Busy Busy Busy

So sorry that I'm late posting today but I've been busy cleaning and putting away things and doing quite a bit of laundry. When you are cooped up in the hospital things at home kinda pile up. I really need to get this done today because I'm going to be busy the rest of the week.

We had a nice quiet Christmas/Yule. david and I didn't exchange gifts this year because we don't need to. We already have everything we want. We consider ourselves rich. We have each other, our health, and the puppies. We don't need anything else in life. We are blessed by the Goddess.

The seats at The Movie House

To start off, tomorrow, David and I are leaving early in the morning to double date with David's daughter and her boyfriend for lunch. We are going to The Movie House to see the Star Wars movie and have lunch. Yes! At the same time! We will be sitting in comfy recliners and eating lunch. This is so awesome!  Seats are reserved by preordering online or at the box office. But it's like having your very own movie house in your own home. C'est tres cool!

Wednesday we will be taking the puppies for a drive to just get out for the day. My usual dog post will be there. Thursday is reserved for Austin. We will be driving up to spend the day with David's daughter. Friday I intend to hide in the living room like I am today. David will most likely be watching trash TV all day Friday so I'm hiding in here until he goes back to work or the TV blows up. Which ever comes first. Right now he's watching Mad Max movies on the AMC channel all day.

Well this is a short post I really need to get busy finishing the laundry and vacuuming the house. David said he would help but he's glued to the TV. As long as he doesn't bother me I'm happy. 

I'm Not The Only One

I had errands to run this morning and a bit of shopping so I'm late blogging today. I was just going to blow it off but I wouldn't feel right about it if I did. It's been a boring last few days to tell the truth.

David got off early on Friday and put his Fitbit scale online. YES! I broke down and told him where to find the password. I felt sorry for him when he started to cry.

I took care of most of the laundry Saturday and baked another batch of oatmeal raisin chocolate chip cookies. Sunday I dusted and vacuumed and cleaned house. Then I had to lie down on the heating pad. I'm completely out of my pain meds and I'm on Tylenol now. I wasn't up for anything much on Monday. Spent the day in bed writing.

The cold front came through and wind came with it. I went to the local HEB to get some tomato soup and milk for this evenings dinner. As I was walking towards the entrance of the store I came upon a woman who had a completely lost look on her face. Yes, her car had moved from it's space and was playing hide and seek with her.

I was being the usual wise ass and asked if she lost her car. She said yes, and we started talking, well more like laughing, while she scanned the busy parking lot for her lost four-wheeled possession.

We made fun of the fact that she should start calling for it. Should she invest in a "Clapper" for her car, which lead to the idea of all these old people rambling through the parking lot clapping and everyone's lights on their cars kept turning on and off. We both laughed and laughed at our crazy selves and parted ways. All I could think of was that there is another woman that's just as crazy as me. WOW!

Oy!

This morning I went to get blood siphoned because I have a doctor's appointment next week Thursday. They tapped off three vials. If I had known they were going to take that much I would have called them earlier this morning when I stubbed my toe on the bedroom door and bled all over the fucking house looking for a band-aid. I nearly started a zombie apocalypse with all that blood.

Yes, I tore off a pound of flesh and struck red oil. Sucker bled a puddle the size of a small tea saucer on the bathroom floor before I noticed it. I thought I was going to fucking pass out. I wadded some 4x4 gauze squares around the toe and hobbled to the kitchen for a clean dish towel and filled it with ice. The ice pack stopped the bleeding and I was able to clean the bugger and fix a bandage on it. Try putting a tennis shoe over that throbbing shit and walking around. I tell ya it's a new level of pain.

On the way to the lab I noticed school buses with little sad faces wishing summer would last a bit longer. It's to long for me. Thank Gawd the knee gnawers are in school. The neighborhood is quiet again. Soon, when the weather turns a bit cooler, I'll be on the front porch drinking my coffee and taking in the morning quiet. *sigh* Soon, very soon.

This morning after getting drawn for labs I came home in a great mood. I decided to clean. I vacuumed the whole house and then mopped. I know I'm not supposed to go crazy like this because of my back pain. But David isn't going to do it. He comes home tired and on weekends he relaxes. Once in a while he will help me with the washing and cleaning but only if I initiate it. Ugh!

Well I'm going to go lie down with an ice pack on my back for a while and elevate my throbbing toe. Later my lovelies.

The Crazy Witch's Daybook

My mood:   Like really. I'm making this blog entry kinda short and sweet. I just got over being fucked up from my antibiotic I was taking for the incision in my back. Yeppers, that bitch snuck up on my fat fluffy ass and nearly stuck me in the hospital. It drained every stinking drop of water and then some from me. At first I thought it was a bug but then I thought about the last time I had this feeling of being a dried up lake bed and the light popped on. Well duh!  After four days and a shit load of G2 I feel a bit better. At least I'm walking like the living dead and doing stuff around the house now.

What pisses me off: Yes, David, the love of my life and all, who would rather watch Jerry Springer than touch the laundry or do just one fucking thing around the house for me while I'm trying to die peacefully of an antibiotic reaction and back ache, didn't do a fucking thing except ask every five seconds if I needed something. Yes!!! A fucking gun to shoot me with. Dambit all to hell!!!

He really pissed me off to no end this time. He said he was taking off two days to take care of me while I was convalescing. Bull shit!! The house had dried mud tracked all over the floors from the front to the back doors. Dog food stains on the floors where he fed the puppies but never cleaned up the spills. Dishes in the sink and laundry piling up in the dining room of all things.

To top it off the house smelled awful from him not emptying the garbage, the laundry sitting, and just plain filth. I was so pissed off. So yesterday I spent the day mostly cleaning and doing laundry. I would lay down if I felt bad, but I got it done. He came home for lunch while I was in bed and said, "well someone is feeling better. Got a wild hair up your butt didn't you?" I wanted to kill him but I didn't feel like digging a hole to hide the body. Besides, I'm not supposed to do anything strenuous for three to four weeks.

What I'm doing today:  Not one fucking thing!!! I am going to take Little Hal into the bedroom with me and I'm going to lay down and take it easy all fucking day. Catch up on all my reading, blogs, news, etc.

What's for din din:  Absofuckinlutely nothing. David can pick up something on his way home again. I haven't cooked or done anything in that kitchen except clean it up since my surgery. It still hurts too much to stand for  two minutes or more.  So no soup for you!!

I Went Back On My Word

I seemed to recall saying something in yesterdays post, hmmm what was it about?? Oh yeah!! I said I was going to do absofuckinlutely nothing but relax on a couch unless it catches fire. Well... I caught fire.

I started cleaning right after I put my mini laptop, Little Hal, on the coffee table. What tipped it off was the floor. It was filthy. David likes to play fetch with Spunky in the house and the area from the kitchen to the front door is all wood floor. There was dirt and dried slobber from them playing while I was down for the count. Who's dried slobber, I have no idea but it had to go.

I threw the piggies puppies outside while I tore the house apart. I dusted, vacuumed, mopped, washed drapes, washed walls, and windows. Then I did laundry. It took me a good six hours but I got this house cleaned the way I like it.

When David came home from work for his daily lunch, he began throwing the dog's ball in  the hallway for them to chase. I screamed, NO MORE PLAYING IN THE HOUSE!! I then read him his Miranda rights and he got mad. I got madder and told him I want the house to stay clean. Play with the dogs outside. He wasn't a happy camper but he agreed to behave. So, how long will this place stay nice and clean is anybody's guess.