Hey everyone. Have a good weekend? (I hope.)
I myself didn’t do much this weekend. (What’s new right….) I spend almost the entire day Saturday cleaning the house for SC’s family to come over for Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday. Oh and I dropped $170 at the store on food for that day alone. Fun times let me tell you.
Sunday I laid around and did as little as possible. Oh and then I took a nap.
Yesterday morning I had an appointment to get my tit checked out. Beings that its been 2 years and I was supposed to go for a follow up visit last year and didn’t, figured I’d better get it done. This is how yesterday went…..
Wake up at 5 am because I’m incapable of sleeping and Myles is incapable of not wanting to be fed at 5am promptly. As soon as I opened my eyes I felt a migraine coming on. I was sure it was all stress related. Work has been crazy busy, I wasn’t going to be at the office first thing Monday morning, I have to cook for approximately 16 people Thursday and I was worried about my lump…. Well let me re-phrase that last part. I wasn’t really worried, just wanted to get it over with.
I get up, get a shower and feel like absolute dog shit. Get myself together as much as possible and drive to the doctors office. Walk in and have the following conversation with the girl at the front desk.
FDG (Front desk girl): “Who are you here to see today?”
Me: “Nurse practitioner insert name here”
FDG: “Oh we just left you a message on your home machine, she isn’t going to be in today, she had to take her daughter to the emergency room this morning. Can you reschedule for tomorrow?”
Me: (Laughing because this kind of shit ALWAYS happens to me) “Um, can someone else see me today?”
FDG: “Well Dr. ___ can see you in between appointments shortly. He is a male doctor is that ok?”
Me: “That’s fine – I just don’t want to have to come back…. I already took a day off work.”
***Picture me sitting in the waiting room for what seems like forever***
I get called back and they go through the normal questions about why you are there yada yada yada. The nurse finishes up with her questions and takes my blood pressure and then proceeds to tell me to slip into the sexy paper shirt thing and to wait for the doctor, he will be right in.
I’m sitting there and I swear they turned up the A/C in that place. All of a sudden I started shivering and getting the goose bumps. Then I started laughing because at one point I seriously thought my nipples were going to bust through that damn napkin they had me wearing.
The doctor finally comes in, feels me up and tells me that he isn’t going to send me for another ultra sound because he didn’t think anything had changed with it. That was awesome news number one. Awesome news number two came when he gave me samples for a migraine medicine called Relpax. With in 20 minutes of taking that pill my migraine started going away and with in an hour it was completely gone. WOOO FUCKING HOOOOO.
The third news (which I’m still unsure how I feel about it) is he prescribed me Valium for my lack of sleeping through the night for an entire month now.
So I tell him what pharmacy I’m going to be using and he said he would fax the prescription over for me. I stop by the pharmacy on my way to work and they say it wasn’t in yet. Ok, no big deal….. (again, this always happens to me)
I get to work and I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck… call it a day at 3:30 but not before calling the pharmacy again to see if it was there yet. Again not there. I called the doctor’s office and they told me they sent it to the pharmacy so whatever….. I was to tired to really think about it.
I go home and start a fire in the fireplace and that’s pretty much all I remember. I passed the fuck out.
Woke up 3 different times during the night but was able to partially fall back asleep. Today is the first day in I can’t tell you how long that I actually feel good. YEA FOR ME!!!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
WOW!!!!!
So right now I don't have anything to really talk about, but did want to share with you all some pictures that I just took outside of work.
Talk about AWESOME!!!!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Why? Why? Why?
Why haven't I been able to sleep since this night? Holy fuck it's been almost a month since I've slept through the night. FUCK - No wonder I'm so tired all the time!!!
Why did a fucking possum have to run out in front of my car yesterday morning and proceed to explode when I ran it over?
Why haven't I fired CW yet? Cause really the bitch is plucking my last nerve.
Why do I hate my job so much lately? Oh, I know because I'm not appreciated in the least.
Why do I put off things like going to the doctor to get my boob checked out again?
Why do I just want to cry at least twice a day lately?
Why do I feel like the next time I am going to see my niece is when she is able to driver herself over to my house to see me on her own?
Why did I wear a skirt today when it's freezing fucking cold outside?
Why did I wear my leather coat when it's raining?
Why is it I have a million things that I want to do when I get home from work and when I actually do get home, I don't do even one of them?
I know that you are only dealt what you can handle... but I'm way past my fucking limit and shits still being thrown at me.
I've turned into the world's worst blogger and I can't seem to get that turned around. Not only haven't I posted but I haven't even read anyone's blogs..... oopsie. Sorry. I will catch up one of these days.
Sorry for the big old pitty party I'm throwing for myself..... oh fuck, no I'm not. It's my blog and I can bitch, cry and complain all I want. Pork gets away with it, so why can't I?
I put a new outfit on the Goose this morning and it did make me laugh. Hope you enjoy these pix as much as I do.
Why did a fucking possum have to run out in front of my car yesterday morning and proceed to explode when I ran it over?
Why haven't I fired CW yet? Cause really the bitch is plucking my last nerve.
Why do I hate my job so much lately? Oh, I know because I'm not appreciated in the least.
Why do I put off things like going to the doctor to get my boob checked out again?
Why do I just want to cry at least twice a day lately?
Why do I feel like the next time I am going to see my niece is when she is able to driver herself over to my house to see me on her own?
Why did I wear a skirt today when it's freezing fucking cold outside?
Why did I wear my leather coat when it's raining?
Why is it I have a million things that I want to do when I get home from work and when I actually do get home, I don't do even one of them?
I know that you are only dealt what you can handle... but I'm way past my fucking limit and shits still being thrown at me.
I've turned into the world's worst blogger and I can't seem to get that turned around. Not only haven't I posted but I haven't even read anyone's blogs..... oopsie. Sorry. I will catch up one of these days.
Sorry for the big old pitty party I'm throwing for myself..... oh fuck, no I'm not. It's my blog and I can bitch, cry and complain all I want. Pork gets away with it, so why can't I?
I put a new outfit on the Goose this morning and it did make me laugh. Hope you enjoy these pix as much as I do.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Weekend Shit
I'm coming off of one of the best weekends I've had in a loooooong time.
Thursday night I got home late as usual and was stressed out to the mother fucking max. I was so stressed out and over my limit that I cried. I DON'T CRY!!!!! I haven't cried for over a year (since Myles's accident). SC knew something was majorly wrong. He asked me if I wanted to get away for the weekend… My first reaction was
“Well, where are we going?”
SC: “Just answer the question.”
Me: “Well I need to know so that I can ask my parents to watch the dog, we just can’t pack up for the weekend and leave him here alone….”
SC: “Lets go to Charlestown Races and Slots”
Me: “OK”
So I called my mom and she said that she would be more than happy to watch Myles for me and asked if I was all right because I didn’t sound myself….
Beings that its been raining non fucking stop for weeks on end SC hasn’t worked much… (which isn’t as bad as it sounds… so far he still continues to receive a guaranteed 40 hours pay weekly….) This is what I said good bye to Friday morning when I was leaving for work.
So Saturday morning I wake up at 12:39 like I’ve been doing for the past oh I don’t know 3-4 weeks and toss and turn till about 5 and decide to get up. I then proceeded to fuck off on the computer on Face Book and playing Luxor for the next 4 hours. I eventually made it out to the recliner and watched TV for a few more hours before I saved up enough energy to shower and get ready to leave.
Things I have learned since going to a “casino” of sorts.
1.) I will never be addicted to gambling. I put $1 into one of the penny slot machines and cashed out when I was up to $23.58. I had enough and that took less than 5 minutes.
2.) Apparently even at 29, I don’t look like I’m at least 18. I got fucking carded to even walk into the place. YOU HAVE TO BE 18!!!!!
3.) I don’t think they people that we saw that evening ever left the place. They had their players cards and were sitting in the same exact spots for hours on end.
SC and I bet on one horse race while we were there… put a whole $2 on the “gray #5” horse to win. He lost by a fucking nose. Literally – it was a photo finish and lost by a nose. No big loss cause we would have only won like $2.35.
Our room was awesome. Had the balcony view of the track which worked out good until the fog rolled in. With in 5 minutes you couldn’t see the far side of the track. It was so bad the announcer guy couldn’t tell when the horses actually left the starting gate.
All in all we had a great time.
Yesterday despite the fact that the sun was shining for the first time in weeks, I decided to do nothing but watch TV and take a nap.
The end.
Thursday night I got home late as usual and was stressed out to the mother fucking max. I was so stressed out and over my limit that I cried. I DON'T CRY!!!!! I haven't cried for over a year (since Myles's accident). SC knew something was majorly wrong. He asked me if I wanted to get away for the weekend… My first reaction was
“Well, where are we going?”
SC: “Just answer the question.”
Me: “Well I need to know so that I can ask my parents to watch the dog, we just can’t pack up for the weekend and leave him here alone….”
SC: “Lets go to Charlestown Races and Slots”
Me: “OK”
So I called my mom and she said that she would be more than happy to watch Myles for me and asked if I was all right because I didn’t sound myself….
Beings that its been raining non fucking stop for weeks on end SC hasn’t worked much… (which isn’t as bad as it sounds… so far he still continues to receive a guaranteed 40 hours pay weekly….) This is what I said good bye to Friday morning when I was leaving for work.
So Saturday morning I wake up at 12:39 like I’ve been doing for the past oh I don’t know 3-4 weeks and toss and turn till about 5 and decide to get up. I then proceeded to fuck off on the computer on Face Book and playing Luxor for the next 4 hours. I eventually made it out to the recliner and watched TV for a few more hours before I saved up enough energy to shower and get ready to leave.
Things I have learned since going to a “casino” of sorts.
1.) I will never be addicted to gambling. I put $1 into one of the penny slot machines and cashed out when I was up to $23.58. I had enough and that took less than 5 minutes.
2.) Apparently even at 29, I don’t look like I’m at least 18. I got fucking carded to even walk into the place. YOU HAVE TO BE 18!!!!!
3.) I don’t think they people that we saw that evening ever left the place. They had their players cards and were sitting in the same exact spots for hours on end.
SC and I bet on one horse race while we were there… put a whole $2 on the “gray #5” horse to win. He lost by a fucking nose. Literally – it was a photo finish and lost by a nose. No big loss cause we would have only won like $2.35.
Our room was awesome. Had the balcony view of the track which worked out good until the fog rolled in. With in 5 minutes you couldn’t see the far side of the track. It was so bad the announcer guy couldn’t tell when the horses actually left the starting gate.
View from the balcony
Another view from the balcony
Us before we set off to win some money
Keep your hands to yourself.
Race viewed from the balcony
Nice fog.
Yesterday despite the fact that the sun was shining for the first time in weeks, I decided to do nothing but watch TV and take a nap.
The end.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Where do we find these people?
Today I had to go to our Corporate office for a meeting. The meeting was to start at 9am which meant that I had to leave my house at 7am to get there in time. Fun times. So I get there and chat with some of the people I know there before the meeting starts.
I walk into the conference room and pick a seat way in the back… In a meeting that contained no more than 12 people here are some of the things that I noticed and that kept me entertained until about 12:30 when the meeting ended.
I get back to work and SC leaves me the funniest voice mail EVER:
SC: “Hey honey, how is your day going?”
Long pause…. Didn’t know if he was waiting for me to reply or what….
SC: “Well I just wanted to tell you that it took me 3 trips out to the mailbox today to check to see if the mail was there for me to realize that there isn’t mail today. So now I’m sure all the neighbors think I’m a fucking idiot, but that’s ok. Have a good rest of the afternoon. See ya soon.”
Oh in other news, he told me that he busted a cap in a squirrels ass today and wounded another. Oh, and ran one over with his truck.
hat’s all for now. I’ve got about 7852616 e-mails I need to get working on before I attempt to leave at 5 this evening.
I walk into the conference room and pick a seat way in the back… In a meeting that contained no more than 12 people here are some of the things that I noticed and that kept me entertained until about 12:30 when the meeting ended.
1.) A woman with a mullet. When I say mullet – I mean full fledged mullet. Nothing but business in the front and party in the back for her.
2.) One woman had on red plaid pants that kinda looked like these:
Oh and did I mention that she had on a bright red sweater as well? WOW way to burn out my corneas first thing in the morning. Thank you very much. (No she didn't look like a Terrier, but this is the closest plaid I could find.
3.) Denim heels from approximately 1970 complete with an open toe and panty hose.
4.) A woman that is 62 years old (I know because she told me) with her tongue pierced.
These were the funniest sites I have ever seen. Sorry I didn’t get any pictures, the room was to small and I would have totally gotten caught if I attempted.
SC: “Hey honey, how is your day going?”
Long pause…. Didn’t know if he was waiting for me to reply or what….
SC: “Well I just wanted to tell you that it took me 3 trips out to the mailbox today to check to see if the mail was there for me to realize that there isn’t mail today. So now I’m sure all the neighbors think I’m a fucking idiot, but that’s ok. Have a good rest of the afternoon. See ya soon.”
Oh in other news, he told me that he busted a cap in a squirrels ass today and wounded another. Oh, and ran one over with his truck.
hat’s all for now. I’ve got about 7852616 e-mails I need to get working on before I attempt to leave at 5 this evening.
Monday, November 9, 2009
I'm just gonna throw it out there.....
I'm in an odd sort of mood today..... and was just thinking of something that made me laugh so I thought I would share it with you all.
I am completely incapable of knowing what side the breast side of a chicken is. I always always always think the opposite side of the bird is the boob side.
Here are some examples. (Yes there is more than one)
I cooked a yard bird in the rotisserie and took it out, started hacking it up and said to SC “Hmmm there doesn’t seem to be much meat on this thing…” He comes into the kitchen falls to the floor rolling in hysterics and tells me that there isn’t any white mean because I’ve got the breast side of the chicken down.
The second time the same exact turn of events happened. I mean the exact same fucking thing. I even looked at the stupid bird for like 10 minutes before I started cutting it and sure as shit, I was wrong again.
The third time happened yesterday. I wanted to cook a chicken in the oven…. I had to get SC up off the couch from watching football to come into the kitchen to tell me what side to put up.
I hope this makes you all laugh as much as I did just typing this crap out.
I am completely incapable of knowing what side the breast side of a chicken is. I always always always think the opposite side of the bird is the boob side.
Here are some examples. (Yes there is more than one)
I cooked a yard bird in the rotisserie and took it out, started hacking it up and said to SC “Hmmm there doesn’t seem to be much meat on this thing…” He comes into the kitchen falls to the floor rolling in hysterics and tells me that there isn’t any white mean because I’ve got the breast side of the chicken down.
The second time the same exact turn of events happened. I mean the exact same fucking thing. I even looked at the stupid bird for like 10 minutes before I started cutting it and sure as shit, I was wrong again.
The third time happened yesterday. I wanted to cook a chicken in the oven…. I had to get SC up off the couch from watching football to come into the kitchen to tell me what side to put up.
I hope this makes you all laugh as much as I did just typing this crap out.
Weekend dribble
Hey ya’ll. How is everyone today? Good I hope.
So Friday night was pretty uneventful….. Had to work late again…. Nothing new there. At least I was by myself so I feel like I actually accomplished something. Oh I did get to yell at CW Friday afternoon so that was exciting. She seriously is dumber than a box of fucking rocks. I may not have to do the dirty deed of firing her because if she keeps up her bullshit, our boss is going to throw the hammer down.
Saturday I was up at 5am. Not by choice mind you. See SC worked Saturday and felt the need to turn on every mother fucking light in the bathroom when he was trying to get ready for work…. I can’t bitch to much about it though, he did take Myles out for his morning shit so that worked out well. I spent most of the afternoon running errands, cleaning the house and doing laundry. Oh and I got to take a nap!!!
Saturday night SC and I met my parents for dinner. We get to the restaurant and it’s jammed packed…. SC looks at the seating chart thing and sees that my parents are already there and have a table…. The hostess comes from the back and says “Come with me please…. I was told to look for cowboy boots… the rest of your party is right this way.” I proceed to crack the fuck up and every single person waiting for a table is all of a sudden staring at SC’s and my boots. Good times.
Yesterday I got to sleep in for once… woke up 5 with a screaming headache, took some Motrin and laid back down and didn’t get back up until 9. It was fan-fucking-tastic. SC and I went to the barn and took the ponies out for a ride. I was so thankful it was warm out yesterday because I haven’t ridden them or even seen them for over a month now. It was a chore trying to get them to even walk… talk about lazy!!! Camio was so fucking huge I could barley get his cinch or flank cinch fastened on him. Barrel on legs. It’s ridiculous. I wish I had more time to ride his fat ass, but it just seems like there aren’t enough hours in the day.
So that about sums it up. Nothing exciting as usual…. Bet you all are glad I’m back to blogging so you can read this shit on a regular basis.
So Friday night was pretty uneventful….. Had to work late again…. Nothing new there. At least I was by myself so I feel like I actually accomplished something. Oh I did get to yell at CW Friday afternoon so that was exciting. She seriously is dumber than a box of fucking rocks. I may not have to do the dirty deed of firing her because if she keeps up her bullshit, our boss is going to throw the hammer down.
Saturday I was up at 5am. Not by choice mind you. See SC worked Saturday and felt the need to turn on every mother fucking light in the bathroom when he was trying to get ready for work…. I can’t bitch to much about it though, he did take Myles out for his morning shit so that worked out well. I spent most of the afternoon running errands, cleaning the house and doing laundry. Oh and I got to take a nap!!!
Saturday night SC and I met my parents for dinner. We get to the restaurant and it’s jammed packed…. SC looks at the seating chart thing and sees that my parents are already there and have a table…. The hostess comes from the back and says “Come with me please…. I was told to look for cowboy boots… the rest of your party is right this way.” I proceed to crack the fuck up and every single person waiting for a table is all of a sudden staring at SC’s and my boots. Good times.
Yesterday I got to sleep in for once… woke up 5 with a screaming headache, took some Motrin and laid back down and didn’t get back up until 9. It was fan-fucking-tastic. SC and I went to the barn and took the ponies out for a ride. I was so thankful it was warm out yesterday because I haven’t ridden them or even seen them for over a month now. It was a chore trying to get them to even walk… talk about lazy!!! Camio was so fucking huge I could barley get his cinch or flank cinch fastened on him. Barrel on legs. It’s ridiculous. I wish I had more time to ride his fat ass, but it just seems like there aren’t enough hours in the day.
Camio after his ride..... his gut shrunk up a little bit but holy fuck is it ever still huge!
(This is going to be Blondie's ride when she comes up to visit)
Newt after his ride crying like a little bitch cause his buddy is tied to the other side of the trailer.
So that about sums it up. Nothing exciting as usual…. Bet you all are glad I’m back to blogging so you can read this shit on a regular basis.
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