Cold Medicine - The Legal Drug

WARNING: Read at your own risk. I have taken large quantities of "day" cold medicine that is not supposed to make you drowsy or goofy, and apparently they lie.

But writing a blog post sure beats writing a paper on ethics. Especially if you don't have many. Papers that is, not ethics. I'm pretty sure I have ethics, but the cold medicine is making me do weird things, so I can't really vouch for anything right now. Except that I'm still sarcastic, apparently you can't get rid of that.

I'm typically not much of a procrastinator, and I'm really not procrastinating on homework, it's not due until Thursday. So you can tell me I'm procrastinating. Well, you can, but I'm not listening.

Cooking dinner. I get in the mood to cook, which I told my husband the other day was kinda like sex (sorry mom). Sometimes you are in the mood, and sometimes you aren't. When I'm in the mood, I could cook all sorts of stuff, but when I'm not in the mood, making a sandwich is too much cooking for me. Anybody else out there feel like that?

Why do people think if it's alive you can eat it? Snails? Frog? Eel? Octopus? What happened to just sticking with farm animals. If you can't find it in Old McDonald's song, then you probably shouldn't eat it. And a few things like the kitty, and puppy that you shouldn't eat that are in the song. Hmmm...that just took an intersting turn, and reminds me about Chinese food.

Why are there black and blue berries, but Strawberries and Raspberries are not named after colors? We could do red berries and fushia berries. Why are strawberries and raspberries so special that they aren't color named?

See, I'm telling you that cold medicine makes you crazy.  Please don't point out that I'm like this all the time.  You can keep that little tidbit to yourself.

Wordless Wednesday

These are pictures of the deer blind that my granddad built.  Everything was custom made.  The little flaps are the windows, but he has them covered to help prevent scratching and etching with the dirt blows.  The outside opens, as well as the inside.

The door and back or front side, depending on your perspective.

This is the back or front, once again, depending on your perspective.  He actually made two of these, one that is raised up, so that you can see over taller brush, and the other sits on the ground.  My husband and I are going to go out and "sit" in them and watch and hope we can see a deer or 2.  I'll make sure to take my camera and not just a cell phone.

Teamwork

This week I have been busy working on a powerpoint presentation for my Environmental Science class. Can we say YUCK?

With fall quickly approaching, (how did that happen) I have heard the F word a lot. With school starting back and Septemeber beginning it was just unavoidable. You know the F word I'm talking about, the one that renders grown men, and some women to scream at perfectly deaf TV's and referree's about their incompetence. Yeah that F word. Football. Which leads to the T word. Teamwork.

I'm not a football fan, I'm not much of a sports of any kind fan. I will watch football and baseball. But I'm so much better at doing it in person than on TV. You put the TV on football or baseball, and my brain things it's just been given high doses of sleeping pills, because TV sports = naptime. There are weird people walking around at actual sporting events, so I have someone to make fun of when I get bored. It works out pretty good.

This week, in my Environmental Science class I am working on a presentation that is due next week. Our instructor keeps using that T word. How we should all form a team and work together to save the planet; while he probably has a point, I don't think that you can make a team, well work.

I think my husband and I are the perfect example of teamwork. He doesn't have problems, WE have problems. All the good and the bad we share equally. If I have a bad day, he had a bad day too. He lets me vent and sympathizes, offers his opinion, and then we move on.  I do the same for him. 

Like a sport's team, we can't make it through with our marriage intact if we don't work together, as a team.  Sure, we fight and we get mad at each other. But we both know that when it comes right down to it, the other one will be there to help us score the winning goal.

Public Service Announcement

Please stay tuned for a very special Public Service Announcement.

I have a question that I would really like an answer to.  I have, much to the embarrassment of all of the men I know, asked them each this question.  There responses, once they got over the shock, and they just wanted me to shut up, finally answered.

Here is what started this post -

I was driving home from work a few days ago, as I turned the corner I was driving towards a young man, who I guessed to be between 18-23 in age.  He was adjusting, scratching, playing, checking to make sure it hadn't rotten and fallen off his crotch area.  (I'm really hoping that you are getting the picture and don't need more details of the area than crotch.)

After the polling of the unfortunate men in my life, who know avoid looking me in the eyes, the big mystery of the crotch touching disease is.

itching and adjusting

Guess what boys, sometimes my butt itches, but I don't scratch it in public.  Sometimes my bra pokes in a place it shouldn't and I don't fondle them in public either.  Although I'm sure no man would complain.

It's not cute.  It's not appropriate. 

Next time you shake someones hand, think about this little tidbit -

That hand could have just been down their pants "adjusting and or itching" before it was touching your hand. 

Perhaps a good scrubbing and some lotion would help your itchy situation too.

This Public Service Announcement brought to you by Abby Normal. 

5 Question Friday

1. If you could have any talent and turn it into an occupation, what would it be?


Hmmm...this one is a sooo tough.  Let me see, (please note the large amounts of sarcasm).

I would have to say this little blog.  It would be nice to have a following and groupies!  Groupies are so cool.  They know where you live and they follow you around all the time...wait...do dogs count as groupies?  Because mine totally follow me everywhere, they won't even let me pee in peace.

Yeah, I would make this blog famous, so I could be cool.  Or maybe I need to be cool to make this blog famous.

Interesting.



2. Would you rather have a house at the beach or a cabin in the woods?

Definitely the beach.  But beaches have hurricanes.

So maybe the cabin. 

But cabins come with bears, and no internet, and ghosts, and sketchy electricity.  So maybe the beach.

Hurricanes only help you remodel.  It's definitely better than being eaten by a bear.  Sharks wouldn't be a problem, I'm not going into water that I can't see the bottom of, and I'm pretty sure that one won't wander up and knock on my door asking for directions.



3. Is there any meaning or reasoning for the names you chose for your child/children?

Well since I don't have "people" children, let's go with the furry children.

Prancer - we got him as a puppy.  He was a birthday present from my husband.  He was a tiny little white fur-ball.  Yet, he pranced, just like a horse prances.  He raised his front feet up so elegantly.  Thus prancer was born, yet, like a human baby he has a nickname, and we often call him "nana". 

Blaze - we got her as a puppy also.  She was supposed to be more my grandfather's dog, but my husband wanted a dog who was "his".  My entire life my grandfather renamed pets for me.  I would chose a name, and he would come along and redo it.  There were only two dogs, whose name remained unchanged, Ewwie who was an Australian Shepherd, and Poodle who was a German Shepherd.  I don't remember what Blaze was supposed to be.  Her nickname (we weren't real creative) Blazey girl.  I had a friend who called her and Prancer - Salt and Paprika.

Bailey - the boxer that we rescued.  We were the least creative with him.  I googled cool dog names.  Thus Bailey became.  I liked the meaning, which now I don't remember.  I've done a lot of homework since then.



4. What is your guilty pleasure? (I know we've done this one before, but I'm guessing people's "guilty pleasures" change frequently. At least, mine do!)

Hmmm.  I really don't feel like I have a "guilty" pleasure.  I guess the only one that makes me feel guilty is the cross stitch and crocheting.  They are both expensive little hobbies, and they take up quite a bit of time and space.

Although my husband has never complained.  As long as I'm happy, he is happy.  Plus he benefits from both, so he knows better than to piss me off.  Otherwise his eagles might disappear.



5. Do you live in a house that is deep cleaned or straightened?

D-All of the above.

I used to deep clean twice a year and then "regular" clean once a week.  Back in the good ole days when it was just John, me, and our puppies, our house was always neat and clean.  I wasn't embarrassed if company showed up unexpectedly. 

Now that we live with John's grandfather, things are different, and I hate it.  His grandfather sees me as a maid.  I should be at home keeping up the house instead of working.  He has the barefoot and pregnant mentality.  So he comes along and spills things, and makes messes, and expects that I clean it up with no complaint. 

I was born in 1979.  You have two perfectly good arms and legs, you made a mess, you unmake it.  I have had this conversation with my husband before we got married, that I wasn't a maid.  Thankfully, my husband is wonderful, he helps clean and doesn't mind. 

But for someone, whose a little neurotic, the "mess" (and yes, there are.  Think about 2 dogs (not mine, but the grandfather's) who believe that the living room is their personal toilet.  Think about grumpy old man, expecting me to clean up.  Think about me, not being a maid, and imagine). 

It ain't pretty.

I like clean.  I like neat.  I hate going to my in-laws and sorry mom, even my parents house.  The mess makes me want to clean, and I usually leave both houses with a headache, because I am sitting there stressing about the mess.
 
Thanks Mama for letting me participate! 

Life Trucks On

Well, I would love to have something funny, mildly hilarious, or even slightly thought provoking for you today.  But instead my brain is swimming around with carbohydrates. 

Thanks homework for sabotaging my life, and apparently this blog post too.

How about a few updates then?  It's better than something crazy that I might come up with instead.

-John's grandfather is trucking along.  After more testing he has cancer on a lung as well as his liver.  He has began chemo treatments and seems to be handling them well.  He will continue those for a few weeks before he has more scans and tests to see how the cancer is reacting.

-Bailey.  The boxer that we rescued.  He is still living with us.  A part of us wants to keep him, and a part of us wants to see him go to a home that doesn't have another little mean dog like Blaze.  They get along fine, when no one is looking.  If Blaze catches you looking those kisses that she was just giving him turns into snarls and growls. 

-I still haven't heard anything on my application yet.  They have had it since Monday, surely they have read it and realize how wonderful I am, and they want me to join their campus.  Plus, they could sure use the money.

-I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving, mostly for the days off work.  I'm tired of homework and work.  I just have a case of the blah's.  I would wish for excitement, but it usually isn't the kind that I want.  So we will keep the blah's, thankyouverymuch!

-I'm still not finished with Christmas shopping.  However, I am finishing off my grandfather's gifts this weekend.  Amazingly so I only have 6 people left, and a couple of "extras" in case someone else should pop up that I'm not prepared for.  So, it's not quite as bad as it seems.  Plus, based on circumstances that my niece and nephew are currently facing, I would like to do a little more for them than I have done.

-Debbie and her husband are getting a divorce.  I'm sad for them, and their children.  I'm also thankful that I'm married to a good man, and that after almost 11 years we still have a good, solid relationship.  I'm sad that one or both, depends on who you talk to, had done childish things to "hurt" the other person.  They are forgetting that there are two children whose lives will be forever changed and impacted by the decisions that they make, and by how "adult" like their parents act.

-I've been cooking new recipes again.  I have been taking pictures of the final results.  But not step by step pictures.  Mostly because some of this cooking is taking place at night, and I don't want the pictures coming out "yellow" because I'm not using natural light.  Although twice this week, I took the pictures outside before it got dark. 

-Well, now that I'm not thinking about carbohydrates and the retarded presentation that I have to work on this afternoon, I think I'll go fix my lunch and hope that this afternoon is interruption light, because I have to do my homework and my husbands.

-I'm going to be participating in some other blogs "theme days" for a while.  I'm just so overwhelmed with work and school, that without a little guidance, you will be lucky to get monthly posts.  Look for the first one tomorrow!

~Life is not the way it's supposed to be.  It's the way it is.  The way you cope with it is what makes a difference.  ~Edna Ellison

Terrifying Tuesday

Well, my Tuesday didn't start out exactly like I had expected.

I woke up at 6:12 this morning when the electricity went out.  Our bedroom was eerily quiet, and a passing ambulance was louder than usual.

I knew that my husband had not been up for long, but I wasn't worried about him, he is a man, he can take care of himself in the dark.

My bladder screamed that I get up and make a trip to the bathroom.  Because our landlord pays our electricity, and he is notorious for "forgetting" to pay the bill, I looked outside, trying to determine if the power outage was just our house or the surrounding area. 

I lit a candle, while doing the "pee-pee" dance.  How I didn't manage to burn my fingers, clothes, dog, other parts of my body, and dresser is beyond me.  I walk into the bathroom, and there is my husband.  Taking a shower in complete darkness. 

Um, ok. 

So I went back to bed.  I'm laying there, hoping that the electricity comes back on, because how in the world am I going to put makeup on in the dark?

My husband calls the power company to report the outage, and here is were the hilarity begins.

"Power Company.  Are you calling to report the outage?"
"Nope, I just like to call businesses at random early in the morning to see what kind of words of wisdom they can give me before I start my day,"  my husband says.

Good thing I went to the bathroom with a candle, otherwise I might have wet the bed from laughter. 

To bad, that's what he thought about saying after he hung up. 

I guess he didn't want to piss off the people who held our electrical destiny in their hand. 

Maybe it's a good thing that he isn't a pathological smart-ass.  Although, it would have been fun to have put my makeup on by candle light. 

It's probably a good thing he called and not me.  Otherwise I might not have gotten power back until sometime next week.

Today, will live on forever as the day the power went out.