dandy knocked peachy out of the tree (monday pt #2)

hi all... this here is a continuation from the comments section of the below post. because this time rather than not being able to shut up... i may not be able to get goin if i talk too much in the box. so i'll just put it here once. how's that?


first... i want to thank y'all..again for comin by, and wishing us well today. the prayers seem to have helped... a lot. i mentioned to my daughter a while ago that y'all had been praying for her to have a good first day of school today. she got the sweetest little look on her face, and said "awww, your blog people are so caring." it was really sweet. and kinda nice to watch that teen angst get wiped clean off her face !!! :))
so yes, she did have a good day. she looks happier today than i have seen in a while. she looks ALIVE again. PLUS... i found out, hubby didn't wake her up this morning. SHE got herself up !!! for like the third time in her whole life ! WOO HOO!!!

ok... second.... y'all know i took her to school, came home, gathered my crap, and headed out to DALLAS VA Hospital . my MOST favorite place. you know i'm a liah !
well... surprisingly..... aside from the hellish DFW morning rush hour traffic, the drive went fairly well. i experienced quite a bit of anxiety though, but i did not get lost, and this time barely had to refer to my map except for a couple of turns.
sooooo. i arrive at the hospital. already anticipating HELL DAY. no parking, shitty doctors, neglect, i ran the whole day through my mind before i drove into the lot... and it wasn't a pretty sight. (hence the high anxiety).
well... get this: i found a parking spot almost immediately !!! there was a car backing out of it, a car in front of me, then me. i just knew the car in front of me was going to park there. i went as far as to call them an asshole ! then the one car drives off... and they did too ! and i slid right into that parking spot that wasn't two hundred miles from the door. (or 45 minutes in a valet line).
what a start !!!!
ok, so then... i walk in..of course. and i go to EKG. i expect a long wait, and a big hassle. guess what? didn't happen. there were two guys in front of me, and one gettin worked on...... and it was all over with in maybe half an hour.
my next stop... oh, it was about 11:00 by now. i had left the house around 930 ish).
so, i go to X-RAY... for a chest x-ray. and guess what? in and out of there in less than thirty minutes TOO !!!! God was smilin on me !!!
then, i went to get my labs done. OMG. i almost fell over when i saw that place. there was literally , i'm guessing , but it has to be close, 100 people there, waiting for labs. ok... wait, that's really a lot of people. lets say 60. i obviously didn't count them, but there was a daamn LOT of them. some sitting, some standing...and they even had one wall lined with wheelchairs (with people in them) with signs that said "wheelchair parking". the place was freakin packed.
so anyhow. i woulda been happy to leave at that time. but i couldn't . so i get in line...maybe ten people in front of me. another guess. i had time to count them... just didn't want to. but i did have one guy in front of me... a older guy wearing a black leather biker jacket and one of those "scarf" things on his head. and the guy behind me , oh lordy. he looked like somethin that crawled out of a new mexico gutter. (no offense to new mexico peeps... hubby was born and raised there, and i lived there too.... just a reference peeps)... so anyhow... he was wearing a leather hat, he was all snaggly toothed, i could barely understand what he was saying... except the "MAAM! MAAM! part. gawd. he kept trying to talk to me. MAAM! MAAM! geesh. i tried and tried to ignore him , but i just can't be THAT rude. then the dude in front of me starts talkin to me too! i'm literally trapped between two men that i would probably run from on the street , and they're talkin to me like they have known me forever. i all but ignored them...but they wouldn't shut up !!! MAAM! ugh!
but.... again GOD smiled on me...... even though i should have been there for about three hours by the looks of it... i got to the front to turn in my slip etc.. and i told the girl... "i have to pee... if i pee now, i won't be able to pee later"... so she got me all signed in, gave me a cup to pee in, (to take in the bathroom of course :)) .. and said they would call me. so i went in the back to do the cup thing... and know what happened? i open the bathroom door..and there's a dude takin a pee !!! in scrubs ! he worked there. you would think he might KNOW to lock the damn door??? well, needless to say, i slipped out with an apology, and went to the other bathroom .
and NO i didn;t see anything! thank God!
ok... so i then go back out to wait. for what i thought would be an eternity. i sat for maybe five minutes, and then thought... i sure do want a cigarette! so i went and smked one (outside). i came back, sat down.. and maybe five minutes later... they called my name ! the girl said she was gonna send me to the (something inaudible) lab across the hall, that it would be faster. well, holy shit, i'll take it ! i go over there, there's ONE person sittin waiting. ONE. i got my blood drawn , in and out (of that section) in like five minutes! i was sooo happy i went and smoked another cigarette !
THEN... i went to check in for my actual DR. appointment. the check in line seemed to take quite a while, but once i got thru there, i may have waited like 30-40 more minutes to be seen by the doc. (somewhere in there were vitals etc).
so, i get in to see the dr. i had never seen him before. so i didn't know what to expect. y'all know i was expecting a worthless ass hat though don't ya?
well, he wasn't bad. coulda been better. but, he was pretty thorough. except for the fact that this is like the umpteenth dr i have seen in the last six months and he did not touch my back !!!
but oh well. maybe they don't need to touch it. anyhow, he was a very serious man. not very old either. maybe my age..not 40 but 50 . just somewhere in there. but the guy didn't smile once, he didnt get off topic once, he just asked questions, got answers, wrote prescriptions, gave orders, and i left. or maybe i was told to leave. hmmm. he was actually kind of intimidating. not a big guy. just way too serious.
bUT.. the good part??? he actually gave me real pain meds. just T3..(tylenol w/codeine) but hell, it beats tearing my stomach up with bottles of aspirin.
he also refilled my hydrortisone..for the addisons. PHEW! i was almost out, and had already cut the dose from 30 mg a day down to 10 at this point! now i have enough to get back on a therapeutic doasage again, and i just might get some energy back. or "roid rage". hmmm.
and...he set me up with an endocrinologist. FINALLY. i have been trying to get with a endo doc since i got back to texas. i couldnt get in any sooner than... shit now i dont remember...but it was gonna be months, and months i didnt have to go without meds. so now i'm good.

he also gave me migraine meds. would you believe the vA stopped using Imitrex...at all? not just the shots...the whole shebang. that really sucks. i use the shots, cuz they work fast and i don't puke it up...obviously. but now i have a new one. a pill. don't remember the name right now. but at least i got it.

and..he also gave me a brand new TENS unit for my back. the one i have is like ten years old, and almost useless. now i have a new one. (it sucked having to pick it up, i'll get to that part in a few)

ok... that was about it with this guy....except, he needed a cortisone level....which meant i had to go BACK to the lab. ugh man. i just new it would take forever. i went over there...only like one or two people in line in front of me... i get up there...and she sent me right back !!!! woo hoo !!!
they drew one more vial of blood, and that was it...and guess what the lady who took my blood talked to me about? just guess... FOOD ! that's right... FOOD. good ole southern stuff..pork chops, cabbage... some other stuff i dont remember... but i had to laugh, and tell her how much i love to talk about FOOD!

oh ya.. then i had to go to the pharmacy and check in ... to "drop off" a computerized prescription. now tell me that isn't a waste of EVERYONES time. it's in the damn computer.. FILL it ! noooo... this by the way, is where it all went downhill... fast. 15 minutes in line... to show my ID card. that's it. that, and WAIT... FOREVER. but, at least i had somethin else to do while i was waiting.

first, i went to get my "travel pay". the last few times i have gone out there, they gave me 11.00 and some change for gas. so, i go stand in line... and listen to some old guy yack my freakin ear OFF , telling jokes. JOKES? i didn't think people really even did that anymore. but the guy thought he was a real comedian. joke after joke. political, mostly, like hillary , billary, bush, etc. ugh. i tried to ignore him, but it only made him get closer to me....to make sure i was listening. :((
so anyhow... finally i get away from him...and go to the other window, to pick up what i think is gonna be 11 and some change... know what i got? a buck. one dollah ! and some change. i said, i thought it was 11??? he said not for todays. hmmm ok. i said, if i woulda known that, i wouldn't have wasted my time. but hell, i'll take a buck. so i got a coke, and had a cigarette. again.

then... i had to go to prosthetics. or so i thought. but that is where i went. to get the TENS unit. well, of course i found out i was in the wrong place and had to go to physical therapy to get it. so i go over there .

now, you gotta realize.. this is dallas texas va hospital. it is not a small hospital. people come here from oklahoma, and freakin, everywhere. i am exhausted and i wanna go home. but, i gotta get the tens unit, and meds. sooo, i go to PT. i tell the guy the dr ordered a tens i just need to pick it up. i really thought, for the way the rest of the day had gone...i'd go in, get it, go out, get my meds and be done.

did it go that way? nope.
i ended up sittin there for , no shit, two hours! to be "trained" how to use a machine that i have used for the last ten years !! the leads are the same, the conrols are the same. it's the same damn thing. but i had to be "trained on how to operate it". OMG. when i saw it i was pissed. if it woulda beeen some new complicated modern thing, i'd be ok, this is ok. but nooo. 2 hours of my life.. GONE. dumbasses. but, i got it, no training required by the way. once i told THIS one that i had one, she gave it to me and i was out. it was some other dumb ass who thought i had to be qualified to run a TENS. like a pilot or some shit. geesh.

ok... that took a lot of effort to not just leave without it. but i managed.
THEN, i had to go back to pharmacy to pick up my meds. this would be my FINAL stop of the day. i was ready for a hoveround. i could barely walk. i wanted to bE home. i didnt want to face traffic in dallas. or drive. none of it, i wanted to just open my eyes and BE home.
but noo.... i STOOD in line for over ... OVER.. half an hour..... just to hand over my ID card to some ass wipe. who then told me to go WAIT. OMG. my name was on the board, which meant the meds were ready. but i (along with all the other tired, sore, pissed off, sick ass people) had to stand there all that time just to let them know that i was physically there to pick up my rx. so, i complied...and i sat, and i sat, and i sat... for another half hour. they FINALLY called my name. actually they spelled my name. my last name is not a hard name to spell. my maiden name was much more difficult. yet it seems 8 out of ten people cannot spell or pronounce my last name.
but anyhow. i got my shit, and i got the hell out of there.

i NEVER want to go back...but y'all know i will. i have to go back to see the endo doc... i just dont know when yet.

so// i drag my ass out to the car... in 110 degrees...nothing to drink...dying of thirst....but all i wanted was to BE home. and somehow, i managed to make it alllllll the way home, in some bad afternoon dallas traffic...without looking at my directions even one time!!!!

i got home at like almost five pm. hubby cooked dinner. it was good. salmon and curry chicken. rice pilaf, and peas. good stuff.

there. i am sooo done. i may cruise a bit, but my fingers are fat and lazy. i will ltalk to yall tomorrow.

PS... i get to go to yet another doc tomorrow, but at least it is close to home... for the liver cat scan. i'm sure i wont have results for a while. but when i do, i shall let yall know.

peachy and dandy were sittin in a tree....

( good morning at my house)

hey girl, what's up? i need a towellllll"
mornin hunny, how ya doin? "oh, just peachy"
and you? just dandy"

(this is a 4.10 pound bass hubby caught yesterday while i was napping
it is also just about how i feel right now)

ahhhh....

today is the first day back to school... the music is blasting out of the childs room... it is freakin 618 in the morning. this is the way i will spend the next 9 months of my mornings. (and this was an easy one, since hubby woke her up, and not me!)

all summer long..and when i'm used to school hours / mornings... i have some time to myself to smoke and choke, most of the time in TOTAL silence, as she sleeps, and hubby either gets ready for work, or sleeps later than me. those days are gone.

now come the early morning arguments... the i can't find my... the i lost my homework, the i don't have clean pants..... i need a lunch check (all at the last minute) but the music....my gawd... the music.... i can't handle it.

well... i will get to my comment responses later on. and will try to cruise a bit before school time. but for now... i have to play mom... make sure the kid has lunch money...clothes, etc etc etc.
then i will need to ready myself for yet another trip to hell east... ummm.. dallas VA hospital. OMG.

what a monday.
hope y'all have some good ones.

i shall try to post a "first day of school photo" as most have done already. but of course that will depend on moods, time, and the fact that i can't remember , at this time, where i put my new camera batteries.

ok, i'm back.. sunday..part two

*sigh*
yep... i feel THAT good.
1230 and i'm already outta gas. but what else is new , right?

anyhow. i was just sittin here taking a break from phase one of kitchen hell duty.... (makes me think of Hells kitchen.... :)) hey.. my kitchen IS hells kitchen!

anywaaaaays... takin a break from the loading the dishwasher, counter tops, trash, etc..... then ran out of hot water... awwww... such a pity. so, that was my calling for a break. so i am now in my room, the only quiet place in the house. my cave. my hide out. i checked a couple emails, and comments etc, and i was just about to go head for phase two of kitchen hell duty... when hubby said he had just started the dishwasher. ahhhh sweet relief. that part , in my mind was to be phase three... after the hand washing of the pans and other large cookware etc. but i was spared... for a while. so... here i am.

so anyhow, i just figured what better time than the present, to tell my mall hell story. and that is what i am going to do. at least as well as my senile will allow. afterall, this happened, what?.. on friday? yes, friday.
okay... let's go to the mall, shall we...
friday afternoon....

step one... i was already wiped out... (reference to Fridays post... the one that refers to me being exhausted, yet having to go to the mall... under duress) ...

step two.... daughter (13) and i... finally get into the car to head out to the mall for school shopping... phase two i think. it was to be for shoes... and perhaps supplies as well. yes i believe so. BUT.... does anything ever go the way i want , or worse "expect" it to go???? oh hell no. especially when it comes to shopping. for anything. much less... with, or for my child.

ok... anyhow... step two... we get into the car... that would seem like a rather simple task, wouldn't ya think??? really , for anyone... getting into the car, E-Z. right? oh noooo. actually, we did get in the car, even started it... but then:

i say... do you have your school supply list?

she says: uh, no.

I say: umm well, don't you think you should go get it???

*GRUMBLE GRUMBLE*

turn off the car.. in 110 degrees, wait for the kid to fumble with the door key..yes 13 still has a hard time with keys and doorknobs....five minutes later, as i am having a heat stroke in the car... she returns, list in hand.
woo hoo! right?
noooooo.....

i start the car... again. get the air on..of course... first thing she does...(no surprise, but still...i'm hot, i'm tired, i want a damned nap, not a trip to the fuckin mall!)...she takes out my bob seger cd...and puts in some shit of hers that i hate. i tell her OH NO... not today! so it just gets worse from there.... (no quotes here... but it's baaaaad...i just don't remember it all)... but i didn't get three blocks down the street before i turned around, flames shooting from my eyes, and worse shooting from my mouth!.... i tell her
i am not takin that shit from you TODAY! we will go home right now!
she gets all panicky...which makes her screeching angst even worse! nooooooo please blah blah blah... so of course i give in... with the threat of.... you raise your voice once, or piss me off in ANY way, and we WILL come home immediately. she promises to behave.

i shoulda KNOWN better. i've heard it a million times. but we continued on to the mall.
(listening to her music. :((((((((((((((((((((((( i am such a wuss! a sucker? a pushover???

anyhow, it's not that far to the mall.. 15 minutes? maybe. we get there... barely speaking to each other. which sometimes isn't that uncommon...but sometimes in the car is the only time we talk. this time..lotsa tension. i just knew it was only gonna get worse, and i really wish i woulda followed my instincts and talked her dad into going. instead of me. but nooooooo.

ok... fast forward a bit. we do "ok" for a while. til she doesnt get her way. which was when i realized i had a pair of sunglasses...the brightons, not the batman ones...that i was gonna drop off for repair... but left them in the car. so i had to go get em. so she decides to have a damned baby fit about goin back to the car. i told her to sit in a chair by the coffee shop and wait .. she didnt wanna do that either. OMG..all she did was
GRUMBLE GRUMBLE GRUMBLE
(forgetting, we were there for HER... to spend money on HER... i did NOT want to be there... it was for HER..yet she wanted to be disrespectful. (for lack of a "safer" term.)

soooo we are walking back to the car and i notice her button up shirt is inside out. is it a trend? a fashion statement? or was it a fashion disaster??? well, apparently she dressed in the dark...or in a hurry, cuz she was mortified...and took it out on me. shit , I didn't put it on her... why get pissed at ME??she had a t-shirt under it..if it were me, i would simply find a corner and switch it around....but noooo, she had to act like it was a massive medical emergency or something.
so, we get to the car, and it takes her ten minutes...in 110 degree heat... to turn her freakin shirt around!!!!!!!! UGH. by now i could faint... or punch someone... not so much her... just anyone.

ok, so we manage to make it back inside. after waving off two cars who thought we were leaving and wanted my parking spot. :((

we go to the sunglass place. which a big ass hassle. and i know it will be a bigger hassle later and i will end up arguing with someone..or telling them to keep the glasses and shove em, when they try to charge me for replacing the arms, when they only needed screws. i shoulda just fixed em myself. will i ever learn?

ok so we leave there. glasses to be sent off. will let ya know how that goes in 4-6 weeks...lovely. but oh well, not like i need em now anyhow. just thought i would give em to the kid... having second thoughts now tho, after all of THIS.

anyhow... i'll skip the few snaps and bites in between at the shoe store, and hot topic... and fast forward to where it allllll came to a boiling head:

i was flat out exhausted by then. hell i was exhausted for hours before then. imagine that moment. well... we had to walk thru the food court to get to the car. so guess what? oh yes. the kid wants chick fil a. what do i want? i want a damn cigarette, and i want to be away from all the damn people and noise, and i want to be in my car, and i want to get the school supplies...and i want to BE home!!!!! THAT is what I wanted. so i say....
let's just leave and go to the one by target by the house.....
nooo i want to eat here, i'm tired i wanna sit down, i i i i i i i i ...whaaaaaaaa.
what do i do? i attempt to convince her that a few minutes wont kill her, my back hurts i'm tired, lets go get it down the road etc.... but noooooo. she must have it at the mall. right now. right here.
ok, fine. i don't have the energy to argue. get the damn food , eat and let's get the hell outta here, so i can SMOKE!
so..we order her food, but i did not want chicken! so we get her food, get her at a table, and i go to a different little place..for a sandwich. they took forever..to make a freakin sandwich. a 6.00 sandwich that i really didnt even want. i wanted a cigarette! so, i'm there waiting...and every couple minutes i look over to check on the girl. the first couple times, she's just sittin there, eating her chick fil a...doin fine. UNTIL...DUM DUM DUM.....

i look over like the third time... and there is a boy sittin there with her! a boy i had never seen before! an older boy! i'm like... OH HELL NO! so i go over there. not all stormin over like a crazy lady or anything...i just walked over... i looked at her face first... trying desperately to "read" it. then i look at him. he actually wasn't a bad lookin kid, just older. soooo.... i ask her

"someone you know?"
"umm, no"
so i say to him...
"how old are you"
he says.... "16"
i say...
"she's not"
he says
"she's not??????"
i say
"no...so you can leave."
he says..."i can leave?
i say yes please."
so he gets up, and walks away.

and OMG. WW3 erupted at our little table.

well, 1st i had to go pick up my food..i came back, sat down... and here's how it went...

FIRST... I apologized! i did not have to... i coulda just gone off on her and been a total ass. but i KNEW i had embarrassed her. so I apologized. then i went on to explain why i did what i did.

and just as i had thought... i "read" her expression wrong. it wasn't save me... it was... okaaay this is weird.

but she could not understand any of it from my side. and woul;dn't ya know... guess when her dad decides to call? RIGHT THEN. and by this time she decided also, that she wanted to leave...and not eat her fuckin food that she just HAD to have...RIGHT THEN.

it was a total freakin mess. so of course dad got frustrated, trying to explain he woulda done the same damn thing i did... and why.... and for her to apologize to ME...and to straighten her ass up...
well...she STILL could only view it at a thirteen year olds' perspective. and dad doesnt handle that well. so he got pissed, and hung up on her. then she ended up crying. then the food ended up in the can... the school suppplies got nixed (for that day..which only upset her more)... we didn't speak at all til we got home...and that was only when we parked in the driveway...
she said
I'm sorry mom.
i said
i know.
and that was that.


you know you wanna be me

ok, before i get this party started ....

i reckon i could throw a new post on here. i know i been slackin a bit.

so , what do y'all want to hear about first? perhaps i could start at the end... since that is where my poor memory is the freshest.

ok...

UFC... we watched that on pay per view last night. it was most awesome , again. as always. well, almost always. but every fight was a good one. everyone i wanted to win, did. and there was blood... lots and lots of blood. eeeewwweee. but cool. i have never seen anyone with a broken nose before...and i don't imagine i want to again. it hurt me to watch.
so anyhow, by watching the fight, it meant a late night for me, which meant i slept late too. after 7. but i didnt get to sleep til after 1:30 a.m so it wasn't really a huge difference.

ok, next... before that... we watched a blockbuster movie, called "the lookout"... i had never heard of it before. it was one of those...well crap, they don't have anything, but this might be ok, type picks. we've had it here for days, but hadn't watched it, but finally gave in and watched it last night. we were both surprised at how good it actually was. we expected it to be barely watchable. it was a good story. (recommended).

ok.... before that... ummmm... oh dinner... i made a meatloaf cuz i was just exhausted all day yesterday... the heat and fishing kicked my ass, and i just had like zero energy the rest of the day. so i just threw a chunk of meat in the oven and called it meat loaf. canned green beans, and bagged "salad"...with nothing added, no tomatoes or nuthin. no chef rachel ray last night. lazy lay was way more like it. but it was good.

not much before that other than layin in my bed, no sleeping, just bein lazy, wanting to sleep, but not able to for some reason...and a bath before that, and fishin before that... (and that was my saturday...backwards!)

OH... plus... between the movie and the fight... hubby, thank God, took the kid to the store for her school supplies.. so luckily i do not have to endure another shopping excursion!

TODAY, however, i DO have to face a kitchen that i would literally pay someone 100 dollars to clean for me. but i don't know who to offer it to, so i reckon i am on my own. it is a disaster area. i can't bare to think about it, much less get in there and do it...but do it, i must.

anyhow... i was gonna post the mall hell story... but i just don't have the time right now... i need to clean before i cant muster the mental strength, at least right now i think i can get it together enough to at least get started on it. so.... i shall share that little shit... i mean BIT latah. :))

enjoy your sunday peeps... and please...everybody be careful today!!!!

SEE What Happens ......

When A Gal Gets Cool New Shades????

THIS HAPPENS !!!

Friday post 1201... You Won't Believe Yor Eyes !

hi y'all.. well, actually, i'm not sure who i'm talkin to right now, because it seems that everyone in all of blogland is out partyin again... well, except me and josie. but that's alright. it used to be thursdays that i complained were my slow days for peeps to stop by, now i notice that it has become friday nights. hmmm. guess i'll have to find something else to do to entertain myself while y'all do whatever it is you do.

so, anyhow... i'm tired, and i am sorry for being slow gettin to the point here... but anyhow, hubby and i got a wild hair this evening and decided to go fishing. i am quite positive that that does not surprise you n the least, but the thing was that we were both already so thoroughly exhausted and crabby that i'm surprised we could even sit upright, much less go fishing. but we did anyways. mind over matter i guess. he even died my .. our.. daughters hair before we went...after working and standing on his feet all day long. geesh. and i was exhausted from all the crap i did, runnin all over town, and enduring the mall hell. which i still haven't even really explained all of. i will get to it tho. maybe tomorrow. so anyways. yep. we both had busy, bitchy, tiring days.. weeks if ya wanna get technical. but we caved. it's been a few days since we fished, so we just had to. had to. so, off we went.

by the time we got there we only had like fifteen minutes of daylight left... and were immediately attacked by mobs of mosquitoes. and we both forgot to wear hats... which oftentimes keeps bugs out of your eyes... but not tonight..cuz we didn't have hats. it was really not a very fun fishing trip. we didn't take the boat, we just went to the pond. i have been having great luck over there lately.. well til the lawnmower man incident... and haven't been back since. so now here we were there at night, and couldn't see shit. (have i mentioned i despise bass fishing in the dark? well i do ) so anyhow, we did the best we could. hubby actually would have done pretty good, but the vision problem probably had a lot to do with why he missed so many fish. at least four ? it's just so hard whenya cant see the line or rod tip. then i missed one, felt like a good one.. but i just could not see anything. by the time it "felt" like i had him , and i went to set the hook... the damn line came flyin outta the pond. no fish this time tho. darn it. but.... here comes the kicker...
ther i was... trying to be patient, trying not be angry at the bugs, and the dark, and the lack of confidence in my night fishing abilities... i'm reeling in my line... i have a favorite bait of mine on , one that i have much luck with around here... i slow down, take my time, try to convince myself, it's all in the confidence level... etc etc... self talk, and hubbys advice fill my head, as i reel my line in. then all of the sudden, i feel a small tap on my line. i think hmmm. bas? perch?? snag??? wth/? i didn't feel it again, so i reel again. it feels a little heavier, but it isn't really fighting, not feeling like a fish. i think, hmmm, do i have a big clump of moss on here? what is on there? cuz of course.. it's dark, and yep. i can't freakin see!... so i quit tryin to stay slow and just brought the damn thing in... do you know what was on my line? do you have any clue what insane creature decided to attempt to eat a five inch worm??/ well, here.. let me help you... i will tell ya this much.. it was yet another first for me.. maybe even a last. i've never even heard of such a thing happening... take a look at this photo...

that is a five inch rubber worm, texas rigged, with a glass bead.
and what is it that was hungry enough to choose it for dinner? a freakin muscle. or clam. or oyster, or whatever different people call them things. but i have never in my life seen such a thing bite on a rubber worm, much less caught one. i must say it was quite an experience tho. maybe even a fish story of sorts. "i caught one this big!" . hubby had to pry his mouth open to get to hook out! geesh

oh well. i feel about like like a shell fish right about now. or a sloth. or a snail, or some other slow moving never wanting to move something.

CHECK OUT THESE PIX (post # 1200 for friday)

this truck is sooo freakin awesome ! it is a one of a kind original. the plate reads bass on! (which has been trademarked btw) and the truck has been named "Sir Bass A Lot"
it is just the coolest shit EVER! i wish i had one, i wish i would have thought of tHIS. how cool is this??? i know, y'all don't care. but i do.
ok.. next...

below, are the polarized sunglasses i got today.. a gift from my wonderful hubby....
they are called SOLAR BAT
therefore.... i really am BATMAN !!!!

(mine are mossback btw)

nope, not a fish, not food, well at least not for US...

ok, picture it, there i am, early in the morning, like 530 a.m. sittin here on the computer k? see it? one light on, so pretty dim in the house. i see my cats, both of them, very interested in "something"... they continually play with it for like a half hour, maybe longer. to me, in the dim light, and with their shadows above "it"... i am thinking, perhaps it's a string. (this "thing" that is perhaps 1" long. or so. maybe 2 inches. so, i am too lazy to get up and investigate... but i keep looking at them, and try to focus my blind eyes on this "thing they are playing with so intently. finally, my curiosity gets the better of me, and i get up off my lard ass, and go see what "it" is. wanna know?? a baby gecko !!! a little tiny pink baby gecko. not only inside my house, who has sadly become a plaything for my cats... but he is also, dead. would my laziness have prevented his most untimely demise, had i got off my arse to investigate earlier? i will never know. but i did give him a decent burial into the trash can, away from any further torture from my evil kitty cats.

i attempted some photos, but there was too much reflection for a good picture. this is the only one that i could somewhat alter enough of the light out of to view. goodbye sweet gecko baby.

humpday pt 2...

well, all that freakin work for nuthin. i'm sittin here now with a headache, from payin bills and messin with the budget etc... in order to prepare for the shopping hell for food, and school stuff. but... i finally get the kid out of bed, and guess what... she doesn't wanna go shopping!!! MY kid??? WTF!!! fine. first she says she doesn't want to go anywhere... but it's been planned... but also, she then, asks me to go get her chick-fil-a!??? NOT! also she wants a friend to come over today... maybe also NOT. ya know, it takes me hours, or even days sometimes to prepare myself to go shopping. sometimes to go anywhere at all. (except fishing :)) and now she decides at the last second..literally , that she wants to wait til friday to shop. well FINE. i'll just wait til friday to get food in the house too. that's just rude. dontcha think?
what i oughtta do is go out and buy myself a nice fat lunch, and leave her here with fruit loops!! but, i'm just not that cruel. dammit. i am however gonna cancel my day.
henceforth ... today is canceled in soul land. i am gonna eat something.. find something for the kid to eat... and i just might take a freakin nap. why am i so damn tired lately anyhow? all the time i'm tired. i hate bein tired forever!

happy happy humpday ! or harvey wallbanger day for those who drink .. CHEERS

i have a lot of comments to respond to, but i am in the middle of a bill paying frenzy... crossing my fingers that we will have enough left over to at least enjoy a little of what life has to offer over the next two weeks. wish me luck. i know that i already have to go dump a hundred bucks on school stuff, and another 100 to the gastro doc... no today is not a dr day... but they want their damned money before the colonoscopy. it's bad enough to pay a dr. but sooo much worse to pay one for something you have NO desire to even have done to you. oooohhhh scary. my biggest fear this time... waking up with a mile long camera stuck in my rear. OMG. he better drug me up good..or i will pre drug my own self before i go!!! ugh. that made my eye twitch!!!

doesn't look like i will be fishing today.. gotta go school shop..think i said that. y'all KNOW i'd rather go fishin! but oh well.. phase two of school stuff. then friday will be shoe day. oh i'm so fuckin thrilled. not.

ummm... what else? ummm well, perhaps i could fish tonight with hubby... but he's been kinda grumpy lately so i don't know. will surely tell you if we go tho. i know you love my fish!

hmmm.... i guess i will cruise blogland real quick and check up on my peeps... then i need to do all my other crap.. it is also grocery day... we are so mother hubbard here. y'all say prayers that i don't drop dead or beat someone up during my stinkin mall and wally hell excursions. i would almost rather die than go to either, but both in ONE day???? Lord help me!!!!

well, i must get going... if you see i've been to your place but didn't comment..it's just cuz i'm short on time..i will catch up with all that latah

i do hope EVERYBODY is doing good today.. seems to have been a tough few days all around.

anyways.. drink up or light up.. or whatever it is you do to do the happy dance!!

i was harrased by the lawn mower man!!!

for real !
ok, fine, he was there before me, and he was just doing his job. but man i tell ya, i would bet money that he was enjoying himself as he ruined my fishing! i could tell by the way he smirked at me every so often..and also by when i finally decided to move to the opposite end of the pond.. to get away from his irritating mower noise... not to mention that the fish were also having a nervous breakdown, hiding somewhere else as well, and not biting for the first time in several days!
so i go over there.. and trust me.. it isn't a short jaunt. not hauling twenty pounds of crap and five rods. erg. so i go over there, and start to fish... and what happens? ten minutes later.. there he is! on his freakin loud mower.. smirking at me!! just ridin around in circles...taunting me!
one time he even rode up the sidewalk behind me. ugh. sometimes i wish i was a dude so i could just kick peoples ass at random when they piss me off!

but anyhow.. when i did get over there...before he came over.. i did get a fish, like on my third cast... but... it wasn't a bass... and it wasn't pretty. it was a catfish... and he ended up getting tangled in the line, so when i pulled him out he had a big hole in his belly, and like a gut sack hangin out!!! i thought of killing him..but he wasn't gushing blood, so i let him live. poor ugly fishy.
wanna see?

(you can just see how much i love to handle catfish, no?)

so anyhow... he bit me while i tried to unhook him, and with his guts hangin out, well i just thought it best to do him a favor... SO>>>>>

(i got my revenge on him AND the lawn mower man! and fatty here had a snack!)

not really... but i did leave.. there was just too much noise, and i knew i wasn't gonna have any luck...so here i am...doing what i do best...well..i am doing laundry and balancing my checkbook too... but other than that.. sittin on me arse, til ortho appointment.

have good days.. mine's lookin like monday came a day late, :(

yep... it's a monday

now THAT is a big bass



and so is THIS one... i think this one ate my dog !!!
but i didn't see her in there !

not too shabby for a monday mornin eh? i lost three! one was hooked and got off... the other two.. i shoulda had, but they bit my baits in half. :(( oh well. these were nice. but i was too lazy to weigh them. big fish tho.

anyhow... i came home.. straightened up the kitchen... the dishes are still waiting to be washed... but ... i think i shall go back to bed for a while ... i'm tiahd.
especially after two big ole kraut dogs! haven't had one in years. pretty good stuff.
ok..will catch up with y'all latah.

bullet proof back packs??? WTH

ya know, sometimes it gets really irritating when i wake up at 4 in the morning, for no reason. there are times that i can get back to sleep, but it's rare. today was one of the days that once i was up - i was up. the cats were locked IN my room, and the dogs were locked OUT of my room. it is usually the other way around...IF the door is shut at all. cuz the min pin likes to sleep with us, and midnight likes to sleep on the floor next to me..she always has. (for 12 years.) and as for the cats.. if they are trapped in there..they usually scratch stuff, pee on stuff, or get hair on my stackage of un put away clothes. because the litter box is , thank God, NOT in there.
SO, i wake up.. thinking to myself that i would just get all the animals in their rightful places, and go back to bed. ya right. i did get up.. i did let the cats out... found the dogs, and put them outside... checked on my daughter... because EVERY damn light in the house was ON...and her stereo was blastin out of her room. so i go in there... and there she is .. readin a magazine ! at 4 a.m !!! like a week before school starts! she's sposed to be gettin on some type of decent sleep schedule and there she is STILL awake at 4 a.m. ugh. i'm like WTH??? she says, dad said tonight was my last night to stay up late, and to take advantage of it. oh Lord. i'm like, i am positive he didn't mean til 4 in the morning! MOOOOOOM! oh no way. i was not about to get into that crap that early. i made her come out and feed the dogs. i made coffee. i knew it was all over with after all that. then she's out here feedin the dogs and says "you're stayin up"? oh man.. like it was ME that was doin somethin wrong. well.. i've told her twice since to go to sleep.. she's still readin. i still hear her music. and i just absolutely hate to start a day this way.

this isn't mentioning that she will now sleep til at minimum 4 pm... unless i force her grouchy self up by noon..which i should anyhow, or she will never level out onto a school schedule.
plus hubby is off work today. AND i have a million things to do today to get caught up on stuff i have been NOT doing in order to fish every day. it drives me insane when i ghave a lot of house work and things to do here, when every one else is here "doing nothing"... it just makes me want to "do nothing" even more"...or go fishing. then the house just gets even worse.

i'm so tired, but obviously my mind is in overdrive... already.
lovely.

oh and to top all of this shit off... guess what the newest back to school item is? i just saw it on the news...
ywp... they have come out with a bullet and knife proof back pack... (book bag).. to protect our children from things such as columbine and VT.
geesh it sure makes me feel safe sending my kid back to school. NOT.

what the hell is our world coming to.??

i have returned..

big fishy 1

big fishy 2

big fishy 3

(this one is a perch...a big perch)

i shall return

Sloth rescue

LOOK they made a video about me!

for once, my own advice wasn't so bad afterall... (Sat Pt 3)

as you all know... i said, screw it, and i went fishin! i do like the creek better than the pond, and i usually go there when i go by myself. but when hubby goes, he usually chooses the pond, and that is where we end up. but... yesterday, i went to the creek, and it was just way too muddy, and i had no luck at all, so today... i just went to the pond. and i was soooo glad i did. but, before i get into that... look at what i forgot to mention yesterday about what i saw at the creek... i got sooo mad. i meant to call the park people to see if it is even legal, and if not, if they will go remove it. but look at what i saw...

you can barely see it , but almost in the center across the water under the tree... is a TRAP... it's for the "muskrats".. they aren't really muskrats, they are "nutria" i prolly spelled that wrong because i have never heard of them. but someone has covered their hole that is off to the left there, where they live. i see them go in and out of there all the time. i have never seen those things go near anyone, much less hurt anyone. but when i was there, some guy came over and said he was checking the traps. i was already pissed cuz i had already figured out why it was there. i asked why he was trying to catch em, and he said cuz they bite the kids. i know thats BS.
so, ya, i need to call monday.. which will probably be too late. it just makes me mad. those things are one of the things that makes me smile over there, watching them swim around, and my girl likes them too. it's a city park, this guy was in a regular truck in regular clothes...it has to be illegal for him to trap them..wouldn't ya think?


ok..anyhow..that's my rant for the day...
otherwise.. i DID go fishin earlier.. and look what happened....

cast one... fish one!

cast three or four , fish two! weighed this one...
2.2 pounds!
(texted hubby at work.. told him the fish were hittin)

obviously hubby showed up... and here is fish three... in less than one hour!
(didn't weigh him, but he's a good'n)

and here is fishy number 4.
not worth weighing obviously
and not counting the fish i missed
i had a very good fishin day
for the short time i was there.
WOO HOO

hubby got three, and lost a nice one right there by me at the bank. he came right from work, in black pants and long sleeves... so we didn't stay long after he got there. pretty hot today.

so we came home.. ate some lunch... obviously i downloaded pix...and am posting them :))
and now.. i am getting off of this desktop, as it is killing my back, and i am now moving to my bed with my trusty laptop...to continue catching up on my blogging duties. cuz i just feel like it.

some people call this HALT = hungry, angry, lonely tired

i call it.... well... the last couple days... BLAH (bitchy, lazy, asshole)
but apparently i am not alone... so perhaps, myself and the others in this same rut... rather than hang curtains and get comfortable there, should DO something about it??
i just don't know what that is at this point. other than neglect my duties as a ... whatever i am... and sleep!

oh.. i almost forgot (TH pt 2)

NO, thank God, This is NOT my house. it IS the house directly across the street though. so, easily could have been mine. unless of course, it was someone who knew them, and targeted their house. theirs was the only one, at least on this street, that got it.

after the initial thought of "haha they got toilet papered"! (yes i am quite juvenile at times.) i then thought... holy crap (ha, skuze the pun).. oh man, what if they would've done my house? how in the hell would i clean that stuff off... i have never had to do that before, but i do imagine it is not an easy task.
then, i realized... oh my... i used to do that to people when i was younger! how thoughtless of me! haha. but anyhow... must be nice to be young and take risks like that.
but how it sucks to be old now, and fear the thought of one day having to somehow get toilet paper out of MY trees, when my own kid pisses off another.
ahhhh life. aint it great?



an oh,.... looks good huh?

oh, and how bout this???? would this be brave? or stupid?
bruschetta for breakfast! it was great goin down, but surely the reflux will be diasterous!

alrighty... here's some "not jailbait' for ya

here we have an aging, but still hot as hell Richard Gere

and next, a bit younger, and less modest Dennis Quaid

an older, but still quite hot Dennis Quaid

for you disco mammas, we have this guy. Hold Me BACK!!

and here; on the more real side of things, the true image , yet again, of a forty something guy... do we all have our guns at the ready??

and finally, for those of us who prefer NOT to shoot, or be shot... we have this hunk, after all, beauty IS only skin deep, right?

so.. lemmee know which YOU prefer.

my senile, the big D, and ants, and other misfortunes...

hiya peeps...

well, i obviously survived my trip to the VA in Dallas today.. but only barely. the driving part, the getting there and getting home without getting lost, is actually getting easier. i still bring a long a trusty printed Mapquest, that i refer to frequently on the road, but i manage to reach my destination. today the travel part went ok. but here is how it started :

first... i was messin around on the computer, thinking to myself that i had an 11 o'clock appointment. it had been scheduled for 730 a couple weeks ago, but one part of it got rescheduled for last week.. the lovely GYN part. ya, that one. so anyhow.. i have another scheduled for like the 27th .. and while i was printing my map, i had a flash of the reality of OH SHIT! my appointment WAS at 730.. and 11, and 2.... not real sure here, but i think it was already like 730 or 8, when i realized , damn, i'm late.

so... i go to get ready real quick.. and i go to my closet where i have a shelf where i keep t-shirts etc... i reach to get a shirt.. and they are ALL covered with freakin ANTS!! in my damn closet??? WHY??? so i grab em, and toss em in the tub and rin water on them.. get the ant spray, spray the remaining ants.. find a different shirt from a pile of clean laundry that was for once..luckily not put away yet.....*SIGH*

then, i grabbed all my crap, kissed my sleeping child goodbye, and hit the door runnin. and y'all just know how i love to be rushed, especially when i'm driving, and especially in freakin Dallas. and even moreso, when i have an ant infestation that i don't have time to do anything about! NOT. not any of it. also smack in the middle of morning rush hour...let's not forget that part. i hit some major traffic in one of the usual spots for that time of day., and decided i had better call and tell them i was gonna be late... umm , very late. so i did that. that took a little of the stress of the rushing off of me.. but i still felt real anxious , and every driver on the road pissed me off... and i almost rear ended one ass hat who decided that "now" would be the perfect time to stop his car .. for no freakin reason... in the "fast" lane. even though the fast lane was moving at a rapid clip of about 35-40 MPH. woo hoo. but ya.. i thought i was gonna hit that one..but i went to the left shoulder instead.. luckily nothing and noone was there. who teaches these people how to drive?

ok... so i finally get there... i drive through the parking lot for maybe five or ten minutes... there is NOWHERE to park. not even in the way far off places.. the lot is packed, and cars are still comin in. but none are goin out. so i ask the lot attendant guy about the "valet parking" they have in front... he says if you have a handicapped tag you can use it "but there's a line".... i shoulda taken that as a hint... but i figured a "line" was better than driving around for an hour gettin pissed off. well, i'm still not sure which woulda been worse, but the "line" was pretty bad. very bad in fact. when i got over there, i thought, hmm this isn't SO bad.. there was like five cars in front of me... so i sat there...and sat there...and sat there...and smoked a cig or two.. sitting there... ugh.
i shit you not, i sat there for no less than 45 damn minutes before i got to the front of the line. surely, i could have parked myself before then? not sure. but... i did finally get to my appointment... but obviously not the 730 one. i'll have to reschedule that one.. yippee.

so anyhow... the first one was a gastro eval, and some other basic physical questions/history.. addisons, migraines, stuff like that. that one didn't last very long, maybe half an hour , if that, and it wasn't horrible.

when that one was over, the doc says that i have a psyche eval at 2.. it was like 11 by the. i was like.. what am i supposed to do between now and 2 o'clock? (kinda bitchier than that though).
so he says he'll go see if the other doc can see me sooner. he came back, sent me out to wait, and i got called back maybe another half hour or so later. much better than three hours!

sooo, i get back there and the first thing he wants me to do is the "mental cracker test".. it's called the MMPI. it has like 300 questions on it, and good lord they are stupid. i don't know what it proves, or disproves.. but number one will be one question... you get to number twelve and it's the same damn thing..only worded differently. i took one before, on active duty... but i lied my ass off. this time i didn't lie. i wonder if they'll lock me up?
that damn test took over an hour.. at least. not real sure. but, after i was done.. another twenty minutes pass, and he calls me into his office. then come all the questions. picking my brain. i went in on the defensive.. expecting it. so i didn'''t cry or anything , but one time i did kinda say really bitchy and with motion... "i don't keep a log book of this shit!!"
he kinda flinched. then agreed that he didn't think i should.
hmmm.. i think i kinda scared him a little though.
i don't like when people are scared of me. but oh well. those dumbasses shouldn't be so damn cold and invasive.

anyhow.. that shit went on for a while... i think i hit the exit door by 1:00. got home about 2:30, maybe a bit earlier. but by then i was totally wiped out. i had a few things i needed to do before coming home, but blew them off cuz my kid called thinking the dog was having a heat stroke..which i got her calmed down about but still needed to see, i hurt, and was tired and i just wanted to get home. so i did.

i got home, i checked on the kid, and the dog, and i ate, and i fed my kid and i went to sleep at like 3 ish. i slept til 5 something.

now, here i am... bbut now i'm gone.. cuz i'm roasting, and need to ask hubby if we have another a/c filter.

alright... let's be realistic, shall we?

ok, a couple of my pals thing the fireman is a bit too young for us ole ladies to be eyeballin...sooo... i decided... hmmm. what does the real 40 to 50 somethin year old modern dude actually look like these days? so, after a little lookin around, i found one. this guy tells it like it is. the true real Y2K man ! a man for the over 45 gals .... ENJOY!

happy happy humpday

it's early... but actually, for me, i have been sleeping in the last couple mornings. i'm usually up by 5 , if not sooner. but i have been staying up later too, maybe that has something to do with it. regardless, i don't like it.. cuz i miss talking to my early bird peeps in the mornin.
i might still be sleeping right now, but i had some kind of "dream".. in it.. i didn't really "see" anything... and it was like i was awake, and laying in bed in the dark. well, that's what made it feel real... because that is exactly what i was doing. but all of the sudden, i hear "someone" or "something...like one of the animals"... puking! it seemed SO real... that my first thought was ... my kid !!! so i jump up out of bed and rush all the way across the house to check on her. it was 555 a.m. hmmm. i get to her room.. she was of course sound asleep. then i made sure all the animals were ok and accounted for. they were. i put the dogs out, and made coffee. i already knew hubby was ok.. cuz he was right next to me, and doin just fine ... snoozin away. no pukin goin on there.
well, actually, there was no pukin goin on anywhere. what a weird freakin "dream".

so anyhow.. obviously.. i was up for the day after that.
now i'm doin the smoke and choke. i made some really shitty coffee today. i usually make it good. today it tastes like piss water. not that i've ever drank piss water, but i imagine it tastes something like this. so. ya. not good.

anyhow.. today is yet another day that will be spent at the VA hospital in my favorite place... DAllas TX. NOT. last time, admittedly, God smiled on me, and aside from spilling a giant cup of coffee on my car floor..which i STILL haven't even cleaned up, much less attempted to clean up... don't even scold me for it, i know i'm lazy...it's f'n HOT out there. anyways.. ya, aside from coffee spillage, it didn't go too terrible that day out there.... even the driving part. so, please pray that i don't get lost, or hassled there today!
it's gonna be a long one though... i will prolly be there like 10-well..who knows when? 2? if i'm lucky. then another hour-hour and a half to get home. and y'all know what'll happen when i get back here.... BED!

hmmm... i guess that is about it for now. i'm already a stressed mess anticipating the horrors of traffic and drs...etc. so i reckon i shall go for now. will check in and make my rounds when i get back.

Here's a Little Sumthin To Keep Ya Cool For A While

i got somethin.. not a fish, not a million dollars... it's a...

it's an award. another badge for my braggin board.
inspirational blogger. hmmm. i really haven't felt very inspirational lately. in fact i have felt rather whiney and bitchy, and cry baby. but, maybe it's just my turn?

i do feel a bit better this morning than i have the last few. so i hope that's a good thing, and i hope that it sticks around a while.

i received the award from josie at picking up pieces .... she's my soul sistah. she's also linked over there --->>>

see?

i am also supposed to pass this award along to five other folks whom i find inspiring... but, well... all my peeps either already have it, or got it given to them before i got the chance this time. so i am gonna have to do some thinking and reading on this one before i can pass it along. and i just don't have time for that right now. i do have a few in mind... i would give it to ROBIN! but i just have a feeling that jamie is gonna give it to her. and well, i won't take that away from her. (jamie i mean) soooo. i will get back to y'all on this one.

until then... it is gonna hit 105 degrees here in about two hours, so i need to get out and do all the things i neglected yesterday, and also it's school registration day. oh i love to fill out twelve repetitive pages of repetitive crap for school EVERY year. no i don't ... i think it's stupid. they know who she is , and who i am, and what more do they need? and why SO many pages with the SAME freakin questions.. name, address, ss, parents... WTH.. ever heard of a damn copy machine???? hmmmm. ok... i won't get crabby. ooohhh crab. i wish i had some more of those crab things. dammn they were good. ahh yes, see? i love food. such a great distractor. i am really surprised i don't weigh 400 pounds!

ok , i bettah go.
i shall return.
have good days

all good things must come to an end

well well well, tonight is the finale of Hells' Kitchen. what a drag. i have become somewhat attached to that show lately. but tonight it's ovah. then, what will i watch on tv. this was really about the only thing that has been worth watching for weeks. i guess the new Fall tv shows will start soon though eh? not sure if anything good will turn out though. guess we shall find out.

so anyhow. pretty lazy , slow day around here today. i didn't leave the house after i got back from the doctor. no errands, no store, no nowhere. unless ya wanna count my room. i did take a nap. didn't help much though. i still feel tired. and FULL. good Lord am i full. the kid has been wanting me to make crab wantons or crab rangoons .. i put it off for several days, but finally made them tonight. i had never made them before. i thought they would be more difficult, but they were pretty simple to make... except easy to burn if you don't keep an eye on em... but nope i didn't burn any. cuz i'm just cool like that. :)) they turned out really good. i could have made them a lot better too if i wanted to spend more time on them, and add a little more stuff, like maybe some cilantro, or green onion, or something...but i kept it pretty basic. but anyhow...ya. easy. and yummy.
and i made chicken stir fry with rice too, and it was good.
and the girl was happy, she liked the wontons.

so. that is about it i think. not a whole lot happenin around today.

i did look at some comments i wrote last night..and i have no earthly idea what i was talkin about when i said something about gettin barfed on at a barmitzvah. musta been some sleep babble.
no idea.

but anyhow. that is about all i got for now.
c ya round

Because I am ME...

hi folks...

well, i didn't stab my doctor this morning. and there wasn't any sharp objects nearby to shove down HIS throat, or i may have. i did think about it though. i imagine a couple of you wonder how it went... so i shall tell you. not like i wouldn't anyways. i like to pretend that people give a shit what i have to say whether they do or not sometimes. just so i have something to write about. y'all have seen what happens when i have nothing to say; ya end up with fucked up pictures, quizzes, lists, or even worse... random shit about ME. oh c'mon you know you love it.


so, anyhow... i will start with the fact that i have been feeling rather lousy for a couple months i guess. (for those who are kinda new , and don't know that). getting dizzy, nauseas, fatigued, just bleak i guess. so about a month ago, i had a upper endoscopy, biopsies of my stomach and esophagus, also esophagus dilation, and a change in stomach meds. OKAY well.. today was my followup appt for that stuff. and here is what came from it....

1. in the last fourweeks i have lost 3 pounds. ( i told y'all i was losin weight) and i just don't know how that's possible. i have been eating like a damned pig lately. i'm hungry ALL the time!

2. the labs they did at ER a few days after the scope.. showed that i am anemic.... hmmm.

3... this raised a red flag to the doc... along with the weight loss third time of unintentional weight loss in like three years... (last two times went as far as 20-25 pounds before i sought treatment)...

4.... the "red flag"... now leads to... one of my favorite things... a colonoscopy! yippee fuckin ay!
they wanted to do it next week !... i said oh helll NO. i need to be mentally prepared for such things! so it will be guess when... september 11th. how odd. but they only do them on tuesdays... sooo that's when it will be. hmmmm

5.. he also had the results of the abdominal ultrasound.... which was basically all in all, good. nothing major, no bleeding or anything. but they found.. well.. i already knew they were there.. but they want now to do a cat scan on my liver for two "possible hemangiomas" ... that may or may not be "something else". hmmmm. okay. whatever. suck me dry bastard.

6. the scope results btw, weren't anything major either.. no bleeds, no scary stuff. reflux, hiatal (sp) hernia,ulcer, some other crap i don't remember, that obviously isn't that important.

so... as far as i can think or remember right now.. that was as far as that went. i had plans to run some errands, but all that shit wore me out. so i just came home. i really need to get out and take care of some business stuff, but i am just immobilized with freakin "soulmange" today. i gotta do somethin about this. 2-3 days of this feeling down in the dumps. too damn hot to go fishin. too damn broke to go do anything else. everybody in blogland is workin. perhaps i will just go run my errands.

BLAH

i do hope you all are doing something productive and feeling good today

i missed the meteor show, but i have a giant one on my FACE

mornin peeps...

did anybody see the meteors last night? i didn't, and i know "simonsays" didn't... i posted my "rant" in the below comments section. it was actually a follow up post all it's own, it is quite long. i think by the time i had finished writing it, my plan was to move it over to the post section... but i was sooo damn tired i couldn't ... too much work. so if ya wanna see how the evening panned out over here... it's over there.

other than that... after i wrote that... (well, to back up a little... yesterday was a rough, tiring, painful, exhaustin, anxiety ridden day... all the way around... so when we got home from the pond i took my sleep meds... which are quite strong meds, and i began to blog, post, and cruise etc.) so anyhow... i posted my comment here, then i went thru blogland... it is now going on 6 am... at this point, i have no idea who's blogs i actually stopped by... or left comments on... what i DO remember, is hubby coming to bed... removing the laptop from my belly... which was turned on, and had a half written comment on it.... to "who"... no idea! but i must say ... i am so very glad that i did not manage to get to the point of actually posting it! he was standing there holding the laptop...laughing his ass off! i woke up in a stupor of course... i'm like what? he shows me this crap i had been "attempting" to write... on , like i said "someones " blog... every other word was underlined in red for spellcheck! i was obviously half ..or more asleep...i couldn't really comprehend much, and now, don't remember anything other than that... i don't know what it "was meant" to say.. or in response to what... but it was a total mess! i don't think he posted it.. i am pretty sure he deleted it... but if anyone gets a very incoherant... drunk sounding comment from me... it was me.. sleep blogging. (blogging under the influence). let me know what i said would ya?

good LORD.

so anyways..
todays agenda?
one step at a time...
smoke and choke..which for those who don't know..i chain smoke and drink coffee til i'm full , and that's what i call it. (in the morning.
step two... shower..
step three
gastro doc followup.
step three..
depends on how sane or Insane i feel at the time. not thinkin that far ahead today.

i got too far ahead of myself yesterday, and it damn near killed me. not literally of course.. but i was not very happy.

i hope everyone has good days today.

Here I Am !!

ok.. hi all. i'll save my excuses for later, but i gotta say this first or i WILL forget. and you know i will. so... tonight.. Sunday, August 12- 2007... yes, that is tonight..... between 9 and 10 PM... wherever you are... YOUR time zone. there is gonna be a meteor shower. it's called the Great Perseeids... and you can read about it right here...
Great Perseids

i don't remember ever seeing one. i may have when i was younger, but i sure don't remember it. so, if you have little kids... or if you aren't doing anything special.. y'all should take a look outside tonight. OHHH.... i hadn't thought of this yet....but maybe we could go out on the boat tonight and watch it. it would be real dark out, we could see it real good. that would be sooo cool. my daughter hates to go on the boat but i may be able to talk her into it for this. plus... we could fish a bit too !
hmmm. i better bring that up pretty quick.

anyhow... you don't have to be really into astronomy or anything to look up into the sky tonight. i think it'll be awesome...especially if i can get the family motivated to take the boat out.

of course... motivation is the key word here. i am soooo tired . i even woke up dog tired today. and morning is usually when i feel the best. plus i ran my butt off all day long. well, not until after my ritual of coffee, cigarettes, and my favorite blogs etc. then it was like 10 am, or so when i got out to run some errands. i got home maybe about 12 ish... then i got to take my daughter to the mall . woo hoo. let's do the happy dance!!! not. extremely not. ugh.
i will admit, it wasn't the worst trip to the mall, but it wasn't the best either. i hate the mall. and i hate to spend oodles of money. but that goes both ways. she deserves nice things, she needed clothes, and i am grateful to be able to buy those things for her. i just wish i had some other way of getting them to the house without having to endure... people, and noise, and traffic, and arguments, and everything else. oh and did i mention it was over 100 degrees again today? it was. and i think it''s just gonna kill me. ... it won't. really i don't mind heat as much as i do cold... but i am getting almost as heat sensitive as i am cold sensitive. wth am i gonna do when i can't handle EITHER extreme?
ack.

well, anyhow.. yep. i been busy most of the day. and still run down from yesterday. and now i'm hungry... and no one wants to take the boat out tonight. buncha fuddy duddys. we are gonna go over to the pond to watch for a while though. and fish...of course. then i will come home and fall into bed.

then.. tomorrow i have a lovely gastro doc followup appt. i will let y'all know if i shove a pencil down his throat or anything.
:))
latah tatahs

ps... the book i mentioned reading... i had to stop...cuz i can't see... and it was painful. and it was also a bit too "deep" for me right now. so i shall return it. oh well. someday i'll get my rose colored glasses.

comments update on the fishin

hi peeps....

i started this in the comments, in response to josie and yankee....but decided to move it here ... so , here it is.

good to see ya... yes it was quite the day on he lake today.
obviously my brain was fried when i wrote that post earlier. my gawd... i had no idea how long it was...nor did i intend for it to end up that way. i could barely see or think, or even stay awake for that matter, and was actually just trying to spit out the "quick" high points, so i could go get some sleep. boy, i told y'all i could write a book. just didn't think it would end up here. :))

anyhow. yes... men do get that petty apparently, but i really think it was started in a joking type manner, and then the other guys got egged on, and it took off from there. it's all good tho. we got the money. i swear it was a legal fish though! dammit. that's the part that is aggravating. but everyone was sooo hot, and really.. if ya wanna get down to it... they were probably a little peeved that they waited for us for twenty minutes or so, after they had all already weighed etc... for us to catch our retahded fish out of the stupid live well ! omg. and wouldn't ya know.. there's like fourty guys standin over there watchin us TRY to get the fish out... and what is the first thing they see? MYY ASS! yep.. that's the birds eye view from me backward on my knees on the seat with my head in the live well... NICE. NOT.
oh well, like i said. it's just not that big a deal. no resentments here. it would be different if it was a two or three pounder. i might be a bit pissed if they did that to a good fish.

and yes.. just a couple more good fish woulda won it for us. damn. little disappointing, but hey. shit happens. and this was our first tourney together. people fish differently under pressure. we found that out today.. i mean we already knew that... but never had fished one together. sooo now we know.
i was worried all day that he wouldn't want to fish another tournament with me, cuz i had got snagged up so often, and didn't catch any fish. luckily that wasn't the case. he said he had a good time and would definitely fish a tourney again with me. i sighed a huge sigh of relief to that.

and hell, it was funny.. to look back on. we had a few laughs on the drive home, and a little while ago, after had rested a bit.
but you were right.. aside from flying fish... there were MANY cuss words on the boat flying as well. but hey.. they were just random, not to or at each other. we cussed fish, and live wells, and snags, and heat, but not each other. :))

i do miss my hat though. but hey.. that is the first hat i have ever lost off the boat... hubby has lost more than i can count... and a couple of them were mine! (that he "borrowed" :)) i do wonder sometimes just how many hats and sunglasses lay on lake bottoms. hmmm.

and yankee, yes... 70 bucks, made me happy. like josie said, it covered the entry fee..and lunch! FOOD! we had some delivered. found a place that actually sends lasagna to your door ! what a treat. well except when the delivery guy showed up and dropped one of them on the ground ! yep, that really happened. he was gonna go get a new one...but hubby said since it didn't open or spill he would just keep it.. we were STAHVIN !
when aren't we right? :))

anyhow... i'm off to check on my peoples now.

and since THIS ended up long as well.. i shall move it into the post section.. cuz i'm lazy like that... and this can be my "update" of sorts.

There's No Such Thing As A Bad Day Of Fishing

But there damn sure is an unlucky one!
i shit you not, this was the craziest day of fishing wither of us have ever had. together, separately, or with another partner. there were times i swear we must have looked like the three stooges out there! people would stop fishing just to watch us make fools of ourselves. at one point, we had both rods hung up at the same time! hubby got a hang up, and while he was trying to get his loose, I got hung up. so he's still workin on his...i'm lettin my line out on mine, so the line doesn't break, because the boat was drifting.. so.. he gets his line out of the hang up.. then he works on mine... while he's getting my line out of the rocks, or whatever it was hung up on, i decided to fish with his rod.... why waste valuable fishing time, right? so... i cast... i reel... and guess what? yep. we have TWO rods hung up again. it was such crap. and we were both so frustrated it was crazy. he got both lines out, and i noticed the boat about thirty or fourty feet from us were watching this fiasco the entire time. a couple. great.
so we get back to fishin, and by this time............. well, actually it was really early when he got it, but hubby had caught a NICE fish at our first stop of the morning. he was all, oooh get the net, get the net... so we're both all goin nutty trying to net and boat this bass, and get it into the live well etc. so.. we get it in there... and guess what?... the freakin, stinkin live well would not pump water ! that's how our day began! we were like, oh man, you gotta be freakin kiddin! we were pissed. there we were with a really good fish, and the live well wouldn't work! at the beginning of the day. erg! but.. after a lot of panicking, and a little tweaking, we got it working. PHEW. so that saved the day. BUT...
back to what i was saying... there we were... after tangling three rods in a period of about ten minutes. .... maybe fifteen. not sure. people were laughin at us. ga- reat. but anyhow.. right as we were pulling into that spot , we heard something. a bump, or scrape kinda noise, but pretty loud. we look... i say, hmm did the motor hit bottom? (cuz it did scrape bottom there once before).. he says, no it was the fish. we chuckled....dumb ass fish. then we just fished, and got hung up, and pissed off, and i'm guessing between the time we heard "the noise" and the time i decided to check on the fishy... he also had two little spotted bass as companions because there were no measurement restrictions on the spots.... they really were tiny! and CUTE... anyhow... i lift the lid on the live well, and what do you think i saw? hmmm.... well, i will tell you.... it scared the shit out of me! first thing i saw... an EMPTY live well !!! (no water).. second thing i saw... the bass... layin limp on his side !!!! i didn't even notice or look for the spots..... they just weren't that important. BUT THE FISH! i thought he was dead. there was maybe three inches of water in there.... barely enough to cover one gill. he was not dead but he was close to it. i was like *GASP* OMG!!! hubby says WHAT?? i'm like.. there's no water in here!!! he says WHAT? i said it again. he comes rushing to the back of the boat to see..... we're both freakin out... over a freakin fish. and the same boat, with the same couple on it, are still sittin over there fishin... and gettin this free laurel and hardy show ! so anyhow... hubby starts flippin switches...i'm "massaging" the bass.... finally... water starts going in. it seemed like forever before the water covered the fish...and even longer before he moved. the only thing that saved that fish was the fact that we thought to freeze water bottles to cool the live well water down. he woulda died for sure if he was overheated on top of that. but, he managed to stay alive til weigh in... after much worry, and many many many many live well and fish checks. we worried about that fish as much as we would a sick baby. by that time.. we had like an hour and a half left to fish.. and still only the big guy and his two companions. all of which hubby caught. did i mention that part yet?
well anyhow, it was extremely hot. had to be close to 100 degrees if not more. i haven't checked yet. but whatever it was, we were feeling every single bit of it. but, we fished on. and on.
we got hits, and misses, and snags. and one time i had a fish... and he felt like a really good one too. i felt him hit.. and i could hear in my head the little piece of advice that hubby had given me earlier in the morning... "you get a fish, you set the hook like he's tryin to take money away from you!" so... what do i do? i set that hook as hard as i ever have in my life! and ya know what happened? ;)) a fish came flying over my head, and over the opposite side of the boat, and flew right off the hook, and back into the lake !!!! on any other day i woulda been pretty pissed... but by now, each of us could only laugh. what else are ya gonna do right?
hell... hubby lost a really nice one earlier on too, back in a cove. that one was a keeper too. at least two pounds. that one was a sickening loss to both of us. first the livewell wouldn't work, then it leaked, we'd both been hung up at least ten or twenty times each, hubby cut his foot pretty bad on the trolling motor somehow, we all but did CPR on a damn fish, i couldn't tell ya how many hook cuts i had in my fingers by then, AND...it was hotter than hell out there.
time went by so fast out there. i really thought i was gonna puss out really early, but i fished til i nearly passed out. one time hubby actually caught me by the arm as i was teetering. whatever would i do without my hubby? :))
so, anyhow, ya, we didn't have much luck, but ya sure can't say we didn't try. we literally fished until we had FOUR minutes to weigh in. i had no idea how far it was... you know me and my non sense of direction... i didn't even know where we were, much less how long it would take to get back over there. so... we get everything wrapped up... or stowed...whichever you prefer.. and off we go. boy did we go! we musta hit 60 - 70 MPH at times... and our boat is NOT a smooth ride.

there was a couple times i thought i was gonna fly outta the side of the boat.. and that's no joke... it almost happened once before.. but i landed on the back deck! so today... i thought damn... i'm gonna die! so, i was holdin on for my life, bouncin, and gettin tossed all over the place. i had my hat.. my tan "arkansas" hat behind my back... well... i went forward.... the hat went backwards... it is now in the lake...somewhere. so i say.. that little move just cost me my hat! hubby says.. we have THREE minutes to weigh in!!! that's when i just closed my eyes AND my mouth and held on even tighter. cuz i knew he meant business.
somehow.. we managed to make it to weigh in on time... BUT... when we got there... hubby says.. we don't have a bag. oh crap! so he had to go borrow one to put the fish in to take em to weigh in. then he comes back.. and we can't get the freakin fish! first the big one was finally lively again... no more worries about his dumb ass... he starts fightin me...and bitin me.... and i don't know if it was his mouth or a fin but that SOB drew blood! i finally got him in the bag... which had like ten holes in it, and water goin out like a damn sprinkler! so hubbys tryin to keep the fish alive..again, while i chase two very fast little fishies in the live well. finally he drains the water out but it's taking forever. by now EVERYONE is waitin on US! and watching us!!!! OMG! so finally I had to go get another bag, cuz the fish was gonna die... so i go ask for another bag.. some guy says "do you have a big weigh in?" i'm like, haha not even close!" so i go back and hubby still hasn't caught those little bastards. so i go for it again.. maybe five or ten minutes later we finally get the lil fuckers in the bag and get to the scales. hubby knows a lot of these guys, but i had never met them before. so we get over there... and one says to another, hey (so and so) i think he's got you with this one! hmmmmm. this could be interesting. i saw a couple bags and i didn't think his fish was any bigger. so , they get the fish up there... and some dude starts raisin a stink about one of the spots... sayin it's a mixed breed.. a mean mouth... a small mouth mixed with a spot.... then other guys chime in... ya dude you can't weigh that fish. blah blah blah. it was like a 5 oz fish! it wouldn't have won or lost the tournament for anybody. geesh. so hubby had to take the walk of shame and throw his little fishy back into the lake...... which btw...it WAS a spotted bass....had the rough tounge and everything, the guy was just a turd...
BUT.... get this...
ALL was NOT lost... yes we had a rough day... but hubby came through... with a almost five pound bass !!! and WON 70 bucks for big bass!!! woo hoo !!!
i get the kudos for keepin the damn thing alive for two hours tho. :))
the other guy got the kick in the butt for raisin a stink over the baby fishy (only one of the two though) by losin big bass to hubby.
and... i did not wuss out like a cry baby and sit down and stop fishin... at all. i fished my ass off... there's just some days you aren't gonna catch a fish. too bad today was one of those days for me.
i think like 7.5 pounds won it.. 300.00 we coulda used that... and two decent fish woulda done it for us. oh well
there's always next time.

(it prolly took me an hour to write this.. it is now 4:16 PM...and i am going to bed. or maybe i'll take a bath and then go to bed. or perhaps i will bathe and cruise and then go to bed. or maybe i'll just shut up and figure that out in a minute)

i shall catch up with you peeps latah
thanks for the luck!!!
even if it went in hubbys direction.. i get to share the wealth :))