hey blog,
i'm sorry but i seemed to have lost a post or two. i could've sworn i came on here and on two separate days made two separate blogs. but they're not here. to be quite honest i'm not concerned enough to go looking around for them either. but i needed something to start off talking about.
i made fried green tomatoes tonight. mmmmmyummy!! i didn't have seasonings so i used old bay. great choice!! i've got this forearm sized zucchini i thought about giving the green tomato treatment to so we'll see. but yeah, definitely try the old bay (in with the corn meal/bread crumb mix). never thought about it but i could have used some frank's red hot mixed in with the egg/milk (a'la fried chicken). hmmm...next time. gotta remember to save some tomatoes for spaghetti sauce though, too.
so you might be asking why am i awake at 1:01am. or not. i just finished my final exam for short stories. great class. if i wasn't forced to read some of this stuff, i'd never read it so i'm pretty glad for that. there are some amazing author's out there - i'd definitely recommend getting out of your comfort zone. i was pretty worried when i saw the "F" on my grades this evening. i get pretty good grades and to see that was startling to say the least. well, i back tracked and figured out that even though i read the stories, had my daughter bring her laptop with us on vacation - i never actually got online and did the assignments (which consisted of an essay, a 2 question quiz and discussion board comments). UGH! my fault - good intentions and all - but vacation was too much fun...screw homework. so we'll see how it affects my grade.
needless to say the freaken dog is still here. grrrrr....i am really reaching the point that i will get a shovel and i will hit her in the head with it. her behavior is just...just...fucked up. P says it wouldn't be fair to bring her to the pound because who knows what they'd do with her once they find out how mentally defective she is. that's not my problem (lol)
P had an MRI scheduled for today and when i ask "how did it go" he says the lady called last week and i rescheduled it. ummm...hello! mcfly??! (back to the future reference)...what. the fuck. this conversation took place out in the garden so as i'm walking in the house with a look of utter disbelief on my face i said something (can't remember what now) and i followed that with "that was sarcastic" and he had the audacity to remark. what. the fuck. the MRI is for his eye (and face) twitching and now i have to be a DB and nag him to reschedule. what. the. fuck. that's all i can say. who friggen does this??? and on top of that...what kind of husband RESCHEDULES and does NOT tell his wife about it??? wife = partner = helpmate, etc etc etc and honest to god he wonders why i take off and hide in the cemetary. for real. this brings me back to that blog about "updating conversations". GAH!!!
so in the meantime i find that in looking for an artists work i come across a naked picture of him and i'm looking at it. like....really looking at it. and enjoying it. that's bad, i know. wandering minds and all that BS. i quickly (in a sort of slow manner) turned the webpage. no no no no no no pee pees that don't belong to me. it just so happens that i don't want the one that belongs to me right now. two reasons - the lack of updating conversations and the way - after promises - my love nest, my den of burning desires, my zone of flesh on fire, has turned into a storage unit....again. yep - again. i brought it up tonight but then let it go. as it stands now we're homeless so i won't go into any home repair/remodeling nag/rants etc - but as soon as we're not homeless...my den of lusty hotness is mine again. dammit.
last night i was so thankful that i didn't throw away all those meds that i gave up. i won't go into details but my life has been an utter hell the last few days. not only could i not sleep (cuz of needing the potty 14 times in one night...again) i was in pain. then..when it let up, and i could lay down to take a small nap cuz i was up for two days straight shitting my brains out, no one will let me take a nap. S has a problem with this and T has a problem wtih that - and all problems, of course, are my fault and J is just oblivious and Sh is a 5 yr old with the mouth of a 16 yr old and when i go to hide in my hiding place (under the Downer family) who flippin' finds me...? yeah - P. in MY cemetery. and where i was he really had to look. i was wearing a white tshirt so maybe it wasn't that hard but i took off without telling a soul where i went. so now what do i do with no hiding place?
i'm sure this post sounds like a whoa is me and whine whine cry cry - but it's not. just a vent. not even that really...just a...release, shall we say.
T and i starting this experiment (now i wonder if she ate it today?) - i read a study that says eating cinnamon will lower LDL and triglycerides, and blood sugars and all that so i said wouldn't it be cool if T and I did it so when we go back to the endo in 3 months we can see if it worked? and on top of that - i don't have a colon - so how cool would it be to see if not it worked (on T) but worked on T and not on me cuz of the missing hooha? but she spent the day with her friend riding bikes and such and i don't know if she ate it. now i don't even know if i ate it. too late now.
i can tell my double shot of "o" is kicking in so i'm gonna bail before i start looking for those things that shouldn't be looked at if they don't belong to me again. hehe
nitey nite
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