fine.


Woman pulled from burning car after driving into gas pump

Posted by Brie Zeltner June 01, 2007 16:00PM

Categories: Breaking News

A pair of construction workers rescued a woman from her burning car this afternoon after she drove into a gas pump at a station on Cedar Road, fire officials said.
Two construction workers saw the woman hit the pump about 1 p.m. at the Shell station at Cedar and South Green roads in South Euclid. They dragged her out of the car as it burst into flames. She was not seriously injured, officials said.
Firefighters from South Euclid and University Heights extinguished the car fire. The gas pump was knocked over.
Further details were unavailable this afternoon.

Story from Cleveland.com

Thank You for Coming See You in Hell.

I was going to write a sweet little blog entry about the time I blew up a gas pump and while looking for an example of a picture to add, I found this little gem. Oh how it makes me giggle maniacally when I read shit like this. Note, I wouldn't actually DO any of this stuff, I just find it amusing since I have a wild imagination

How To Turn The Work Life Of A Local 7-Eleven Employee Into A Living Hell

By the way the Blueberry Fritters kick ass at the 7-11! Once you go blue, apple will never cut it again.

Who parties With Lohan w/o Being An Attention whore

DJ Samantha Ronson does, she was driving the SUV carrying Lindsay Lohan passed out

Here's a clip of her work

I actually like her.

Kick 'em When They're Down

Prison-bound socialite Paris Hilton has been dropped by her record label after lacklustre sales of debut pop album "Paris" failed to impress music execs. The 26 year old, who is heading to jail next week for a 23-day stint after violating her probation following a 2006 drink-driving arrest, is said to be devastated over the decision.

Men Are Funny When They Do Laundry Part 2

One of my lurkers (and real life friend) sent me a link on folding clothes after reading my post about Honey hanging up my bra. I think this is the one he was referring to. Even if it's not, it's pretty funny.. watch the little pet on the side. This girl is kind enough to show us how to fold a bra.

Paris Hilton & Nicole Ritchie on Harpers Bazaar

We can hardly believe our eyes – scrawny tabloid queens and walking car social crashes Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie on the cover of US Harpers Bazaar with an equally scrawny pair of rat-faced dogs (quite apt, really). Obviously the powers that be at Bazaar have taken leave of their senses or else they are frigging desperate to snag some of the billions of tabloid readers who (for some reason) worship these two vacuous heirheads and NEVER seem to tire of them as covergirls. Their love lives in particular provide endless gossip mag fodder – mainly because these girls’ beds are revolving doors so there’s ALWAYS some new meat head boyfriend to write about. Or some sex tape. Or some eating disorder. Or some driving offence. Or some drug problem. Or some night club romp. The same roster of Paris and Nicole ‘issues’ week in week out. Enough. Already. Of course we expected better of Bazaar, the self appointed ‘bible of style', but then again with declining circulation, we're not surprised they're taking the tabloid approach. Our guess is that they’ve legitimized their decision because of the girl’s vast designer wardrobes. But a Balenciaga It-Bag does not maketh a high-fashion glossy covergirl. US Bazaar has been through a few editors in recent years and thus prone to periodic bouts of schizophrenia, so let’s hope this is just an identity crisis that will soon pass. Whatever the whys, we’re panning this cover and asking you to donate the cover price to the blind dog association. Leave these two more-money-than-sense trash bags where they belong – in tabloid hell.

By Nobody Cares Really

Ice Queen

Let's Face Facts I'm So Cold I have Ice in My Veins

The war has officially begun, the thermostat is now being turned up and down so much, I'm surprised it hasn't sprung off the wall like the clocks in cartoons explode. My veins are blue, my lips may soon follow. I've taken to sitting in my car with no a/c while the temperature reads 96. It feels good. I have socks on. I have freakin socks on and my toes are still cold. I have to bundle up to sit at my computer. So I creep over to the thermostat while Honey goes to the bathroom or to change his work clothes and knock it up a few degrees just enough to keep it from running. Click. Click. Click. I go in stealth mode back to my desk. Click. Click. Click. Dammit! He's just knocked it down again. Whir.... Hummmm...Click.....Hummmm. Great it's in overdrive. I retreat to the back patio to sit in the sun. Okay enough sun, I head to the bedroom and burrow under the comforter. The dogs are cold too, okay not really but they do feel good nestled up against me. My Beagle, Fletch is my hot water bottle, he loves to be cuddled and he imparts warmth. Win. Win. It's kinda sad when you have to take a scalding bath to get the chill out of your bones during the summer in Florida.

Men Are Funny When They Do laundry

Also known as E for Effort. Or Awww..He's so cute..

Yesterday while retrieving empty hangers from Honey's closet, I found my bra hung up. Like I would actually look there for a bra. This is done by a man who doesn't think T-shirts should be hung up, and when he does try to fold him, it's more of a wadding than a fold. I don't mind that he pitches in, I just can't be a party to it. Isn't it quicker to hang up a t-shirt rather than fold one? I think so. And don't even get me started on folding pillowcases..

And another thing turning the dishwasher or the washing machine on does NOT count as doing the laundry or dishes.

Obsessive Consumption

How this site slipped under the radar for shopping debt is beyond me..

It's called Obsessive Consumption..and it's worth a look, this chick (Kate Bingaman) makes being in debt seem like a game while achieving her goal to pay off her credit cards. Instead of asking for money she creates art out of purchases and bills and actually has shows and exhibitions.

and don't forget to "Love Your Money, Ya'll"

I love this commercial

Okay so maybe it was the morphine, but I kept seeing this commercial when I was in the hospital last week... It really touched me and gave me hope. I think Traveler's Insurance is my new hero of commercials, better than Super Bowl commercials. Lucky Rabbit's foot reattachment, will wonders never cease? I love the fact they are put back on dyed..

I can totally pull this off!

I just looked in the mirror after running some errands and it occured to me that I never tamed my hair after putting in my barrette. Which is common around the house, like little dogs with long bangs, I gotta see too. I try not to pull it into pony tails to avoid breakage. What you can't see in this picture, is my signature bow. Why? Because I made an attempt not to look like your pet dog.

So here is a pic of bow askew and what I look like doing errands.. While I was willing to poke fun at my own hair, I was not however so inclined to poke fun of the bags under my eyes. Heck if you spent almost two weeks in the hospital this month too, you would have bags too. I could have photoshopped the zit in between my eyes too

This picture doesn't really do my hair bow justice, but I guess that can be a good thing.

Blogger ate my insightful post

So..I'll tell you an inane fact of the day. I bought a Barbie Doll today. And I want to keep it for myself.

This is not a picture a picture of the doll, I just thought it was funny. So there you go.

Ain't That The Truth!

Stefan Sagmeister - "Everyone Always Thinks They Are Right"

Sagmeister Inc

Well, I guess that's all you CAN do. (No, No it is NOT all you can do!)

I think I'm missing something (like using the term live and let go, or some mantra along those lines) when hear I somebody say "Well that's all you can do" to an obviously lamenting or crying individual on the other end of the phone.There has to be something they CAN do. I mean seriously. Are you suppose to be like a piece of bubble gun chewed up and spat onto the busy streets of New York, because there is nothing you can do? So now you are a melting piece of gum on the sidewalk, maybe hitching a ride on some one's shoe sole until they scrape you off cursing on you having the audacity of being on their Manolo Blahniks in the first place? I don't know about you but I have heard God helps those who helps themselves, not those who lie back and watch the world go buy in a blur because it's moving so fast in front of you, without you. Sometimes you need to do something , you need to do something good, you need to crawl out from under the covers, you need to ask for help.

If someone says that the there is nothing you can do, doesn't that mean that that person is not willing to do anything else? What if this person was in charge of building a portion of the Egyptian Pyramids and they ran out of those huge bricks, would they say, there is nothing we can do? There are tons of things on a construction site that can be done..like cleaning up chipped pieces, measuring angles, smoothing cracks, and of course erecting the scaffolding to be high enough to add the new bricks once they came.

My nearest guess on this phrase is that it is said by people who see the glass half empty. And those who don't say "That's all You/We can do" still havehope and determination. Or maybe like me, just don't know when to stoptrying, trying anything, and are naive and self deceiving.

Examples of what can be done:

BULID YOUR OWN BATTLE HUMMER

OUT OF GUMBALLS

Arizona-based artist Heidi Heisse (2004) created a Hummer covered in gumballs.Well, it’s not really a Hummer, it’s just in the shape of a Hummer. The piece, entitled Sugar-Coated, is meant as a social commentary. The description on her website states:“This life-sized gum-ball covered HumVee comments on pop culture and reminds us of soldiers handing candy to children in far-flung countries at war with us.”Pretty deep stuff for gumballs, if you ask me.

Source Heidi Heiss Sugar Coated 2004 (Yay-More pictures after the jump!!!)

NEXT ITEM: The Gum Drop Box

I can't cipher numbers high enough to figure out how many of these gum drop boxes (haha, that's cute when writing it vs reading it.) New York City would need but I'm sure a few peolpe with GPS annd a good knowledge of creating GIS maps could get it done in a snap, oh wait..that would be a local government project, so realistically we would probably see the boxes in about 20 years.
Still the theory of keeping the gum off the sidealk is a good idea, but maybe we could just turn over a few middles school desks every block or so..those always worked well for my gum. And the class before and the class before that, and then well I'm not sure if they even made gum back that far ...

Introducing Envyrobubble.

It all began with a casual stroll, shopping downtown. We weren't trying to change the world, we were just two moms with a weakness for beautiful shoes. But then: splat! We stopped in our tracks only to discover the bottoms of our Manolo Blahniks covered in gooey gum.That got us thinking. Why were people throwing gum on the sidewalk? And why wasn't there a place to dispose of it in an environmentally responsible way?We did our homework and realized a public gum container would have to be designed specifically for gum, so we gave it a unique shape. It had to get attention and raise awareness of responsible gum disposal, so we covered it with a fun, eye-catching spiral design and made it scream bubble gum pink. Then we joined forces with a leading recycler to ensure that the gum collected became something useful: fertilizer.
I am just wowed by this simple yet handy contraption, why have I been using napkins, strips of magazines and newspaper, past due bills....

Source Envyrobubble (Boo, no more pictures after the jump)

Baby Shopping

It has come to my attention that maybe another animal would be welcomed into our home. I'm not sure who started it, but it was one of three people. Those people would be Me, Mom, or Honey. Everybody has a motive for the baby I think, so today I went baby shopping..for a kitten. On Saturday at Petco they do the adopt a cat thing. So of course I want to rescue a kitty and give it a new home. They didn't have much in the way of kittens and Honey wasn't with me, I basically fell in love with one fiesty little guy named Magic and two older cats that were there for donation only, they were a few years old and the owners gave them up, sad. They were large and pretty, one was outgoing ,the other shy and they stuck together like glue..but alas, we want a BABY kitty, so we can laugh at it, play with it, hold it..you get the picture we want to be there for the formative years. I think we are going to sleep on it for another week or so, introducing a new pet into the house is going to be full of drama with our spoiled pets. We all sleep in the same bed, we all hang out in the same room..and everybody has their own quirky personality. Attention whores the lot of us.

And how shall I amuse you today?

If only amusing my loyal blog readers was as easy as I find amusing myself. It doesn't take much to amuse me. Seriously. I can aimlessy surf away the hours or lose myself in photoshop playing with pictures that mostly nobody will ever see. I like to think that if I should have to join the workforce again, my skills are pretty current. Of course I don't use anything like what I did when I was working, but skills are skills, the next time around I want to do something that I enjoy, not something that I am good at. Well, actually a bit of both would be good. Or else I wouldn't make enough money for it to be worth it. I'm not saying I'm bored or that I'm going back to work, but it's nice to have options. I hate when you don't have any options. Today I have choices... some of you may know the rest of that phrase, so it's kinda like an inside joke ya know?

Anyway..Happy Friday. Honey got home early today and is napping, if I nap with him I will be up all night or out for the count till tomorrow at noon. So, since I can't clean with him sleeping and today is my normal shop for me day, but I don't feel like shopping (Accck..I really haven't recovered from the hospital, now have I?) I'll be surfing and posting aimlessly.

It's been awhile- so here is a goofy self-portrait..