A Mom's 24 hours in 2:55

I know. I know. Everyone's probably already seen this. But I finally just listened to it the whole way through and it's truly hysterical.

New Level "Kid Rock Cool"

As you may or may not know.....Kid Rock's new CD hit the stores today. I've only been waiting for a couple of years for a new one so I was REALLY looking forward to it.

One problem. The CD player in my Expedition has been broken for a couple of months. Can you say "Kid Rock road rage screamin' at the world music" withdrawal? =O

On the way out the door to get the CD I see my salvation. Prissy's "Strawberry Shortcake" CD player. I get ta thinkin'. Hey, I got an inverter thingy....I can take that and play my new CD on it in the car! WOO HOO, ME!

Wait. Lordhavemercy. I think I can guarantee that I'm the only one with this scene happenin' in their car.....




Yeah.....I'm heavy. Too cool. You want to be like me, dontcha? ROFLMBO!
Girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, eh?

Putting $ where your mouth is.....

While checking out the local news online this morning, I came across this story on KWTX.com about Waco hair stylist, Monica Keesee, truly putting her $ where her mouth is. Monica works at Stylist & Co. Hair Dressers of Waco. Having been affected by the heartache of breast cancer with her mother's diagnosis, her heart truly is filled with the need to help advance the cure.

With October being "Breast Cancer Awareness Month," Monica is donating 100% of what she makes in the salon to breast cancer research. 100%! That's called, "ALL IN."

When Sheman Nugent heard of Monica's generosity, she and Ted came up with their own and they said they will match her donations this month. The ball is rolling. I wonder who else in our community will step up next?

Moving some stuff....

I have moved the updates on the murder trial over to a new blog. I didn't want that so tangled up in my personal space. But I wanted to chronicle it because it's important to me and also people have asked me to send them links and info and this way I can have it all in one place.

Don't Even Get Me Started

Hilarious Bus Moment!

Brody has been doing really pretty well getting up at 6:00 and out by the mailbox by 6:45. The bus officially comes at 6:55 but they've been known to get here as early as 6:48 and I do NOT want the bus waiting for my kid. So I aim to get him out there by 6:45. He's usually waiting 3-10 minutes. But I'd rather him be the one to wait.

He had a hard time getting up this morning. Dilly-dallied his way through breakfast and getting ready. Was still brushing his teeth (after playing with toothpaste for 5 minutes) and walking around the house brushing his teeth. (Dh does this, too, and it bugs the shat out of me totally!) And Brody's in the kitchen brushing and walking around.

Chris picks up Sabrina's pink backpack and heads out to the mailbox. Barefoot, shorts and a white undershirt. Pretends like he's Brody (in a veeeery special prissy non-boy way) waiting for the bus that will literally show up at any milisecond. I'm standing at open front door. I see him out there. I laugh and say where Bro and Chris can hear it, "Ohhhh, Brody. You look soooo cute out there waiting for the bus with your pink backpack. Woo hoo!" Chris hams it up. He starts doing the "old crazy hillbilly man on the front porch scratch." You know the one. Scratch here there, lifts his tshirt up to scratch and rub his belly. I almost pee in my pants laughing and whistling and describing to Brody because he can't see him. "OH, baby, take it off." He does. He takes his shirt off! ROFL!! Waiting for the bus....well, because someone needs to be there when it gets there, right? Brody snarks, drops his toothbrush in the trash accidentally and scrabbles out the door to stop the insanity. I'm still PIMP. The bus gets there just as Brody takes over his position. He was trying not to laugh too hard even though he was mortified, I'm sure. ;)

I'm baaaaaaaack.......

Yuppers. Been MIA for months. But I miss having a place to journal my thoughts and also the daily funnies, crazies and groans of life. So I'm back. I know I'm my only audience most of the time, but that's alright. At least I'm keeping a journal that I can look back on and laugh, or cry, or choke, or fall alseep to. ;)

My old template just crapped out on me and I lost some of my template images. I was getting tired of it anyway so instead of fixing it, I'm just going to look for another one. Just plain ol' white for now. B.O.R.I.N.G.

Just had me ROFLing

Thanks to my friend Wendy that sent this to me in an email. I did have to think for a few seconds to figure it out. Assumed it was something sexual that I wasn't "getting" but it's not. It's a clean funny. ;)

Press 1?

Good question.

Mom Jeans

Oh, my word. I finally picked myself up off the floor. This is hysterical. I know it's not new but it's new to me.

"God's Gonna Cut You Down"

Beautiful. Simple. Amazing. True.

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news
My head's been wet with the midnight dew
I've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from Galilee
He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, "John go do My will!"

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin' in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as God made black and white
What's done in the dark will be brought to the light

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down

I love that such a wide range of people came together for this video and this tribute to Johnny Cash. And I love that they can all come and publically admit that while they have at times had the world at their feet, they have all also fallen.....been "cut down" in different ways. They are also admitting thier belief in God and His power, His love and His discipline. Well, that's my take on it anyway. I'm sure it speaks differently to different people. I found a list of the people in the video and thought I'd post that here as well. What a WIDE range of Johnny Cash lovers....

Iggy Pop
Kanye West
Chris Martin
Kris Kristofferson
Patty Smith
Terrence Howard
Flea
Q-Tip
Adam Levine (Maroon 5)
Chris Rock
Justin Timberlake
Kate Moss
Sir Peter Blake
Sheryl Crow
Dennis Hopper
Woody Harrelson
Amy Lee (Evanescence)
Tommy Lee
Dixie Chicks
Mick Jones
Sharon Stone
Bono
Shelby Lynne
Anthony Kiedis
Travis Barker
Lisa Marie Presley
Kid Rock
Jay Z
Keith Richards
Billy Gibbons
Corinne Bailey Rae
Johnny Depp
Graham Nash
Brian Wilson
Rick Rubin
Owen Wilson

Oh, hellyeah.......

O.M.G.
I did it.
30 mins cardio......249 cals.
Kick ass leg workout.
Ouch.
30 more minutes cardio again.....251 cals.
You don't to be me when I first sit down tomorrow.
If you lift......and do legs........next morning......you crawl out of bed.
Right?
Sit on potty.
OUCH going down.
OUCH on the landing.
OUCH (holding onto cabinet next to you).
OH, yeah...........
Welcome back, Shannon.

Trying to be good....

I'm trying to be "good", really, I am. I'd say my eating is about 70% better. Chris has had to drag my butt to the gym but once I'm there, I'm lovin' it. I'm going to try to journal my progress here. It helps to be held accountable. Plus when I reach my goal, I can look back here at all my mitching and moaning. lol
Got to the gym about 4 times in the last week....maybe 5? I've finally covered every body part in the "welcome back to the gym, don't kill yourself, just wake us up gently" phase. I've spent more than my fair share on the elliptical. I'll take a pic of my fat face later. No real changes anyway.

Weight: 154.6

I can't believe I'm admitting that. I haven't been this heavy (unpregnant) EVER! i can't believe I've let myself go this much. Things have been really tough the last couple years but that's no excuse to abuse myself and let years go by unfit and feeling and looking like crap.

"Will settle for" Goal: 140 at the most
"Will be thrilled" Goal: 132-135

I want to lose the love handles.
I want to wear everything in my closet.
I want to be the first one to don the bikini, not the last (covered up, after dark, and not a bikini)
I want to feel confident again.
I want to make the most out of what I have.
I want to have a kick-ass summer!
I want to feel good.

"Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels."

Today: 30 minutes cardio and working legs - then if my legs aren't noodles, 30 more minutes cardio
I will eat well today. Promise.

Happy Birthday, Kiiiiiiiid!

Love ya, Kid! Happy Birthday!

My BIG FAT Face!

First, yes, I'm still alive.

First question: How does time get away from us so fast?
Second question: How come it doesn't really register how fat you've let yourself get until you see yourself in holiday photographs? Huh? Huh? Someone tell me. LOL

I don't do New Year's resolutions. I think they are doomed to peter out and I don't need anymore bad mojo in sticking to a plan to get myself back in shape. But I just must. I turned 38 last weekend and I am still in shock. 38? How could that be?

Thing is I know I can do it. I know how to do it. I have an amazing supportive dh. We have the most awesome gym. I have the flexible schedule to allow it. I just haven't done it lately at all. I can't figure myself out. Well, I just need to stop trying to figure it out and....well......JUST DO IT! Eh?

I'm too embarrassed to post full body pics now so I'll start with posting a face shot. You can soooooo see it in my face. I'll post one each week for comparison. When I'm not too ashamed of my body, I'll post body shots. I need accountability. I don't want to be the woman hosting pool parties every weekend but afraid to put the swimsuit on until it's dark....if at all.

Here's my sweet baby girl and my big fat face.
Week 1:

Incredibly MIA!

1. I'm back.
2. I doubted I would be.
3. Blood pressure is evening out.
4. I'm back to my Adderall as a result.
5. It's a lower dose than normal but enough to keep me awake.
6. Work schedule (stress that made my bp shoot up to 191/114) has lessened.
7. My Mom's health has improved quite a bit.
8. That's such a relief to see.
9. 2 people on her wing died yesterday.
10. Not so good to see.
11. Sabrina lost a tooth yesterday.
12. Tooth fairy had the money ready but forget to get it under the pillow.
13. Bad tooth fairy.
14. But as I was helping her search, I found the $ that she dropped beside the bed.
15. Tooth fairy also forgot to take her tooth.
16. I explained that the fairy must be getting old.
17. Just focus on the $, baby.
18 I'm getting back on the saddle of trying to get our business website designed.
19. It's been a long time since I worked with Front Page.
20. Arg.
21. But it's the kind of challenge I love.
22. Our pool is green.
23. And we are the pool people.
24. Dh went out of town for a week.
25. Came back bald.
26. =O
27. But I think I like it.
28. Sabrina cried.
29. Lucy (our chihuahua) barked like hell.
30. Brody isn't a fan.
31. I think he will be.
32. It's cool.
33. The kids and I did lots of letterboxing while dh was out of town.
34. Took tons of pictures.
35. Will post those in a bit.
36. Time to get kids ready for school.
37. Oh, have I mentioned how much I hate our public school experience thus far?
38. How much does private school cost these days?
39. Grrr.....
40. I have no idea why I numbered this post.

Need. More. Coffee.

Team Hoyt!

Team Hoyt - Truly one of THE most inspiring and touching teams ever.....

[From Sports Illustrated, By Rick Reilly]

I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay for their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots.

But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck.

Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a wheelchair, but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day.

Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U. S. on a bike. Makes taking your son bowling look a little lame, right?

And what has Rick done for his father? Not much--except save his life.

This love story began in Winchester, Mass., 43 years ago, when Rick was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs."He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life,'' Dick says doctors told him and his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. ``Put him in an Institution.''But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the Engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was anything to help the boy communicate. ``No way,'' Dick says he was told. ``There's nothing going on in his brain.''"Tell him a joke,'' Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a lot was going on in his brain. Rigged up with a computer that allowed him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? ``Go Bruins!'' And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the school organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, ``Dad, I want to do that.''Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described ``porker'' who never ran more than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he tried. ``Then it was me who was handicapped,'' Dick says. ``I was sore for two weeks.''

That day changed Rick's life. ``Dad,'' he typed, ``when we were running, It felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!''

And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.

``No way,'' Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then they found a way to get into the race officially: in 1983, they ran another marathon so fast they made the qualifying time for Boston the following year.

Then somebody said, ``Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?''

How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick tried.

Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii. It must be a buzz kill to be a 25-year-old stud getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you think?

Hey, Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? ``No way,'' he says. Dick does it purely for ``the awesome feeling'' he gets seeing Rick with a cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.

This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things, happens to be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the time.

``No question about it,'' Rick types. ``My dad is the Father of the Century.''

And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries was 95% clogged. ``If you hadn't been in such great shape,'' one doctor told him, ``you probably would've died 15 years ago.''

So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life.

Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass., always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father's Day.

That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy.

``The thing I'd most like,'' Rick types, ``is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once.''

And the video:

I'm alive again...

Whew...
After almost 2 weeks of Zombieland, I feel like I'm crawling out of the hole. There may be a light up there somewhere. I went back to doc for follow-up appointment to check my blood pressure again. The bp meds have helped quite a bit and getting off the Adderall has helped that, too. I gained 5 lbs in less than 2 weeks! YUCK! ANd I told him I was sleeping on and off all day, and it was interfering with me being able to work, parent my kids, tend to my Mom, clean the house, etc; ad naseum;
He said he wanted me to have my bp at or below 120/80 on a regular basis before he'd consider putting me back on Adderall. But he did give me some samples of a med called Provigil. He said it was prescribed for narcolepsy and other sleep "disorders" and it was off-label used for ADD and sometimes weight loss. And it didn't tend to raise bp like other stuff did. Hmmmmm.... It's not an all-over stimulant like Adderall. It stimulates the "wakefullness" part of your brian. Bring it on!
This morning brought me the first clear bit of wakefulness I'd had in a couple weeks. I can't tell you how much better I feel. Alert. Focused. And I give a flip. lol I cleaned for about 2 hours to get rid of the clutter and stuff I'd let pile up over the past few days. I am so happy to see my house in decent shape again. I'm so glad to not have crawled back in bed again. Whew. Again.
Now......comes the fun of getting my big 'ol butt back to working out and cutting the salt and fat!! I have to. Doc said that working out and watching what you eat can lower the top number by 10 and the bottom one by 5. Since I don't want to die this year, I guess I'll have to get back to the old routines of caring about my body. After the last two years of the trials and tribulations of my Mom's illnessess, I know it's time to get back to the things that kept me going and happy and well all the years before.

Can I get a spot?

A lil Pre-Halloween Spider Action

2 days ago, dh comes home with a couple of new friends he found at a pool we're remodeling.

Miss Trap Spider & Miss Tarantula

Aren't they just too cute? :::::@@:::::
We let the tarantula go and after reading up on them, I wish we had kept her. Apparently they make great, low-maintenance interesting pets. Our good friends have one they bought at a pet store and have really enjoyed her.

Although these gals came from somewhere else, WE happen to live in SPIDER HILL. I dubbed it that within months of us moving here almost 10 years ago. But these are the ones we dread finding:


Ms Black Widow & Miss Brown Recluse

And for good measure: Here is Ms Black Widow with all her lovely little babies! Awwwww........

Then one more character from last night. After I took a couple of pics of the new "gals" I looked up and saw one of my own (Orb Weaver) "staring right at me".......or so it seems. She looks like she's multitasking, looks very busy and looks very pissed that I am taking her picture in such an unflattering view.

I like her!
Carry on.

Fright Fest 2006

Fright Fest 2006
Six Flags Over Texas

Weather was perfect! No sweat-drip fest like in August! We went again with friends and the kids had a blast....I got my pics. It'sallgood!
Again, for the record. I hate rides. My stomach does NOT tolerate. lol So as you'll see, Sabrina and I spent LOTS of time together whilst the others stood in line for and rode the big rides. Eeeeek! Shriek! And all that good stuff!!

Can't wait for the real HALLOWEEN!!!!

Coupla funnies..

I'm so sorry.
Don't know why I feel I must say that.
But I do.
I'm that way.
But I find this hysterically funny!

:::::::REMOVED THAT VIDEO::::::::::
Sorry! I watched most of that video I had posted here but got called away the last couple minutes. Just assumed it stayed funny. But it got bad. Well, it's all bad but it got the kind of bad I don't want to endorse here. Sorry again. Now, this next one is funny and not the bad I don't want. lol

Yeah......sorry.
This one, too.




Thanks to ScienTOMogy for the chuckles......


Scientology

Xenu, Body Thetans, Katie and Posh

Something about this:

Among these advanced teachings, one episode revealed
to those who reach OT level III has been much remarked upon: the story of Xenu
and his Galactic Confederacy. Xenu (sometimes Xemu) is introduced as an alien
ruler of the "Galactic Confederacy" who, 75 million years ago, brought billions
of people to Earth in spacecraft resembling Douglas DC-8 airliners, stacked them
around volcanoes and blew them up with hydrogen bombs. Their souls then
clustered together and stuck to the bodies of the living. The alien souls
continue to do this today, causing a variety of physical ill-effects in
modern-day humans. Hubbard called these clustered spirits "Body Thetans," and
the advanced levels place considerable emphasis on isolating them and
neutralizing their ill effects.

and this:



just seems so perfect.....

Related Tags: Tom, Katie, Scientology

Zombie Me

Today sucked.
More than I imagined.

Look up "Adderall withdrawal" and add taking blood pressure meds for the first time alongside the cold-turkey giveup.
Good news:
I checked my blood pressure on the way to work and it was 150/96. Big improvement from yesterday. At that time, my heart rate was 97. Within a couple hours, my heart rate was at 70. I live at 90-100. Always have. Even before 3 years of Adderall.

I fell asleep twice at work. Thank God we're slow in the store right now. I fell asleep in the parking lot at the kids' school for a few minutes before I went in to get them. Drug my ass to see Mom and take care of a couple things for her. Almost fell alseep there waiting to help her change into her nightgown because at that very moment my semi-existant brother calls. Mom knows I'm not doing alright. She tells said brother that she has to go, even though she misses him and wants to talk to him. I change her. Stock her up on night-time things.

Drive through Bush's Chicken for dinner. Get home. Put out plates and ketchup. Tell kids, "Help yourself to dinner. Get as much of your homework done as you can on your own. Mommy has to lay down a few minutes. Stay inside."

2.5 hours later.......I make myself get up. Still a zombie. Couple hours after that, dh comes home. I'm still not speaking to him. Well, a couple of work-related calls today that I had to check on something with him for to get back to a customer. One of those was while I was driving to get the kids from school. He had a smarty question:

"So.....you're still alive?"
I don't give a shit today. "I"m talking, aren't I?"
"Yeah."
"K. Bye."

Somehow I feel better now at 10:something at night than I have all day. But I'm still about 5% me.

Can't wait to do it all over again tomorrow.

She's gonna blow.........

I wrote this late last night....before I konked out.

Tomorrow.......Will not be fun.
Will be scary.
Will be "sink or swim" for Momma. <-- me
Apparently, I am a walking timebomb. Go me! Not. My blood pressure has been rising and rising. Something made me check it about this time last week while waiting for a prescription to be filled. Sat down at the blood pressure check thingy. 140ish/ 99ish Okay. Mental note. (Not written down...that's why I can't be specific.) Next day. Same. Next day. Little higher. Yesterday 10-2-06 (started writing it down)
2:30 pm 151/104
7:00 pm 160/104
This little bit of information was fun. We are renewing dh's life insurance. Last Thursday, dh and the nurse made a time to come to our house for his physical. I found out only when........after finally getting home from all the work, my Mom, kids and shit......while sitting down with Brody and his 4th grade math homework (ARG!) the phone rings. I don't recognize the number. Don't answer.
Hear answering maching: Hi, Chris. This is Stacey. Just checking to make sure you're home. I'm almost there." I think customer. Immediately. Knowing nothing of alleged appointment. I call Chris. Busy. Busy. 3rd time's the charm: "Please tell me someone named Stacey isn't pulling up in our driveway any second." Dh: "Someone named Stacey is pulling up in our driveway any minute. For my physical. I'm about 15 minutes away."
Frantically clean up so I'm not embarrassed for anyone to see that my once very clean home is a wreck with my new "schedule." Could have contributed to my bp reading.
Today 10-3-06
9:00 am 180/112
Call the doctor.
1:30 pm (at the doctor's) 191/114



Yeah, I'm crawling out of my fucking skin.

But I'm to cold turkey the Adderall and birth control pills. BC pills, I'm not worried about. Dh is fixed. But I've been taking Adderall for 3 years now. But one of the main side effects of it is high blood pressure. He doesn't want to put me on a 3rd med just so I can continue to take 2 other "non critical" meds. Adderall....It's what keeps my eyes open. It's what makes me get shit done. It's been 3 years now that my house has been kept clean with no worries of surprise visitors (not counting the last 2 months I've been up at the shop almost everyday). It's been 3 years that I've kept an anal to-do list and got it done, mostly. It's been 3 years since I dozed off while driving on an almost daily basis. And in that 3 years, my responsibilities have quadrupled. I'd make it a bigger word but I don't know the word for hundred-rupled. I'm scared to face my life and responsibilities now with the person I was 3 years ago......sleepy, unfocused and ever forgetful.

Last night when the nurse took my bp, Dh is so smug. You need to get off that Adderall. Just work out more. Eat better. Just take care of yourself. No shit, Sherlock. Yeah, I about hit him. I should have. The nurse even said so. He has no fucking clue.

Tonight, I did all the usual homework, showers, drying hair, dinner, Lego building stuff that thrills Brody.......I'm really needing to sit down and chat with Barbara and Val and another friend that's IMg me that gives a shit.....and let it out with those that understand. Can't. I start to cry but am really working to hide it. (Oh, yeah, dh actually came home before bedtime........I'm guessin' to maybe "help?" I'd of done better with him not coming home until after bedtime. But a gal can't tell her "helping hubby" that now, can she?)

I feel him not understanding and getting pissy....although I haven't come in here an got "on the puter" since he got home........I come in here. Feel his "it".

Then pop out and say, "I'm just not looking forward to tomorrow. I'm worried. I'm scared I'm just going to suck."
He says, "So what.......you're getting a jump start?"
"On what, sucking?"
"No, your attitude."
I close door. Take a breath. Then tell him, "There isn't anything you could have said that would hurt worse. You plain just don't know me anymore."

Close door. Cry an hour. Worry about tomorrow and next week and on and on. He's sound asleep. My freakin' comatose partner in life. You aren't supposed to quit Adderall cold turkey. APPARENTLY, I have to. Yay, me. Oh, and I'm on blood pressures meds....for a while if not indefinately. I asked him when do I start. He said, "I'm going to look in my office for samples while the nurse does your EKG. I want you to take the first pill as soon as your hand can find a beverage to wash it down with. Okay? Then first thing in the morning each day." So I will become the fucking, forgetful sleepy zombie I was before.......compounded with lowering blood pressure meds. Can't wait to see how that feels. I'm going to suck. But I'll have my blood pressure lowered. Oh, and if I'm lucky, after a month I can get off the blood pressure meds and "just" control it with diet and exercise......you know, in my free time with my free energy.

Go me.

I love Halloween!

Officially October! Let the fun begin!
We just LOVE Halloween and all things macabre. Well, not all. I saw a few things in the "Spirit Halloween" store tonight that I could live without seeing again. But you know......I'm love all things macabre....minus: rats, roaches, dismembered body parts and Satan.
Here's my Halloween "look" and I just wish I could dress like this every day of the month.



Oh, and by the way.........here's what I did to dh:


Pretty decent for a first-time star thrower....eh?

HYSTERICAL!

Rosie