Stormy and Mally spotted an outside cat in our yard. They stood in that same spot for the longest time.

Here's how Stormy decided to spend her weekend. She got up to eat and poo, but this was pretty much it for her.

And Grace was in her favorite spot sleeping all Sunday afternoon.

As for me, I spend most of my time on sweeping up hair and cleaning the kitty box.

I FELL AND IT HURT!

And sadly, it was funny as anything. Yep, the day after Christmas I tripped on an empty wrapping paper tube. I threw it on the floor...I don't know, 4 or 5 days before Christmas. My cat's enjoyed playing with it so I left it there.

I was off the day after and was busy cleaning up and getting my house back in order. Having 3 cat's my 'cleaning time' always includes the cat box. I was carrying the DIRTY cat box when I tripped over the empty wrapping paper tube. The fall itself seemed like slow motion. I tumbled over, box held outright doing my best not to drop it and I didn't either. The box and I hit the floor at the same exact moment. It fell upright, but there was spillage from the thud.

As I watched the DIRTY litter flop out of the box I immediately felt pain. Bad pain. Pain that hurt. Most awful pain. I even broke into a sweat. It was horrible. I knew I had to clean the mess and get the box operable again before giving in to this pain. The pain that hurt. Badly.

Of course I'm all better now.

DIRTY LAUNDRY

Squirrel often ask's me how can one person do laundry every night? The only reason I can think of is I do several tiny loads. One night I may wash whites, the next evening may be every thing colored, then I have my 'delicates', dress slacks, blouses etc... Now I have to wonder, why do I have so much laundry?

Something else I have a great deal of for being just one woman is trash. How in the heck do I manage to fill up a dumpster every week? Ok, maybe not every single week, but to see my trash you'd think I had 5 or 6 people living here. This msy be a question for Mr knowitall. He know's it all.

DUMBASS CABLE GUY

Squirrel and I waited long past the window for the cable guy yesterday. As it turns out, he's no better at his job than he is following driving directions. Not only did the dumbass get lost trying to find her house, he didn't know how to hook up a Mac.

That's all for now folks.

SQUIRREL

Squirrel has finally done it. She has the internet guy coming on Saturday. I'm going over and setting up her yahoo e mail and IM. Oh yea, and save the really cool blogs as her favorites. I'll help her create a blog of her own, even though she say's she doesn't want one. She doesn't know what she wants. I can see her now, stalking all of us in the middle of the night demanding we come out and play. Anyway...I really am stoked she is finally getting hooked up. Yay!

WISHING ALL OF YOU

Happy New Year

Hello

Merry Christmas everyone. All of you have made this year special for me. TC, Merry Christmas dude. I hope to see you back soon. You all stay safe and have a wonderful time.

I don't have any Christmas pictures to post. Just this here pretty red color. *wink*

*****MERRY CHRISTMAS*****

I LOVE THE CHRISTMAS SEASON

This year it seems different. There was a wave of Christmas spirit come over work this week. We are simply having a wonderful Christmas time. You know, like the song?

I usually take a lot of time off at Christmas. I told my boss I really didn't like working in December much. He replied with "Maybe your next employer will be more understanding". Ahhhh ah ah ah

I go in tomorrow untill 11:00 and then it's off till after Christmas. Not too bad considering I just got back to work. I did receive some distburbing information, but it's nothing I can't deal with. And no, it's not any health issues.

I've been mad busy since last Friday. I spent 3 nights in a row bent over my coffee table...(don't even say it G Man) wrapping presents. I'm honestly having a great time. Do you want to know something else? I haven't put up a single decoration at home. It bothered me at first, only now I'm happy I don't have to take them down. hehe

If I don't have a chance to see you again...

SIMPLY HAVE A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS TIME

BABY GIRL RIGHTS

I was simply horrified when I read Jillie's comment of how baby brother came along and knocked her out of her BABY girl slot.

I avoided being knocked out of my spot when my nephew was born. I was 14 yrs. old by then and was a very good thinker. (unlike today when all I want to do is not have to think about some stuff). (like proper sentences). (ETC...).

Seeings how a baby on the way was an excellent and exciting thing. I had to work smart not hard. Then the news...It's a boy!

I immediately saw the light. Sure, he's a new baby and it'll be mad amounts of fun watching him grow up and stuff, but he's a male. At 18 yrs. old he's a man, he's grown, no longer a cute little baby boy, hence, leaving me in the BABY girl spot.

My advice to you jillie, go back and claim your right as BABY girl. It'll work and I'll help you. I'll teach you every thing I know on the matter.

IT'S NOT MY FAULT

and I shouldn't be blamed for it either. I was simply born last...way long after Crab and Squirrel. There I was, the BABY girl. So what if Crab and Squirrel wanted a baby brother? I wasn't about to become a male. I like being the BABY girl.

Then came Christmas. The biggest BABY girl payoff ever. Every where I looked I saw presents with my name on them. To: Candy Love: Santa Woot! I had to toss a few of them over cause they didn't have my name on them, but that didn't really bother me too much.

As I got older I found out that Santa was actually Mom and Squirrel and Crab. That was ok with me, the more Santa's the better. I was able to make multiple lists and I really liked that, alot. Then one day it dawned on me, the bigger my lists were, the bigger my wall of presents became.

I understand if you all think I'm a spoiled BABY sister, because it's the truth. I didn't do it, it just happened. And every single year I will stand on my birthplace, make out my list, and hand it over with a hug and kiss. It's a lifestyle in which I have become accustomed.

IF YOU WANT ME

You'll find me at the JackAssery blog. Just click the JackAssery button on the side of my blog and it'll take you straight to where we're all hanging out this christmas season. It's a happy fun place we try to go when we're feeling the stress of everything seasonal going on.

WHAT ABOUT MY LIGHTS?

Back in the 90's I moved in a new developement, 2nd. phase, and the lot was on the far opposite side of the model. We were like the 23rd. house that went up. The area boomed and all was well...or so I thought.

Our electricity would go out...frequently. I would call and after pushing the buttons as prompted the recording would say they were aware of the problem and were working to get it fixed. After a few month's I started to notice that the electricity would come back on for the people across the street and beyond, yet my side would stay dark.

Of course I would get back on the phone with AEP. I was actually able to speak to a live person after about an hour. The lady on the other end was actually suprised we were without power and sounded pretty sorry that she had turned her phone back on. hehe I wasn't about to let her hang up untill someone could explain why my power wasn't on. They were now telling me their crew was reporting they were finished working in our area and on to another job. WTF? I wanted electricity!

Another 25 minutes or so goes by and they are telling me they have it figured out. Turns out, my little side of the street was hooked up to a different transformer than all the rest.

Well, I let them have it. I told them I had no intentions of paying them for any electricity I didn't use. Yep, I'm no dumby, "I'm not paying" I said again. The lady on the other end said back to me "Mam, your meter isn't registering any use because you don't have electricity running to your home". I wanted to tell her to just shut up, but I knew I was guilty of JackAssery and hung up the phone.

BTW, how do you like my red and green? It's all Christmasy and stuff.

WHY I'M NOT INVITED

Black Friday, this is the only day of the year The Squirrel takes off no matter what. She has worked Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, while I was in the hospital, and even my birthday. On rare occasions she will grace Crab and I by taking a day off so we can hang out together, but not very often.

Keep in mind she always tell's us she can never be out at the same time as her boss. Except of course for "Black Friday". The two of them take the day off to shop together...and they're good at it. They even have walky talkies so they can keep tabs on each other. They enter the store, each one grabbing a basket, and hit opposite ends. With each one knowing what the other need's to buy, they hook up in the middle with all the gift's and head for the check out. They do this ALL THE DAY LONG!

Six years ago I thought it sounded like fun. I thought... go shopping, eat some good food, hang out with Squirrel and The Smokey, how could it not be fun? Yea, this will be fun.

It all went down hill from there. The first store we hit was the Wal Mart and it sucked. People were rude and greedy and I'm not about to take anyone's crap. The employees weren't much better.

We hit a few other store's, I don't remember which one's...everything is still just a blurr. I still shudder at the thought.

Upon leaving store number 4 or 5, I notice it's still early in the day and that's when my mouth opened and said "I'm ready to go home now". "Nuh uh" said Squirrel. "Yes I am and I want to go now". "It's only 10 freekin(only for real) 30. We are not ready to leave yet". "You need to take me home right now". I demanded. "I can't freeking believe this freekin crap (only for real). You know we go at this all freeking day. You know we do this every freekin year."

Finally she and Smokey decided it would be best just to dump me off. You need to know that one of the hardest things to do is make The Squirrel mad, but if you get her cussing for real, throwing the "F" work around, nostrils flaring, you're in big trouble.

I don't get invited to go anymore. As a matter of fact, I'm not even permitted to talk about it. If somehow, it come's up in conversation, I have to lower my head and keep my mouth shut because she just sit's there glaring at me. I get scared. The only reason I'm brave enough to tell you guys is because she doesn't have the internet at home and will never (And I mean NEVER) find out I was talking about Black Friday.

DO YOU WANT TO KNOW SOMETHING?

I have always been thankful for the life I have been given. This year I feel even more thankful.

Just 2 month's ago I was in the hospital very near to death. I remember thinking I wasn't going to see my 45th. birthday. I remember thinking what a sucky time of year it would be for my family and how they would carry it with them for years to come. I remember thinking about how it would sound to hear one of them say "It's an odd numbered year" (most of you will not get that) I remember thinking that surely there could still be some good thing's left for me to do and how I wouldn't mind doing them.

I remember being afraid. Not wanting to be alone and at the same time not wanting my sister's to feel they had to be there every second. I remember wanting them there every second. I remember how very hard it is being the 'care giver'.

Thank you God. Thank you for my family. For the mother who raised 3 girls on her own and managed to instill the love we have for each other. Thank you for giving us a heart to stay together through all of life's journies.

There just isn't enough space on the internet for me to list the blessings in my life I'm thankful for. I thank God for this. I pretty much thank God for everything and I know I do not walk alone.

You want to know something else?

Care Givers and Farmers have the real guts. A farmer put's everything into his land. A Care Giver put's everything into their family. Putting their all into nurturing and growth. I'm thankful for the Care Givers and the Farmers too.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

THE TAPES THAT PLAY INSIDE MY HEAD

Bullets and numbers and chronological order.

Bullets and numbers and chronological order.

Bullets and numbers and chronological order.

Bullets and numbers and chronological order.

Bullets and numbers and chronological order.

I'M OFF

It's that time again. The one and only Saturday a year when I know exactly where I'll be and what I'll be doing. Ohio State Vs. Michigan.

Excellent.

The plan's have change a little. The Squirrel is feeling fluish and informed me I'll be making food all by myself. No problem, it's best for me to do the cooking anyhow. The Squirrel has been known to boil an entire turkey. And yes, I said "boil".

I'll see you guys later. I have to run to the store and pick up supplies. Thanks Barman.

GO BUCKS !!!

EXCUSE ME

Those are my paper plates BIOTCH! Just because they are sitting in my overhang doesn't mean you can help yourself. What? Do you think the "Paper Plate" fairy sprinkled some paper plate dust and made them appear? Well, she didn't. And don't even think about replacing my Dixie brand paper plates with those cheap assed dollar store plate either.

BTW, The cleaner that sit's under my desk. It belongs to me as well. It was purchased by me for my use. Same with the paper towels, they are mine all mine. And no! I don't have any Tylenol or rolaids. Go see the nurse. Better yet, try hitting a store every now and then. Believe it or not, you too can purchase these items.

Don't get me wrong, I don't mind sharing. I am actually very giving...When you ask.

Do I have General Store written across my forehead? I think not.

I NO WANT TO

and you can't make me! I'm not going back! I feel sick. I have a tummy ache. My nose is runny. My hair hurts. My toe nails are growning. Nobody will like me. They are all going to laugh at me.

I'll just throw myself on the ground and have a temper trantrum!


I'm sticking my tongue out!

HAPPY WEEKEND

This is my last weekend before going back to work. Disturbingly enough, there's a part of me that want's to go back...Then there's the other part that only want's to play.

I was able to get some shopping done and some major work around the house while I was off. I'm thinking about doing some Christmas decorating this weekend. Maybe during the game today.

I've been home for 6 weeks now and you guy's have made it wonderful. I have been driving Crab crazy because I've demanded so much attention. Sign, our online chat's have meant so much to me. Thanks for keeping me company. G-Man, your phone calls and e mails have brought much laughter and silliness to my days spent at home. Barman, the cards you mailed me were great suprises for me and I just love suprises.

Enough of the fuzzy wuzzy stuff already. You guys rock and you know it.

GO BUCKEYES!

OH IO

AM I BAD?

I received my hospital bill today. Not the bill, but the insurance coverage. This got me thinking about my 11 day stay.

When I first got to my floor the staff was great. For 2 days I had some great care givers. They were all over it. We actually were able to joke around in between injections of some 'kick your butt' pain meds.

Then came the 'Night Crawler". She came in the wee early hours of my third morning. She spoke with an accent that sounded like Haitis or some crap. I don't know where she was from, but she freeked me out. And she was mean to my roomy and I liked my roomy. Not to mention, when the other nurses gave me my 'make nice' pain meds, they used two vials. The Night crawler only used one. I didn't question her about the number of vials she gave me.

Then I notice she is on the computer (they have 1 in every room for staff) and I can see she is pulling info up on several different patients. I said something to her about it and she got all huffy with me.

They changed shifts and my day crew were all different and we were able to have a good time. I even got lots of apple juice (Crab yelled at me for not drinking water).

Wee early hours of the fourth day. The 'Night Crawler' returns. This time I'm ready for her attitude. I didn't sleep at night when I was in. My roomy did. 'Night Crawler' came in making so much noise my roomy woke up. My roomy asked her if she would hand her her purse? She wanted her lip stick. This lady was old school and wasn't about to let herself go with bare lips. 'Night Crawler' told her she didn't have time and walked out of the room. Now I'm thinking...I ring the buzzer and ask for pain meds. She come's back in with pure attitude and gives me one vial.

Shift changes, newbies come in, I get two vials of pain meds. We have fun and my roomy get's dicharged (she has to wait on a ride). They have staff that come around asking the patients if they have any complaints or concerns. I kid you not. My mouth opened and I told them I didn't want the 'Night Crawler' anywhere near my room. I let them know my opinion was she had no business in the profession. Was that bad?

Night's five through ten I spent laying awake sipping apple juice waiting for her to come in my room and try to put chicken feet in my bed.

This trying to post new all the time is making me tired. How will I ever be able to work if I can't even blog. *wink*