2012/10/30
2012/10/27
Career of a lifetime
It's Saturday! YAY!! I woke up this morning...at 10:15 thankfully...because I said I wanted to sleep in...and I had a song in my head. Have you even just woken up and had a song playing over and over in your head? Kinda like listening to the radio but the same song keeps repeating itself because the DJ is stuck in the bathroom trying to get rid of his Chinese food that he ate the night before. Yeah, it's like that.
The song? Photograph by Nickelback. It's on my mp3 player, which is what I fall asleep listening to so I went upstairs and checked it to see if maybe it was the last thing playing as I drifted off to sleep. Nope. Porn Star Dancing was playing. If you've read my previous blogs, you'd know that's one of my favorite songs. So all I can think of is that Photograph maybe was playing when I actually did fall asleep. I don't know.
ANYWAY.....speaking of Porn Star Dancing...those of you that are on my Facebook may remember that a while back I asked a question about careers. Let me see if I can find that..... Oh yes, here it is:
A question for all my "over-40" friends: If you could go back and re-start your life at 18 years old and could ONLY change your career path, what would your change be?
I was and I wasn't surprised at the responses I got. I guess I wasn't taking into effect, all the things going on in our world today. The politics, the economic standings, the outrageous price of gasoline, interest rates.....and I could go on all day long. Anyway, I guess when I asked the question, I was being a bit naive. And trying to have fun with it.
Here's what I got back: Several would have went into the medical field. Some say entrepreneur. Some say criminal justice. Some say they wouldn't change their careers. One gal even said she would have been a stripper! Now..... there were a lot more responses on that post but I don't have all day man! Someone asked me what MY career change would be and I think you all would be very very surprised!
When I think of what I "wanted" to be, this is what pops into my head: Dancing. Or this: A Fly Girl. I like to think of "dancers" as all-over-the-place, flexible, fast, and happy. But you know...as hard as I try...I can't smile when I dance. I try. Then I get to laughing. It's like I have to take it seriously or goofy. There's no middle or gray area. *sigh*
So I can't be a fly girl; or a solid gold dancer; because I'd be way too serious. But I love the way they dance. Always have. And the costumes they got to wear!! Loved them. That was just as important as the dance or the dancer itself! I think someone needs to bring these shows back!!!
And that, people, is my "dream job." How many of you were really surprised by this? If you've seen me dance EVER, then you should be pretty darned surprised!! And if you've ever even seen me, you should be shocked! So although it makes me laugh when I read that Sheila joked about being a stripper...as if she was really joking, come on.....I think she was pretty par for the course. At least my course.
I don't doubt for one second that if I HAD the body to be a stripper, I'd be doing it. And loving it. And packing a gun in my bra the whole time!! Hahahahaha I kill me! I don't know if I've seen one too many movies in my life but when I think of "accomplished strippers," I think of women that make A LOT of money, take it home in cash every night and stash it away in their make-shift pantry, in what looks like big cans of spaghetti sauce, fake fronted boxes of lasagna noodles, and green beans, but are really fire-safe containers. And they close the doors on THAT so that the "naked eye" sees ONLY the real pantry. Filled with ramen noodles and laxatives. Because that's what they would live on.
Yes, I believe I've seen one too many movies.
The song? Photograph by Nickelback. It's on my mp3 player, which is what I fall asleep listening to so I went upstairs and checked it to see if maybe it was the last thing playing as I drifted off to sleep. Nope. Porn Star Dancing was playing. If you've read my previous blogs, you'd know that's one of my favorite songs. So all I can think of is that Photograph maybe was playing when I actually did fall asleep. I don't know.
ANYWAY.....speaking of Porn Star Dancing...those of you that are on my Facebook may remember that a while back I asked a question about careers. Let me see if I can find that..... Oh yes, here it is:
A question for all my "over-40" friends: If you could go back and re-start your life at 18 years old and could ONLY change your career path, what would your change be?
I was and I wasn't surprised at the responses I got. I guess I wasn't taking into effect, all the things going on in our world today. The politics, the economic standings, the outrageous price of gasoline, interest rates.....and I could go on all day long. Anyway, I guess when I asked the question, I was being a bit naive. And trying to have fun with it.
Here's what I got back: Several would have went into the medical field. Some say entrepreneur. Some say criminal justice. Some say they wouldn't change their careers. One gal even said she would have been a stripper! Now..... there were a lot more responses on that post but I don't have all day man! Someone asked me what MY career change would be and I think you all would be very very surprised!
When I think of what I "wanted" to be, this is what pops into my head: Dancing. Or this: A Fly Girl. I like to think of "dancers" as all-over-the-place, flexible, fast, and happy. But you know...as hard as I try...I can't smile when I dance. I try. Then I get to laughing. It's like I have to take it seriously or goofy. There's no middle or gray area. *sigh*
So I can't be a fly girl; or a solid gold dancer; because I'd be way too serious. But I love the way they dance. Always have. And the costumes they got to wear!! Loved them. That was just as important as the dance or the dancer itself! I think someone needs to bring these shows back!!!
And that, people, is my "dream job." How many of you were really surprised by this? If you've seen me dance EVER, then you should be pretty darned surprised!! And if you've ever even seen me, you should be shocked! So although it makes me laugh when I read that Sheila joked about being a stripper...as if she was really joking, come on.....I think she was pretty par for the course. At least my course.
I don't doubt for one second that if I HAD the body to be a stripper, I'd be doing it. And loving it. And packing a gun in my bra the whole time!! Hahahahaha I kill me! I don't know if I've seen one too many movies in my life but when I think of "accomplished strippers," I think of women that make A LOT of money, take it home in cash every night and stash it away in their make-shift pantry, in what looks like big cans of spaghetti sauce, fake fronted boxes of lasagna noodles, and green beans, but are really fire-safe containers. And they close the doors on THAT so that the "naked eye" sees ONLY the real pantry. Filled with ramen noodles and laxatives. Because that's what they would live on.
Yes, I believe I've seen one too many movies.
2012/10/20
The babbling brook
When you're sitting there discussing how you should be writing a blog because it's been so long and then someone asks you if you still write a blog...that's a sign to get off your lazy butt and say something.
So here I am. But I'm still sitting on my lazy butt. I have been so busy getting "the gift" prepared that everything else kinda goes by the wayside. Even the housework. Yuck. I can't stand that.
So what would you like to talk about? I have just started a new interest that I am very excited about. It's called 2 Cutie Patooties and I sell it. It's personalization and monograms for everything from bags to cups to beer mugs to baby clothes to..... well you get the drift. I will have my first demonstration Wednesday, October 24th and I am scared spitless. The public scares me when I have to talk. I know. Hard to imagine.
Other than baking my fingers to the bones and working hard for a living, not a whole lot else has went on. My puppy is growing up so fast and he's so smart and yet so defiant. It drives me insane most days but then, where I work, how do you know the difference really?
The last update on my pup was that the vet told us he has this collapsed trachea. He was put on a second round of antibiotics and a steroid for 10 days. The first few days, he was a completely different dog. It was beautiful. Then the "hacking" started up again. In the middle of the night. He and I had lots of sleepless nights; which is just as well because I was just laying there melting anyway.
So when the meds didn't work, it was time to take matters back into my own hands for a while. I sat and pondered. If Coca Cola will take acid off a battery, what's stopping it from clearing mucus from his throat? Or at least what sounds like mucus. So we got a bottle of Coke and gave him some in a bowl. He didn't know what to think about that.
He started to drink it and it started to fizz. That freaked him out big time. He jumped backward and growled at it. Then he decided he needed to check it out again. And when it would fizz, he could jump back. Very comical for us, I might add.
Now...the caffeine was a whole other ballgame because he was WAAAAAAY too wired to sleep!! Okay so it wasn't thought out THAT well but hey, it cut his "throat clearing" down to a bare minimum.
Afraid it would be hard on his stomach...and finding it hard to find caffeine free Coke in our small area, we decided...okay I decided...because Quintin just laughs at the thought of us giving our dog pop at all!!! So... the new routine is 7up or Sprite in the evenings if he's raspy and Coca Cola in the mornings, to clear his throat up. He seems to love it very much.
I should have been a vet. I could have treated all animals with soda pop. And they would have loved it. And me. And nobody would have been the wiser. And I could have made up my own prices and been RICH...RICH...RICH...I SAY!!! Muahahahahahahaha
Okay so I am grasping at straws here. The dog is better. Not 100%. He never will be 100%. And that's okay. His heart is strong and we will love him forever.
Now that I have babbled on about all the crap you DIDN'T want to hear about, I promise you this.....My next blog...or even two...yes two blogs...won't be boring. If they are, may your right big toe fall off and get eaten by a possum. I still have a road trip to explain and guts to spill about "careers."
Yep, I assure you...you won't want to miss those!!! Until next time, don't worry be happy!!! (I hope that sticks in your head for at least an hour now!)
So here I am. But I'm still sitting on my lazy butt. I have been so busy getting "the gift" prepared that everything else kinda goes by the wayside. Even the housework. Yuck. I can't stand that.
So what would you like to talk about? I have just started a new interest that I am very excited about. It's called 2 Cutie Patooties and I sell it. It's personalization and monograms for everything from bags to cups to beer mugs to baby clothes to..... well you get the drift. I will have my first demonstration Wednesday, October 24th and I am scared spitless. The public scares me when I have to talk. I know. Hard to imagine.
Other than baking my fingers to the bones and working hard for a living, not a whole lot else has went on. My puppy is growing up so fast and he's so smart and yet so defiant. It drives me insane most days but then, where I work, how do you know the difference really?
The last update on my pup was that the vet told us he has this collapsed trachea. He was put on a second round of antibiotics and a steroid for 10 days. The first few days, he was a completely different dog. It was beautiful. Then the "hacking" started up again. In the middle of the night. He and I had lots of sleepless nights; which is just as well because I was just laying there melting anyway.
So when the meds didn't work, it was time to take matters back into my own hands for a while. I sat and pondered. If Coca Cola will take acid off a battery, what's stopping it from clearing mucus from his throat? Or at least what sounds like mucus. So we got a bottle of Coke and gave him some in a bowl. He didn't know what to think about that.
He started to drink it and it started to fizz. That freaked him out big time. He jumped backward and growled at it. Then he decided he needed to check it out again. And when it would fizz, he could jump back. Very comical for us, I might add.
Now...the caffeine was a whole other ballgame because he was WAAAAAAY too wired to sleep!! Okay so it wasn't thought out THAT well but hey, it cut his "throat clearing" down to a bare minimum.
Afraid it would be hard on his stomach...and finding it hard to find caffeine free Coke in our small area, we decided...okay I decided...because Quintin just laughs at the thought of us giving our dog pop at all!!! So... the new routine is 7up or Sprite in the evenings if he's raspy and Coca Cola in the mornings, to clear his throat up. He seems to love it very much.
I should have been a vet. I could have treated all animals with soda pop. And they would have loved it. And me. And nobody would have been the wiser. And I could have made up my own prices and been RICH...RICH...RICH...I SAY!!! Muahahahahahahaha
Okay so I am grasping at straws here. The dog is better. Not 100%. He never will be 100%. And that's okay. His heart is strong and we will love him forever.
Now that I have babbled on about all the crap you DIDN'T want to hear about, I promise you this.....My next blog...or even two...yes two blogs...won't be boring. If they are, may your right big toe fall off and get eaten by a possum. I still have a road trip to explain and guts to spill about "careers."
Yep, I assure you...you won't want to miss those!!! Until next time, don't worry be happy!!! (I hope that sticks in your head for at least an hour now!)
2012/10/05
My gift.....be it ever so humble
My day has been awesome. Not for any special reason either. I feel like my heart is about to explode with love. For every person in the world. (Maybe not Joseph Kony. I may not love him as much) Even those that don't like me. Or love me. I love them. Take it while you can. We all know how I get sometimes.
I honestly don't know why I am in such a mood. And everything brings me to tears. Every. single. thing. Makes keeping the makeup on, hard to do. So far I have only smeared it twice today.
When I got home from work, Q was cleaning out his man cave. The nasty nasty basement. I know right!!! He was cleaning it out!!! Hell, he is STILL cleaning it out and I have been home for almost two and a half hours!! I LOVE THAT MAN!!
My dog is extremely playful. Maybe more than I've ever seen him. It's amazing. And he's only had a dose and a half of medicine since the vet!! What on earth can he possibly be like after ten days of meds??? I can't wait to find out!!!
I checked the mailbox today when I got home and there was nothing in it. I look up and silently said a prayer of thanks to God for not sending me any bills today, as I so rarely get to do, and walk around to the basement entrance to talk to the husband. I asked him if he checked the mail and he says yes. That's all he said. YES.
I get inside and I love on the pup and give the outside dogs some love before coming back in, stripping down to my "baking" clothes (don't ask) and go to the livingroom to pick up the pup's toys. As I am walking through the dining room, I happen to glance over to the computer desk and there...leaning up against the printer...is a small stack of envelopes.
What on earth could they be? It's not graduation time. It's not wedding time. It's not even baby time for anybody that I know...at least not yet.
I will tell you right now that I was NOT prepared for what I saw next. I was so shocked that I had to ask Quintin "WHAT IS THIS??" He smiles and says "I guess you got some donations." Generous donations.
Of course I will never ever divulge the donors but I will say that I am overwhelmed at YOUR thoughtfulness...YOUR generosity...YOUR love... and YOUR compassion. The cards I received were so beautiful. This is my favorite line from one of them, "A friend loveth at all times." PROVERBS 17:17 King James Version.
The people that write these notes... telling me how wonderful I am, or how thoughtful, or how proud they are of me, for doing this project.....THE GIFT..... had me in tears. I can't even describe in words what you all mean to me.
And it's not about those that sent donations because that's not what this is supposed to be about. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. From the bottom of my soul. Every dime will go toward nothing but ingredients to make the best goodie platters that I have EVER done. I am truly humbled by your help. And your hearts. I just had to get it out there.
Two pans of pumpkin bars....from a pumpkin I bought on our road trip (oh yeah, I still need to tell you about THAT!),one hundred and seventeen chocolate chips cookies, and forty three sugar cookies done at this time. I haven't even gotten through all of the ingredients I had just laying around MY kitchen. This weekend, I will be stocking up on more ingredients.
There will be baking everyday! I am so excited!! Have I mentioned that before???
Many people have questions so I will tell you what stats I have as of now:
87 platters to date
22 cities/towns
Most of the platters are small to medium and there are a few large groups. I must say though, about two thirds of this list is my own, leaving only a third that has been requested. So again, maybe for the last time, I will post what I am doing. Thank God for copy and paste.
I am asking you to please spread the word. Who doesn't want to spread a little sunshine to someone???
I am going to start a project and I am going to ask for my readers to help me do it. Project "My Gift" will begin on September 28th, 2012 and end on December 28th, 2012. You all know that I love to bake and make goodies in my spare time so this should be a no-brainer for me. It will take me until September 28th to determine exactly how many goodies and which goodies I am going to make, what ingredients I am going to have to purchase, etc. That is the day that the baking (and freezing) will begin.
For Project "My Gift," I will take the name of a person/family/business/organization and make a goodie tray for them, deliver it to them with a hand written note explaining what I am doing and why. All deliveries will be made after Thanksgiving.
Now...here's where YOU come in. I want you to send me an email...a private message...a text or phone call if you have my info...and tell me WHO you want me to take a goodie tray to, WHY you want them to have a goodie tray and any delivery info you may have. Your name will not be included on the note unless you specify different. And it will cost you nothing.
Most of you know where I live and those of you that don't, you can simply email me and ask me. I am willing to drive up to one hundred miles and all deliveries will be made on the dates of my choosing since the gas money comes out of my pocket as well.
I want this to be big. I want this to be fun. I want this to be memorable. For me, if not for everybody else involved. I want to give to those that have a hard time during the holidays. I want to put a smile on other people's faces. Please help me!!!
You can leave a comment on this blog with your email info if you want me to contact you or you can contact me at in_boos_world@hotmail.com or on facebook, if you know me.
I am very excited to do this. Please help me! All it takes is a little compassion in your heart and a quick note to me with the details! I will be anxiously awaiting your responses!!
For those of you that don't know exactly how far I will go for deliveries, I will give you a general idea.
SOUTH: South of Maryville, Missouri around the area of Midway
WEST: Sidney, Iowa - Omaha, Nebraska
EAST: Chariton, Iowa- Lamoni, Iowa - Oskaloosa, Iowa
NORTH: Nevada,Iowa - Sac City, Iowa
Hope to hear from you soon!!!
I honestly don't know why I am in such a mood. And everything brings me to tears. Every. single. thing. Makes keeping the makeup on, hard to do. So far I have only smeared it twice today.
When I got home from work, Q was cleaning out his man cave. The nasty nasty basement. I know right!!! He was cleaning it out!!! Hell, he is STILL cleaning it out and I have been home for almost two and a half hours!! I LOVE THAT MAN!!
My dog is extremely playful. Maybe more than I've ever seen him. It's amazing. And he's only had a dose and a half of medicine since the vet!! What on earth can he possibly be like after ten days of meds??? I can't wait to find out!!!
I checked the mailbox today when I got home and there was nothing in it. I look up and silently said a prayer of thanks to God for not sending me any bills today, as I so rarely get to do, and walk around to the basement entrance to talk to the husband. I asked him if he checked the mail and he says yes. That's all he said. YES.
I get inside and I love on the pup and give the outside dogs some love before coming back in, stripping down to my "baking" clothes (don't ask) and go to the livingroom to pick up the pup's toys. As I am walking through the dining room, I happen to glance over to the computer desk and there...leaning up against the printer...is a small stack of envelopes.
What on earth could they be? It's not graduation time. It's not wedding time. It's not even baby time for anybody that I know...at least not yet.
I will tell you right now that I was NOT prepared for what I saw next. I was so shocked that I had to ask Quintin "WHAT IS THIS??" He smiles and says "I guess you got some donations." Generous donations.
Of course I will never ever divulge the donors but I will say that I am overwhelmed at YOUR thoughtfulness...YOUR generosity...YOUR love... and YOUR compassion. The cards I received were so beautiful. This is my favorite line from one of them, "A friend loveth at all times." PROVERBS 17:17 King James Version.
The people that write these notes... telling me how wonderful I am, or how thoughtful, or how proud they are of me, for doing this project.....THE GIFT..... had me in tears. I can't even describe in words what you all mean to me.
And it's not about those that sent donations because that's not what this is supposed to be about. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. From the bottom of my soul. Every dime will go toward nothing but ingredients to make the best goodie platters that I have EVER done. I am truly humbled by your help. And your hearts. I just had to get it out there.
Two pans of pumpkin bars....from a pumpkin I bought on our road trip (oh yeah, I still need to tell you about THAT!),one hundred and seventeen chocolate chips cookies, and forty three sugar cookies done at this time. I haven't even gotten through all of the ingredients I had just laying around MY kitchen. This weekend, I will be stocking up on more ingredients.
There will be baking everyday! I am so excited!! Have I mentioned that before???
Many people have questions so I will tell you what stats I have as of now:
87 platters to date
22 cities/towns
Most of the platters are small to medium and there are a few large groups. I must say though, about two thirds of this list is my own, leaving only a third that has been requested. So again, maybe for the last time, I will post what I am doing. Thank God for copy and paste.
I am asking you to please spread the word. Who doesn't want to spread a little sunshine to someone???
I am going to start a project and I am going to ask for my readers to help me do it. Project "My Gift" will begin on September 28th, 2012 and end on December 28th, 2012. You all know that I love to bake and make goodies in my spare time so this should be a no-brainer for me. It will take me until September 28th to determine exactly how many goodies and which goodies I am going to make, what ingredients I am going to have to purchase, etc. That is the day that the baking (and freezing) will begin.
For Project "My Gift," I will take the name of a person/family/business/organization and make a goodie tray for them, deliver it to them with a hand written note explaining what I am doing and why. All deliveries will be made after Thanksgiving.
Now...here's where YOU come in. I want you to send me an email...a private message...a text or phone call if you have my info...and tell me WHO you want me to take a goodie tray to, WHY you want them to have a goodie tray and any delivery info you may have. Your name will not be included on the note unless you specify different. And it will cost you nothing.
Most of you know where I live and those of you that don't, you can simply email me and ask me. I am willing to drive up to one hundred miles and all deliveries will be made on the dates of my choosing since the gas money comes out of my pocket as well.
I want this to be big. I want this to be fun. I want this to be memorable. For me, if not for everybody else involved. I want to give to those that have a hard time during the holidays. I want to put a smile on other people's faces. Please help me!!!
You can leave a comment on this blog with your email info if you want me to contact you or you can contact me at in_boos_world@hotmail.com or on facebook, if you know me.
I am very excited to do this. Please help me! All it takes is a little compassion in your heart and a quick note to me with the details! I will be anxiously awaiting your responses!!
For those of you that don't know exactly how far I will go for deliveries, I will give you a general idea.
SOUTH: South of Maryville, Missouri around the area of Midway
WEST: Sidney, Iowa - Omaha, Nebraska
EAST: Chariton, Iowa- Lamoni, Iowa - Oskaloosa, Iowa
NORTH: Nevada,Iowa - Sac City, Iowa
Hope to hear from you soon!!!
My dog is on the mend
As I laid in bed last night, I was already putting a blog together. I took my puppy to the vet, remember? I was very nervous because I was convinced he had kennel cough. That can kill a puppy if left untreated for too long and my Buddy is only 4 months old. Has been coughing since just over a month old. Not continuous though. I don't know why I feel the need to keep reassuring everybody. I guess I don't want any of you to think I am a bad mommy to my dogs because I'm not. They are spoiled rotten. Even the two that live outside. Even the little bastard that has ran off twice and gotten put into doggy jail.
That Tucker is just lucky that I didn't have to pay any bond this time. The last time he took off and we had to bond him out, we told him next time he would sit his ass in jail until the judge decided what he wanted to do with him. *sigh* I'm a sucker for dogs. By the end of the night, poor Tucker had a rawhide treat in his blanket in case he couldn't sleep. Like me.....
Turns out Buddy doesn't have kennel cough. He has something called a collapsed trachea. It's not going to kill him. His heart is in perfect condition. He can be treated. And IS being treated. And by the time we went to bed last night, he was a more peaceful dog. I can't believe it. It makes me almost cry when I think about how he was laying between Q and I last night... on his pillow... paws wrapped around the corner of Q's pillow... his back up against me... all stretch out under the blanket... my little human dog is returning to the cough-less dog he hasn't been for a while.
And just when I start to cry about it...I laugh; because I was so in awe of how peaceful he was, I couldn't sleep. I was happy. I was excited. I wanted to tell the world. Which is when the blog started forming in my head. "WORLD, MY PUPPY IS ALREADY ON THE MEND!!" So I grabbed my phone and got my camera turned on and started taking pictures. Too dark. Darn it! I just HAVE to get a shot of this because he is so cute and so peaceful laying there like that. Like a child! Two shots in the dark that didn't work SOOOOO I turned the flash on.
I just knew this may wake Q up. Oh hell, who am I kidding?? He could sleep through a freight train going right beside him! I was so excited anyway, that I didn't rightly care if I woke him up. Let me tell you something. When you have room darkening blinds and curtains in your bedroom.....a camera flash is like lighting has struck directly in front of you. Holy bananas that was bright!!! The first picture didn't turn out because apparently I hit the zoom button with my fat thumb and got a great picture of Buddy's ear on the pillow. Super.
Second picture didn't turn out either. Yeah...that whole zoom thing again. Restart the camera. I have flashed twice and nobody has kicked or cursed. Awesome. Third picture. Snap! Perfect! Well...except for...Buddy apparently wondered what the hell I was doing and quit hugging daddy's pillow, was looking directly at ME with this look on his face like "ARE YOU INSANE WOMAN??? I can finally sleep and you do THIS?????" So I lost the perfect picture.
It was all worth it. Buddy turned around and let me cuddle him. I told him how much I loved him and he kissed me on the lips and went right back to sleep. I love that dog. Can you tell?
Now...I have to back up a little bit because as some of you may know...or don't know...I believe the wicked ole witch of menopause has creeped into my soul...and forces me to keep the bedroom cold. It was pretty chilly last night and our window was open. I decided to be nice to my husband for a change...because I was just in that mood...so I closed the window. He's a wimp anyway when it comes to cold so me going through this just may put us in seperate bedrooms for the winter if something isn't done. I checked the window before we went to bed to make sure it was shut all the way. It was. Or so I thought.
Laying in bed, trying to go sleep and I have my earbuds in, listening to some nice relaxing KORN...this is after the doggie cuddling thing...and suddenly I think about Grandma and Grandpa Lock. Almost as if Grandpa was actually right there. It was such an odd feeling. I think about Grandma and Grandpa a lot but this feeling was so different. Not like they were there or anything. I don't even know if I can explain it. They were just at the forefront of my mind BIGTIME for some reason.
So I'm laying there...as I said...and I have my fan going...as always...and you know how you get used to a certain breeze. Okay I am going to try to explain this if it kills me. I have a fan going EVERY night. I can't sleep without it. So I know how the air feels when it's hitting my body. I know the sound. It's just a part of my life. Okay...now it might get a little tricky. As I'm laying there.................................................................I feel a breeze go across my head. That was weird. That was a colder breeze than my fan air is. I literally put my hand in front of the fan as if to reassure myself that what I felt was NOT the same thing.
"Q did I get the window shut?" It's right by our heads. I could have just as easily looked myself but remember...I had already done it. TWICE. "Probably" was all I get from him. "Could you check it please. I shut it when I came up tonight but I felt a weird really cold breeze just now." I'm sure at this point he was thanking me for waking him up for this stoopid conversation. He lifts the blind and reaches up to the window with his hand...I don't even know if his eyes were even open...and says, "Yes,it's closed."
I don't know if it's what I wanted to hear or not. I was so confused at this point and blew it off, thinking it was my imagination and that maybe the fan bounced off of Q's side of the room, hit a cold corner or something and brought me some back. I was thankful...don't get me wrong...but still a bit curious. "Go to bed Shellie. You have to be up in less than 6 hours." That was me talking to myself. Q was already snoring.
Back to my music. Oh and that reminds me.....don't let me forget about my blog about careers! I have been thinking about that for a while too. Okay, okay, I will get this thing finished up. Laying there...there's that cold air sweeping by my head again and across my shoulders. Okay this is NOT the fan. I turn toward the other side. I don't know why. Maybe I was afraid....ok not afraid...but afraid that if I stayed facing the wall, I would not only feel whatever this was, but see it too.
I still felt it. Two more times after that. It's about 0130 in the morning and I finally look up and guess what. The window was open.
HEY WORLD, MY DOG IS ON THE MEND!!!
That Tucker is just lucky that I didn't have to pay any bond this time. The last time he took off and we had to bond him out, we told him next time he would sit his ass in jail until the judge decided what he wanted to do with him. *sigh* I'm a sucker for dogs. By the end of the night, poor Tucker had a rawhide treat in his blanket in case he couldn't sleep. Like me.....
Turns out Buddy doesn't have kennel cough. He has something called a collapsed trachea. It's not going to kill him. His heart is in perfect condition. He can be treated. And IS being treated. And by the time we went to bed last night, he was a more peaceful dog. I can't believe it. It makes me almost cry when I think about how he was laying between Q and I last night... on his pillow... paws wrapped around the corner of Q's pillow... his back up against me... all stretch out under the blanket... my little human dog is returning to the cough-less dog he hasn't been for a while.
And just when I start to cry about it...I laugh; because I was so in awe of how peaceful he was, I couldn't sleep. I was happy. I was excited. I wanted to tell the world. Which is when the blog started forming in my head. "WORLD, MY PUPPY IS ALREADY ON THE MEND!!" So I grabbed my phone and got my camera turned on and started taking pictures. Too dark. Darn it! I just HAVE to get a shot of this because he is so cute and so peaceful laying there like that. Like a child! Two shots in the dark that didn't work SOOOOO I turned the flash on.
I just knew this may wake Q up. Oh hell, who am I kidding?? He could sleep through a freight train going right beside him! I was so excited anyway, that I didn't rightly care if I woke him up. Let me tell you something. When you have room darkening blinds and curtains in your bedroom.....a camera flash is like lighting has struck directly in front of you. Holy bananas that was bright!!! The first picture didn't turn out because apparently I hit the zoom button with my fat thumb and got a great picture of Buddy's ear on the pillow. Super.
Second picture didn't turn out either. Yeah...that whole zoom thing again. Restart the camera. I have flashed twice and nobody has kicked or cursed. Awesome. Third picture. Snap! Perfect! Well...except for...Buddy apparently wondered what the hell I was doing and quit hugging daddy's pillow, was looking directly at ME with this look on his face like "ARE YOU INSANE WOMAN??? I can finally sleep and you do THIS?????" So I lost the perfect picture.
It was all worth it. Buddy turned around and let me cuddle him. I told him how much I loved him and he kissed me on the lips and went right back to sleep. I love that dog. Can you tell?
Now...I have to back up a little bit because as some of you may know...or don't know...I believe the wicked ole witch of menopause has creeped into my soul...and forces me to keep the bedroom cold. It was pretty chilly last night and our window was open. I decided to be nice to my husband for a change...because I was just in that mood...so I closed the window. He's a wimp anyway when it comes to cold so me going through this just may put us in seperate bedrooms for the winter if something isn't done. I checked the window before we went to bed to make sure it was shut all the way. It was. Or so I thought.
Laying in bed, trying to go sleep and I have my earbuds in, listening to some nice relaxing KORN...this is after the doggie cuddling thing...and suddenly I think about Grandma and Grandpa Lock. Almost as if Grandpa was actually right there. It was such an odd feeling. I think about Grandma and Grandpa a lot but this feeling was so different. Not like they were there or anything. I don't even know if I can explain it. They were just at the forefront of my mind BIGTIME for some reason.
So I'm laying there...as I said...and I have my fan going...as always...and you know how you get used to a certain breeze. Okay I am going to try to explain this if it kills me. I have a fan going EVERY night. I can't sleep without it. So I know how the air feels when it's hitting my body. I know the sound. It's just a part of my life. Okay...now it might get a little tricky. As I'm laying there.................................................................I feel a breeze go across my head. That was weird. That was a colder breeze than my fan air is. I literally put my hand in front of the fan as if to reassure myself that what I felt was NOT the same thing.
"Q did I get the window shut?" It's right by our heads. I could have just as easily looked myself but remember...I had already done it. TWICE. "Probably" was all I get from him. "Could you check it please. I shut it when I came up tonight but I felt a weird really cold breeze just now." I'm sure at this point he was thanking me for waking him up for this stoopid conversation. He lifts the blind and reaches up to the window with his hand...I don't even know if his eyes were even open...and says, "Yes,it's closed."
I don't know if it's what I wanted to hear or not. I was so confused at this point and blew it off, thinking it was my imagination and that maybe the fan bounced off of Q's side of the room, hit a cold corner or something and brought me some back. I was thankful...don't get me wrong...but still a bit curious. "Go to bed Shellie. You have to be up in less than 6 hours." That was me talking to myself. Q was already snoring.
Back to my music. Oh and that reminds me.....don't let me forget about my blog about careers! I have been thinking about that for a while too. Okay, okay, I will get this thing finished up. Laying there...there's that cold air sweeping by my head again and across my shoulders. Okay this is NOT the fan. I turn toward the other side. I don't know why. Maybe I was afraid....ok not afraid...but afraid that if I stayed facing the wall, I would not only feel whatever this was, but see it too.
I still felt it. Two more times after that. It's about 0130 in the morning and I finally look up and guess what. The window was open.
HEY WORLD, MY DOG IS ON THE MEND!!!
2012/10/03
A woman with too much useless on her mind
Wow! Can you believe I haven't written a blog since September 22??? Why didn't somebody TELL me??? That was 11 days ago, if you didn't know it!! I have about thirteen different things running around in my head and if I don't tell SOMEBODY SOMETHING.....I might explode!!!! *deep breath* Nothing major and nothing near earth-shattering. Just "things" to talk about, ya know. Things like.....
My dog is still sick. He's not actually vomiting anymore but I think that's coming up. Again. Last night he pawed at my face...while I was trying to get to sleep...facing away from him...and I cuddled with him. For hours. I rubbed his neck and I stroked his throat and that seemed to make him go to sleep. It kept me up most of the night however. Because every time he took a breath, I could feel his stomach fall. Almost like someone was inside there trying to kick their way out! It was very unnerving and I did a lot of praying that God would help me keep my Buddy healthy and ALIVE. No matter what!! I'm pretty convinced he has kennel cough. And no, he wasn't born in a kennel. Bitches just get that stuff. Hey, that's what the website says, not me. Don't worry, he goes to the vet tomorrow after work. I sure wasn't looking forward to going to work today either. But I did. Thought I was feeling better.............
And I have been feeling crappy myself. I've had it come out of both ends and then some. Worked a middle shift today and...like I said...thought I was feeling better but I guess I'm not a whole lot better. I could be worse though, right? I shouldn't complain. Too many people have it way worse than I ever will. Shut the hell up Shellie. Yes, I said Shellie. I'm coming out..........
To hell with all these alias's and fake identities. I am going to start being up front and personal. Look out though. I see your greedy little eyes thirsting to know some of the people that I have talked about in past blogs. That could be YOU some day, ya know! God only knows who and what I will talk about! How do you think ole Charlie feels now..........
Being a dick to me just because I told him his apartment stinks and that he needs to take a shower. I also told him...for the seventeenth hundred time, yes, I counted...that he needs to be taught to take a shower properly. And no, I didn't tell him in THOSE words. I was nice. I just said, "You know you are always asking about the smell in here and well...today it smelled when I came in. I am not trying to make you upset, I just want you to know because you always ask me. And if you need someone to come in and show you how to properly clean your body, Quintin (yes, that's my husband) or I would be glad to show you. We are like family and it's important. It's not just me that can smell you Charlie. It's everybody around you every place you go." *deep breath* He told me he understood and that he would get a shower taken. He insisted he wasn't upset (he lied) and away he went. To the nursing home to visit his dear mother..........
His mom is very near and dear to me and I promised her, when she went to the nursing home, that I would help take care of him. Let me show you what ole Charlie lives on. What I fill a black trash bag with EVERY two weeks!
How would you like to live on Orange Juice, Whoppers, cereal and mixed Hershey's candy? He has a freezer full of microwave sandwiches to eat and can't eat them. You wanna know why? Because he doesn't understand how to use a microwave. He is so afraid of the microwave that he won't let it stay plugged in unless someone else wants to use it. Yeah, like someone else wants to eat with that body odor lingering around...laying on their freshly nuked food...and in their mouth. Yeah, and the thing that sickens me the most is that his FAMILY...his brother and sister in law...want him put in a facility where he would have 24/7 staff BUT they won't do anything because they don't want to be the bad guys. They don't want Charlie mad at them. Really people? It's time to GROW. THE. HELL. UP!! They sure didn't bat an eye asking ME to have him put away though. Let's just say I don't do housework or laundry for ole Charlie anymore. Makes me wonder how people's brains work. Like this one guy..........
I don't happen to know HIS name...and isn't he lucky... but he lives by a very near and dear family that I know and love. He is trying to add-on to his house. I'm not real sure of the process of thought with this guy. He built a "deck" on the front. You just have to see this.....
If you look real closely, you can see the "deck." See what I mean about people and their thought processes? THIS GUY was even told BY THE CITY that he couldn't do what he is doing!!! Unbelievable!! Maybe I should put him on my list for goodie treats. Maybe he needs someone to care. Maybe somebody does..........
And now I am done blogging. I just got three dozen sugar cookies out of the oven and have a huge pumpkin cooking on the stove for some other goodies to be made soon! I need to find something to eat for dinner too! Thanks for listening to me complain...and giggle at myself...and others. Until next time! Keep on keepin' on!
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