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Why oh Why?

To first off warn each and every one of you who read this blog- it will not be nice. My ability to be nice has vanished into thin air much like my ability to sleep. I am completely incapable of having any form of a censorship button due to the fact I have been awake since 02:30 this morning. The one time I actually attempted to doze off was exactly five minutes before my Hubby’s cell phone rang- at 04:00- sharp.

That being said- to give everyone the tenor of my most despicable mood- don’t most normal, rational people with a hint of intellect check their phones prior to going to bed for the night? Is it that difficult a thing to check, ya know, when you’re figuring out if you should plug it in to charge overnight? Wouldn’t you then see that you missed a call or two? Like say, about important stuff like- oh, I don’t know- if two vacant slots in the next day’s schedule had been filled. Your fellow co-worker wondering if he should prep his gear for the next day or not? Apparently, this is …

Turkey Time Be Coming...

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I kind of feel like this right now.... Trying and trying to blog but not quite getting there!


Our Sunday morning started off good... Until I went to check on the piggies. Then it took a tumble straight into crap. Goober was huddled in her house, looking cold and half asleep. So I bumped up the furnace and waited a few minutes to see if it helped. I got Hubby and we tried to flush her from her house. Then we saw the real problem... A fatal problem. I will not give you all the gory details, and they are gory I can assure you. We peacefully put her to sleep on our own, and brought her back home.


Then our coping mechanisms kicked in. Mine was cleaning and Hubby's was putter projects. Both of us trying to not focus on how saddened we were by the loss of our eldest piggy. One of Hubby's projects was to create a new living arrangement for Silvia, Callico, and the newly lonesome piggy Babe to all live together. Which thus far, yes they are living together, but they are also fighting a l…

Not a Good Day Make...

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I haven't had the greatest of day today. Well- this morning wasn't exactly wonderful, but it has been gradually improving over all.

This morning- started rough. I didn't feel like doing anything. Then the text messages started about an issue with an ambulance from a friend. Sad news- I'm not responsible for trouble reports. That is something to be reported to dispatch, then dispatch contacts our repair shop and the issue is dealt with accordingly. But try telling that to someone at seven in the morning when you are already grumpy and they are complaining about not wanting to get into "the old truck" if their truck is broken. Ugh.

Then I stepped on Doggie Pup and Morganna. Then I spilled dog chicken and Alpo on my pants while making Doggie Pup's breakfast. Then I couldn't decide on shoes to wear today. Then I had to load all the garbage in to the back of my truck since today was garbage day and spilled god knows what else from a leaky bag ontp my pants.

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Rare, but Possible

Yesterday, while out running about with Hubby, I witnessed something that infuriated me so deeply- that it short circuited my brain and I was useless the rest of the afternoon. I was so upset I was shaking uncontrolablly and couldn't focus on anything but the rage inside of me- that Hubby was fully waiting for me to unleashed on the sorry bastard that inspired it all.

We went to the local Goodwill yesterday to see what treasures awaited us. We found some awesome things- like for instance an awesome mixing bowl and a large cast iron skillet for two dollars each. I also replenished my blue jean collection at a great deal!

Well- while we were checking out and chatting it up with the cashier- this creeper of a man with pedophile eyes steps up to the counter and begins to tear apart a book. A piece of literature! Literally, tearing the pages from the binding with brutal force. "THIS IS GARBAGE! THIS IS PEDOPHILE TRASH! DO YOU KNOW WHAT STEPHEN KING WROTE IN THIS? PEDOPHILIA! ABSOLUT…

Of All the Things I've Lost...

I missed my mind the most... Ozzy Osborn.

That is exactly what I kept thinking last night. Somewhere between Hubby getting home and dinner dishes being washed- I lost it. My mind, that is. Completely. And not in that happy lunatic, ranting crazy person way... But in that incredibly bored, can't focus on anything, couldn't read a book, TV couldn't sooth- lost my mind. I tried to focus, to make myself do something- but there was nothing but happy floating fog and clouds within my cranium!

I was so out of it, I was super fidgeting, but then again I knew of nothing I could or wanted to do. Playing Angry Birds was super boring and non-brain fart soothing- and I love that game! I love watching Hubby play that game, he enjoys it so much... But not last night. No, I was irritable I was so bored. Today I'm feeling that same mental sickness twinging at the edges of my thoughts and I am so desperately trying to not let myself fall victim to it again.

Which is hard since I have been …