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It's Monday, Deal With It

David bought an Ancestry DNA pack for himself a few weeks ago. He got the results and showed me. Here is his.

He told me about it and wanted to buy me one. Soooo, I said yeah, sure. Well, he had already bought one for me. A week later I got the package in the mail, opened, read the directions and left it on the coffee table for a week. The whole time it was sitting on the table David kept asking me are you going to do it? Did ya do it yet? When are you going to do it? I said soon, don't rush me, every time. Yeah, I love torturing the man. I finally spit in the damned cup and mixed it like the directions said to do and then sent it off. All the time though that David kept nagging me to get the thing done, I came up with the idea of having Lucy drool in the cup while I held a treat in front of her. Yes, I know, I know. I'm evil. So what. Well, I told David I would mix Lucy's drool with my spit and send it off like that if he didn't stop hounding me about it. I'd get the results in an email, that would say, you are of canine origin, werewolf to be exact.  Your roots emanate east of the Carpathian mountains from the Transilvania region. Two days later I'd have The Enquirer trying to get an interview with me. It did occur to me that someone probably already mixed their spit with dog drool and sent it in before I had the idea. Anywho, when the results are emailed to me I will show y'all that I'm most likely Northern European or German. Fuck the Norwegian roots my mother said I have. Shit, I could be a Heinz 57 for all I care.

On Saturday, David finally cut the lawn or as I say mulched the lawn because he has a mulching lawn mower. Ar, Ar, more power! Yeah, he doesn't rake leaves he mulches them to death. Pecans and all. After that, he came in and we watched the Texas vs Oklahoma game. It was for the Big 12 championship. Well, I'm guessing Texas didn't feel much like playin because they lost the game. Pussies! David was pissed. So he stormed outside and proceeded to cut all the Esperanza down to the ground. I have been wanting him, nagging him to cut them down ever since we had our first freeze a few weeks ago. Really? It takes a losing game for him to get things done? I should get him mad more often. Then he came stomping into my kitchen, growling to himself, taking measurements of the kitchen walls. I'm hoping it's for the baseboards he has to buy. Goddess knows what he could be cooking up because he never tells me anything until he's already done it without asking first. Yeah, then after he's done the deed he asks me just like a little boy who asks his mom for a cookie when he's hiding four cookies behind his back.  Sometimes he reminds me of Tim Allen's Caveman routine when he did standup. Yeah, that's David. Sometimes he sounds like this man. 

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I just wanted to let y'all know I'm starting a different blog to keep tabs on my MCTD flares and other symptoms. It will be full of little note on how I feel throughout the days to come as this thing progresses. It will be my record book of everything so I won't be complaining about my aches and pains on my regular blog.

Monday, I Hate You

I trust everyone had a nice Thanksgiving? We certainly did. David and I have made a pact to go to The Honey Baked Ham Store for all our holiday ham, turkey and goodies from now on. The ham we bought was out of this world. It was a small regular sliced, not spiral sliced ham and the taste was awesome. I know they are expensive but hey, they do all the work for you. They bake it with honey and then slice it evenly so you don't have to fight with it and then pack it in a heavy foil wrapper so all you have to do is reheat it when you're ready. You can even dress it with pineapples and cherries like I did. I froze some of the ham two slices per bag for sandwiches for later and that has worked out great too. David said no more hunting for a frozen fatty ham at the grocery store from now on. Not as long as these guys are in business. One more thing, since my flares have been coming and going and not knowing how bad I'm going to feel during the holidays, having everything all done for me like baking and slicing and all was a great relief for because I was really not doing so great over the holiday this time. They saved my biscuits and I'm grateful for that. Okay, enough said of that.

David almost finished the kitchen this week. He was off of work because of the holiday shutdown at the plant. He will also be off two weeks for Christmas and New Years. He had a butt load of repair work on the kitchen floor and then the new sink he installed the weekend before started leaking so he had to fix that. Now to finish all the kitchen off he has to go buy the baseboards. Also, he has to put the door frames on. He also has to install the floor edging on the thresholds of the doorways. At least I have my new floor and yes, I christened it this morning with a coffee spill. Really the floor looks awesome. 

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