I got my blogging hat back on. It's a dunce hat, but a hat no less.
Know what I did today?
I didn't think so. About a month ago we hired "professionals" to do a winter clean up in the back 40. We waited, and then we waited some more. Nothing "professional" happened back there. In fact, it was starting to resemble a large bowl of oatmeal, with dog shit floating on top along with broken tree branches for dessert.
No good ever comes out of anyone we hire to do something at our house. Never. A couple of years ago, I hired carpet cleaners to do the rugs, ... they dropped some heavy equipment and it slammed into a wall and put a hole in it. It took a month to have it fixed, and it still looks like shit. The paint did not match. We had new flooring put in the kitchen, and the guy put too much glue where the flooring met the carpet, and there is a lump. I see it everyday, and I want to thump him each morning before I have my coffee. I can't let it go. When we first moved here, I hired a reputable company to fertilize our lawn to keep it green and shiny. About two weeks later it was dead as a doornail. Brown. It went from luscious to dead. Apparently an employee had an issue with the company and sprayed "Round Up" on all his calls that day. The company's insurance covered it, but the guys who redid it made a shitty job. It was never the same. Such is our life. About three years ago we hired a landscaping company to shore up the topsoil in the garden, and in the back yard. They put down "dust." I could have taken all the dust out of my house and put in the back yard and let it blow away, instead of paying them for dust. Until today, what dust they put down and didn't fly away, will not nourish a plant, and when we mow the lawn we have to wear gas masks. No good ever comes of phoning "professionals."
Gord has been phoning "professionals" all this week to come and look at the crack in the basement wall that has been causing us all the grief in spring with flooding. No good will come of this. No good... at all. If we hire him, either he won't show up, or he will further damage the wall, or he will set fire to our house.
Fortunately Gord is an Appliance Repair Tech, so we don't have to phone "professionals" to fix our appliances. But, it is odd, that when one has a "professional" at hand, how long it takes him to address the problem at home? Apparently, his customers come first. Well, at least he hasn't ever broken anything, or killed someone. Not yet..anyway.
Just a PS...
Sunday Night Supper:
Cut up 3 fresh chicken tits..um three breasts..slap me!
Garlic & onion
Fry it all up...add 1 can of reduced salt and fat mushroom soup (which I like to refer to as dishwater)along with 1/2 cup of chicken broth, then add two cups of mixed veggies of your choice. I added a generous amount of Mrs. Dash Original Seasoning Blend, plus pepper. Mix it all about. Let simmer for a year. Serve with brown rice.
Actually it was very good. We will have the rest for lunch tomorrow on toast. If we live.
I seriously want a banana cream pie...the whole pie...not just a slice. I can taste it. ... balonie is still sitting on my shoulder whispering evil thoughts in my head and I can feel her breath in my ear...bitch. But,....banana cream pie, KFC...how much longer can I hold out. HALP
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Bahh Humbug
Did you know you have to refucking type all your links when you change your template.
It's a good thing it's a long weekend.
I got tired of those birds flapping up there, I think this looks much more professional, and as you know I'm all about being that...paleeeese.
I'm off to do some grocery shopping. I'm going to Superstore, so I have to put on my Sumo wrestling gear, because I'm going have to wrassell a whole bunch of foreigners for a cart. Buying KFC would be so much easier. Nice greasy KFC.yum. lalalalala, I can't hear you balonie.
It's a good thing it's a long weekend.
I got tired of those birds flapping up there, I think this looks much more professional, and as you know I'm all about being that...paleeeese.
I'm off to do some grocery shopping. I'm going to Superstore, so I have to put on my Sumo wrestling gear, because I'm going have to wrassell a whole bunch of foreigners for a cart. Buying KFC would be so much easier. Nice greasy KFC.yum. lalalalala, I can't hear you balonie.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Why is there air?
Bill Cosby asked this at one time (before most of you were born); he said, .....to blow up basketballs!
You are probably asking yourselves ..why is Joan using the ; after that sentence? I like using the ; when I feel like it. I have no regard for puncuation and sentence structure. I think I should use it more often, because it's the most lonely part of my keyboard, and I need to keep them all happy. I am all about keeping the peace.
I haven't used # for sometime. # has been bugging me for years...whining and crying..why aren't you using me? I sent # an email yesterday telling him,I don't need me no crybabies #. And don't be telling me you will need me when I using my cell phone.
Then % got on my case. Well, for the loveofmike, % percentage, how often do I use you? Once? Twice? a year? Go and take a backseat until I do my taxes next year. And by the by, I was not happy with my tax return.
*.. I hate you star. Everytime I have to call someone I have to press the *.. like who the hell do you think you are? A star? I don't think so, I am the star of my blog, so push off.
&... I likes you. You always give the pleasure of saying "and" without having to type it out..I loves you.
$ sign.. You are right up there with percentage...I gots no use for you.
^ I like you, you are perky, and that is all.
() I like youse guys because you give virtual hugs.
@ I like you too because you don't me type it all out AND you just look so cute.
+ hmmmmm you got it going on...life always looks better when you are around.
- Go to hell
_ underscore... hmmm .. you are an evasive little bitch. I haven't figured you out yet. I don't trust you.
= Equal, is my friend, damit, I am a Libra and proud of it. I do a balancing act everyday.
! Oh how I love you explanion mark, you rock my world. I don't know how I would have ever blogged without you.
So that is why there is air...because I am full of hot bullshit air. I got enough for all of you.
You are probably asking yourselves ..why is Joan using the ; after that sentence? I like using the ; when I feel like it. I have no regard for puncuation and sentence structure. I think I should use it more often, because it's the most lonely part of my keyboard, and I need to keep them all happy. I am all about keeping the peace.
I haven't used # for sometime. # has been bugging me for years...whining and crying..why aren't you using me? I sent # an email yesterday telling him,I don't need me no crybabies #. And don't be telling me you will need me when I using my cell phone.
Then % got on my case. Well, for the loveofmike, % percentage, how often do I use you? Once? Twice? a year? Go and take a backseat until I do my taxes next year. And by the by, I was not happy with my tax return.
*.. I hate you star. Everytime I have to call someone I have to press the *.. like who the hell do you think you are? A star? I don't think so, I am the star of my blog, so push off.
&... I likes you. You always give the pleasure of saying "and" without having to type it out..I loves you.
$ sign.. You are right up there with percentage...I gots no use for you.
^ I like you, you are perky, and that is all.
() I like youse guys because you give virtual hugs.
@ I like you too because you don't me type it all out AND you just look so cute.
+ hmmmmm you got it going on...life always looks better when you are around.
- Go to hell
_ underscore... hmmm .. you are an evasive little bitch. I haven't figured you out yet. I don't trust you.
= Equal, is my friend, damit, I am a Libra and proud of it. I do a balancing act everyday.
! Oh how I love you explanion mark, you rock my world. I don't know how I would have ever blogged without you.
So that is why there is air...because I am full of hot bullshit air. I got enough for all of you.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Bummer
Blogger wanted you to know just how much my bum hurts, and posted the lame blog twice. Wow, you would have thought it was worth posting.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
My bum hurts
When I'm sitting in a chair. Methinks I have lost too much fat on my already bony ass!!
Speaking about weight loss, why does the weight loss NOT choose the area you want it to first? Try the midsection... y'know where the belly button meets your tits. I am perfectly happy with my non existent hips and skinny ass, JUST TAKE SOME OFF MY BELLY SO I CAN WEAR LOW RISE JEANS..OKAY?
I'm thinking, exercise might be the way to go to get all my parts looking ummm balanced. But, would that help me with the bum hurting? I don't think so. So, I have eliminated that thought off my list. I will put up with boneyasshurting, until I loose enough weight and if it still hurts I will get softer chairs. Or...buy some of those ass padders..Have you seen them? Nice little foamy crap you put on your arse area to make it look bigger!! I might even get me some of those what we used to call "falsies." My breasts are getting non existent. I see people on the street staring at me wondering what gender I am. Especially on the days I forget to remove my facial hair.
It's all about your personal image isn't it? Apparently I have been forgetting about that, judging from the 4 inch hairs jutting up from my winter leg collection. Gawd, it took so long to grow it, how can I live without it?..now that it's all soft and BLACK...
Did you know... that when you get older your leg hair doesn't get all hard and sharp anymore when you shave it...not mine anyway. I'm guessing, if you have shaved it enough over the years, and broken up all the follicles, and scared them. You win. And that my friends is the only thing you win, Trust me.
Speaking about weight loss, why does the weight loss NOT choose the area you want it to first? Try the midsection... y'know where the belly button meets your tits. I am perfectly happy with my non existent hips and skinny ass, JUST TAKE SOME OFF MY BELLY SO I CAN WEAR LOW RISE JEANS..OKAY?
I'm thinking, exercise might be the way to go to get all my parts looking ummm balanced. But, would that help me with the bum hurting? I don't think so. So, I have eliminated that thought off my list. I will put up with boneyasshurting, until I loose enough weight and if it still hurts I will get softer chairs. Or...buy some of those ass padders..Have you seen them? Nice little foamy crap you put on your arse area to make it look bigger!! I might even get me some of those what we used to call "falsies." My breasts are getting non existent. I see people on the street staring at me wondering what gender I am. Especially on the days I forget to remove my facial hair.
It's all about your personal image isn't it? Apparently I have been forgetting about that, judging from the 4 inch hairs jutting up from my winter leg collection. Gawd, it took so long to grow it, how can I live without it?..now that it's all soft and BLACK...
Did you know... that when you get older your leg hair doesn't get all hard and sharp anymore when you shave it...not mine anyway. I'm guessing, if you have shaved it enough over the years, and broken up all the follicles, and scared them. You win. And that my friends is the only thing you win, Trust me.
My bum hurts
When I'm sitting in a chair. Methinks I have lost too much fat on my already bony ass!!
Speaking about weight loss, why does the weight loss NOT choose the area you want it to first? Try the midsection... y'know where the belly button meets your tits. I am perfectly happy with my non existent hips and skinny ass, JUST TAKE SOME OFF MY BELLY SO I CAN WEAR LOW RISE JEANS..OKAY?
I'm thinking, exercise might be the way to go to get all my parts looking ummm balanced. But, would that help me with the bum hurting? I don't think so. So, I have eliminated that thought off my list. I will put up with boneyasshurting, until I loose enough weight and if it still hurts I will get softer chairs. Or...buy some of those ass padders..Have you seen them? Nice little foamy crap you put on your arse area to make it look bigger!! I might even get me some of those what we used to call "falsies." My breasts are getting non existent. I see people on the street staring at me wondering what gender I am. Especially on the days I forget to remove my facial hair.
It's all about your personal image isn't it? Apparently I have been forgetting about that, judging from the 4 inch hairs jutting up from my winter leg collection. Gawd, it took so long to grow it, how can I live without it?..now that it's all soft and BLACK...
Did you know... that when you get older your leg hair doesn't get all hard and sharp anymore when you shave it...not mine anyway. I'm guessing, if you have shaved it enough over the years, and broken up all the follicles, and scared them. You win. And that my friends is the only thing you win, Trust me.
Speaking about weight loss, why does the weight loss NOT choose the area you want it to first? Try the midsection... y'know where the belly button meets your tits. I am perfectly happy with my non existent hips and skinny ass, JUST TAKE SOME OFF MY BELLY SO I CAN WEAR LOW RISE JEANS..OKAY?
I'm thinking, exercise might be the way to go to get all my parts looking ummm balanced. But, would that help me with the bum hurting? I don't think so. So, I have eliminated that thought off my list. I will put up with boneyasshurting, until I loose enough weight and if it still hurts I will get softer chairs. Or...buy some of those ass padders..Have you seen them? Nice little foamy crap you put on your arse area to make it look bigger!! I might even get me some of those what we used to call "falsies." My breasts are getting non existent. I see people on the street staring at me wondering what gender I am. Especially on the days I forget to remove my facial hair.
It's all about your personal image isn't it? Apparently I have been forgetting about that, judging from the 4 inch hairs jutting up from my winter leg collection. Gawd, it took so long to grow it, how can I live without it?..now that it's all soft and BLACK...
Did you know... that when you get older your leg hair doesn't get all hard and sharp anymore when you shave it...not mine anyway. I'm guessing, if you have shaved it enough over the years, and broken up all the follicles, and scared them. You win. And that my friends is the only thing you win, Trust me.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
I'm getting pissed
Looks like haloscan thinks I need to post more often, my comments disappeared. Haloscan I'm givin you the stink finger, see me?
Finally I have an evening where I am not chopping, stir frying, meat cleaving and making more work than food should have to be. I bought processed food..yikes..don't kill me it's only frozen chicken burgers, but someone else other than me made them, so it's gotta be good. ANYTHING will be good as long as I don't have to cook it. Why don't they have low fat, cholesterol and trans fat free KFC? Why? I am sure they have a marketing department at KFC that would realize if you kill off of dem ole folks .. it's over baby. The new generation is on to you KFC. But, if you think of it, if they take the skin off the chicken, and bread it with the special seasoning and leave out the salt, and then deep fry it in Canola oil..what's left? Nakid KFC. They will have to call it NKFC for ole farts. Opps NKFCFOF. Sounds impressive, I will order it now, as long as I don't have to fucking make IT.If I am sounding desperate ..so be it..I'm so tired.
I guess you know by know, I'm tired of cooking. Oh so tired. Oh so tired.
Tomorrow (Friday)our usual Friday pizza night).. I am ordering in "paper pizza." Paper is low in fat, but very high in fiber, I'm hoping they will have pepperoni graphics on the paper. Make that green pepper, onions, salami, beef, (no chicken) I can't even look a chicken in the beak anymore, never mind her breast. I need me some grease. Just a picture of grease would do me with cheese. Lots of cheese, high fat cheese...please. I will smear it all over my body.
In all my searches for new recipes, I found something we both like, SWEET POTATOES..yummers... we like em baked cut little cubes with a little piss drizzled on them. Just kidding, we don't like that, we would much rather have a little butter of them, but then we say to each other, ...would this be healthy?.. then we put the dishwater I have saved from the day before on them. Yum... and life goes on. Thank God.
See youse guys tomorrow. Our fav next door neighbours are having a hard time right now and need some balonie love. I will tell the story tomorrow.
Just a note...did you know Marie Osmond had 8 kids??? .. I got Larry King on in the background. They only showed her face, her vagina was probably dragging on the ground. Seriously, she looks great, and sounds like such a lovely person.
Finally I have an evening where I am not chopping, stir frying, meat cleaving and making more work than food should have to be. I bought processed food..yikes..don't kill me it's only frozen chicken burgers, but someone else other than me made them, so it's gotta be good. ANYTHING will be good as long as I don't have to cook it. Why don't they have low fat, cholesterol and trans fat free KFC? Why? I am sure they have a marketing department at KFC that would realize if you kill off of dem ole folks .. it's over baby. The new generation is on to you KFC. But, if you think of it, if they take the skin off the chicken, and bread it with the special seasoning and leave out the salt, and then deep fry it in Canola oil..what's left? Nakid KFC. They will have to call it NKFC for ole farts. Opps NKFCFOF. Sounds impressive, I will order it now, as long as I don't have to fucking make IT.If I am sounding desperate ..so be it..I'm so tired.
I guess you know by know, I'm tired of cooking. Oh so tired. Oh so tired.
Tomorrow (Friday)our usual Friday pizza night).. I am ordering in "paper pizza." Paper is low in fat, but very high in fiber, I'm hoping they will have pepperoni graphics on the paper. Make that green pepper, onions, salami, beef, (no chicken) I can't even look a chicken in the beak anymore, never mind her breast. I need me some grease. Just a picture of grease would do me with cheese. Lots of cheese, high fat cheese...please. I will smear it all over my body.
In all my searches for new recipes, I found something we both like, SWEET POTATOES..yummers... we like em baked cut little cubes with a little piss drizzled on them. Just kidding, we don't like that, we would much rather have a little butter of them, but then we say to each other, ...would this be healthy?.. then we put the dishwater I have saved from the day before on them. Yum... and life goes on. Thank God.
See youse guys tomorrow. Our fav next door neighbours are having a hard time right now and need some balonie love. I will tell the story tomorrow.
Just a note...did you know Marie Osmond had 8 kids??? .. I got Larry King on in the background. They only showed her face, her vagina was probably dragging on the ground. Seriously, she looks great, and sounds like such a lovely person.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
I have a disease which is called "low self esteem"...I know it sounds like a catch phrase, but I watched a thing on TV today, which totally opened my eyes. She, was so much like me. Always needing approval, bending over backwards doing for others and not getting any rewards. Always afraid to ask the boss for a raise, just in case he might say "you aren't good enough." The big ole fraidy cat. She was me.
Those days are gone my friends, I'm ready to kick some ass. I have the clothes, the closet to hang them in, plus my handbag to give me the confidence to move on up, as well as the knowledge that makes me keep kissing peoples asses. I'm tired of doing it, and I won't anymore. (you will be proud of me Andie). I not gonna take me no more shitz.
Gord will have to get used to the NEW balonie, I will not suck up to him anymore, asking about this and that. He can tell me, if he feels unwell without me asking..over and over, and if he doesn't like the meals I make... Go out and have yourself a big ole cheeseburger, and croak in the parking lot. It's up to you man. I can't stop you.
That shopping trip on Friday, changed my way of thinking. I actually felt good about myself. It's really bad when you thow your entire self into someone else and worry only about them, whether they care or not. He does care, but I have got so dang controlling, I think I have scared him half to death. (Don't ask me how many times I have made him go to the Doc these last two weeks.) The Doc says he fine, and once again, I have over reacted.
So, I'm not doing any of that shit again. I promise. I will be fine, and he will be finer, without me annoying the crap out of him everytime he make says tells me he is going to be doing some heavy work.
I'll let you guys know tommorow if I get that raise, that I so much deserve.
Those days are gone my friends, I'm ready to kick some ass. I have the clothes, the closet to hang them in, plus my handbag to give me the confidence to move on up, as well as the knowledge that makes me keep kissing peoples asses. I'm tired of doing it, and I won't anymore. (you will be proud of me Andie). I not gonna take me no more shitz.
Gord will have to get used to the NEW balonie, I will not suck up to him anymore, asking about this and that. He can tell me, if he feels unwell without me asking..over and over, and if he doesn't like the meals I make... Go out and have yourself a big ole cheeseburger, and croak in the parking lot. It's up to you man. I can't stop you.
That shopping trip on Friday, changed my way of thinking. I actually felt good about myself. It's really bad when you thow your entire self into someone else and worry only about them, whether they care or not. He does care, but I have got so dang controlling, I think I have scared him half to death. (Don't ask me how many times I have made him go to the Doc these last two weeks.) The Doc says he fine, and once again, I have over reacted.
So, I'm not doing any of that shit again. I promise. I will be fine, and he will be finer, without me annoying the crap out of him everytime he make says tells me he is going to be doing some heavy work.
I'll let you guys know tommorow if I get that raise, that I so much deserve.
Friday, May 04, 2007
I bought me some new dud's
Youse guys have been telling me to do something for myself for awhile now. So, today I went shoppin!! I had a $100.00 dollar gift certificate for Marks Work Warehouse, given to me by our company for obeying the safety rules of the company for whole year. The guys all got jackets, but my boss thought it would be more befitting for me to shop for myself. Which I did. But the bonus was...I had another $10.00 coupon from Marks Work Warehouse, plus and 25% discount from another source with them. I was positively giddy today. Until I entered the store. I haven't been there for about two years, and most of it has been given up to more manly stuff. But, I did find the ladies section, and most everything seemed to be on sale!! Score. I'm thinking they are try to phase us women folk out, bastards!! We need work boots too if only to kick some ass!
Anywho, since I have lost some weight, I thought I would now be able to fit into stuff from a real store. And I did. Big time. I have not bought anything new for over three years, mostly because I am lazy, and hate shopping, plus I was fat. Which makes it depressing.
So...I bought a pair of LEE Jeans, my old fav., a ultra suede jacket(shirt) thing, and a new purse!! I only had an hour or so to do this, but I could have bought more, and I will, because I saved so much money, with my fricking coupons...I have 52.00 bucks left to go there again! ... to rearrange all their Jeans and shirts and tops and never put them back the same way I found them. I found a make work project for the sales clerk. She looked bored anyway.
I took pic's.....here we go.
This was my old Grandma purse. Can you see where I stapled the shoulder strap? I have no shame.
This is my new purse. It is not real leather, but classy none the less. It will carry a ton of crap. I know I will not be happy with it, because the straps are too short and keep falling off my shoulder, but dammit, I will live with it, because I am all about fashion.
Then it was time to unload all my worldly possessions from the ole grandma purse to the new handbag. This one is not a "purse"...it is A "handbag" people. After all I have an image to uphold, now that I'm getting back into the swing of things.
Rubber bands...you never know when you will need one
Wallet...which holds everything which is important in my life
Keys...I have no idea what they are for
Cell phone...would someone call me? It's never rang!
Address book.. my lifesaver
Another book.., which I have never used, but it has a pen attached which could be helpful.
Some change..some candy..and nicorite tabs, just in case of an emergency where I can't smoke and get antsy..and some Tylenol caps for the days when the body aches.
My back-up CD's from work which I stuff in it every Fryday, and other shit.
My new jeans...not MOM jeans..real jean size 12! And mid rise..not low, because I don't want my fat stomach to fall to my feet and ruin the effect.
This is my new ultra suede jacket!! It fits like a glove, and looks soo good with my new fucking jeans!!
Note: size 12.
Check out the savings. I have 52.00 more bucks to go.
I did a fashion show ..
So, tomorrow I'm off to spend the rest, and probably a lot more...because I'm gittin crazy in the head.
I didn't post any pic's of the Lincoln today, because it's been raining but, I just might do a photo op, on Sunday if the rain subsides.
Anywho, since I have lost some weight, I thought I would now be able to fit into stuff from a real store. And I did. Big time. I have not bought anything new for over three years, mostly because I am lazy, and hate shopping, plus I was fat. Which makes it depressing.
So...I bought a pair of LEE Jeans, my old fav., a ultra suede jacket(shirt) thing, and a new purse!! I only had an hour or so to do this, but I could have bought more, and I will, because I saved so much money, with my fricking coupons...I have 52.00 bucks left to go there again! ... to rearrange all their Jeans and shirts and tops and never put them back the same way I found them. I found a make work project for the sales clerk. She looked bored anyway.
I took pic's.....here we go.
This was my old Grandma purse. Can you see where I stapled the shoulder strap? I have no shame.
This is my new purse. It is not real leather, but classy none the less. It will carry a ton of crap. I know I will not be happy with it, because the straps are too short and keep falling off my shoulder, but dammit, I will live with it, because I am all about fashion.
Then it was time to unload all my worldly possessions from the ole grandma purse to the new handbag. This one is not a "purse"...it is A "handbag" people. After all I have an image to uphold, now that I'm getting back into the swing of things.
Rubber bands...you never know when you will need one
Wallet...which holds everything which is important in my life
Keys...I have no idea what they are for
Cell phone...would someone call me? It's never rang!
Address book.. my lifesaver
Another book.., which I have never used, but it has a pen attached which could be helpful.
Some change..some candy..and nicorite tabs, just in case of an emergency where I can't smoke and get antsy..and some Tylenol caps for the days when the body aches.
My back-up CD's from work which I stuff in it every Fryday, and other shit.
My new jeans...not MOM jeans..real jean size 12! And mid rise..not low, because I don't want my fat stomach to fall to my feet and ruin the effect.
This is my new ultra suede jacket!! It fits like a glove, and looks soo good with my new fucking jeans!!
Note: size 12.
Check out the savings. I have 52.00 more bucks to go.
I did a fashion show ..
So, tomorrow I'm off to spend the rest, and probably a lot more...because I'm gittin crazy in the head.
I didn't post any pic's of the Lincoln today, because it's been raining but, I just might do a photo op, on Sunday if the rain subsides.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Peggy Lee speaks to me this spring
One more day...and it's Fryday. So stick that in your beaker. Yeahhhh I'm feeling the spring fever. "YOU GIVE ME FEVER!" yeahhhhh
I got in the Lincoln this morning to go to work, and thought "I look hot", and all I need is my pimp in the back seat to get me to my gig. My Pimp wouldn't be allowed to drive however, because I'm all up with the control thing. I will have to take a picture of the car..and moi, so you will understand why I think prostitution should have been my calling. "FEVER"!!
I will do that tomorrow, because tomorrow is Fryday, a day when I get the fever, and I'll be sizzlin..and what a lovely way to burn...
FEVER...heh...I'm not going to quit this.
FEVER!!
I got in the Lincoln this morning to go to work, and thought "I look hot", and all I need is my pimp in the back seat to get me to my gig. My Pimp wouldn't be allowed to drive however, because I'm all up with the control thing. I will have to take a picture of the car..and moi, so you will understand why I think prostitution should have been my calling. "FEVER"!!
I will do that tomorrow, because tomorrow is Fryday, a day when I get the fever, and I'll be sizzlin..and what a lovely way to burn...
FEVER...heh...I'm not going to quit this.
FEVER!!
Monday, April 30, 2007
Just an observation
I was shopping at Safeway today, and came across a watermelon sale. Now, I don't do watermelon until the temp's get hot, but people of other cultures don't seem to care. When I was young, you ate cold watermelon on a hot day..period. There were no exceptions..none. If you got caught eating it in temp's below 90 degrees it was frowned upon. Of course you had to eat it with deep fried fritters (Rolkuhka) that the woman of the house had to make in her sweaty kitchen for her ungrateful children.
What interested me the most today, was how people of other cultures, decide which watermelon to chose. I was among at least 5 people chosing a melon (It was under 90 degrees, but I knew there weren't any Mennonites watching.)
The Chinese ladies, slapped the melon, which I thought was umm.. melon abuse. One lady slapped it and she wasn't satisfied with the sound so she got her friend to give it another slap. They listened to the tones of each melon they slapped, and finally chose a melon that matched a "ring tone" of they cell phones..heh.. I made that up..but they tortured those poor melons. I, on the otherhand "knocked" on each melon. I was taught to "knock." It's only polite, you don't just go around and slap a melon!! You choose the melon with the most hollow sound. There was another man beside me who was shaking the melon. Apparently, if you mess up their insides they taste better? I stood around longer than was necessary, because I really was interested in the differences between all these people. Some of them smelled them. I swear. How can you smell a ripe watermelon through the rind? Some looked for the yellowing underneath which sometimes gives you a clue if it's ripe enough, and then they were those in a hurry who just threw them in the cart and let their kids sit on it like a toy. Seriously, there is nothing worse than unripend watermelon.
My mom used to grow watermelon in the garden, and I used to love it. Until, one day, when she specifically told me NOT to pick anymore melons because they weren't ripe eoungh yet. I picked two small unripened melons (god..never tell me NOT to do something).. that had been sitting out in the hot sun in the garden, I ate them, and fell to my knees and puked my guts out. Needless to say, I have never felt the same way about watermelon. Lesson learned, and as always, the hard way. I have never really liked it since. Nowaday, they don't even have seeds in them anymore. How much fun can that be without having a face full of them to spit at your brother? I dunno...they are taking the fun out of life. I live to annoy.
So, how have I been doing so far?
Friday, April 27, 2007
I'm sitting outside on the deck blogging
My dream has come true.
I bought the laptop for just this reason. I don't have all my patio furniture out yet, so it's still a little tight. This table is too small, but I have to wait until the trees shed all their crap until I can put the good stuff out. It's still pretty ugly out there. This is so cool, I can hear the ducks mating next door, in the neighbours pool, and I just had a wee little birdie take a bath in my birdie bath, and he never even noticed me. God, I love spring. Now more than ever. Still trying to shake off the winter blues and dust off my shoulders.
I didn't have a whole lot to do, and Penny was bugging me for attention, so I took in the back 40 and made her work for her supper.
I teased the crapola out of her...por Penny Loafer...
I put her ball in the empty pond, which scares her. But she got it out. Most of all she didn't like her new Spring Bandana. It kept on turning around and poking her in the eyes. Aha, the better for me to throw the ball where you can't see it.
Then to be really mean, I stuck her ball in a tree where she couldn't get it. She was displeased. So, I did it about 30 times. Shut up, she needs the exercise...barking gets the heart rate up. And then again in an empty bird bath.
Then I put it on top of the shed. Yup, I am a mean sumofabitch. More cardio.
Just a note...I live close to the river, and it must be feeding time for the gulls, holy shit it's loud.
Okay, let's get back to annoying my dog. I put the ball on the fire pit. More howling and tantrums. She can't take a joke.
I was running out of high places to put the damn ball, but she was having a great time following me around howling her little head off. She was having fun. Until...I put it on the composter. I think there are dead things in there from last year. We don't usually look in it because...because there is old and dirty stuff in there, and we are not good citizens of the earth. For all we know our neighbours put dead bodies in there during the winter. We shun it. Recyling is okay, but composting takes it up another notch.
Well, it's getting kind of crispy out here as the sun is starting to set. Penny is sitting in between my legs looking for a little warmth, amd loving being out here with me instead of the house.
Gord just got home, and we are having pizza on a whole wheat crust, and some yummy strawberry low fat crap I made.
Life is good. And I thank God everyday we have.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
okay, enough with the balonie nonsence it's crap
Gord finally got to see the Doc today, and he had the results from the ER that took more than 25 fartnights to get to his office. Transcription apparently takes a lot of time (two months)to get to the doctors office. Well, blow me down!
There was nothing new that we didn't already know. But I should have gone with him, because I have a million questions. All he wanted to know, was it safe to have bacon and eggs once a week? Fortheloveofpete!! What is it with the food? The doc did tell him, "everything in moderation," which I don't think he liked. Once a month maybe. He has one artery that is partially blocked, and they will be treating it with drugs as they are now, BUT sometimes the drugs don't do their job after two years, and you may have to find alternative methods eg. stents etc. But in his case they thought this was the best method to go for now, because he did so well in his stress test.
He related my fears to the doc, and the doc said I should come in and talk to him about them and he would be more than happy to explain everything to me. I do have a lot of questions, only for my peace of mind so I know where this is leading. I should have gone with him today to get it over with, but I was still sitting with my head in the sand. I will go in and see the guy. I have too, as much as I dread it.
I found it very hard not posting every other day. I missed it like hell. Now all I have to do is get my happy face on. Seriously, I am feeling so much better, and now we know where we are going, and what we have to do.
Thanks for putting up with me....a downer blog is a hard blog to read. I'm moving forward.
Joan
There was nothing new that we didn't already know. But I should have gone with him, because I have a million questions. All he wanted to know, was it safe to have bacon and eggs once a week? Fortheloveofpete!! What is it with the food? The doc did tell him, "everything in moderation," which I don't think he liked. Once a month maybe. He has one artery that is partially blocked, and they will be treating it with drugs as they are now, BUT sometimes the drugs don't do their job after two years, and you may have to find alternative methods eg. stents etc. But in his case they thought this was the best method to go for now, because he did so well in his stress test.
He related my fears to the doc, and the doc said I should come in and talk to him about them and he would be more than happy to explain everything to me. I do have a lot of questions, only for my peace of mind so I know where this is leading. I should have gone with him today to get it over with, but I was still sitting with my head in the sand. I will go in and see the guy. I have too, as much as I dread it.
I found it very hard not posting every other day. I missed it like hell. Now all I have to do is get my happy face on. Seriously, I am feeling so much better, and now we know where we are going, and what we have to do.
Thanks for putting up with me....a downer blog is a hard blog to read. I'm moving forward.
Joan
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Church Lady
Thanks to the ole TV show "Bewitched"...I am still able to keep Joan at bay. I did my homework.
Today, she was supposed to go to church.
I don't mind telling you folks she was never much of a church goer since the Mennonite church pissed her off umpteen years ago. Her nieces daughter was getting "confirmed" Sunday morning AND I had to go, in her stead.
My balonie backside is so sore. I sat on that hard ass pew for one and a half hours people!
This was my first experience with Anglicans. Apparently this church is made up entirely of women, except for some guy with a funny hat who wandered in and was called a Bishop. The women priests or whatever they are called, were very enthusiastic about his appearance at the confirmation. Apparently, he only shows up their church once a year. They were positively giddy. I swear the Bishop used to be a DJ at a radio station, he had "the voice"...and almost convinced me (balonie)that I was a heathen. He threw in a few commercials, and wrapped it up in an hour (which was wayyyy to long). He was smooth.
Throughout the long ass service, we were asked to sit..and then stand, at least 10 times while trying to follow the "pamphlet" we had received at the door. There were two books in the holder in front of the pews, one was green and other one was blue, and when he said, go to page 876 in the green book, you had to get your ass in gear and try to find it, and by the time you found it...it was all done just in time to say AMEN. When it came to singing, you get up ONCE MORE, and go to the blue book to page 32455 to a hymn you have never ever heard of before. I faked it. I moved my lips while the Bishop was leading the congregation in song with his adoring priest women who were gazing at him with lust.
What I found most interesting, was the "band" accompanying the songs. One guy was on the accordion, one guy on a keyboard (in sweat pants and his basketball shirt), and another church lady playing the organ. Then there were about 3 kids practicing on various instruments. ouch.
By the time the Bishop told us to get up and sit back down, and read from the blue book and the green book plus try to keep up with the "pamphlet" provided, I was dizzy. I don't usually get up and down that much in a Sunday morning.
I was hoping that perhaps going to church would put me and Joan back together, even though I am a bitch, and I was hoping that the minister (priest, rabbi, whatever) would give me some inspiration. He did not. I didn't understand his sermon, he had the three lady priests who would interject now and again, and all they did was do bible quotes. Well, jeez Louise, if I knew what all that stuff meant I wouldn't be here. I was looking for inspiration. And he was still quoting parables. He was totally self serving. He might not have seen it that way, but I did. Because he was holding an entire church at ransom. 95 percent of the people there were not members, but family and friends of the kids that were being confirmed. I know, even the church has to take advantage to get members in their congregation, but I found it blatant.
Last but not least. Just after communion (where all those who have been baptized get to drink wine and eat bread), this balonie had to sit in a hard bench and watch. Gosh wine and bread are my favorite things!! But, my parents forgot to baptize me! I thought I might just sneak up there to see if God would notice if I partook of his offerings...would he smite me down, or would he be a loving God, and say "balonie" have yerself a little a little "ripple" and a piece of bread, and just because you weren't baptized doesn't mean "I won't see you later..alligator"!! That's my kind of God! I know he likes me. Well, only because he likes Joan best, but we are a package deal.
Then, we had to sit through "Community Announcements"...AND THEN.. a lady from the choir jumped up with a bongo player behind her and shimmed her ass around the congregation with a billboard around her neck..front to back, suggesting people buy ticket to their next event. Call me old fashioned. Has religion become a business? I don't know. It was bizarre.
Today, she was supposed to go to church.
I don't mind telling you folks she was never much of a church goer since the Mennonite church pissed her off umpteen years ago. Her nieces daughter was getting "confirmed" Sunday morning AND I had to go, in her stead.
My balonie backside is so sore. I sat on that hard ass pew for one and a half hours people!
This was my first experience with Anglicans. Apparently this church is made up entirely of women, except for some guy with a funny hat who wandered in and was called a Bishop. The women priests or whatever they are called, were very enthusiastic about his appearance at the confirmation. Apparently, he only shows up their church once a year. They were positively giddy. I swear the Bishop used to be a DJ at a radio station, he had "the voice"...and almost convinced me (balonie)that I was a heathen. He threw in a few commercials, and wrapped it up in an hour (which was wayyyy to long). He was smooth.
Throughout the long ass service, we were asked to sit..and then stand, at least 10 times while trying to follow the "pamphlet" we had received at the door. There were two books in the holder in front of the pews, one was green and other one was blue, and when he said, go to page 876 in the green book, you had to get your ass in gear and try to find it, and by the time you found it...it was all done just in time to say AMEN. When it came to singing, you get up ONCE MORE, and go to the blue book to page 32455 to a hymn you have never ever heard of before. I faked it. I moved my lips while the Bishop was leading the congregation in song with his adoring priest women who were gazing at him with lust.
What I found most interesting, was the "band" accompanying the songs. One guy was on the accordion, one guy on a keyboard (in sweat pants and his basketball shirt), and another church lady playing the organ. Then there were about 3 kids practicing on various instruments. ouch.
By the time the Bishop told us to get up and sit back down, and read from the blue book and the green book plus try to keep up with the "pamphlet" provided, I was dizzy. I don't usually get up and down that much in a Sunday morning.
I was hoping that perhaps going to church would put me and Joan back together, even though I am a bitch, and I was hoping that the minister (priest, rabbi, whatever) would give me some inspiration. He did not. I didn't understand his sermon, he had the three lady priests who would interject now and again, and all they did was do bible quotes. Well, jeez Louise, if I knew what all that stuff meant I wouldn't be here. I was looking for inspiration. And he was still quoting parables. He was totally self serving. He might not have seen it that way, but I did. Because he was holding an entire church at ransom. 95 percent of the people there were not members, but family and friends of the kids that were being confirmed. I know, even the church has to take advantage to get members in their congregation, but I found it blatant.
Last but not least. Just after communion (where all those who have been baptized get to drink wine and eat bread), this balonie had to sit in a hard bench and watch. Gosh wine and bread are my favorite things!! But, my parents forgot to baptize me! I thought I might just sneak up there to see if God would notice if I partook of his offerings...would he smite me down, or would he be a loving God, and say "balonie" have yerself a little a little "ripple" and a piece of bread, and just because you weren't baptized doesn't mean "I won't see you later..alligator"!! That's my kind of God! I know he likes me. Well, only because he likes Joan best, but we are a package deal.
Then, we had to sit through "Community Announcements"...AND THEN.. a lady from the choir jumped up with a bongo player behind her and shimmed her ass around the congregation with a billboard around her neck..front to back, suggesting people buy ticket to their next event. Call me old fashioned. Has religion become a business? I don't know. It was bizarre.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Testing...testing is this thing on?
Ewwww, it's all old and musty in here. Looks like someone took a dump in the corner too. What is that I spy on the floor?...look's like a "chalk line" where Joan's chair used to sit in front the computer. Well lordyluvaduck...I finally got rid of the beotch!! I knew if I worked hard enough when she was down, I would finally be able to take over!! I AM IN!! Balonie rules.
Friday Night Supper: DOG ..haaaaa ha ha. I never liked that dog Penny anyway, I'm heating up the grill as we speak. Dessert: GORD .. haaaa ha ha. I never like him either, but he could be tasty treat, if I can figure out how to work the blender. I see she only has.. no sugar, low fat ice-cream in the fridge so pouring that over him will be no help. I was looking for sugar, and all I could find was Splenda, so I guess I will have to do the next best thing, and put in the crock pot, because he is a tough old bird.
While I was wandering through the house tonight, I came across some real interesting shit. Did you know she has Johnny Mathis albums in the basement? OMG. And Brenda Lee for shits sake, I almost pissed my pants!! How old is this broad? What am I doing in her lame body? I need me some heavy metal. I found some so..so shit, Joe Cocker (apparently she really wanted to rock his socks at one point) she had every album he made, and they were so scratched up ...that I'm thinking she was a little messed up in the day..ya know what I mean? And just when I thought I had seen it all, there were albums of a Mennonite Choir, Bill Cosby's greatest hits, Cheech & Chong, Willie Nelson, The Righteous Brothers, Three Dog Night, Linda Ronstadt, the orginal soundtrack from the "Phantom of the Paradise," Dionne Warwick, American Women, by the Guess Who, Kris Kristofferson, Delaney and Bonnie, Eagles, Neil Young, Santana, The Beatles, and last but not least was Billy Vaughn..Sail Along Silv'ry Moon, and for fuck sakes the one that took the cake was.."The Kingston Trio."
How in the hell did I get her head? We have nothing in common. She listens to "talk radio," I listen to rap music, because I am bad, bad to the bone! And don't anyone of you forget it. I am one mean old bitch.
She is always so even minded. She hasn't even got the balls to ask her boss for a raise after 3 years at the same wage. I don't feel sorry for her at all, because she is a loser.
I'm glad she is gone, because now I can stomp on her head, around the chalk line.
Oops, the timer went off on the crock pot, I think Gord is done.
Friday Night Supper: DOG ..haaaaa ha ha. I never liked that dog Penny anyway, I'm heating up the grill as we speak. Dessert: GORD .. haaaa ha ha. I never like him either, but he could be tasty treat, if I can figure out how to work the blender. I see she only has.. no sugar, low fat ice-cream in the fridge so pouring that over him will be no help. I was looking for sugar, and all I could find was Splenda, so I guess I will have to do the next best thing, and put in the crock pot, because he is a tough old bird.
While I was wandering through the house tonight, I came across some real interesting shit. Did you know she has Johnny Mathis albums in the basement? OMG. And Brenda Lee for shits sake, I almost pissed my pants!! How old is this broad? What am I doing in her lame body? I need me some heavy metal. I found some so..so shit, Joe Cocker (apparently she really wanted to rock his socks at one point) she had every album he made, and they were so scratched up ...that I'm thinking she was a little messed up in the day..ya know what I mean? And just when I thought I had seen it all, there were albums of a Mennonite Choir, Bill Cosby's greatest hits, Cheech & Chong, Willie Nelson, The Righteous Brothers, Three Dog Night, Linda Ronstadt, the orginal soundtrack from the "Phantom of the Paradise," Dionne Warwick, American Women, by the Guess Who, Kris Kristofferson, Delaney and Bonnie, Eagles, Neil Young, Santana, The Beatles, and last but not least was Billy Vaughn..Sail Along Silv'ry Moon, and for fuck sakes the one that took the cake was.."The Kingston Trio."
How in the hell did I get her head? We have nothing in common. She listens to "talk radio," I listen to rap music, because I am bad, bad to the bone! And don't anyone of you forget it. I am one mean old bitch.
She is always so even minded. She hasn't even got the balls to ask her boss for a raise after 3 years at the same wage. I don't feel sorry for her at all, because she is a loser.
I'm glad she is gone, because now I can stomp on her head, around the chalk line.
Oops, the timer went off on the crock pot, I think Gord is done.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
I'm scaling it down
You know, I'm not giving this blog as much as attention as I should be. I'm in a slump. And I apologize for not giving it my all. But my vague attempts at humour these days are very weak, and not coming from my heart. And it shows.
I still read all of the blogs listed on my sidebar and many more every day, but my spirit is so low somedays I don't even leave comments when I should.
Since Gord had his H.A. heh...I almost said it, I have been busting my ass after work making sure the meals we eat for supper and preparing for the next day at lunch are "heart friendly"...and it is sucking the life blood out of me. I am in the stores reading labels like ass ...and reading web sites for heart smart recipes, I am totally out of control. I have to lighten up. I can't take this anymore. I am tired, and I am starting to look old.
Hippychick was over on Saturday, and asked me if I had lost weight. I was thrilled, someone had finally noticed, until she said, she could see my jowls were getting flabby looking. I should smile more, then you couldn't see it. Obviously tact is not one of her strong traits. And never was!! (Janis, it's okay, I took it with a grain of salt and a glass of wine).
So, I will be scaling down, and I will miss writing every other day or so, but unless I give my blog my best effort I see it is pointless to subject you to meaningless crap. (with spelling mistakes) Oh, I forgot, most of it was meaningless, but what I meant .. was more meaningless, pointless stuff. oops, most of it was pointless too, okay...you know what I mean. I mixing myself up.
We will put balonie to bed for awhile. After all she was my alter ego, and now she has seemed to disappear. Life hands you lemons sometimes and you have to wait for the sweeter stuff to reappear.
Hopefully, I can get my act together. With work and all I just feel drained.
So, I will try to get a blog out once a week or so and make it worth your while to tune in. I just can't keep up the pace.
Love Joan & ms.balonie.
I still read all of the blogs listed on my sidebar and many more every day, but my spirit is so low somedays I don't even leave comments when I should.
Since Gord had his H.A. heh...I almost said it, I have been busting my ass after work making sure the meals we eat for supper and preparing for the next day at lunch are "heart friendly"...and it is sucking the life blood out of me. I am in the stores reading labels like ass ...and reading web sites for heart smart recipes, I am totally out of control. I have to lighten up. I can't take this anymore. I am tired, and I am starting to look old.
Hippychick was over on Saturday, and asked me if I had lost weight. I was thrilled, someone had finally noticed, until she said, she could see my jowls were getting flabby looking. I should smile more, then you couldn't see it. Obviously tact is not one of her strong traits. And never was!! (Janis, it's okay, I took it with a grain of salt and a glass of wine).
So, I will be scaling down, and I will miss writing every other day or so, but unless I give my blog my best effort I see it is pointless to subject you to meaningless crap. (with spelling mistakes) Oh, I forgot, most of it was meaningless, but what I meant .. was more meaningless, pointless stuff. oops, most of it was pointless too, okay...you know what I mean. I mixing myself up.
We will put balonie to bed for awhile. After all she was my alter ego, and now she has seemed to disappear. Life hands you lemons sometimes and you have to wait for the sweeter stuff to reappear.
Hopefully, I can get my act together. With work and all I just feel drained.
So, I will try to get a blog out once a week or so and make it worth your while to tune in. I just can't keep up the pace.
Love Joan & ms.balonie.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Taxes..kiss my royal canadian arse
I am finished with the taxes!!! I took Friday off to do the last of it, and just ripped off a Profit and Loss statement an hour ago for the accountant. I hope my nose does not continue to grow, because by the time I give it to him, I may not be able to get into the door. I did not embellish, I have receipts for everything, if buying $50,000.00 dollars worth of lawn seed counts. Well, we do have lawns to maintain in front of our properties. My nose, now has grown so long it is impeding my fingers from typing an longer. Okay, so...I might have to make an adjustment to the P&L just so I can eat supper tonight without my long lying nose poking around in my plate. Nothing worse than a nostril in your salad.
Anyway, I am so glad to be rid of that crap. But do you think 20,000.00 dollars a year is unrealistic for parking fees? Okay, back to the P&L. heh
Then I turned into a man, who was about to say ..."just fuck it already." I know how the tax man grabbeth. I have a very hairy face. Hormones..too much chicken.
I'm still loosing weight, I hit 148 lbs. this morning!!! Yahoo. Usually I can do a pound a week, but this one took me two weeks. I only weigh myself on Sunday mornings, just so I don't get disappointed during the week by doing it too often. It's a good thing I didn't throw out all the clothes I had before. I threw out crap stuff, but not the stuff I really loved. And they all have a hood, except my pants that is! Yesterday I wore a hoodie velour top (my very fav) that I have not got into since 2002. In 2002 I tore a stomach muscle, and wasn't able to do anything other than get from point A to point B, and it bothered me for years. So, I became very couch potatoish because I didn't want it to flair up again. Thus the weight gain. But, the fatter I got, more pressure was sitting on my tummy and always made me feel uncomfortable. So, I always wore a support around my stomach. As of two weeks ago, I threw it out. Once most of the flab was gone, I didn't have the feeling that it would come back to haunt me. I think I just used it as a crutch for the longest of time, because that was the closest I ever got to not being able to do anything, and I was scared.
I never figured out how I tore the stomach muscle, but I think I know now. I have not ever been particularily active, and I had been gaining some weight around then.
That morning, I put on a freshly washed pair a jeans that felt very tight. I could hardly do them up. So, I sucked it up, and got the zipper closed...and proceeded to to go down and do knee bends to get the jeans to relax a bit in the tummy area. I think I did about ten of them, and by the time I got to work, I could feel that something was wrong. And that my friends gave me years of grief. Something blew. As long as I was sitting or sleeping I was fine, but walking was terrible. It didn't really hurt, but it pulled and pulled and I was so uncomfortable that I had to sit down every few minutes. I even had a cleaning lady come in because I couldn't stand long enough to do the cleaning. I tried to fake it after I felt better, but Gord caught on..!!
I was going to take pic's today of Penny and the "back 40", but it looks so gross right now, with all the broken branches, and ugly shit I thought I would leave it for a better time.
I took up my little (spring time patio table) so we could sit around that until we bring out the big guy. It's too early, today was the first day you could really go out without a parka. The neighbours were all out there doing their barbeques, and it smelled heavenly. So, it feels like we are back to normal.
Sunday night supper:
A very large chicken, filled with hormones (I need that now since I am loosing weight and my tits are getting smaller).
Wild Rice Medley
Steamed beans, carrots, and broccoli with a dill and lemon sauce.
Now, youse guys have a good day y'hear. Balonie was here a minute ago, but I stompted her stinking little head into the the plastic carpet protecter under my desk. I'm hoping those little picky things will poke some sense into her head, because she was ready to rumble.
Anyway, I am so glad to be rid of that crap. But do you think 20,000.00 dollars a year is unrealistic for parking fees? Okay, back to the P&L. heh
Then I turned into a man, who was about to say ..."just fuck it already." I know how the tax man grabbeth. I have a very hairy face. Hormones..too much chicken.
I'm still loosing weight, I hit 148 lbs. this morning!!! Yahoo. Usually I can do a pound a week, but this one took me two weeks. I only weigh myself on Sunday mornings, just so I don't get disappointed during the week by doing it too often. It's a good thing I didn't throw out all the clothes I had before. I threw out crap stuff, but not the stuff I really loved. And they all have a hood, except my pants that is! Yesterday I wore a hoodie velour top (my very fav) that I have not got into since 2002. In 2002 I tore a stomach muscle, and wasn't able to do anything other than get from point A to point B, and it bothered me for years. So, I became very couch potatoish because I didn't want it to flair up again. Thus the weight gain. But, the fatter I got, more pressure was sitting on my tummy and always made me feel uncomfortable. So, I always wore a support around my stomach. As of two weeks ago, I threw it out. Once most of the flab was gone, I didn't have the feeling that it would come back to haunt me. I think I just used it as a crutch for the longest of time, because that was the closest I ever got to not being able to do anything, and I was scared.
I never figured out how I tore the stomach muscle, but I think I know now. I have not ever been particularily active, and I had been gaining some weight around then.
That morning, I put on a freshly washed pair a jeans that felt very tight. I could hardly do them up. So, I sucked it up, and got the zipper closed...and proceeded to to go down and do knee bends to get the jeans to relax a bit in the tummy area. I think I did about ten of them, and by the time I got to work, I could feel that something was wrong. And that my friends gave me years of grief. Something blew. As long as I was sitting or sleeping I was fine, but walking was terrible. It didn't really hurt, but it pulled and pulled and I was so uncomfortable that I had to sit down every few minutes. I even had a cleaning lady come in because I couldn't stand long enough to do the cleaning. I tried to fake it after I felt better, but Gord caught on..!!
I was going to take pic's today of Penny and the "back 40", but it looks so gross right now, with all the broken branches, and ugly shit I thought I would leave it for a better time.
I took up my little (spring time patio table) so we could sit around that until we bring out the big guy. It's too early, today was the first day you could really go out without a parka. The neighbours were all out there doing their barbeques, and it smelled heavenly. So, it feels like we are back to normal.
Sunday night supper:
A very large chicken, filled with hormones (I need that now since I am loosing weight and my tits are getting smaller).
Wild Rice Medley
Steamed beans, carrots, and broccoli with a dill and lemon sauce.
Now, youse guys have a good day y'hear. Balonie was here a minute ago, but I stompted her stinking little head into the the plastic carpet protecter under my desk. I'm hoping those little picky things will poke some sense into her head, because she was ready to rumble.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
A moment I have to share
I made a trip to the washroom at work today after all the electricians left this morning to electrocute themselves or one of our clients.
As an aside, I bought two huge cases of toliet paper for the washroom, that sit right in front of the toliet in the stall. It is clearly marked "toliet paper." Normally I have a 12 pack of toliet paper in it's plastic casing sitting on the floor for their conveience. But, I changed the rules, and thought they could figure it out that once the old toliet paper, in it's old plastic casing had run out, they could just help themselves to those in the big box. Apparently not.
When I entered the stall, I looked down into the toliet, and found that someone had not flushed down a pile of poo. Nor had someone used toliet paper. It was all feces. Someone, could not figure out how to take a roll of toliet paper out of a box (clearly marked ASSWIPE) and decided to wear in his shorts. Now, would I want to be this guys partner for the day in the electrican world?
Nay, Nay I say, someone had a dirty ass today
I don't want to be with him on the jobsite today..hey hey
Sing with me, it's now the official Electricians song!!
Can you imagine him at home?? If his wife doesn't put toliet paper on the roll, he will just squeeze it out and hope for the best? It's pathetic.
Maybe he took a dump right here? I'm getting jaded.
As an aside, I bought two huge cases of toliet paper for the washroom, that sit right in front of the toliet in the stall. It is clearly marked "toliet paper." Normally I have a 12 pack of toliet paper in it's plastic casing sitting on the floor for their conveience. But, I changed the rules, and thought they could figure it out that once the old toliet paper, in it's old plastic casing had run out, they could just help themselves to those in the big box. Apparently not.
When I entered the stall, I looked down into the toliet, and found that someone had not flushed down a pile of poo. Nor had someone used toliet paper. It was all feces. Someone, could not figure out how to take a roll of toliet paper out of a box (clearly marked ASSWIPE) and decided to wear in his shorts. Now, would I want to be this guys partner for the day in the electrican world?
Nay, Nay I say, someone had a dirty ass today
I don't want to be with him on the jobsite today..hey hey
Sing with me, it's now the official Electricians song!!
Can you imagine him at home?? If his wife doesn't put toliet paper on the roll, he will just squeeze it out and hope for the best? It's pathetic.
Maybe he took a dump right here? I'm getting jaded.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Tech Talk
We got a new laser combination/ colour printer/copier/fax machine/scanner/scans to email, at work last week. State of the art. It's brand new, which is something in our office, because we usually get the left overs from our head office. I have named her "Wannabee." We had an old "all in one" HP Ink Jet which ground out faxes at such a slow rate, I had to take a nap at least 30 times a day. She printed off wonderful colour print outs for our brochures etc. but sometimes her head hurt, and I had give her a Tylenol. So we put her out of her misery, and she is now sitting on death row in the warehouse. Our old "huge" photo copier (the boy) which must be 987 years old "fortheloveoftechnology", still sits on the office floor silently, taking up an enormous amount of room, but he has not met his maker just yet, because he can still make bigger copies than "Wannabee. So, the old meets the new.
I think they fight at night. Serious!..and the old HP in the warehouse gets her shots in too!
Today, when I got to work there was a automated message on her screen "Phone Service," "I have been violated" . I looked over at "the boy," and he looked very innocent. I checked the HP in the warehouse, and she looked very despondent. I started to press "Wannabees" buttons to reset her message. She responded by saying she had a piece of paper jammed up her ass! Well, fortheloveofpete, how did that get up there? I gave the "Mister" another dirty look and he started to cry, and said he didn't do nothing. Then I went back to the warehouse to see the HP but she dead as a doornail, so who was lying to me?
I opened up Wannabee's em..doors, and did a visual. I am used to opening up "Mister," because I know all his parts, but Wannabee's were totally different. Mister had more manly stuff, and with a little effort I could get him back in action, but with ms.Wannabee, I could not take that paper off her ass. She held it tight. Now, it was me against the machine!!! My heart was racing, because it was 4:30 and I wanted to get the hell out of there. I managed to get half a sheet of paper out of her. So, I said, if you want a tug of war, it's on you bitch!! And, then I ripped the paper apart, and half was still in her belly, and half of it was in my hand.....and the monitor was beeping and telling me PHONE SERVICE YOU ASSHOLE!!
Okay, then, I did. gawwd. The tech told me how to take out the laser cartridge and look below to see if I could see the bottom of the tray and dislodge the offending crap! I found it. Dislodged it. It was quarter to 5:00 and I was pissed off, so I slammed her parts down. She must have got the message, because her message after that was "please continue" and then displayed the normal message. sigh... Who the hell is running this world? I wanted to take a piece out of her so bad. But, I can scan anything I want to email in PDF file...how lucky am I?
So, I guess I'm her bitch.
But, I will be watching her, and if she is screwing with the "Mister," who is still my old friend, I'll get her!!
I think they fight at night. Serious!..and the old HP in the warehouse gets her shots in too!
Today, when I got to work there was a automated message on her screen "Phone Service," "I have been violated" . I looked over at "the boy," and he looked very innocent. I checked the HP in the warehouse, and she looked very despondent. I started to press "Wannabees" buttons to reset her message. She responded by saying she had a piece of paper jammed up her ass! Well, fortheloveofpete, how did that get up there? I gave the "Mister" another dirty look and he started to cry, and said he didn't do nothing. Then I went back to the warehouse to see the HP but she dead as a doornail, so who was lying to me?
I opened up Wannabee's em..doors, and did a visual. I am used to opening up "Mister," because I know all his parts, but Wannabee's were totally different. Mister had more manly stuff, and with a little effort I could get him back in action, but with ms.Wannabee, I could not take that paper off her ass. She held it tight. Now, it was me against the machine!!! My heart was racing, because it was 4:30 and I wanted to get the hell out of there. I managed to get half a sheet of paper out of her. So, I said, if you want a tug of war, it's on you bitch!! And, then I ripped the paper apart, and half was still in her belly, and half of it was in my hand.....and the monitor was beeping and telling me PHONE SERVICE YOU ASSHOLE!!
Okay, then, I did. gawwd. The tech told me how to take out the laser cartridge and look below to see if I could see the bottom of the tray and dislodge the offending crap! I found it. Dislodged it. It was quarter to 5:00 and I was pissed off, so I slammed her parts down. She must have got the message, because her message after that was "please continue" and then displayed the normal message. sigh... Who the hell is running this world? I wanted to take a piece out of her so bad. But, I can scan anything I want to email in PDF file...how lucky am I?
So, I guess I'm her bitch.
But, I will be watching her, and if she is screwing with the "Mister," who is still my old friend, I'll get her!!
Sunday, April 08, 2007
long time no see amigos
I have started 8976 blogs this week and not finished a one. I spent the whole long weekend doing our taxes creatively. Why should I bore them with the same ole every year, why not make it interesting? Our expenses exceeded our sales by such a huge margin this year it even scared me. I guess I should stop expensing dog food and wine. However, they are work related, the dog watches me do the bookwork, while I drink the wine. Makes sense to me. I was so engrossed in my pile of papers today I forgot to do the laundry. I'll be looking at that same pair of panties I wore today when I go to work tomorrow. Perhaps, I should just by-pass them all together and do a Britney Spears. I don't think anyone at the office would notice I wasn't wearing underpants through my MOM jeans. Unless those young whippersnappers have been eyeing my pantylines. Could happen, some of them look pretty desperate.
Not to much going on around here that is interesting. OHHHH, I forgot the basement quit flooding, if that is interesting. It sure is a relief. Now we have to figure out a way to fix it. I say, patch it up, put a slab of paneling on the wall where we tore it off and sell the house to the next unsuspecting home owner. I have no conscious. I give a hairy rats ass at this point. Too much shit slamming me in the head at one time. But, I hope they like the lovely blue carpet down there, along with my Elvis Velvet Art paintings. Our whole house is so 80's it's a crime, A CRIME I SAY! .. and I don't have ANY time to fix it up. It's not really in a whole pile of disrepair, but what is...bugs the shit out of me.
A funny thing happened in our bathroom Saturday morning: heh
Gord will kill me if he reads this..heh heh once more.
We got up late, and because we were both too lazy to go to separate bathrooms (one is downstairs) we chose to cohabitate the upstairs one. He was doing his business and reading the newspaper on the shitter, and I was brushing my teeth at the sink. I had already had my shower.
I was just minding my business and brushing away at my teeth, when I noticed he flushed the toilet while sitting on it, kindly taking the fumes to another level. And he proceeded to keep on reading the paper.......... until he jumped up off the toilet like a jack rabbit! My first reaction was he must have got bitten by an alligator! After he flushed, and while he was sitting there, the toilet must have started to overflow, and when the water reached his dangling participles he shot up like someone had lit a firecracker under his arse!!! I laughed my friggin ass off!! Good thing he caught the shut off valve soon enough or we would have had a pile of crap to clean up!! Lord, that was funny.
The reason the toilet overflowed was the night before he had bad allergies, and was sneezing all the time, so he took all his kleenex's from the bedroom and put them in the toilet BEFORE he sat down and when it came time to flush...it was just too much pressure and pushed it up to his ass. HAAA ha. I never saw anyone jump up that fast. I am glad he didn't have another incident!!haaa I'm still laughing. Nakid guy..jumping off a toilet..harrrrr..
Sunday night supper..yeah you guessed it POT. Opps I meant Pot roast, with cawwots, (the easter bunny factor) beans (to git the gasses out) and taters. I'm too tired to get creative. Home cooked, low fat, what more can I do. This balonie is a tuckered out. Over and out of your face:)
Not to much going on around here that is interesting. OHHHH, I forgot the basement quit flooding, if that is interesting. It sure is a relief. Now we have to figure out a way to fix it. I say, patch it up, put a slab of paneling on the wall where we tore it off and sell the house to the next unsuspecting home owner. I have no conscious. I give a hairy rats ass at this point. Too much shit slamming me in the head at one time. But, I hope they like the lovely blue carpet down there, along with my Elvis Velvet Art paintings. Our whole house is so 80's it's a crime, A CRIME I SAY! .. and I don't have ANY time to fix it up. It's not really in a whole pile of disrepair, but what is...bugs the shit out of me.
A funny thing happened in our bathroom Saturday morning: heh
Gord will kill me if he reads this..heh heh once more.
We got up late, and because we were both too lazy to go to separate bathrooms (one is downstairs) we chose to cohabitate the upstairs one. He was doing his business and reading the newspaper on the shitter, and I was brushing my teeth at the sink. I had already had my shower.
I was just minding my business and brushing away at my teeth, when I noticed he flushed the toilet while sitting on it, kindly taking the fumes to another level. And he proceeded to keep on reading the paper.......... until he jumped up off the toilet like a jack rabbit! My first reaction was he must have got bitten by an alligator! After he flushed, and while he was sitting there, the toilet must have started to overflow, and when the water reached his dangling participles he shot up like someone had lit a firecracker under his arse!!! I laughed my friggin ass off!! Good thing he caught the shut off valve soon enough or we would have had a pile of crap to clean up!! Lord, that was funny.
The reason the toilet overflowed was the night before he had bad allergies, and was sneezing all the time, so he took all his kleenex's from the bedroom and put them in the toilet BEFORE he sat down and when it came time to flush...it was just too much pressure and pushed it up to his ass. HAAA ha. I never saw anyone jump up that fast. I am glad he didn't have another incident!!haaa I'm still laughing. Nakid guy..jumping off a toilet..harrrrr..
Sunday night supper..yeah you guessed it POT. Opps I meant Pot roast, with cawwots, (the easter bunny factor) beans (to git the gasses out) and taters. I'm too tired to get creative. Home cooked, low fat, what more can I do. This balonie is a tuckered out. Over and out of your face:)
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Same shit
You know, the Health Care System and Doctor's, suck big balls!!! Balls way bigger than one could possibly suck. You would need a gymoungous? pie hole.
If you are a Newbie to it, it even sucks further. Gord had his INCIDENT in the last week of February, and after he left the hospital he was to see his own doctor 5 days later. Appointment was duly made, and he attended it. Docf*up informed him, that the only info he had from the hospital was his stress test, nothing else. Then Docf*up said, he would have to come back in three weeks, as he was going on holidays.......gahhhhhhhhhhh... "just take your med's he said." This is the guy Gord went for help at Christmas time when he felt like shit. He went through a battery of tests, and then we never were called back with any results.
Apparently, there must have been something wrong then already.
Today Gord had the follow up appointment after Docf*up got back from holidays. Guess what, the hospital had still not sent him the reports. Either he has a poor filing system, or the hospital sucks.
Gord needs some closure to this, and have his Doctor either increase, decrease, elimate some of the med's. OR...holy moly, let's not get crazy here, but refer him to a Cardiologist. We are talking over a month here now people, without anything but what we were told at the hospital. His med's seem to be working fine, but he is having weird dreams from one of the beta blockers. (which he was told at the hospital). But I could tell today he was very disappointed he was not able to express his fears and questions to someone that knows what he is going through. Docf*up said he would contact the hospital immediately to get his records.
He needs someone to explain the entire situation to him, so he can move on. He is feeling really great, but as he told me today, he worries about every little pain or whatever near his chest. And that is normal. I know. So, once the doc gets all the stuff, we are still on a holding pattern.
If you are a Newbie to it, it even sucks further. Gord had his INCIDENT in the last week of February, and after he left the hospital he was to see his own doctor 5 days later. Appointment was duly made, and he attended it. Docf*up informed him, that the only info he had from the hospital was his stress test, nothing else. Then Docf*up said, he would have to come back in three weeks, as he was going on holidays.......gahhhhhhhhhhh... "just take your med's he said." This is the guy Gord went for help at Christmas time when he felt like shit. He went through a battery of tests, and then we never were called back with any results.
Apparently, there must have been something wrong then already.
Today Gord had the follow up appointment after Docf*up got back from holidays. Guess what, the hospital had still not sent him the reports. Either he has a poor filing system, or the hospital sucks.
Gord needs some closure to this, and have his Doctor either increase, decrease, elimate some of the med's. OR...holy moly, let's not get crazy here, but refer him to a Cardiologist. We are talking over a month here now people, without anything but what we were told at the hospital. His med's seem to be working fine, but he is having weird dreams from one of the beta blockers. (which he was told at the hospital). But I could tell today he was very disappointed he was not able to express his fears and questions to someone that knows what he is going through. Docf*up said he would contact the hospital immediately to get his records.
He needs someone to explain the entire situation to him, so he can move on. He is feeling really great, but as he told me today, he worries about every little pain or whatever near his chest. And that is normal. I know. So, once the doc gets all the stuff, we are still on a holding pattern.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
I am all tuckered out, another day of bookkeeping for taxes, schmaxes. I hate you revenue canada! I didn't capitolize you, because you are not worth it. In fact, I am very tempted to add $2.99 to our expenses for the six pack of coke I picked up to get through this ordeal. I only had one. But, I needed a jolt and I don't like coffee. Maybe I should charge them for the wine I'm having tonight to calm down.
I've almost got it all done. Next weekend is a long weekend and I can finish it up, take it the accountant and pray.
We are still having "leakage" in the basement. Gord took the whole wall down today. Not good news...its cracked right from top to the bottom. So, we will have to get someone here to do it right. It's been three years of this already, so who needs this stress every spring. Forntuntaley we have enough "glop" in the bigger cracks to hold it together until spring run off subsides. But, we still have to clean up about twice a day. By the end of the week the ground will be warm enough to start letting the snow and water to drain into the the soil and not build up around the foundation. One more expense.........lardy.........love a duck! I will never be able to retire at this rate.
I bet you can't believe how much weight I have lost this past month with our new and improved dietary rules...guess? wrong!! lower!
I started at 156, and this morning (I only weigh in on Sunday mornings)149!! Gord is doing about the same. I'm really liking the new way we are eating. Not that we ate too crappy before, but I was letting shit slide when we were both obviously overweight. I feel really good. And all my jeans are falling off of me. Maybe I won't have to wear "mom jeans" anymore..I'd like me a pair of boot cut Levis, like I used to wear. Mean and lean. Of course they won't be low cut, because I will forever have some belly fat. God gave me that little fat bulge, so I wouldn't get too into myself, and make porno movies. Balonie would be all over that, so I have to stay fat enough so she doesn't embarrass me.
Talking about food, we had the best supper last night. Gord loves hamburgers, so I thought he should have a treat. I bought a pound of bison burger yesterday. It is lean and had been accredited by the heart and stroke association. I grilled it on the barbeque with a dab or two of Tony Roma's BQ sauce on a whole wheat bun along with onions and a bean salad. It really hit the spot. We had no fat no sugar ice-cream for dessert and went to bed very satisfied. So, it can be done. It just takes a little time to get it all in place.
Sunday night supper:
Pork Loin Roast
Sweet and Sour Rice Medley (my own version)
Broccoli, Cauliflower and carrots sprinkled with low fat cheese. And lots of no salt seasonings...which all taste very good!!
I'm starting to like this no salt and sugar diet.
I've almost got it all done. Next weekend is a long weekend and I can finish it up, take it the accountant and pray.
We are still having "leakage" in the basement. Gord took the whole wall down today. Not good news...its cracked right from top to the bottom. So, we will have to get someone here to do it right. It's been three years of this already, so who needs this stress every spring. Forntuntaley we have enough "glop" in the bigger cracks to hold it together until spring run off subsides. But, we still have to clean up about twice a day. By the end of the week the ground will be warm enough to start letting the snow and water to drain into the the soil and not build up around the foundation. One more expense.........lardy.........love a duck! I will never be able to retire at this rate.
I bet you can't believe how much weight I have lost this past month with our new and improved dietary rules...guess? wrong!! lower!
I started at 156, and this morning (I only weigh in on Sunday mornings)149!! Gord is doing about the same. I'm really liking the new way we are eating. Not that we ate too crappy before, but I was letting shit slide when we were both obviously overweight. I feel really good. And all my jeans are falling off of me. Maybe I won't have to wear "mom jeans" anymore..I'd like me a pair of boot cut Levis, like I used to wear. Mean and lean. Of course they won't be low cut, because I will forever have some belly fat. God gave me that little fat bulge, so I wouldn't get too into myself, and make porno movies. Balonie would be all over that, so I have to stay fat enough so she doesn't embarrass me.
Talking about food, we had the best supper last night. Gord loves hamburgers, so I thought he should have a treat. I bought a pound of bison burger yesterday. It is lean and had been accredited by the heart and stroke association. I grilled it on the barbeque with a dab or two of Tony Roma's BQ sauce on a whole wheat bun along with onions and a bean salad. It really hit the spot. We had no fat no sugar ice-cream for dessert and went to bed very satisfied. So, it can be done. It just takes a little time to get it all in place.
Sunday night supper:
Pork Loin Roast
Sweet and Sour Rice Medley (my own version)
Broccoli, Cauliflower and carrots sprinkled with low fat cheese. And lots of no salt seasonings...which all taste very good!!
I'm starting to like this no salt and sugar diet.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Stonkings
When I was a wee ornery kid of perhaps six years old, I could not pronounce stockings. I always said, "stonkings." Stockings were a very important part of my life in those days, because you had to wear them in winter to keep warm. I can't remember how I kept them up, but it probably involved some jar rings we used for canning. I'm surprised we didn't cut off our circulation and croaked!
I was thinking about that today for no apparent reason. Once I remembered that, I was on a roll. I remember what a hoot my mom got out of me calling them "stonkings." Apparently, I was her cutest and funniest first child. I remember going to grandma and grandpa's house with all the aunties and uncles, cousins and cats, and mom would ask me to say "stockings." And, when I would say "stonkings" they laughed so hard, I thought I might send in my resume to Saturday Night Live. Opps, that might be a lie, because at that time all we could get on TV was Wrestling, The Lone Ranger and Ed Sullivan, and now that I think of it..when I was that age there was no TV. Just books and your imagination.
Back to the Stonkings. I love skating. Our town was going to have a carnival at my skating rink, and we were all supposed to dress up in a costume and skate around and the person with the best skating and costume would win a bag of peanuts, or something just as grand.
My mom made me a "Little Bow Peep Costume"... She took a pair of old my stonkings. And cut them up in long strips of three and made braids out of them and put sewed them into a cap. I had braids down to my ass. I don't think I have ever been so excited in my life. I always wanted to have braids, but she always kept my hair short. eg. I screamed and cried when someone tried to comb my hair or try to cuddle me..God, I was a such a whiner.
She also sewed a dress for me. Actually it was an old one but she added some length to it so it was longer, and Dad made a cane from a tree branch. There I was..Little Bow Peep! Looking to find some sheep.
When it came my turn to skate down the ice, with my stonking braids flying in the wind I was the in my glory, I didn't care if I won or lost, I had my braids! I skated with so much confidence and when people clapped, I skated harder just so my braids could keep up with me. I didn't win, but we all got a bag of peanuts anyway.
I wore that braid cap for many a year. Finally Mom said, you look stupid, you are 18 years old...get over it.
I was thinking about that today for no apparent reason. Once I remembered that, I was on a roll. I remember what a hoot my mom got out of me calling them "stonkings." Apparently, I was her cutest and funniest first child. I remember going to grandma and grandpa's house with all the aunties and uncles, cousins and cats, and mom would ask me to say "stockings." And, when I would say "stonkings" they laughed so hard, I thought I might send in my resume to Saturday Night Live. Opps, that might be a lie, because at that time all we could get on TV was Wrestling, The Lone Ranger and Ed Sullivan, and now that I think of it..when I was that age there was no TV. Just books and your imagination.
Back to the Stonkings. I love skating. Our town was going to have a carnival at my skating rink, and we were all supposed to dress up in a costume and skate around and the person with the best skating and costume would win a bag of peanuts, or something just as grand.
My mom made me a "Little Bow Peep Costume"... She took a pair of old my stonkings. And cut them up in long strips of three and made braids out of them and put sewed them into a cap. I had braids down to my ass. I don't think I have ever been so excited in my life. I always wanted to have braids, but she always kept my hair short. eg. I screamed and cried when someone tried to comb my hair or try to cuddle me..God, I was a such a whiner.
She also sewed a dress for me. Actually it was an old one but she added some length to it so it was longer, and Dad made a cane from a tree branch. There I was..Little Bow Peep! Looking to find some sheep.
When it came my turn to skate down the ice, with my stonking braids flying in the wind I was the in my glory, I didn't care if I won or lost, I had my braids! I skated with so much confidence and when people clapped, I skated harder just so my braids could keep up with me. I didn't win, but we all got a bag of peanuts anyway.
I wore that braid cap for many a year. Finally Mom said, you look stupid, you are 18 years old...get over it.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Is it me?
It looks like what I had to say yesterday was so important,that I had to post it twice. I don't get it. Blogger gobbled up my Monday post and doubled up my Tuesday post. There is bloggershit in the air. I can smell it. Arseholes. So, I ask myself, "what do they want, their money back"? ummmm, no... I just want perfect service FOR NOTHING!! I have become a witchy bitch.
But, I have become something else as well, a lousy cook. Okay youse guys, try cooking with only a minimum amount of salt and fat OMG. I spend more time reading labels than I do making sure I have clean underwear on my bum.
Have you ever read the labels on all the stuff we purchase? It's mind boggling. I have caught on to much of it already, but every manufacturer has a different take on how much of what they put on what the label represents. I can buy a can of tomatoes for example, and one manufacture will put the salt content in "as per 2 tsp" and the other will put it in as 1/3 a cup." and rest will fuck you up with grams and mg's until you want to take that can and throw it at somebody who looks like mangement. So, how can you figure it out? Some of them are very tricky, and when you think you are buying something good for you, you see that you can only have a "lick of the spoon".. for all the salt content in the product.
I guess it's all about trying to make what's good for us from scratch. But, as a still working 61 year old, that is very tiring, and the industry knows it, and they know the younger generation who are stressed out having kids and jobs etc. need a fast way to make supper. Therefore poor choices. For them and their children.
I have always been aware of fat content in anything I buy, but I was very neglegent with the salt content until now. I didn't realize Gord had high blood pressure, until the INCIDENT, and salt is a bummer in his case. He of course was his worst enemy with his eating habits during the day...but I guess even if I would have made low salt meals at home it would still have happened. Hippychick, tells me over and over not to blame myself, but I do. I love to kick my own ass!!
BTW... I just checked and I have two of the same posts again ... huh? I had to delete the second one.
But, I have become something else as well, a lousy cook. Okay youse guys, try cooking with only a minimum amount of salt and fat OMG. I spend more time reading labels than I do making sure I have clean underwear on my bum.
Have you ever read the labels on all the stuff we purchase? It's mind boggling. I have caught on to much of it already, but every manufacturer has a different take on how much of what they put on what the label represents. I can buy a can of tomatoes for example, and one manufacture will put the salt content in "as per 2 tsp" and the other will put it in as 1/3 a cup." and rest will fuck you up with grams and mg's until you want to take that can and throw it at somebody who looks like mangement. So, how can you figure it out? Some of them are very tricky, and when you think you are buying something good for you, you see that you can only have a "lick of the spoon".. for all the salt content in the product.
I guess it's all about trying to make what's good for us from scratch. But, as a still working 61 year old, that is very tiring, and the industry knows it, and they know the younger generation who are stressed out having kids and jobs etc. need a fast way to make supper. Therefore poor choices. For them and their children.
I have always been aware of fat content in anything I buy, but I was very neglegent with the salt content until now. I didn't realize Gord had high blood pressure, until the INCIDENT, and salt is a bummer in his case. He of course was his worst enemy with his eating habits during the day...but I guess even if I would have made low salt meals at home it would still have happened. Hippychick, tells me over and over not to blame myself, but I do. I love to kick my own ass!!
BTW... I just checked and I have two of the same posts again ... huh? I had to delete the second one.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
hmmmmm
I published a post yesterday, and it's nowhere to be seen.
Who took it?
Was I drunk?...I don't think so. Maybe I was, because I can't remember what I wrote! Yes, I remember, and I woke up this morning thinking it was a little smutty. Sometimes the smutbucket in me is hard to contain.
Nothing is going right here, well I shouldn't say that so fast because I was so tired of my fish tank, ...so my last fish has met his maker. All is left to do is to "fish" him out of the tank and put him to rest. An era is finally over. I loves dem fishies guys, but the last ten years have become strained, when some of them got so got so big I was scared of them. The maintenance, and constant monitoring is something I will not miss. But I will miss this little last guy, he was surviour.
I finally got out into the back 40 today. With my big barn boots on. What a mess. I found a place to play with Penny that was not frought with dog shit, broken tree branches, standing water and general gunkeness. Penny was finally happy I could manage the outdoors without doing a faceplant in a snowbank, and we played till she dropped. She almost fell in the pond. I forgot it was there because it was still covered with snow, but melted underneath. Once I saw the stones surrounding it I realized..opps we don't wanna go there. We are getting the maintenace company from our shop to clean it all up this year. I will just sit back at the patio table on the deck, with my laptop and a nice crisp glass of white wine and watch.
Who took it?
Was I drunk?...I don't think so. Maybe I was, because I can't remember what I wrote! Yes, I remember, and I woke up this morning thinking it was a little smutty. Sometimes the smutbucket in me is hard to contain.
Nothing is going right here, well I shouldn't say that so fast because I was so tired of my fish tank, ...so my last fish has met his maker. All is left to do is to "fish" him out of the tank and put him to rest. An era is finally over. I loves dem fishies guys, but the last ten years have become strained, when some of them got so got so big I was scared of them. The maintenance, and constant monitoring is something I will not miss. But I will miss this little last guy, he was surviour.
I finally got out into the back 40 today. With my big barn boots on. What a mess. I found a place to play with Penny that was not frought with dog shit, broken tree branches, standing water and general gunkeness. Penny was finally happy I could manage the outdoors without doing a faceplant in a snowbank, and we played till she dropped. She almost fell in the pond. I forgot it was there because it was still covered with snow, but melted underneath. Once I saw the stones surrounding it I realized..opps we don't wanna go there. We are getting the maintenace company from our shop to clean it all up this year. I will just sit back at the patio table on the deck, with my laptop and a nice crisp glass of white wine and watch.
hmmmmm
I published a post yesterday, and it's nowhere to be seen.
Who took it?
Was I drunk?...I don't think so. Maybe I was, because I can't remember what I wrote! Yes, I remember, and I woke up this morning thinking it was a little smutty. Sometimes the smutbucket in me is hard to contain.
Nothing is going right here, well I shouldn't say that so fast because I was so tired of my fish tank, ...so my last fish has met his maker. All is left to do is to "fish" him out of the tank and put him to rest. An era is finally over. I loves dem fishies guys, but the last ten years have become strained, when some of them got so got so big I was scared of them. The maintenance, and constant monitoring is something I will not miss. But I will miss this little last guy, he was surviour.
I finally got out into the back 40 today. With my big barn boots on. What a mess. I found a place to play with Penny that was not frought with dog shit, broken tree branches, standing water and general gunkeness. Penny was finally happy I could manage the outdoors without doing a faceplant in a snowbank, and we played till she dropped. She almost fell in the pond. I forgot it was there because it was still covered with snow, but melted underneath. Once I saw the stones surrounding it I realized..opps we don't wanna go there. We are getting the maintenace company from our shop to clean it all up this year. I will just sit back at the patio table on the deck, with my laptop and a nice crisp glass of white wine and watch.
Who took it?
Was I drunk?...I don't think so. Maybe I was, because I can't remember what I wrote! Yes, I remember, and I woke up this morning thinking it was a little smutty. Sometimes the smutbucket in me is hard to contain.
Nothing is going right here, well I shouldn't say that so fast because I was so tired of my fish tank, ...so my last fish has met his maker. All is left to do is to "fish" him out of the tank and put him to rest. An era is finally over. I loves dem fishies guys, but the last ten years have become strained, when some of them got so got so big I was scared of them. The maintenance, and constant monitoring is something I will not miss. But I will miss this little last guy, he was surviour.
I finally got out into the back 40 today. With my big barn boots on. What a mess. I found a place to play with Penny that was not frought with dog shit, broken tree branches, standing water and general gunkeness. Penny was finally happy I could manage the outdoors without doing a faceplant in a snowbank, and we played till she dropped. She almost fell in the pond. I forgot it was there because it was still covered with snow, but melted underneath. Once I saw the stones surrounding it I realized..opps we don't wanna go there. We are getting the maintenace company from our shop to clean it all up this year. I will just sit back at the patio table on the deck, with my laptop and a nice crisp glass of white wine and watch.
Monday, March 26, 2007
The worst is over
You see, the water is coming in the rec room from a cement wall that is right beside the garage and goes down to the lower level. It's hard to describe in a house like ours. When we took all the dry wall off we could see a fine crack coming from the garage right down to the basement. I fought Gord about opening the wall last year and this year, because it would wreck everything in the rec room. So, he thought all his efforts in sloping the patio etc. would alleviate most of the problems. It did not.
I cringed, when he started sawing the wall apart. OMG, because we want to sell the house in a year or so, and we aren't carpenters able to fix it by any means!! But, there it was plain as day, THE CRACK that has plagued us for so long. We did actually get some sleep last night. When he came home, he repatched the entire area, and we only got up twice to vac it out and spin dry the towels. It's not half as bad as it was last year, because we know where it's coming from and have done something to curb it.
So, I am going to phone our insurance agent tomorrow, to see if we are covered for this. Probably not, knowing insurance companies. A lot of the floor tiles have loosened and come apart, and now the wall is screwed. Last year our carpet in the main area was soaked, but we managed to save it, but this year it looks a little wilted from all the water last year. Who knows. It's not like we ever go down there, I can't stand to be in a room without windows, so I never made use of the area. We have some old crap down there, but I got rid most of it last year. It's pretty bare bones, especially when you never know what spring might bring.
Yesterday I wrote, we had a 3 level split, I meant a 4 level split. I can hardly walk today, from all the exercise, it felt like I had really good sex without the fun. Gord and I were up to our asses in cement filler..soooo it didn't happen. We had it in our face, hair, clothes, floor, dog and probably in our private parts... by the time we were finished. Everything was shut up tight. You can't be too careful, can you? Anyway I won't have a miracle baby, because I was cemented shut. Like we actually had the energy for that last night..heh...
I got to make one more trip down in the hole tonight before we go to bed, and we should be good until the morn.
I was bitchy last night, but I made a really good pot roast, now we are having stew, with a surprise! Let's see how "Mikey likes that?"...the surprise if is...guess?
Balonie...she is evil!
I cringed, when he started sawing the wall apart. OMG, because we want to sell the house in a year or so, and we aren't carpenters able to fix it by any means!! But, there it was plain as day, THE CRACK that has plagued us for so long. We did actually get some sleep last night. When he came home, he repatched the entire area, and we only got up twice to vac it out and spin dry the towels. It's not half as bad as it was last year, because we know where it's coming from and have done something to curb it.
So, I am going to phone our insurance agent tomorrow, to see if we are covered for this. Probably not, knowing insurance companies. A lot of the floor tiles have loosened and come apart, and now the wall is screwed. Last year our carpet in the main area was soaked, but we managed to save it, but this year it looks a little wilted from all the water last year. Who knows. It's not like we ever go down there, I can't stand to be in a room without windows, so I never made use of the area. We have some old crap down there, but I got rid most of it last year. It's pretty bare bones, especially when you never know what spring might bring.
Yesterday I wrote, we had a 3 level split, I meant a 4 level split. I can hardly walk today, from all the exercise, it felt like I had really good sex without the fun. Gord and I were up to our asses in cement filler..soooo it didn't happen. We had it in our face, hair, clothes, floor, dog and probably in our private parts... by the time we were finished. Everything was shut up tight. You can't be too careful, can you? Anyway I won't have a miracle baby, because I was cemented shut. Like we actually had the energy for that last night..heh...
I got to make one more trip down in the hole tonight before we go to bed, and we should be good until the morn.
I was bitchy last night, but I made a really good pot roast, now we are having stew, with a surprise! Let's see how "Mikey likes that?"...the surprise if is...guess?
Balonie...she is evil!
Sunday, March 25, 2007
I spoke to soon.
The water started to rush in this morning, with a vengence. I have been down there on the half hour, with the shop vac cleaning it out. Fuck!
Gord decided to take the gyp rock off the wall, and we saw a huge crack in the cement along side of it. That is where it has been coming from all the time. Spring run off is in high gear right now, so if the last three years were an indication, we won't be getting much sleep this week! We tried to repair it with a cement mixture that would tolerate water, but it hasn't seemed to stem the flow. I have about 30 towels on the floor, just so I can get a break, and then go back down and put them in a bucket, take them to the washer to spin the water out, and start all over again. Then I had to get my laundry done in between that...awwww. I am more than exhaused. The basement is three floors down. Don't ever buy a three level split house. Ever.
I don't want Gord to be stressed over this, so I am trying do more than my share, so he doesn't worry too much. I will sleep in the guest bedroom downstairs, so I can get up every two hours or so and run down to vac the shit out. Fuck! oh, did I say that already?
Sunday night supper: who gives a crap!
Update tomorrow!!
Gord decided to take the gyp rock off the wall, and we saw a huge crack in the cement along side of it. That is where it has been coming from all the time. Spring run off is in high gear right now, so if the last three years were an indication, we won't be getting much sleep this week! We tried to repair it with a cement mixture that would tolerate water, but it hasn't seemed to stem the flow. I have about 30 towels on the floor, just so I can get a break, and then go back down and put them in a bucket, take them to the washer to spin the water out, and start all over again. Then I had to get my laundry done in between that...awwww. I am more than exhaused. The basement is three floors down. Don't ever buy a three level split house. Ever.
I don't want Gord to be stressed over this, so I am trying do more than my share, so he doesn't worry too much. I will sleep in the guest bedroom downstairs, so I can get up every two hours or so and run down to vac the shit out. Fuck! oh, did I say that already?
Sunday night supper: who gives a crap!
Update tomorrow!!
Friday, March 23, 2007
Sure signs of spring
** It's raining
** The geese are flocking
** Masses of dog shit that are heaving in the back yard and destroying the ozone layer.
** Poor dead little birds under my window on the deck who thought that it was the stairway to heaven.
** My creepy neighbour who emerged, looking as creepy as he did last year.
** Snowbanks that look like they need a good scrubbing. All the dirt is just disgusting.
** Melting snowpersons. The neighbours SP just lost his nose, I saw the carrot on the ground. But by the next day it was gone. The bunnies got it. Don't you just love recycling?
** Penny. She has shifted into spring mode. All she wants to do is play outside, but the backyard is still a sorry mess, and I can't get out there until all the snow melts. Unless I want to sink up to my ass in the soft snow, shit, broken branches, and misc. obnoxious crap that has accumulated over this stinking winter.
** I mentioned the crows before. I think they found me. I threw a rock at them. Bastards.
** I'm just waiting for the basement to flood again like last year. You all remember Gord reshoring our patio blocks last summer, so it wouldn't happen again. Let's cross our fingers he did it right and sloped them all down the right way. I'm surprised he didn't have AN INCIDENT last summer, because it was a huge job.
I'm just loving listening to the the soft rain. This spring more than most. I have taken so much for granted over the years, and sweated the small stuff. Change is hard, but yet so easy when you put it all in perspective.
Gord and I have been having breakfast, lunch and supper together ever since THE INCIDENT, and today he wanted "off the leash". He is getting a little sick of my low cal food. When he got to the shop this morning, he said he was going to go to the family restaurant next door and have his usual Friday Bacon and eggs. I looked at him, and said, "I can't stop you"...but you know it's not the right thing to do. He hemmed and hawwed...and said "can't I have it just once a month"? I said, yeah, but the month ain't up yet since you had THE INCIDENT. So, he went back into his office and did some work, and came back an hour later eating an orange. He had changed his mind. Yes, I know it was a guilt trip, but he loves fast food (hamburgers) way too much. I asked him later, if he was coming home for lunch, and he said no, because he had a call that would take him over the lunch hour. I said that was okay, he could just come home and have some left over Chili and toast.
Around 4:00 PM when he came back to the shop, he said he had gone to Tim Hortons for lunch and had a bowl of Chili and a whole wheat bun and a coffee. He was almost looking down at his feet as he was telling me this...poor guy. He didn't fail. It's better than eating hamburgers!!
What I don't understand is that I had a huge batch of chili in the fridge I had made on Wednesay, and he didn't like it. He said it didn't have any "taste." Well, the only thing I am doing diffently now, is I am using "no salt" tomatoes. He prides himself in never using salt at the table, welll...yeah....I never put salt in my recipes either, but all the crap I use to make has it has so much salt in it, it could kill a crow. He is missing the salt...and that is why he enjoyed the chili from Tim Hortons. No, I think that is a lie.
He just wanted some freedom, and make his own choices. It's a fine line I lead. It's only been a month, so we will have our ups and downs, but we will work this shit out.
Have a good weekend....hey..did you see the new template..surprise!!! balonie made it, she is worse than salt, she rules me.
** The geese are flocking
** Masses of dog shit that are heaving in the back yard and destroying the ozone layer.
** Poor dead little birds under my window on the deck who thought that it was the stairway to heaven.
** My creepy neighbour who emerged, looking as creepy as he did last year.
** Snowbanks that look like they need a good scrubbing. All the dirt is just disgusting.
** Melting snowpersons. The neighbours SP just lost his nose, I saw the carrot on the ground. But by the next day it was gone. The bunnies got it. Don't you just love recycling?
** Penny. She has shifted into spring mode. All she wants to do is play outside, but the backyard is still a sorry mess, and I can't get out there until all the snow melts. Unless I want to sink up to my ass in the soft snow, shit, broken branches, and misc. obnoxious crap that has accumulated over this stinking winter.
** I mentioned the crows before. I think they found me. I threw a rock at them. Bastards.
** I'm just waiting for the basement to flood again like last year. You all remember Gord reshoring our patio blocks last summer, so it wouldn't happen again. Let's cross our fingers he did it right and sloped them all down the right way. I'm surprised he didn't have AN INCIDENT last summer, because it was a huge job.
I'm just loving listening to the the soft rain. This spring more than most. I have taken so much for granted over the years, and sweated the small stuff. Change is hard, but yet so easy when you put it all in perspective.
Gord and I have been having breakfast, lunch and supper together ever since THE INCIDENT, and today he wanted "off the leash". He is getting a little sick of my low cal food. When he got to the shop this morning, he said he was going to go to the family restaurant next door and have his usual Friday Bacon and eggs. I looked at him, and said, "I can't stop you"...but you know it's not the right thing to do. He hemmed and hawwed...and said "can't I have it just once a month"? I said, yeah, but the month ain't up yet since you had THE INCIDENT. So, he went back into his office and did some work, and came back an hour later eating an orange. He had changed his mind. Yes, I know it was a guilt trip, but he loves fast food (hamburgers) way too much. I asked him later, if he was coming home for lunch, and he said no, because he had a call that would take him over the lunch hour. I said that was okay, he could just come home and have some left over Chili and toast.
Around 4:00 PM when he came back to the shop, he said he had gone to Tim Hortons for lunch and had a bowl of Chili and a whole wheat bun and a coffee. He was almost looking down at his feet as he was telling me this...poor guy. He didn't fail. It's better than eating hamburgers!!
What I don't understand is that I had a huge batch of chili in the fridge I had made on Wednesay, and he didn't like it. He said it didn't have any "taste." Well, the only thing I am doing diffently now, is I am using "no salt" tomatoes. He prides himself in never using salt at the table, welll...yeah....I never put salt in my recipes either, but all the crap I use to make has it has so much salt in it, it could kill a crow. He is missing the salt...and that is why he enjoyed the chili from Tim Hortons. No, I think that is a lie.
He just wanted some freedom, and make his own choices. It's a fine line I lead. It's only been a month, so we will have our ups and downs, but we will work this shit out.
Have a good weekend....hey..did you see the new template..surprise!!! balonie made it, she is worse than salt, she rules me.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
The geese have returned........
All is well. maybe not, so have the crows. You know, if I hear one more of those sumabitches "cawing" on my tree outside on the deck, I'm going to buy a pistol. And not one of those that has a flag popping out when you pull the trigger. I'm buying me a heavy duty machine gun. I know, we have gun controls in Canada, but who would miss a crow? rat a tat tat.
I know what I did last spring is going to come and bite me on my ass. I saved a nest of almost full grown crow babies from dying. Something must have happened to the crowmother, and then the crowfather was in charge. As it is with most men, he was totally useless without crowmother. All he did was "caw" for her over...and over again... saying .."bring the kids some food, clean up the nest you pig, and give me some lovin tonight". Crowmother, probably had a restraining order against him, because he took off the next day, and left the fledglings on their own. And she probably flew to Florida, to find herself a rich sugar daddy crow. Maternal instincts are not present in all of our fine feathered friends.
So, I started feeding them dog food. They could fly from the tree the the fence, and everyday I would put out dry dog food on the the ledge of the fence, and everyday it would be gone when I got home!! And at night they would be back in the nest, crying for crowmother and crowshitheaddad. I sat on the deck many a night talking to them, and trying to console them, and some them actually, flew into the tree directly by the deck to listen to me. I did that for a few weeks, and finally they took off by themselves. Actually crows are very smart. I think I mentioned this way back...that Gord had a crow that they found abandoned when he was just a kid. He was the smartest little thing you ever saw. Too bad some lady in town didn't like him taking the clothes pins off her wash line and dropping her clothes in the mud!! He was mischievious!! He loved everything "silver" and hid all Gord's dad's tools in the shop in the rafters!! Joe, the crow!! He was cool.
So, I'm thinking most birds come back to where they were born to nest, and maybe I'll see those loud mouth buggers again. Maybe they will remember me. I was sort of a mother figure. heh..
I know what I did last spring is going to come and bite me on my ass. I saved a nest of almost full grown crow babies from dying. Something must have happened to the crowmother, and then the crowfather was in charge. As it is with most men, he was totally useless without crowmother. All he did was "caw" for her over...and over again... saying .."bring the kids some food, clean up the nest you pig, and give me some lovin tonight". Crowmother, probably had a restraining order against him, because he took off the next day, and left the fledglings on their own. And she probably flew to Florida, to find herself a rich sugar daddy crow. Maternal instincts are not present in all of our fine feathered friends.
So, I started feeding them dog food. They could fly from the tree the the fence, and everyday I would put out dry dog food on the the ledge of the fence, and everyday it would be gone when I got home!! And at night they would be back in the nest, crying for crowmother and crowshitheaddad. I sat on the deck many a night talking to them, and trying to console them, and some them actually, flew into the tree directly by the deck to listen to me. I did that for a few weeks, and finally they took off by themselves. Actually crows are very smart. I think I mentioned this way back...that Gord had a crow that they found abandoned when he was just a kid. He was the smartest little thing you ever saw. Too bad some lady in town didn't like him taking the clothes pins off her wash line and dropping her clothes in the mud!! He was mischievious!! He loved everything "silver" and hid all Gord's dad's tools in the shop in the rafters!! Joe, the crow!! He was cool.
So, I'm thinking most birds come back to where they were born to nest, and maybe I'll see those loud mouth buggers again. Maybe they will remember me. I was sort of a mother figure. heh..
Monday, March 19, 2007
You know the the snowballs I threw yesterday?
WELL, it screwed up my knee. It hurts like a bitch. I must of leaned on it in the wet snow to get some leaverage, and hurt the damn thing. I found out later, it didn't do any good anyway, the satellite signal was out, not my iced up dish. Dumbass balonie was giving me all the wrong signals. I hate her. She probably screwed up my carrot cake muffins. She's been messing with my head all weekend.
I had to laugh the other day, our nephew Chris called from British Columbia to see how his Uncle Gordie was doing, and when I answered he said "Hi Balonie"...awwwww ..he gave me the name. I had almost forgotten that.
Well, those lazy man's cabbage rolls, sure kept me "regular." I could have shit through the eye of a needle this morning. It's all with the cabbage.
Maybe I should change the name of my blog, to "It's Always About the Bowel Movement."
I'm sure you would be flocking over here to see my next one.
We are have pork tenderloins tonight...with salad and and good attitude.:)
I had to laugh the other day, our nephew Chris called from British Columbia to see how his Uncle Gordie was doing, and when I answered he said "Hi Balonie"...awwwww ..he gave me the name. I had almost forgotten that.
Well, those lazy man's cabbage rolls, sure kept me "regular." I could have shit through the eye of a needle this morning. It's all with the cabbage.
Maybe I should change the name of my blog, to "It's Always About the Bowel Movement."
I'm sure you would be flocking over here to see my next one.
We are have pork tenderloins tonight...with salad and and good attitude.:)
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Baking crap and no TV makes for a sad balonie
It's been a quite day. No TV! We have had been getting rain mixed with snow, and it all stuck to our "thing of a ma jig" ..hmmm "dish" on the roof. I tried throwing wet snowballs at it to get the snow off, and damn near put my arm out. I must have thrown 20 balls up there, and missed 15 times, and the other five didn't do much good. I gotta get into shape, I'll never make the major leagues at this rate.
I got up early this morn because I knew it was time to start putting our tax stuff together for the end of April. I spent all day doing bookwork, and got a few days left to complete it all. I have to get better organized, so I don't always get so stressed at the last moment.
We are still on "save Gord from himself" while eating smarter. He has been excellent and hardly wrinkles his big nose at my food preps anymore. Except yesterday, when I made fresh salmon with wild rice. It was great!! I love it. But, if fish tastes "fishy" it's all over for him! I ususally bake Basa or other mild fish which he can tolerate, but he didn't like this one. Gawwwd it was so delcious. So, I guess I will have to cook up the rest of the fillets for myself. His loss. I have been doing a lot of experimenting lately with our diet, and of course some is good and some is not so good (don't get me started on my first try at muffins). I know all the in's and out's of eating smarter. I cook that way at home anyway, but his horrible habits of eating cheeseburgers, everyday, plus having a huge bag of chips at this side in the truck did nothing but make him fatter and fatter, and cancelled out what was happening at home.
We had this all under control 10 years ago, but it went to hell for him. I, don't like fast food anyway, but I know I was eating way to much pasta, cheese etc. at home when he wasn't there. God I love spagetti. And the pizza's on Friday were both our downfall.
So today for lunch I surprised him, we got up late and only had a muffin and coffee for breakfast. I made Turkey Bacon sandwiches! By god it's good, Mikey even liked it. We had Turkey Bacon, tomato and "Egg Creations" sandwiches. The Egg Creations come in a pint sized jug .. and they are only egg whites with some kind of yellow colouring, but hey,they are good when all compressed in two pieces of toast along with fake bacon, fake mayo and real tomatoes. We were smiling.
Tonites supper IS: Lazy Man's Cabbage Rolls. Just like in the day. It's got all the good stuff in it, I just make sure the hamburger is very lean. I still make all my old favorites, but keep the fat to minium. You shouldn't have to change every damn thing, because then you loose your will to want to get to your goal weight. I make sure we always have something on hand that is satisfying.
So...have a gander...
Excuse the dishes under the cutting board, that is where I hide them if the dishwasher if full. I think someone should cut off my hands for being such a bad housewife. No...cut off my ...nevermind I'm getting a little punchy. Time for Lazy Man's
Yummy Banana and blueberry muffins. You don't wont know what I did to my first batch of muffins, I must have been on some mind altering drugs, but they tasted like sawdust. I got the recipe from stupid book I bought at Safeway. I think I was still in shock and was very vunerable ...I'm over that now. The day after I made them I left a banana and a one of my wonderful um muffins for Gord on the table for breakfast, so he could have them with his coffee, and he phoned me at work and asked me if I was trying to kill him!! I think it was the shredded carrots in there that really took the "muff" out of muffins. Crappola my friends... I think I probably didn't shred them fine enough and they were "a little burnt' and stuck up his nose. I have never been good at baking. So this is my first trip down this road. I'm good at pies, but....I don't think I'll be making them anytime soon.
See you all soon...be well.
Where is my mom when I need her?
She must of just heard me...my TV just came back on...thanks Mom!!
I got up early this morn because I knew it was time to start putting our tax stuff together for the end of April. I spent all day doing bookwork, and got a few days left to complete it all. I have to get better organized, so I don't always get so stressed at the last moment.
We are still on "save Gord from himself" while eating smarter. He has been excellent and hardly wrinkles his big nose at my food preps anymore. Except yesterday, when I made fresh salmon with wild rice. It was great!! I love it. But, if fish tastes "fishy" it's all over for him! I ususally bake Basa or other mild fish which he can tolerate, but he didn't like this one. Gawwwd it was so delcious. So, I guess I will have to cook up the rest of the fillets for myself. His loss. I have been doing a lot of experimenting lately with our diet, and of course some is good and some is not so good (don't get me started on my first try at muffins). I know all the in's and out's of eating smarter. I cook that way at home anyway, but his horrible habits of eating cheeseburgers, everyday, plus having a huge bag of chips at this side in the truck did nothing but make him fatter and fatter, and cancelled out what was happening at home.
We had this all under control 10 years ago, but it went to hell for him. I, don't like fast food anyway, but I know I was eating way to much pasta, cheese etc. at home when he wasn't there. God I love spagetti. And the pizza's on Friday were both our downfall.
So today for lunch I surprised him, we got up late and only had a muffin and coffee for breakfast. I made Turkey Bacon sandwiches! By god it's good, Mikey even liked it. We had Turkey Bacon, tomato and "Egg Creations" sandwiches. The Egg Creations come in a pint sized jug .. and they are only egg whites with some kind of yellow colouring, but hey,they are good when all compressed in two pieces of toast along with fake bacon, fake mayo and real tomatoes. We were smiling.
Tonites supper IS: Lazy Man's Cabbage Rolls. Just like in the day. It's got all the good stuff in it, I just make sure the hamburger is very lean. I still make all my old favorites, but keep the fat to minium. You shouldn't have to change every damn thing, because then you loose your will to want to get to your goal weight. I make sure we always have something on hand that is satisfying.
So...have a gander...
Excuse the dishes under the cutting board, that is where I hide them if the dishwasher if full. I think someone should cut off my hands for being such a bad housewife. No...cut off my ...nevermind I'm getting a little punchy. Time for Lazy Man's
Yummy Banana and blueberry muffins. You don't wont know what I did to my first batch of muffins, I must have been on some mind altering drugs, but they tasted like sawdust. I got the recipe from stupid book I bought at Safeway. I think I was still in shock and was very vunerable ...I'm over that now. The day after I made them I left a banana and a one of my wonderful um muffins for Gord on the table for breakfast, so he could have them with his coffee, and he phoned me at work and asked me if I was trying to kill him!! I think it was the shredded carrots in there that really took the "muff" out of muffins. Crappola my friends... I think I probably didn't shred them fine enough and they were "a little burnt' and stuck up his nose. I have never been good at baking. So this is my first trip down this road. I'm good at pies, but....I don't think I'll be making them anytime soon.
See you all soon...be well.
Where is my mom when I need her?
She must of just heard me...my TV just came back on...thanks Mom!!
Friday, March 16, 2007
Just a note to my blogging friends
I took all your wise advise, and told the telemarketers to take us off their phone list, since then, the phone has been silent. It's a little scary. I have to pick up the phone every now and again to make sure it working. Finally, I have some peace. I know the CRTC here in Canada are going to come down on them very soon, so maybe they are backing off. It was a living hell. We had at least 4 a night and when I came home for lunch during the day, I would be answering the phone at least twice in that hour.
So, thanks for all your advise, I appreciate it.
I made homemade whole grain pizza buns for supper tonight. I know it's getting old for Gord, but I made them a little different than I did the last two weeks, today I put them in a new pan. HA, it's different, isn't it??????????? Same shit, different pan. Hey, I like them!! Get used it it buddy! It's really hard getting low sodium pepperoni. I don't think God has invented that yet. I thought of boiling it, then sitting on it for about an hour to get the salt out of it. But, I didn't want to pucker up my ASS. That is the only firm part of my body!!! The highlight of the evening will be with the fat free, sugar free ice-cream/with a banana. I might make a smoothy with it in the blender to make it taste better.
Recipes...anyone?
Till Sunday supper...
So, thanks for all your advise, I appreciate it.
I made homemade whole grain pizza buns for supper tonight. I know it's getting old for Gord, but I made them a little different than I did the last two weeks, today I put them in a new pan. HA, it's different, isn't it??????????? Same shit, different pan. Hey, I like them!! Get used it it buddy! It's really hard getting low sodium pepperoni. I don't think God has invented that yet. I thought of boiling it, then sitting on it for about an hour to get the salt out of it. But, I didn't want to pucker up my ASS. That is the only firm part of my body!!! The highlight of the evening will be with the fat free, sugar free ice-cream/with a banana. I might make a smoothy with it in the blender to make it taste better.
Recipes...anyone?
Till Sunday supper...
Thursday, March 15, 2007
More whining
All is well at Chez Martin.
I almost felt good enough today to change my template. I had an itch. But my boss came back too soon from his meeting, and screwed me up. So I will wait until the weekend and see if the "itch" is still there.
I have lost 15 pounds since Christmas!! I didn't realize it until I bought a scale on Saturday. I weighed myself at a friends house during the holidays and knew how much I weighed, and when I bought the scale on Saturday, I was shocked. But, now that I think of it my pants were falling off me bones, and I never much paid attention. I gain weight in my upper body first, and my skinny ass and legs never get the puffy stuff to match the rest of my body, therefore making me look like ummm much larger on top than the bottom. It's hard to describe. Try Lollypop. So as of today I am 150 lbs. My goal is 140. I have been down to 135 before, but I look a little weasel like then. We will see.
Tomorrow Gord and I are going out for his first fast food adventure since the INCIDENT. So, far he has been coming home for my low cal lunches. We will be going to Subway. He has been fast fooding it for so many years and I know he misses it. So, to ease his mind from only eating my low cal, salt free menu, we will actually get someone else to "bring it on." 1/2 a sub..only. (on whole wheat) Because I will be present and kick his ass if orders more. And if he has a melt down, shucks, I will bring along a nice little fruit cup we can have for dessert. HAA
awwwwwwwwwwwww this is so hard.
But, this too shall pass.
I almost felt good enough today to change my template. I had an itch. But my boss came back too soon from his meeting, and screwed me up. So I will wait until the weekend and see if the "itch" is still there.
I have lost 15 pounds since Christmas!! I didn't realize it until I bought a scale on Saturday. I weighed myself at a friends house during the holidays and knew how much I weighed, and when I bought the scale on Saturday, I was shocked. But, now that I think of it my pants were falling off me bones, and I never much paid attention. I gain weight in my upper body first, and my skinny ass and legs never get the puffy stuff to match the rest of my body, therefore making me look like ummm much larger on top than the bottom. It's hard to describe. Try Lollypop. So as of today I am 150 lbs. My goal is 140. I have been down to 135 before, but I look a little weasel like then. We will see.
Tomorrow Gord and I are going out for his first fast food adventure since the INCIDENT. So, far he has been coming home for my low cal lunches. We will be going to Subway. He has been fast fooding it for so many years and I know he misses it. So, to ease his mind from only eating my low cal, salt free menu, we will actually get someone else to "bring it on." 1/2 a sub..only. (on whole wheat) Because I will be present and kick his ass if orders more. And if he has a melt down, shucks, I will bring along a nice little fruit cup we can have for dessert. HAA
awwwwwwwwwwwww this is so hard.
But, this too shall pass.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
It was American Idol or blogging
I chose blogging. It's on in the background, but I keep swivelling my head to watch the TV...and it's starting to hurt.
Oh...what was I saying... Hi!
Things are going very well around here. It's amazing how much has changed. Diet, attitudes and some kind words. I took a long look at myself, and how I approached every crossroad in our lives. Before it only took a few minutes after he walked into the house after work, and brought home the days paperwork, and he would ask me a question .."if this was paid" or something like that...and I would fly off the handle. I was just tired after a long days work ...just wanted to sit in front of the computer and blog a bit before supper with no stress. But, what I forgot, he had just come off a long day of his own and maybe wanted to talk about stuff, and not see the back of my head while I was typing.
We are both to blame for getting on each other nerves, we are so used to treating each other with a little disdain when things get rough. I had forgotten how to be kind, and loving. For a long time. You get into a pattern, and it escalates. I did my thing, he did his. And I knew a long time ago this was wrong, but I didn't do much about it. I realize I am not totally responsible for his condition, but I ignored much of it. Time lost. Things have been so much different, when I don't get all crazy over anything he proposes or thinks about. My hyperness certainly has had an effect on him. I have to realize I was not the only problem, all his friends and family always came to him for help; for fixing appliances for NOTHING, or just support, and he was always there to help. I think sometimes, I was jealous, he spent more time with them, than with me..and I started to shut him out.
I am working on it. We will fix this together. I have held my head in the sand way too long.
Oh...what was I saying... Hi!
Things are going very well around here. It's amazing how much has changed. Diet, attitudes and some kind words. I took a long look at myself, and how I approached every crossroad in our lives. Before it only took a few minutes after he walked into the house after work, and brought home the days paperwork, and he would ask me a question .."if this was paid" or something like that...and I would fly off the handle. I was just tired after a long days work ...just wanted to sit in front of the computer and blog a bit before supper with no stress. But, what I forgot, he had just come off a long day of his own and maybe wanted to talk about stuff, and not see the back of my head while I was typing.
We are both to blame for getting on each other nerves, we are so used to treating each other with a little disdain when things get rough. I had forgotten how to be kind, and loving. For a long time. You get into a pattern, and it escalates. I did my thing, he did his. And I knew a long time ago this was wrong, but I didn't do much about it. I realize I am not totally responsible for his condition, but I ignored much of it. Time lost. Things have been so much different, when I don't get all crazy over anything he proposes or thinks about. My hyperness certainly has had an effect on him. I have to realize I was not the only problem, all his friends and family always came to him for help; for fixing appliances for NOTHING, or just support, and he was always there to help. I think sometimes, I was jealous, he spent more time with them, than with me..and I started to shut him out.
I am working on it. We will fix this together. I have held my head in the sand way too long.
Friday, March 09, 2007
Chucking out the old..bringing in the new.
Well, it's Sunday night and I am armed with a glass of wine, a few smokes, mild weather and a good attitude.
Thanks to all of you who commented again. I will use that information whenever someone calls again. We must be on every list in the world. The phone starts to ring the minute I get home until 9:00PM.
The pot roast in bubbling on the oven as we speak, along with baked taters, and a mixed veggie medley. Gord will be very happy. My extreme low cal dinners are getting him down. I have to realize if he doesn't get some normal food, his diet will fail. I have always cooked low fat etc. but after what happened I think I went a little berserk, and denied him EVERYTHING!! What's wrong with having a banana for supper? What do you mean you can't find any meat in your sandwich?...can't you see the two teaspoons of salmon I put on it underneath the head of lettuce and two pounds of tomatoes? If I keep doing this I will set him up for failure, so now I am going to relax a bit, and everything will be in moderation, not fear. We both have lost 10 lbs. since THE INCIDENT. I'm not ready to say the H.A. word yet. Last night we were talking, and he said he hasn't felt this well for years. So, the med's are working. We have a blood pressure monitor at home, and he takes it twice a day and we keep a running record and it has been "right on" all the time. So, that is comforting. I can sleep at night.
It is surprising how much this mild weather has made me relax a bit. And I thought I would hate the daylight savings time change, but I don't, it's nice to have a sunny house for a few more hours in the evening. I guess I will know just how much I love it tomorrow when I get up in the morning and it will still be dark..grrrrr.
I just realized I cut my King Ludwig story short. I'm betting you were are holding your breath waiting for the next episode heh...Luddy was a bit of a "douche magnet" as I found out later. He wasn't holding court with all those that had his best interests at heart. (I have typed douche in two entries in a row) I must be getting back to my ole self. Or balonie is lurking. I have decided he was a boring King, and I'm going to oust him from my blog kingdom and find someone who's moat I wouldn't mind crossing.
I've been having a bit a struggle with the new guy my boss hired in the office. I'm used to being the only person there when he is away, which is often. Now, I am dealing with a whiner who has been freshly separated with his wife and three children, who wants to TALK ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME! I MEAN ALL THE TIME. He is a forty year old man in child's clothing. I try to ignore him, when he sidles up to my desk and tries to get a conversation going that eventually leads it up to his problems. I don't want to be rude, but I don't want to get involved. I am sure my boss hired him because they go to the same church, and he felt sorry for him. He is a smart guy, but apparently not a smart husband, because she left him, and put a restraining order on him.
I feel bad for ignoring him because I know he has problems, but this is my workplace and got to get shit done. Yesterday he told me if my boss wouldn't have hired him, he probably would have killed himself by now.......... OMG I don't need this information I have enough to deal with at home.
I don't think he ever held a decent job in his life. He has been a student most of sorts most of his life...you know the kind that just go to school so they don't have to work. His wife has been the bread winner with her own business. He has had a dozen mindless jobs and take the summers off to plant trees in British Colombia. He makes his own carrot juice......if he hasn't told me this a thousand times. He is a health food nut, but when the boss brings in donuts, he eats them all. Ahem.
Poor Penny has been ignored a bit in all the excitement these last few weeks. So, I tried to pay more attention to her today, just to make sure she is okay. I took her out for a walk, and had play time in the back yard between loads and loads of laundry that had been piling up. Plus, I made a batch of muffins ..from scratch. I'm not a good baker. They were low fat carrot cake muffins, and low and behold, they turned out to be very tasty. Let's just see if "Mikey" likes them.
Then I decided to clean out all the cabinets in the bathroom. I couldn't be stopped. I needed to clean up shit and throw out shit. I had a garbage bag of stuff after all was said and done. I must have had 30 bottles of shampoo and conditioner that had 1/2 a gram of product left in it, along with expired cold remedies, old mouthwash bottles that looked like someone spit back in it, and at least two different decorator soap, and toothbrush holders from the 80's. There was two dog bowls in there, from when my dog died in 2000. I guess I hid them out of view for some reason. I can't believe I kept all this crap. it wasn't dirty...just cluttered.
Then, the medicine cabinet. There was a bottle of Tylenol 3 sitting there with an expiration date of Nov. 1986. All the old med's get pushed to the back and the new one's went in front, I guess. What a slob. I found a package of hemorrhoid suppositories from 1999. I remember that year, it was painful. Maybe I was keeping all this stuff for posterity? It's like a scrapbook of our lives. There were 5 bottles of Visine. Ummm.. I have no recollection of having eyes problems. A can of some kind of Jock Itch stuff, with about 1/2 a spray left in it. 2 tubes of Polysporin that practically walked out by themselves. A jar of "Vicks" that had a fingerfull left in it. A package of mixed band aids, that only had the large band aids left in it, just in case you got stabbed in the middle of the night. I remember the last time I cut my finger, I had to wear this huge mother band aid till the bleeding stopped. Gawwwd I can't believe I have let things go for so long.
Then came the drawers. Makeup I haven't worn since the 80's were chucked. Dried out mascara, lipstick, old everything. Gone. I feel good, a new start. I already did my closets last week, you would not believe the clothes I have kept. Yes, some were hippyish.
I'm going to start on the basement next week. Then I am going to get the house painted. I just feel this need to get rid of all the old and start fresh.
It takes AN INCIDENT to wake you up.
Have a great week.
Thanks to all of you who commented again. I will use that information whenever someone calls again. We must be on every list in the world. The phone starts to ring the minute I get home until 9:00PM.
The pot roast in bubbling on the oven as we speak, along with baked taters, and a mixed veggie medley. Gord will be very happy. My extreme low cal dinners are getting him down. I have to realize if he doesn't get some normal food, his diet will fail. I have always cooked low fat etc. but after what happened I think I went a little berserk, and denied him EVERYTHING!! What's wrong with having a banana for supper? What do you mean you can't find any meat in your sandwich?...can't you see the two teaspoons of salmon I put on it underneath the head of lettuce and two pounds of tomatoes? If I keep doing this I will set him up for failure, so now I am going to relax a bit, and everything will be in moderation, not fear. We both have lost 10 lbs. since THE INCIDENT. I'm not ready to say the H.A. word yet. Last night we were talking, and he said he hasn't felt this well for years. So, the med's are working. We have a blood pressure monitor at home, and he takes it twice a day and we keep a running record and it has been "right on" all the time. So, that is comforting. I can sleep at night.
It is surprising how much this mild weather has made me relax a bit. And I thought I would hate the daylight savings time change, but I don't, it's nice to have a sunny house for a few more hours in the evening. I guess I will know just how much I love it tomorrow when I get up in the morning and it will still be dark..grrrrr.
I just realized I cut my King Ludwig story short. I'm betting you were are holding your breath waiting for the next episode heh...Luddy was a bit of a "douche magnet" as I found out later. He wasn't holding court with all those that had his best interests at heart. (I have typed douche in two entries in a row) I must be getting back to my ole self. Or balonie is lurking. I have decided he was a boring King, and I'm going to oust him from my blog kingdom and find someone who's moat I wouldn't mind crossing.
I've been having a bit a struggle with the new guy my boss hired in the office. I'm used to being the only person there when he is away, which is often. Now, I am dealing with a whiner who has been freshly separated with his wife and three children, who wants to TALK ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME! I MEAN ALL THE TIME. He is a forty year old man in child's clothing. I try to ignore him, when he sidles up to my desk and tries to get a conversation going that eventually leads it up to his problems. I don't want to be rude, but I don't want to get involved. I am sure my boss hired him because they go to the same church, and he felt sorry for him. He is a smart guy, but apparently not a smart husband, because she left him, and put a restraining order on him.
I feel bad for ignoring him because I know he has problems, but this is my workplace and got to get shit done. Yesterday he told me if my boss wouldn't have hired him, he probably would have killed himself by now.......... OMG I don't need this information I have enough to deal with at home.
I don't think he ever held a decent job in his life. He has been a student most of sorts most of his life...you know the kind that just go to school so they don't have to work. His wife has been the bread winner with her own business. He has had a dozen mindless jobs and take the summers off to plant trees in British Colombia. He makes his own carrot juice......if he hasn't told me this a thousand times. He is a health food nut, but when the boss brings in donuts, he eats them all. Ahem.
Poor Penny has been ignored a bit in all the excitement these last few weeks. So, I tried to pay more attention to her today, just to make sure she is okay. I took her out for a walk, and had play time in the back yard between loads and loads of laundry that had been piling up. Plus, I made a batch of muffins ..from scratch. I'm not a good baker. They were low fat carrot cake muffins, and low and behold, they turned out to be very tasty. Let's just see if "Mikey" likes them.
Then I decided to clean out all the cabinets in the bathroom. I couldn't be stopped. I needed to clean up shit and throw out shit. I had a garbage bag of stuff after all was said and done. I must have had 30 bottles of shampoo and conditioner that had 1/2 a gram of product left in it, along with expired cold remedies, old mouthwash bottles that looked like someone spit back in it, and at least two different decorator soap, and toothbrush holders from the 80's. There was two dog bowls in there, from when my dog died in 2000. I guess I hid them out of view for some reason. I can't believe I kept all this crap. it wasn't dirty...just cluttered.
Then, the medicine cabinet. There was a bottle of Tylenol 3 sitting there with an expiration date of Nov. 1986. All the old med's get pushed to the back and the new one's went in front, I guess. What a slob. I found a package of hemorrhoid suppositories from 1999. I remember that year, it was painful. Maybe I was keeping all this stuff for posterity? It's like a scrapbook of our lives. There were 5 bottles of Visine. Ummm.. I have no recollection of having eyes problems. A can of some kind of Jock Itch stuff, with about 1/2 a spray left in it. 2 tubes of Polysporin that practically walked out by themselves. A jar of "Vicks" that had a fingerfull left in it. A package of mixed band aids, that only had the large band aids left in it, just in case you got stabbed in the middle of the night. I remember the last time I cut my finger, I had to wear this huge mother band aid till the bleeding stopped. Gawwwd I can't believe I have let things go for so long.
Then came the drawers. Makeup I haven't worn since the 80's were chucked. Dried out mascara, lipstick, old everything. Gone. I feel good, a new start. I already did my closets last week, you would not believe the clothes I have kept. Yes, some were hippyish.
I'm going to start on the basement next week. Then I am going to get the house painted. I just feel this need to get rid of all the old and start fresh.
It takes AN INCIDENT to wake you up.
Have a great week.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Hello
I'm afraid all my posts will start to be a little boring. I can't conjure up balonie ...she goes into hiding when times get rough. Douche bag! So, I'm left to my own devices.
I am finally getting back into the swing of things, and exhaling. Gord went for a check up yesterday with our family doctor (who probably got his degree on the Internet)I don't know, that man is so complacent it "unnerves" me...is that a word?
But, he is doing just fine. He just went for a little nap between 7:00-8:00 and 3 fucking telemarketers phoned our house...I am so pissed off, it happens every night and I am constantly answering the phone with absolute bullshit! Phone spam. There has to be a way to stop it. I might just get an unlisted number, because it is so out of hand we don't have a moments peace.
So, let's put this boring post to rest.
:)
I am finally getting back into the swing of things, and exhaling. Gord went for a check up yesterday with our family doctor (who probably got his degree on the Internet)I don't know, that man is so complacent it "unnerves" me...is that a word?
But, he is doing just fine. He just went for a little nap between 7:00-8:00 and 3 fucking telemarketers phoned our house...I am so pissed off, it happens every night and I am constantly answering the phone with absolute bullshit! Phone spam. There has to be a way to stop it. I might just get an unlisted number, because it is so out of hand we don't have a moments peace.
So, let's put this boring post to rest.
:)
Monday, March 05, 2007
He's driving me crazy
But, of course he is running scared and somewhat in denial. I have to realize that. I'm just not going to try to change the things I CANNOT, and leave the rest up to him.
I can't think of a more stressful time in my life. Thank God, for homemade wine.
Once he talks to the doc on Wednesday I think he will have the answers he needs to move on.
But, we had a break through today. I have been nagging him to quit eating nachos, and every unhealthy snack he eats throughout his day... Today, he took his stash out of the van and threw it in the garbage..right in front of me! He said that was enough of that. So, this might be a sign he knows he has to change his habits.
All I can do is hope.
I can't think of a more stressful time in my life. Thank God, for homemade wine.
Once he talks to the doc on Wednesday I think he will have the answers he needs to move on.
But, we had a break through today. I have been nagging him to quit eating nachos, and every unhealthy snack he eats throughout his day... Today, he took his stash out of the van and threw it in the garbage..right in front of me! He said that was enough of that. So, this might be a sign he knows he has to change his habits.
All I can do is hope.
Friday, March 02, 2007
Friday ...lord thankyou
I am exhausted. I will probably sleep through the weekend. Well, my version of sleep has been sleeping "with one eye open." My brain is on constant alert.
Gord went into the office today, and puttered around. There is no keeping him at home I tells ya!! He feels great. But, I don't think the full impact of this has sunk in. He is still in a bit of denial. And, that is where I come in and blow his bullshit theories all to hell. But in a nice way. A couple of days ago he said it must have been something about that "Mountain Dew" he drank before he came home. Ohhhh yeah..Mountain Dew will do that to ya!! But, I guess you search your mind for answers to anything that precipitated the event...but Mountain Dew?? give.me.a.break! He laughed about it later too, saying ..well, I thought about everything I never usually do, and I hadn't had a Mountain Dew for years, until that evening. It's funny how the mind works.
We are having toasted low fat pizza on a bun for supper. Blah, you say....no it's really good. We used to have it all the time, but then I got lazy and start ordering in.
Well, it's time to get the "buns in the oven"..heh...
See you Sunday!!
Balonie...
Gord went into the office today, and puttered around. There is no keeping him at home I tells ya!! He feels great. But, I don't think the full impact of this has sunk in. He is still in a bit of denial. And, that is where I come in and blow his bullshit theories all to hell. But in a nice way. A couple of days ago he said it must have been something about that "Mountain Dew" he drank before he came home. Ohhhh yeah..Mountain Dew will do that to ya!! But, I guess you search your mind for answers to anything that precipitated the event...but Mountain Dew?? give.me.a.break! He laughed about it later too, saying ..well, I thought about everything I never usually do, and I hadn't had a Mountain Dew for years, until that evening. It's funny how the mind works.
We are having toasted low fat pizza on a bun for supper. Blah, you say....no it's really good. We used to have it all the time, but then I got lazy and start ordering in.
Well, it's time to get the "buns in the oven"..heh...
See you Sunday!!
Balonie...
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