Almost Abby Normal

Well, I'm almost back to normal today. Just a bit weak still but normal as usual. I had to go see my family doctor because this flu was kicking my ass HARD. He gave me a prescription for some stuff to help fight it. I let my immune system fall and he said I need to take better care of myself because I'm in my 60's now. Stop putting others first all the time. In other words, he gave me a big scolding.

I was able to eat my first real meal like chicken soup, other than toast and tea on Saturday but nothing big like meat and potatoes. I'm going to make hamburger steaks with mashed potatoes and green beans tonight for David. So I'm hoping to eat a bit of that and see if I can take it.

I was able to do three loads of laundry including stripping the bed and changing the linens. It was a big undertaking, but hey, it got done. We gave the puppies a bath Sunday. They hate getting a bath, but are all for it when they finally get it done. In fact, Lucy tends to go back into the bathroom to tell the other puppies that daddy is going to drown them.

I washed their blankets. Four loads of them. They have blankets because they hate the conventional dog beds. We bought them nice expensive $60 dog beds when they were younger and came home from work one day to find pieces of foam from the insides, all over the house. We were still finding pieces of foam for a week. Spunky was hiding it from us. Now that they have blankets they can move them into a pile, nest, or whatever their silly hearts desire. The blankets only cost $3 to $5 apiece. We buy a new one when we see one of the old ones have become ratty looking from being dragged around the house. To me it's a much better idea than buying new beds every year.

David will be home all week for the Christmas shutdown at his office. He won't be back at work until the 2nd of January. So I'll have to get a list of shit I need done around here. I have a stinking feeling he'll most likely spend his time in front of the TV all day if I don't give him things to keep him busy. I really hate Trash TV. It's all he watches during the day. It's very noisy around here when he's home because the TV blares reality crap all day long. I like it quiet. I'm usually cleaning house or on the internet, and the puppies sleep most of the day when I'm alone.

Speaking of internet, I need to look for one more Christmas present today. This is the last day to send things in the mail and that means internet shopping too. So I'll turn y'all lose now.

EEEWWWWWW My Life SUCKS !!!

Well it seems that I've only made it to 2507 on the comments counter so far. I'm still hoping that the comments will reach 5000 by January 1st and that someone will get that $100 gift card from Amazon.com. I know I'm not the best blogger out there. I try to blog everyday unless my ill health is making me drag my ass that day. But I am trying. Maybe I should up the anti and make it a $200 gift card. Maybe I'll surprise you all with three gift cards. WTF am I saying??!!! Please disavow! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE!

It's been a very productive weekend. I got all my major chores like the laundry and cleaning the house done early on Saturday. That made me happy because I was able to spend the rest of the weekend with David teasing him. He has this new kick on Saturday and Sunday mornings. It's called "I'm going to hog the fucking remote and watch every single OLD western TV show and movie that was ever made. So help me Jebus!"

So I take my mini laptop into the living room and surf the web for fun shit. He finally notices that I've been gone for about a month and comes into the room and asks if he did something to make me leave. I usually say no.

Wrong answer. Then he sits down next to me, puts his head on my shoulder and starts badgering me, asking, like am I mad at him or did he fart much too loudly. Then he leaves and goes out. Comes back a half hour later with a bag of Lindt Lindor chocolates for me. I dive into them and he starts asking again why I'm in the living room all alone with the puppies. I say, "no reason." That just pisses him off. Obviously, bribery has gotten him nowhere. So he stomps off to watch football.

Around halftime he comes looking for me again. I'm in the bedroom laying on the heating pad. My back is acting up again and he wants to know if he should cook, meaning he'll go get something from a fast food place. I get up and make him a salad and grill a breast of chicken, cut it into pieces and put the chicken on top of his salad. He loves salads. I let him know dinner is on and I go lie down again. I have no appetite when I'm hurting. He's upset because he thinks he's done something wrong even though I tell him he hasn't. Why he can't listen to me when I tell him the truth is beyond me. So I end up going to bed early and I woke up late this morning.

UGH!!! My ass is dragging now and I feel like shit. I had my coffee but still feel bad. Starting the 23rd (this Saturday), David is going to be off from work for a whole fucking week due to a plant wide shut down for Thanksgiving. All I can think of now is "Fuck me, I'm gonna die!"

I Hate Mondays And Other Crap

I really do hate Mondays. I guess if I didn't have to take care of so many errands on Monday morning then it wouldn't be such a bad day. But early this morning I had three errands to run plus other shit to do for myself and the Beast.

So I grabbed up my list of shit to do and headed out with what was left of my groggy brain and coffee. That's so special isn't it? Yeah, I conquered the Pharmacist with a drop off, drive through at the bank, and our family doctor's office to pay a bill in 20 minutes. YES, 20 MINUTES! Yeah, I know, I'm good.

Well I had help. I live in a small town of 40 thousand people and nothing gets crowded around here except HEB check out lines during Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Sunday mornings when it's football season. Shit! You can go to any GYM and workout and not have to wait for a machine or treadmill.

I also have to say I'm sorry for not posting last week. Yes, I missed a few days. But I have a good excuse. I was in a whole lot of pain with my back and a computer virus ate David's computer.

Yes, David apparently caught a terrible virus from a site he goes to. Bad thing is, he has no idea which site it was because the virus hit his computer when he tried to log on in the morning on the next day, which was Saturday. I tried to find a fix-it for him from my computer but he kept giving me grief about how it was the wrong virus I was looking up, and kept bitching that it was a countdown type virus, and he was making me mad. I almost killed him at one point but I had no access to a heavy blunt instrument at the time. Thoughts of : How Would Dexter Do This? ran through my head. So I told him to call Norton Solutions. They have a number to call if you need help. DUH?

I was really pissed because I talk to myself about ways to dispose of a body by that time and went to the bedroom to cool off and read for a while. Well he got the phone number I told him to call and a computer guru via my computer. That led to commandeering my computer to get a Boot Disc burned off from it. He's so lucky to be alive today. 

Well this shit took about 6 hours to get things back to normal. The computer guru did it all from his office on the West Coast. It's creepy to watch the mouse curser move without anyone in front of the computer. Really creepy indeed! 

I have to say - Thank you, dear, sweet computer guru. I was going to kill David but I changed my mind. You saved his life and my poor back if I had to lug his big ass through the West Texas desert to the shallow grave I would have had to dig for him. Thank you ever so much.

Sunday things were back to normal except I ran out of pain killers. Yes, I miss judged the amount I would need for Saturday and Sunday. So I had to endure a really painful Sunday evening into Monday morning. 

You can bet I ransacked those bitches when I got them refilled this morning after I got home. I'm feeling fairly well now. At least my back stopped hurting and my sanity has returned.

My 4th Of July Week In Hell

David finally went back to work this morning. YAY! I'm left all alone to my own devices today. Yes all alone. Should I break out in song at any moment, then please, feel free to slap me upside the head once or twice.

Anywho, David drove me crazy. Yes, yes he did. From his casual sauntering up to me to ask me out to dinner at inopportune times, like when I'm doing laundry or blogging. To the constant knocking on the walls in order to get the puppies to bark. he said he was waking up the termites.

 Then there was the Maury and Jerry Springer TV laced with really, really BAD science fiction TV movies on the Syfy Channel. Yes.  All Trash TV all day. In between this shit he mowed the lawn, took out the trash, killed three red wasp hives, sprayed inside and outside the house to kill bugs. Then it was time for more Trash TV.

Then I got his mind or what was left of it off the TV for a while. He had been trying to get his Fitbit to sync with his computer since his daughter gave it to him for Father's Day. It just wouldn't do it.

So I told him to put it on my mini laptop. David installed it and tried to sync it but it wouldn't sync the info on the Fitbit to the computer. I asked, ummm, can I see the Fitbit for a minute. I took it out of its rubber casing and asked him how far away can this thing be from the computer to sync? He said 20 feet. I said to try it now as I layed it down next to the sync link. He said he tried that and nothing came of it. I kept badgering him to press the fucking sync button. He finally did and, VOILA! It worked.

"You never took it out of its case, did you? You never set the little bastid  next to the sync link, did you?"
And all this time he's letting out a meek  "no".  And then he asked, "ya wanna go out to dinner?"

I'm the fucking Queen Of Fucking Everything!!!

I'm Good!

Casa de Loco News

I thought I'd let you all know what's been going on at Casa de Loco since Thursday last week.

I'm a little Zombiefied this morning after this past week's migraine so bear with me please. I think it had to do mostly with my little bout of insomnia that hit me on Friday night. Lack of sleep brings them on like clock work.

So, Thursday afternoon David came home for lunch and stayed home. In fact, since it was an Easter weekend, he stayed home until Tuesday. Lucky me. Maybe that's why I had the migraine, who the fuck knows, except he drove me completely insane most of the weekend.

Well I was in for four and a half days of nothing but Trash TV which is basically Jerry and Maury and Reality shows all day long.

The assumed torture was short lived though. I made him go to Home Desperate to get some compost and a bottle of Bloom n' Feed for the garden. He brought home a new sprinkler something like twenty packs of morning glory seeds, like I need that many, and a new shovel to beat him with.

I told him I was going out to spread the rose food and other fertilizers for the various flowers I have in the garden. Somehow that lit a fire under his ass because he was all like "let me do that, you just tell me where." That was the end of Jerry and Maury.

So he was like spreading around the compost and fertilizer and shit while I was soaking some of the morning glory seeds in the kitchen so I could plant them on Friday morning. Next thing I know he comes walking in the house tracking shit all over the livingroom floor, into the kitchen and asked me what I was doing. I said I was putting the seeds in to soak so they would germinate faster and why the fuck didn't he clean his shoes off before coming into the house.

Daydream #One: Beat him into a bloody pulp with new shovel. Put body in double plastic bags. Clean shovel and surrounding crime scene with peroxide to eliminate the blood. Take shovel back to Home Desperate for refund. Pocket the money. Take road trip to somewhere in West Texas to dump body in shallow desert grave in the middle of no where. Don't forget to bring the puppies for fun companionship on trip. 

So, he needed to go back to Home Desperate to get more compost for the lawn. He miscalculated the amount needed. Forty minutes later he comes back with the compost and a rake and a post digger  like we need one. He needed the rake because the old one was OLD.

Daydream #Two: Take husband's lifeless body to wooded area. Dig deep hole and put body into hole. Put on gas mask and long rubber apron. Pour Hydrochloric Acid over body until completely dissolved. Cover with compost husband bought. Leave puppies home. They talk entirely way too much.

Anywho, I left him too his lawn and gardening fun while I watched some Walking Dead reruns. I LOVE The Walking Dead. I had set up the DVR to tape TWD this whole week so I'd have three seasons worth of it to watch when I feel withdrawal symptoms coming on.

The season finale is on Sunday night. SHIT! The 4th season won't be on til October. SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! Long time to wait for more Zombie action.

Then I found out The Game of Thrones was repeating all of season two on HBO on Sunday. We don't have HBO because David says it's not worth it.  Also that HBO was free on cable this whole weekend. Oh Fuck Me Now! I was finally going to see GoT and maybe a couple of other shows. YES! I was so hoping to see GoT third season opener and I got to see it!

David was happy about The Walking Dead but not The Game of Thrones. He was all like, "what is it, a game you watch someone play?" In a way yes, yes it is. I enticed him even further by telling him there's sex and violence. He loves that stuff. He's a guy. So he watched GoT and loved it, of coarse.

Well :

• I got to see my two favorite shows. 
• David only tortured me for two days until Game of Thrones came on. 
• He's thinking of getting HBO now. 
• He did the gardening like I wanted him to do. 
• I was hiding from any bit of light on Monday until I made David get my sunglasses from the car.
• David went back to work on Tuesday YAY!

Now my migraine is gone and I'm starting to feel better. I wonder what this weekend is going to bring. I'm thinking if he ever decides to retire my life is pretty well fucked.