Me + Mornings = An Unhappy Union

I'm not a morning person. I probably never will be. 

I get up early - usually anywhere from 5A to 630A (my alarm is set to go off at 630, but I rarely sleep until it does). 

The only good thing about mornings is that I know there will be a chance for food at some point. Usually not right away, as I have to get the kids up and out the door, but at SOME point, I'll get an english muffin or cereal or something! 

It's especially hard when it's cold outside, like it is now.

I actually don't mind the act of waking up....It's the getting out of my nice toasty bed that I find loathsome. There isn't a Snuggie in all the land that can replicate that delicious stretching in bed feeling. 

It snowed this weekend and I half expected the schools to be on a delay this morning, but they weren't. So, bundled the kiddos off and now I'm reading. 

I may, or may not, have lunch with a friend later. Her daughter is home sick, but we're just playing it by ear to see if the wee one feels better in a bit. My friend is having a neighbor come by to watch the little one while my friend has an appointment, so we'll see how it goes. 

Either way, we'll have lunch at some point this week or next or whenever. No hurries. 

I'm going back to my book and then it'll be time to get the Evil Twin up for breakfast and we'll see what the rest of Monday brings along then. 

Lots to say this week and no time to fully discuss it all this morning, so talk amongsts yourselves, just don't talk about me. (just kidding....feel free to talk about me, especially if it's something flattering!). 

Have a great Monday and a great week, hooligans! 

Love,

Heartbroken for a Friend

I guess I should give some background on this before I start. 

Back in late July/early August 1997, I found out I was pregnant with Buddy. My due date was April 15. 

Now this is back in the stone ages when everyone still had AOL and dial up (including us). I found a board on there just for moms due in April 1998. We all started writing, sharing our stories, fears, questions and lives. I came to know these other moms as an extended family. Nearly all of us from the beginning are still friends and still write each other to this very day and our April Babies will be 16 soon (Buddy was the first "April Baby" born in January....little early bird!). 

Anyway, on our list is a grandmother of her first grandchild due in April. Her daughter didn't have a computer and so she wanted to join us since she was so excited to be having her first grandbaby. We welcomed her into our group as our "unofficial" grandma. I came to know her and her family. She has 3 grown children and 5 grandchildren now. 

Tragically, over this past summer, her son (in his mid 30s) was involved in a terrible accident that left him paralyzed from the neck down. Our "group grandma" and her 2 other children - daughters - all went to spend as much time as possible with him. 

He didn't have an easy time of it and for every step forward, there were 2 steps back. 

We were told (the group) that he had decided to remove his vent tube, which kept him breathing because he just couldn't go on like he was. Which I understand to a degree. He has a wife and a 12 year old daughter and so that part was really rough for me to get my head around, but I'm not living his life. 

Still, it made me very sad. I prayed for a miracle and if there couldn't be a miracle, then at least that he was as comfortable as possible as he said goodbye to his family, who were all there with him. 

He passed on Saturday after his vent was removed. He's at peace now and my prayers are for his family to find that same peace. 

I guess this situation really knocked me for a loop because while I didn't really "know" him, I've known him and his entire family for nearly 17 years, on the computer and in photos. I remember when his daughter was born. And, it's the first time I've ever "known" someone to request the tubes be removed themselves  - as opposed to someone being in a vegetative state and the family has to make that heartbreaking decision, know what I mean? 

I just can't make sense of any of it...from the accident where he became paralyzed to this tragic end. Doesn't make any sense. I don't suppose it ever will, but he and his family have been on my mind for days now. 

So, while I've been under the weather, yes, I've also been preoccupied by the thoughts of this young man. I'm glad I had the chance to "know" him. 

Enjoy your Monday, hooligans! It's a short week for us all! Thank goodness! 

Love,

Looking Ahead

After a fairly relaxing and restful weekend, I feel ready to face this week.

The Evil Twin had his PET scan yesterday and we hope to hear something about the results by the end of the week. 

After this week, the kids only have school on Monday, half a day on Tuesday and then they're off the rest of the week for the Thanksgiving break. It'll be nice to not have to rush around doing the usual morning stuff, even though I know I'll still be up early. 

We've decided that since the Evil Twin still doesn't eat solid foods and I am not a big fan of the Thanksgiving type foods, we'll just order some Chinese carry out for the three of us (me and the children). We haven't had Chinese in a long while, so it'll be a nice treat and I don't have to do much work except set the table and clean up afterwards. 

Plus, I know we'll have plenty of leftovers...the Chinese place always serves enough to feed an army, it seems. So, that part will be just like Thanksgiving. We'll just be eating stir fry broccoli for 3 days instead of turkey! :-) It's all good! 

A friend of mine has a daughter who is a few years younger than Sissy and is currently in dance classes. Sissy has a TON of dance wear things that she has outgrown (plus she is not taking dance right now), so my girlfriend is stopping by today to pick this stuff up. 

I'm so thrilled because #1. I get to see my friend (even though I look pretty rough this morning), #2. This dancewear stuff is expensive, so I'm glad to see it going to someone who can use it and #3. It'll clear up some space in Sissy's closet. 

It drives me crazy when she has things she has outgrown and they're still hanging there, but I don't know what else to do with them. I don't want to fold them and get them all wrinkled. If I wasn't lazy, I could take them to a consignment shop, but some of the items are just cute everyday things, not fancy consignment items, so they hang there. Driving me batty. 

I'll be a little less batty later today! Still nuts, of course, just not as bad. 

I hope my hooligans are having a great week so far. I have lots on my mind, so I'm going to ruminate and wait on my friend to call. Happy Tuesday! 

Love,

Struggling...

I know we all have times in our lives where things just don't seem quite "right". 

For me, it goes beyond that. It's that feeling, plus the feeling that I don't want to be seen. And by "seen", I mean, I don't want to leave my house. I don't want to go to the store. I don't want to go to the school to drop off or pick up Sissy, I don't want to do anything that would cause me to interact with others. 

When I had my doctor's appointment on Thursday, I thought I was going to have a heart attack before I even left the house. I took my Ativan, as prescribed, and forced myself. By the time they took my blood pressure, it was sky high (even though I take my blood pressure meds exactly as prescribed, like clockwork). 

I don't want to be gone completely (like dead, nothing that extreme). I just want to "check out" for a day or two or three. 

I think I'm just exhausted. 

I know things will get better. The Evil Twin has his PET scan coming up and so that's nerve wracking, then we have the holidays, the anniversary of my mom's passing and the financial stress on top of all of it. 

I don't know how much more I can take. 

I know life isn't fair and life isn't all neat and tidy and laid out "just so"....Sometimes, we get curve balls.

And sometimes, we get hit upside the head with the damn ball. Head pounding, trying to catch my breath and wondering when it'll get better...it can make Evil Twin's Wife a little squirrelly, if you know what I mean. 

As Dory says, "Keep swimming...keep swimming." Or, as I sometimes say to myself, "Press on, soldier." I don't have a choice, do I? 

Love,

Little of This....

Well, it's the end of the week and mine has been pretty dull. 

I did have a follow up appointment with our new primary care physician. All my blood work came back great. My cholesterol is great, my thyroid is great, blood sugar is great....all around aces. 

Which means I am not in early menopause or any other pause. Apparently, my only excuse for my bad attitude is a medical condition called"Bitchitis". However, I am happy to report the new medication she put me on is helping immensely and so I picked up my regular amount yesterday after my appointment. 

We had a phone call from one of the Evil Twin's oncology offices (he has 2 - one for radiation oncology and one for medical oncology) and they've scheduled his PET scan already for MONDAY Nov. 18. We had been told it would be at some point in December, so I'm just glad he'll be moving forward a bit and getting some more answers for things before we have to make other decisions (or not....depends on how the test turns out, really). 

With the yucky time change (I hate when it goes back an hour), I've been getting in bed earlier, which means I'm asleep earlier and then subsequently awake earlier in the morning. This is fine Monday thru Friday because the kids have to get up for school anyway and it gives me time to get my morning routine things set and Bella the Cat and Pip the Pup taken care of. 

Apparently, everyone loves breakfast and bathroom time around here in the mornings. I just kind of shuffle through it.  

Got the kids off to school, then came back and paid some bills, cleaned up the kitchen a bit, grabbed some coffee and then promptly conked out on the couch again. It's cold here, yo! I cannot get motivated! 

Enjoy your Friday, hooligans. I'll spend my weekend taking Sissy to her bowling league, planning next week's grocery trip and making phone calls. I'm sure it'll be every bit as exciting as it sounds!!! 

Love,

A Day Off for a Hausfrau

I had officially declared today to be my "day off", but that's really just a euphemism for "I'm not going to the grocery store AGAIN today (but I probably will because I'm out of ice cream)." 

Today will consist of resting a bit, but then mostly, taking care of banking/bills, making some phone calls, taking care of the Evil Twin, breaking up squabbles between my two "clients" (the dog and cat) and maybe putting on some make up and brushing my teeth. 

Yesterday, the Evil Twin and I were able to mark a couple of things of my "to do" list....

Before the Evil Twin got sick and lost his sense of taste, he loved sodas. So does Buddy, our almost 16 year old son. I quit drinking sodas years ago and Sissy will have a Sprite or an orange soda every now and then, but she likes her ice water.

Anyway, just between the two guys, I bought a ton of canned sodas. Back when I was in college, we had a can crusher in our little rented house and my then boyfriend and I would save the cans (lots of beer cans back in those days), then sell them for ...what?... MORE BEER MONEY. 

We're anti-hippies around here and don't recycle, besides, I figure if anyone is going to make money off the shit I need to throw away, it may as well be me. Amiright? 

So, I bought a can crusher for the workshop room and we started saving all those soda cans. Even after the Evil Twin stopped drinking sodas (because he has no taste buds right now), Buddy and his zitty teenage friends powered through the sodas. 

We had several of those really, really big black bags full. Yesterday, the Evil Twin and I took them to the recycling place and lo and behold! We made $30! (We had told Sissy she could have some of it for helping crush, so we gave her $10 and I put the other $20 back for Buddy's Christmas money). 

From there, we drove on the Mart of Wal where I sprang the items I had put on layaway for Sissy's Christmas. We won't have a big Christmas this year, but I think we chose the type of things Sissy loves to play with and Buddy will just get cash for his checking account. 

All in all, it was a good day and I'm glad to get those 2 things marked off my list. Now, I can concentrate on the next couple of things. 

I like to pace myself, y'all. 

I hope all my hooligans have a wonderful Wednesday!

Love,

Yay Friday, Indeed!

A fried on Facebook posted "Yay, Friday" for her status update and I thought, "I am so stealing that!!" 

I'm glad it's Friday too - and the kids' are off on Monday, so we have a long weekend. 

This has been a very long week here, so I'm just glad I can file this one in the "Next!" bin. 

The Evil Twin's biopsy on his skin tag thing came back....It's benign!! Yippee! He is recovering nicely, the swelling has gone down on his lip and he's taking his antibiotics as prescribed. 

Now, we just have to wait for an appointment on his PET scan. They said that would be in December, so hopefully, we'll get a date before too long. We'll see what the results are there (fingers crossed there is no cancerous activity in his neck at all! There's that one slightly larger than "normal" lymph node, which, as his oncologist assured us may just be a lymph node that's taking a little longer to heal up and get back to a regular size...)

So, I mentioned before that we're both seeing a new primary care doctor. We both really like her. She put me back on Zoloft (thank goodness, my stress and nerves were about shot) and sent me for blood work on my hormone levels because I had mentioned that I think I might be either in menopause or pre or whatever. Since I had a partial hysterectomy a few years ago, I guess my levels are the only way we'll know for sure. 

Well, that and my zero to bitchtastic attitude, night sweats, insomnia, along with some other symptoms. We'll see. I don't really mind getting older or having these things happen - it's all a part of the natural course of life - but I would like to know for sure what's going on and if there's anything to be done to lessen the impact, that would be nice. 

You guys know I'm brutally honest around here, so when I hear something, I'll let you know....I know you'll all be waiting in breathless anticipation (not!).   

Okay, I think I'm caught up on my dull yet stressful and anxiety filled week. I hope you all enjoy your Friday, hooligans and if you are off on Monday, enjoy your holiday day! 

Love,

Sometimes Being Sick Does Pay Off

My allergies were acting up last week, then I started having a sore throat (not normal with my allergies). Buddy had been sounding all stopped up for a few days prior...so I immediately thought of all the little germ wagons he and Sissy attend school with every day and knew it was my turn, too. 

Plus, I had spent a few hours in our new doctors' office (more on that later) the week prior with a dude who may have been 20 years old, max, but he didn't look so hot. 

I thought, "Dammit, I probably touched the same pen he did with his filthy flu germs or whatnot!"

I didn't know what was going on. 

Turns out, I had a garden variety cold along with my seasonal allergies, so I only FELT like I was going to die. 

Fortunately, after a few days and a weekend of rest and relaxation, I feel much better! 

Unfortunately, all the things I had to put on the back burner last week were just waiting for me this week! Yay! 

Numero uno: The registration for the Evil Twin's car was due for renewal by Nov. 1. I was too sick to make it there last week, but I made it this morning. Mission accomplished. His car is legal for another year in WV. (For the unaware, WV taxes its' citizens to within inches of their lives. This means we have to "register" our vehicles every year and also pay taxes on them, even if they're already paid for). 

Numero dos: The Evil Twin and I decided to switch to a new primary care physician. We both saw her last week. Along with a list of blood (lab) work she gave me, I was also prescribed a new medication (one I had taken before, but stopped, but shouldn't have...long story...). The new med made me sleepy. Then, I got the allergies/creeping crud, so lab work went on the back burner. After car registration time, I went to the lab. Mission accomplished.

Numero tres: The Evil Twin also had an appointment with his ENT and they found a "skin tag" sort of growth on his lip. Well, for anyone who is a cancer patient, extra growths mean "immediate biopsy". That was scheduled for this morning and the Evil Twin is home and resting now. His "growth"is floating in some super secret science-worthy solution and on the way to another super secret (and I'm sure expensive) lab for biopsy. Good news? The doctor said, "It's probably not cancer." Thanks, doc! So, Mission accomplished there as well. 

I do have to run by the grocery for a few food items and also to have a prescription filled for antibiotics. I spend so much time at that pharmacy, I'm pretty sure I should be on the daggone payroll. Just for being ME. 

They don't see it that way, hooligans, so ya know...their loss. Whatevs. :::ETW stock withering eye movement:::: 

I hope you all have a lovely Monday and even moreso, a lovely WEEK! Let's make it the BEST. WEEK. EVER! Say something nice to a co-worker (even the one who smells like eggs and spends too much time in the bathroom), help a child get a cheap trinket from the silly vending machines at a store, pay for breakfast for the person behind you at a fast food place....What goes around, comes around! 

Love,

Please Stand By

I will be back next week....

It seems as though life has just gotten in my way this week. 

Plus, I'm sick,

Plus, I don't have too much exciting to say, so thank your lucky stars I'm going to "save up"! 

Have a great Friday, hooligans,

Love,

It Burns! It Burns!

My candle, that is... burning from both ends these days and I'll tell you what else is burning (out) and that's ME. 

For months, I have been the sole caretaker and caregiver of the family....the kids and the Evil Twin. 

So, what happens when the caretaker needs some care? She's up shit creek without a paddle, hooligans. That's what. 

The Evil Twin and I are switching to a new Primary Care Physician and I had my appointment with her last week. His appointment is today. 

Anyway, we discussed many many issues and we both agreed that it would probably really benefit me to go back on a medication I had taken in the past, but weened off it when I was feeling better. But, the stress has returned and is larger than any I've experienced.

However, this medication takes a while to work into the system. I remember last time I was on it, it messed with my stomach a bit at first and added to my exhaustion. At first. 

So, when I didn't sleep well on Saturday night and woke up Sunday with a headache, stomachache and out of control anxiety, I thought of the new med immediately. It's okay, I know it will get better, it's just riding it out the first week or so that is the suck. 

Feeling like crap on a cracker, I decided to make Sunday my "do nothing" day. I haven't had one in so long, it felt strange. 

I just grabbed a fuzzy blanket and hit the couch, where I snoozed off and on until Sissy woke up, then it was time for me to wake up the Evil Twin for his "breakfast". After I got those 2 situated, I hit the couch again. More snoozing, more "no doing"....I did play a few games of Candy Crush and when I got tired of that, I took another nap. 

I didn't dwell on anything troubling on my mind....I only briefly reflected on my upcoming weeks' worth of activities (I'm a planner, yo). But, mostly, I just relaxed. 

Because my stomach was feeling hinky, I didn't even have breakfast. I did have one cup of coffee and then ate eight Milk Duds (the Halloween boxes typically hold four duds each and I helped myself to 2 boxes). 

The rest of the day, I enjoyed my ice water, checked facebook a little, read a few articles online, played some more Candy Crush.

I'm starting to think it's not just the new meds. I think it might be some sort of stomach bug because I'm still feeling like garbage. 

So, enjoy your Monday, hooligans. I'll be on the couch if you need me (but try to not need me, okay?). 

Love,

Wrastlin' a Bear

Well, almost....

I guess I should start by letting my hooligans know that we adopted a puppy back in February 2013. She's a Chihuahua-mix, who I found online. She was at a no kill shelter near Cincinnati, OH....I drove three hours there and three hours home for this little sweetie-kins.

We named her Pip, like the small, white dots on a Domino.

The shelter said she was about 11-12 weeks old when I adopted her, so to the best of my deductive reasoning skills, she was born most likely in mid to late November, which would mean she is coming up on her one year birthday. 

She likes to lounge.

This morning, like every morning, I put her on her tie out right outside our backdoor for her to "do her numbers" and so I can pop back inside and fill her bowl of food and water and do the same for the cat. 

We have an interesting set up.

So, she starts barking. She almost never barks, so I'm thinking there's a deer or some other rodent out there she can see. I let her back in and shut the door. But, she goes back to the door and continues to bark. 

Finally, I look out and see the neighbor's large Golden Retriever standing there, just wagging his tail and looking like his goofy self. 

Buddy is about the same age as Pip, but Pip is "snack sized". Buddy is up to my hip when he's not jumping up on me and he outweighs me by easily 30 or 40 pounds. 

This is not the size animal I am used to dealing with here, but I knew his dad would be worried sick about him going missing, so I grabbed his collar and we kind of both half dragged each other down our driveway and into the next door neighbor's driveway. 

I could see my neighbor in his kitchen window, so I just started waving my arms like a lunatic. We were close enough to the front he could see who I was and he came out. He said he had stood outside and hollared for Buddy until he just got so cold, he popped back into his house to get some coffee and then get ready to go out searching again. 

Luckily, Buddy only made it to our backyard and not the very busy street just below us. That dog nearly killed me as I tried to contain him somewhat and keep him from jumping up on me (he just wanted to play...he's a total sweetheart, just a VERY LARGE sweetheart). 

I got back home so I could get my own coffee and wake up the kids for school, but first, I had to change clothes. I was filthy and sweaty. Pip had taken a dump in the hallway. 

I had a great morning, hooligans. How 'bout YOU? Enjoy your Friday. I think I'm going for a nap. 

Love,

Dear Miss Manners

I have a weird and uncomfortable etiquette question and I need answers, kittens!

When the Evil Twin got sick, he was very concerned about the medical bills. 

I told him, "You focus on getting better. Let me worry about the bills when the time comes."

And lo, after a few weeks, the bills started coming. And coming. And, I had said I would take care of things, but frankly, I was starting to sweat it a  bit.

You all know ETW, cheap as the day is long! I don't even like to part with a nickel...even if it's someone else's nickel, I want to hang on to it! LOL.

All through his treatment and illness, friends and family alike would ask over and over again, "Is there anything we can do?"

Well, the day to day operations around here were pretty cut and dry. I could handle that stuff. Buddy took over taking out the trash, other things just kind of got put on the back burner for a bit, but day to day, we did all right. 

Even though we do have insurance, our copays and deductibles were outrageous and as we got further and further behind, I decided to ask for help. 

So many people had asked "what can I do?", I figured this would be one thing they could do to help, if they were in a position to do so. So, I set up a crowdfunding site just to raise money for his medical bills. The response has been pretty positive and we've received many generous and heartfelt donations, and we are extremely blessed! 

Just to be able to give these creditors $15 or $20 a month keeps them off my back for a bit and eventually, our goal is to - of course - take care of it all. A good portion of money has been our own and then, we've been blessed with the donations, so we've kept afloat a bit on the medical bills. 

This is my dilemma: Early on when I first "debuted" the crowdfunding thing, I received an email from an old friend of mine who wanted our mailing address. This person said, "Watch your mail for a check from us." 

So, I did. But, no check ever arrived. 

The Evil Twin has been sending out Thank You notes as he is up to it and for those who made donations outside of our "funding" venture (like sent personal checks, etc.), he sends out handwritten notes. On the funding site, it offers a way to thank those people directly by email, so depending on the situation is how he handles the Thank Yous. 

I don't expect anyone to send us anything at all. I just threw it out there as a "hey, some folks wanted ideas for helping, this would be awesome if you could help this way." type thing. No expectations at all. 

However, here's this one situation. I don't want this person to feel awkward if they changed their minds and couldn't send anything by mail. BUT, do I let them know I didn't receive anything, in case it got lost? My other issue is that even if it is lost, I don't expect them to replace it, but in my opinion, a Thank You note would still be in order. 

That would be the polite thing to do. I think it's rude if I/we send no Thank You and they did send something, but we just never got it. Then, they might be sitting at home, thinking "Those ungrateful assholes! Not even a Thank You postcard or email!" 

See what I'm saying? I feel like a jerk if I say something and I feel like a jerk if I do nothing. Sooo, hooligans, what DO I do? What would you do? I really need help on this one. 

Oh! And have a lovely Wednesday! 

Love,

Miracles

The Evil Twin needed to have his car inspected and there were a couple of other things he asked this place to look at, minor repairs, and call with an estimate. 

Well, when they called, it wasn't with an estimate on the minor repairs, it was with what needed to be done before the car could pass inspection. It is way, way more than we had anticipated or planned for. 

Now, you may be thinking "Oh, they're just ripping you off for the inspection." But, no, we've been to this place several times for inspections and other repair work and they've always been friendly and upfront and neither vehicle has ever needed anything for an inspection sticker, other than the inspection. 

Both vehicles are 2003 models, so 10 years on the road and both having very little maintenance necessary, it stands to reason that something is going to need shaping up along the way. 

We were told they'd have to put a "failed" sticker on it, which means the car would be parked (illegal to drive) until the repairs were made. 

While we were there dropping it off, I noticed a brochure for XXX financing....I almost picked one up, but figured we'd be ok. Minor stuff, right?

Well, I asked the Evil Twin to ask the guy about their financing when we got the really bad call and he explained the situation. 

However, our credit is terrible. With all of the Evil Twin's medical bills, we've gotten behind in our mortgage payments a little and I'm just trying to play "catch up" every month. We rely solely on the Evil Twin's income. Even though I do have MS, I do NOT receive disability. So, we're pretty screwed right now on the cash situation. 

Back to our dilemma...We thought and thought. Finally, on a very outside chance, I decided to see if they offered financing online at this particular place. They did. 

So, I filled out the form and felt like, "Well, it can't hurt at this point, although it may not help, either." 

We were at the ends of our ropes. 

Less than a minute later, the screen popped up saying we'd been approved. For just right over the amount we needed...even though it had not asked for a figure, in fact, there wasn't a place to request any certain credit line. It was just BOOM! Exactly what we needed. 

Now, this is not free money, but it's going to get his car back on the road and it may not always be easy to make the payments, but I have a feeling it will work out okay. 

After all, I believe God was speaking to us at that moment, saying "You asked for help. This is the best I can do right now." 

I printed out the paper and showed it to the Evil Twin. I said, "That right there is God talking." And he asked me, "You think so?" and I said, "I know so." 

We've never expected hand-outs or freebies. 

As always, the Evil Twin's Wife has a plan: we'll cut back on things even moreso than we've been doing. We'll sell things on eBay. We'll finally take those aluminum cans to the recycling center and even though we'll feel like hobos doing it, we'll get the money and pay what we owe. It's not ideal, it's still a craptastic situation, but we'll slog through it just like everything else we have in life so far.  

Life is not about "ideal" or "fair"....it's about how well we play the hand we're dealt. Sometimes, when we least expect it, we do get some help in the form of a divine sign. 

And that is my story of how God works in my life. Maybe you aren't a believer and I don't expect you to be or even NEED you to be. If you are: great! If you aren't: that's cool too, just be a good person. Easy as that, right? 

And keep putting out the good vibes. It might not help, but it sure as shit won't hurt, either. 

Have a great Tuesday, hooligans. I'm off to work on my plans. 

Love,

Ugh

Long time readers will remember my fondness for trips to the Mart. The Mart of Wal. 

I used to go once a week, typically on Tuesdays, but then the bridge connecting our little burg to the next was demolished. It was about the age of Moses and needed repairs, but it was the quickest way to get over the river for me to visit my store o' choice. 

Sure, there are other Marts. Even other Marts of Wal for my shopping endeavors, but I always wanted to go to that ONE. 

Yesterday, I decided to go the long route and get to that one anyway. I had a very special coupon - I heard that the Mart had that particular item for super cheap and I had 2, count 'em, TWO $3 off coupons. I've looked for this item at other stores and have not seen it, so I thought, "Well, self, you heard the Mart had this item. You have the coupons AND your son needs socks and shit, so one stop shopping it is!" 

Not so fast, Kemosabe. 

That place was a nightmare. 

There were ZERO JennieO turkey breasts (my coupons!) and most everything else was out of stock, overpriced or the selection was just pitiful. I like CHOICES, kittens. 

When I go to a store and there's one of something, I get Hulk type angry. I might buy it if I'm super desperate and the price is right, but I like to see a variety of examples of crap I'm looking for before I select something. 

That's a slap in the face to me. It's like the store saying, "Here, you have to buy this one!" 

Nosiree. This is America. I like to have a choice on things. KWIM? 

My shopping trip was pretty sad. 

One of my goals was to find a few items I could put in layaway for Christmas - mainly for Sissy since Buddy will most likely get cash from ol' Santa. I did score on the Christmas items for Sis. 

There was almost no line for the layaway section, either. One person finishing up and one older guy grousing about the price of something, then mentioning "Amazon has it cheaper, I might go that route." 

Then go that route, fucker! Stop wasting everyone's time here at the layaway section of the Mart! 

Ugh! People! LOL. 

Have a great Thursday, hooligans and I'll see ya on the flip side. 

Love,

Love Playing Catch Up

I don't get much other than housework done on weekends and other "fun" type errands and then, we had the Monday holiday and kids off on Tuesday as well, so I just ended up doing none of my "business" type errands for four days. 

That puts me in a bind for the rest of the week and that means today will be a busy, busy, busy one. 

I did call around to try to find a new family physician for myself and the Evil Twin yesterday morning...Found a good one and we both have appointments coming up relatively soon, so that's one thing that can be ticked off the old "to do" list! 

I get to wake up the Evil Twin in a few to get his breakfast going, then I'm out the door to see how much I can get accomplished before it's time to pick up Sissy from school. 

Too much to do and too little time to do it...so I'm off. 

Happy Wednesday, hooligans! 

Love,

Having a Moment...

Hey, kittens. I know I didn't write anything yesterday, but that's the breaks. 

I knew the kids had Monday off school for the Columbus Day holiday, but didn't realize until I was picking up Sissy on Friday that Tuesday was also a day off - for teacher inservice or parent teacher conferences or something like that. 

It's fine, I just didn't know it until the last minute (for me...my routine oriented self didn't have "Tuesday Off" in my my brain). 

So, we've had a long weekend here and I do enjoy a bit of a break. It does mess with ETW's internal scheduler. I'm fairly flexible, though, and so I just shuffled some things from Monday to Tuesday and some Tuesday things to Wednesday. 

We had a busier than usual weekend here...I think I've mentioned before that Sissy is on a bumper bowling league that meets on Saturday mornings (I'll get more into this in time). We always have a great time and this past Saturday was no exception. 

I don't want to brag - and it's probably a fluke - but I think Sissy bowled her best games ever! As long as she is having fun, though, I really don't care what her overall score is. What does bother me is when she gets frustrated and says "I'm no good at this!". She is good. She's a super-duper-wuper beginner, though and everyone has to start somewhere. 

I just keep encouraging her to get out there, do her best, have fun and learn as she goes. I hope it's rubbing off on her. 

Then, on Sunday, her BFF Honey Bee (that's not her name, but that's what I'll call her here), who is also the only other girl on her bowling league, had invited her to go along to this farm festival thing nearby. It has a corn maze and pumpkin patch and hay rides. The usual Fall activity suspects. The girls had fun...but, while they were out doing Fall Fun activities, Buddy and I met up with my aunt and cousin who live in Lewisburg for a late lunch. 

They were in town to see the Doobie Brothers concert at the Clay Center on Sunday evening and had driven into town, reserved a hotel room near the Clay Center and thought meeting us would be a great way to spend some time Sunday before checking into their room and getting ready for the concert. It was amazing to see them - and I mean that 10000%. I love them dearly and ALWAYS relish the opportunity to spend time with them both. 

I have always loved them, all my life, but especially now, it reminds me of how blessed I am to have such a large extended family - both the family I grew up with and my biological family, too. 

As my wise Aunt said, I will always be okay and taken care of, even if the hilljacks on the Evil Twin's side of the family have lost their minds. I know she's right. She always has been! 

Anyhoodle, I guess thinking about all that and some other things that have affected my heart (in a good way) these past 4 days or so have me in a pensive state. I'll try to flesh this all out later this week or next, but I like to mull things over for a while. It's all good, y'all, so don't fret. It's always just a process with my nutty brain and add in the chaos of unexpected days off, schedule shuffling and on top of all that, overcast and gloomy weather....well...I'm just gonna need a moment here. 

Talk among yourselves.

And have a lovely Tuesday, hooligans! 

Much love,

Medical Fun

The title might make you think this will be about the Evil Twin, but no, this one is on me. 

You're welcome!

I don't talk about it much, and I don't make a big secret of it either, but I was diagnosed with MS (Multiple Sclerosis) in the year 2000. 

Buddy was about two and for many months, I had not been able to feel the backs of my legs or my feet. 

I really didn't think much about it, because it wasn't painful, just mildly annoying - but easy enough to dismiss.

Until one day, I was slicing tomatoes. I dropped the knife, leaned over, picked it up and kept on with my slicing. Then, I looked down again and my big toe was bleeding. The point of the knife had pierced my toe, but I hadn't felt it AT ALL. 

I started seeing doctors. Many, many doctors and so on and so forth and they ruled out this and ruled out that and not one of them suspected MS...

"Well, it just doesn't present that way." 

An MRI of my back, a spinal tap and finally an MRI of my brain were administered and the results came back: MS. 

I started on an injectable drug called Copaxone almost immediately. Copaxone is a subcutaneous (meaning the needle goes just right under the "fat layer" of skin for the injection). It's a daily medication. Some of the injectables are once a week or every other day, but one is intra-muscular (a trickier injection for someone to give themselves) and they both had terrible side effects. 

Lucky, I'm not needle phobic or anything like that...It's just more of a logistical nightmare than anything else. 

Fast forward to today: I have an appointment to see my neurologist today. I plan on talking with him about Gilenya. I hope I'm a good candidate for this relatively new medication for MS. It's an oral medication, which means I wouldn't have to plan my entire dosing routine around a special time. I could just take it at the normal time I take my other oral medications. 

My appointment is around 10A, so keep your fingers crossed that I meet the requirements and seem to be a good candidate for this. It would make my life about a million times easier, in many ways. 

I'm still going to be a slow walker, in pain from my back down on many days and extremely exhausted, I'm sure. But, it'd be one less thing to drain my mental energy, so I am really hoping this is doable for me. I shall let you know, hooligans!

Enjoy your Friday! 

Love,

There Is No "M"

Y'all may, or may not (depending on how astute or detail oriented you are), notice that I never place an "M" on the end of times. 

The way I see it is: It's either Ante Meridian (before or pre-midday) or Post Meridian (after midday or "noon"). Either way, there's an "M" implied. Am I right?

Oh yes, I have a degree in Journalism and yes, I've read "Strunk and White". In fact, I own a copy, both in old school style (that means a "physical" book) and on my Kindle. 

So, I didn't just pop out of some hollar and decide I could actually write. 

I do try to do things "by the book", but lots of times, especially here or in other social media venues, I tend to be more lax and allow myself to write like I would speak. (these are two totally different animals in the writing kingdom). 

If I were writing a research paper for school or composing a resume, my writing would be completely different. 

That's what I find amazing and beautiful and wonderful and fun about words. 

I've tried to teach my children that it's a little bit about WHAT you say, but more than that, a whole lot about HOW you say it that matters. 

People want to hear what they want to hear. But, it's okay to bend the rules a little when it comes to the written word in a social media context. And I don't mean "text speak" (lordy-loo, I die a little when I think of that and people wonder why I despise texting?). 

In the world of the Evil Twin's Wife, that's why voice mail was created. Chances are, I really don't want to speak to you any more than you want to speak to me, so leave a message. Just don't text me. And, if you do, leave the godforsaken "M" off after a time is mentioned. It's redundant and unnecessary, kittens! 

Let's come up with our own catchy phrase, shall we? "If it's implied, it should not be supplied." Alright, hooligans, you have your first assignment. Give me something - ANYTHING - where the written standard should or could be changed and still make perfect sense. GO!

Happy Thursday, hooligans! Mommy loves you! 

Love,

Sometimes It Works Out

We are poor, desperately poor and that's only getting better in baby steps these days. I just keep chipping away at the bigger bills and giving what I can to the Evil Twin's medical bills....Don't worry, y'all. I got a system. 

I always gots a system. And, so far, my system has keep our heads above water, even if just by teaspoon fulls. 

Currently, I have it worked out to what little I can spare each month for necessary expenditures. The most looming and pressing items have been: Finding a way to get the repairs done to the Evil Twin's vehicle that are very needed AND replacing our "den" furniture that the cat has taken a fancy to pee on when she feels spiteful. 

No matter how much "Nature's Miracle" I spray and scrubbing and wiping and repeating steps #1 thru 3 have garnered me much success. Neither has covering said furniture in a "scat mat". (and you better believe I didn't pay that much for ours - the price has gone WAY up), because a certain little spiteful kitty finds ways to pee around the mat. 

She's afraid of it again because I finally replaced the D volt battery, so maybe? I don't know. But, it's too late for the sofa and loveseat. They stink like cat pee. So, what to do? What to do? 

No one can sit on the stink sofa and loveseat without picking up an odor like a cat just peed on their butt, so I finally broke down and started looking for replacements. 

Oh, I did all my homework. I searched out what I wanted, the price I wanted to pay, etc. Then, I applied for the store card so I could get the 12 months financing plan (the only way we can afford it, in small increments each month and then not have to pay interest). 

Then, I waited. 

And waited. 

And then, I noticed that it went on sale yesterday morning. 

So, I drove to the store with all my arsenal of research. I mentioned that I liked the sofa, but the delivery charge was too high and we only lived a mile away - they waived it. The sofa and loveseat were both on sale, but the sofa was only $10 more than the loveseat. I got 2 sofas and they gave me the 7 year warranty on both for less than half the price of 2 warranties for 2 sofas! 

Now, granted, I am not paying for expensive furniture here. This is just something to sit on and it's chintzy, but it works.

"Hey, do that sofa let someone sit on it?"

"Yeppers!"

"Well, OK, then!" 

That's me....Happy as can be. My new bonded leather (Naugahyde) sofas arrive Friday. I know it's not leather, hooligans, and I know it's not quality, hooligans. But, ya know what? I don't give a flying fiddle of fart, as my mother would say. We have two children and a dog and a cat and we're messy folks. I got the warranty on the cheap and it gives our guests and us something better to sit on than bean bags or, frankly, nothing at all. 

Besides, my goal was to spend less than, let's say, "150.00" (that's a made up price), but what was paid was "177.00", so I think I did good on the haggling.

And then, she did good. That is all, hooligans. Have a great Wednesday.

Love,

Eating Bon-Bons

I'm not certain where the housewife, lazing about, eating bon-bons mentality came from really. I'm sure there are ladies who have nannies and chefs and chauffeurs and maids and the list goes on and on. 

The reality is that the majority of us stay at home moms are ALL of those above and more. I know I'm lucky to get something to eat that isn't leftover on one of the kids' plates, so I certainly don't have time for lounging with chocolates. 

Don't get me wrong...I DO have down time, just not much of it and not in one big lump sum. I might have five minutes here, 15 minutes there, so it's catch as catch can. 

It's okay. I'm used to it. Along with all my written lists I mentioned earlier, I have the on-going mental list that plays in my head. That's for all the little details, too small and insignificant to write on a list, but still need doing anyway - things like "replace toilet paper in upstairs bathrooms" or "gather up coupons and put in one folder" or "print out reminders for X, Y or Z". 

These thoughts are often interrupted by other thoughts: "The dog is awfully quiet. Wonder what she's into?" (followed by me getting up to discover what the dog is into and losing all other thought patterns). Or, "Remember, today is Tuesday." (or whatever day it is). And there's always "Don't forget to put on lipstick before you go out!" That's an important one. Priorities people. I have to have priorities!! 

And all this long winded bullcrap is to say I have a busy day today. And, it started at about 5 this morning, but will really start hopping after I get the Evil Twin fed for breakfast and get out the door for a myriad of errands. I have phone calls to make, too, so we'll see how it all fits together today. There may be some spill over for tomorrow. Can't be helped, really. 

There's only so many hours in a day and I have to sleep at some point. I also have several books in various amounts of "read" material on my Kindle. I save those for when I'm waiting to pick Sissy up from school. I like to get there a little early, so I can nab a decent parking spot. I may have to wait 20 - 25 minutes until the afternoon bell rings, but at least I have a good spot and I can read to occupy myself. It's all good. 

Well, hooligans...I'm off to get my Tuesday ramped up. I hope y'all have a great one! 

Love,