So....

I couldn't talk about being sick all week since Lucy didn't know about it, and neither did almost anyone else. It's too bad, I had some good stories. Now I can't remember most of them, but long story short, sick, not telling, finally had to tell, everyone showed up for the demise of my appendix, it's out.
Apparently it wasn't sick, just being strangled by my intestines since it took him 15 minutes to find it. I feel better than I have in a long time so this must have been going on for a bit. Now if I could just shit I'd really be a happy camper.

It's Our Last Night Together

I'm sorry we couldn't really eat the steak dinner. I know the beer was a bit of a bad idea also, but I wanted to leave you as we've always known each other. Well, sorta. It's been 45 years ::sniff::. I'll miss you appendix.

Now I just have to break it to Lucy..........

Shit on My Chest

His Mom calls him Little Shit instead of his name.



He wasn't happy that I was late getting home since I had errands to run, apparently gave him the wrong treat, and then I had the audacity to try to iron some clothes. This is make-up time.

I promise this blog is not going to the dogs. I think I've already jumped the shark so I'll try to refrain from taking this any further. Regular bitching and moaning will probably resume tomorrow since I do have other stories. Later kids.

Housesitting update

My new roomie was a bit unsure at first, but now he can't keep his paws off of me. It's hard to type with critter crawling all over you, and that's pretty much how it's been the last couple of days.
I'm kinda enjoying the peace and quiet over here. Got a couple more weeks of this too, not too bad.

I'm housesitting for this

It's a chore let me tell ya.

This is what happens

when The Princess finally hangs out with us again.


He spilled one all over all my shit so the bartender fixed him up. I love her.

I Feel Pretty

Oh So Pretty......... Ok, not so much.

Guy I officially met last night had the best line ever. He wanted to throw darts, told me "You're a good looking woman". I said thanks. He said "Oh, I know you're a lesbian, and that's ok with me." I quietly cracked up.
He went on to tell me he didn't care "Gay, Lesbian, Ordinary, I don't care."

I think he's Scottish, I'll have to ask next time I see him. Lucy already wants to kill him so I guess I should find out what continent he wants to be buried on.

Turtle!!!

Turtle survived, I hope. Found it in the street this morning, put it in neighbor's yard so maybe it'll find the ditch again. It wasn't to be seen when I came home. I'm a sucker for animals.

I had that ugly breakdown earlier. Talking to a wall is always good for everyone. FUck.

Good thing I'm going to housesit for a while.
Damn draggin clothes, mumblemumblemumble

2 pairs of khakis and drawers will work right?

I should sleep, I seem to be lacking a bit of that.

All Zen

This means I'll kill somebody before long.

Sorry, this is my therapy since that never really worked for me.

I think I hit the point where I really don't give a shit anymore. Last time that happened it wasn't pretty.

I think I'll be late to work and get my hair did. And go all out on the buzzcut since Babysis said she'd go bald for Sadie too. I'll be halfway there.

Sadie is the child I talked about. She started chemo today. That's fucked up.

Too much shit in my head, probably caught in all that hair...

Dinner and Stuff

I cut some okra at Mom's Saturday, finally got around to cooking it tonight. Crock potted some chicken last night, had a flatbread foldover for lunch and a sandwich, okra and a fresh tomato for dinner. Good stuff.
My stomach is not happy, I've had several of those "Dude, you need to throw up" pains today and I'm not sure why. It's not the chicken, Annie has been eating that too, so maybe I'm being sued for abuse. Dunno.

Last night I pulled a turtle out of Betty's mouth, she was walking around with it. Dammit, gave it to Annie, haven't seen it since, couldn't bring myself to look for it this morning in case it didn't make it. Still not sure where the hell it came from, but since it rained the backyard is a jungle. I'll tackle that tomorrow.

Boys are in town so I need to put my ass in bed and make sure I have something to wear tomorrow. Way too much going on at work right now so I'm likely to get fired before long. I'm useless.

Going to sleep, probably way too long since that has become my habit.
Later kids.

Change of Plan

Spawn's ballgame got cancelled due to a flood dammit. So we threw some darts, then went to his house to spend the night where I entertained myself with this.

Frankenstein

Besides the fact that I need a haircut badly, I'm doing a bit of Bride of Frankenstein these days. I have a matching stripe on the other side.


I'll be showing up in bumfuct, Al tomorrow for Spawn's T-ball game nappy headed and probably sporting a ballcap on top of my nappy head. I'll instantly be branded a witch. I love it.

Sleeping in your office

First off, it's YOUR office, who do they think they are?

Oh yeah, Bosses.

Be turned away from your desk working on another computer so when you open your eyes to see the Sales asshole standing there, you stretch, yawn, and say "Meditation Over".

Sleeping at desk, always have glasses on, reading material on keyboard since your head is likely to droop, and door closed so they at least knock so you can look studious.

Full out passed out in your chair with head back and drool forming? Yeah, gonna get fired.

I haven't hit the last one yet, but Dude, I'm on my way.

Thank You All

Thanks for the prayers and good energy. Mom is calling it a miracle, and I may have to re-think some things about that, but good news.

The bone marrow and spine tests came back clean. They're still going to do some chemo because of the mass they removed from her eye, but things look much better than they did.

Peeing Outside 101

Things Lucy Wishes She Had Known

Always pull your drawers up to your chin before starting, otherwise they may get splashed.

Hard earth, concrete, asphalt and gravel are not your friends. You end up wet from the calf down.

Look for grass, but short grass. Tall grass will lead to chiggers in your cuchita, not pleasant.

If you're drunk enough to have balance problems, just prop your back against the car, a tree, a good friend, something to keep you from falling on your ass because sand, gravel, poison ivy are not fun later. Or just pee your pants, it's much easier and less painful.

Someone is gonna see your bare ass anyway before it's over so......

I Got Caught

Had a friend request on facebook, said she, my Mom and Babysis were looking at my pic.
Dammit.

Send more prayers, they're doing a bone marrow and spinal tap Tuesday.

I'm a hot mess and putting it in bed, it's been a long day.

The one with a Gnome

Lucy and I walked into The Dive this afternoon and one of the regulars said "Oh look, it's Rain and her gnome". She didn't find it amusing. Especially after he said I was the Gnome Queen, that really chapped her ass.
We went over to The Asshole's house last night and the dog and I bonded some more, he bruised me up, and ate my glasses this morning I heard. He's still sweet.
Today was lazy, showed up at The Dive for a second, saw most everybody, went to Ms. Fan's house to use her pool, Ms. Sweet showed up too, it was cool.
Tomorrow is lunch with a bunch of people at the Japanese place so I will be sake'ed by 3 and probably asleep by 5.

Think sleep might be a good idea now actually, night kids.

Now I'm really mad

Leukemia sucks.
Spawn's best friend apparently has it. She gets to come home for a couple of days befrore starting treatment.

Dammit.

Need Prayers

or whatever. I'm not big on those myself.
Babysister's best friend has a daughter. She's pretty much Spawn's best friend too. Something is seriously wrong, she's having surgery later today to remove a mass from behind her eye. She's 5. Will let you know how that goes, but in the meantime, have a thought.
Thanks.

**Update**
More tests. It's definitely cancer but don't know if it's malignant yet or what type it is. Dr. thinks it came from somewhere else so checking everything out. This shit shouldn't happen to a child.

I don't have one

We made plans for today, girl's night out, oldie's band, Mom called while Lucy was here to collect me and of course I gave her my phone so she could talk to Mom while I got my shit together to go meet the girls.
Got the story, waiting for the rest, wasn't real happy period about rushing to do all this, then it's hot, got band, they were good but not 1000 degreees good....Obviously I was just feeling like a bitch. I played nice, but really not in the mood so.
Sat around for awhile, music WAS good, not bitching about that, crowd was eclectic, people watching was cool, just wanted to be somewhere else.
Got text from Babysis about earlier situation, packed up chair and went to nearest bar, where I should have stayed from the get go since my favorite bartenders are there anyway.
Came home, tried to empty dishwasher, but no place to put it since Annie informed me Dude isn't finished with the kitchen. FUCK.
Yes, it's Monday twice. I think I'll go to bed now.

We Made Up

Me and the boat I mean. At least he didn't try to drown me this time.

It's been a busy weekend. Got to Ms. Fan's later than I wanted yesterday, but still in plenty of time to help her do last minute setup and hang out.
Somehow I wound up being bartender/photographer/cook/gopher for most of this mess. I finally gave up and floated around for awhile.

There were fireworks, and tequila, and a river of beer so Lucy poured me in the car and brought me home sometime last night.

I got up this morning (afternoon) with bedback and my calves killing me thinking about reading at the dive for a bit just to chill out after running errands that had to be done. Then I called Ms. Fan. "Come over, Ms. Sweet is here and we're just hanging out." Me: "Do you need any help with anything?" She said no, then I thought about the mess she had left and the food she had left and took my ass over there.

We got everything cleaned up, put up, and I brought food home so all good.
I'm now completely exhausted and going to put my ass in bed since my foot still does not like real shoes either.

Night kids.

Look At Me Now

Long, long story short, we went to Ms. Fan's house to clean up around the pool and get ready for tomorrow. I was sweeping around the pool when I dropped a chair on my foot, I hobbled 50000 ft to Lucy and her running water since she was un-mildewing pool toys. She looked at my broken foot and said "Oh, that's gonna bruise", and went back to spraying.
See? She was right, it did. And now she has the nerve to call me a Bitch.

I'm ready for the invasion

Lucy called me a Bitch

Just because I sent her this.