If you don't have anything....

So I haven't been around.

And I'm certain you're all wondering and talking to yourselves going like, "wtf" and "is she still alive?" and "how many fingers did she lose in the accident?"

Because y'all care just that much.

I know.....

I didn't have an accident. I still have all my digits. They're just being put to better use. Like aiding in plucking chin hairs. And picking my nose.

And yeah, I'm still alive. Albeit it barely. No, no, no.... I'm not deathly ill. I'm certain I'll live to see at least a few more days. Seriously. I'm healthy.

As far as answering the "wtf"... sorry no can do answer that one!! You wanna think that way then you have to provide the answer... go ahead. Inquisitive and investigative is the way everyone should roll.

Truth be told, there just hasn't been much of anything going on. Well, there has been, but you know... there's only so much one wants to share out here in the world wide web.

And I've adopted a new attitude. If you don't have anything good to say, then just keep your mouth shut.

Yep. That's the way I'm rolling these days.

But, there is hope....

So my return is imminent.... see you soon!

Ciao!

Visual Delights

Here's a look at what was going on around here this summer. Enjoy!

I'll have some words for you soon....

Ciao!

On the mend

I'm not the kind of person who takes medications or goes to the doctor when I know it's just a simple cold. I don't like putting things in my body that aren't really meant to be there. You know, like drugs and antibiotics and stuff.

Wine is different however. Oh, and beer, beer's okay too.

But this cold I've had has kicked my ass six ways from Sunday. I've never had anything like this hang on for as long as this one has.

So I finally broke down and called the doctor.

Well, me actually breaking down could be translated to the threat "get to the doctors or move out" as so eloquently stated by SG. Apparently my coughing and nose-blowing started to get to him and as such, well, yeah.

I called the doctor.

Told him of my sinus condition and the colour of mucous (use your imagination here people, it's bad enough I had to look at it, I'm certainly not going to relive it describing it to you). And about how the coughing was so bad that I was starting to see the beginnings of a "six pack" on my gut. He of course could not see me for weeks ~ love the healthcare ~ so opted to phone in a 'script for me so I could hopefully get better, albeit not diagnosed.

And... my wonderful health practioner decided to cover all the bases, seeing as it was sight and sound unseen, and well, yeah.

Horse pills have I. And two weeks worth of them too! Twice a day!!!!!

I can barely swallow what used to be a birth control pill. If your size challenged on that, think about a the size of a lentil bean.

Anyway, I'm choking (literally!) them down in the hopes that I will be able to once again laugh without losing a lung. Blow my nose and not sound like a freight train coming through a tunnel. I have a Ball to attend in about a week and a half and need to be healthy.

Yes, you read right... A Ball! As in fancy dress and dinner and dance and well, stuff... who knows what else.

I've never been to a Ball.

Ciao!

Sneeze Cough Cough Sneeze

Well, my return to the blogging world this past week has been marred by what is probably the worst cold I've ever had.

This sucker hit me like a freight train last Sunday/Monday. Started with an annoying little tickle in the back of my nose and then BOOM!!! The inability to breathe through my nose and the sore throat were there, saying "Hello!!! We're here to make you feel like shit for the next however long".

Couple that with #2 heading to high school. Thank gawd he's somewhat independent and could manage to get most of his crap organized without my help. Because I couldn't. I just couldn't. It went well for him by the by. He's already figured out he can walk to the fast food joints at lunch and as such has his hand out. Now he just needs to figure out he has to get a job in order to continue this lunch time ritual. Or return to eating the gourmet lunches his mommy is still prepare for him. Nothing like PB & J on stale rye bread to make a kid come running for more.

And then to make it even more fun, girl dog is flaunting her back end at boy dog. And boy dog is going crazy. We keep them seperate but the scent is still there. Particularly when she's in the house, he's locked up in the office here, where I sit, seeking peace and quiet and escape from the world, and she's got her ass end parked next to the door... Yeah, no peace and quiet here! And if that's not bad enough, the little Princess has also started the same thing. Two females in heat at the same time... I guess the only thing better would be to have all three of them at once. And as luck would have it, the Synder girl will start up just as the first two finish, making it oh, probably a solid month of female canine friskiness.... I need my head read I must say.

So anyway, I'm feeling better. Other than the panic attack in the middle of night which caused me to have some difficulties breathing. SG had something to do with it I know because as I was waking up, in a sitting position, panting and trying to breathe, I heard him say something along the lines of "that's it, you're going to the hospital".... Not sure if this was a prediction or just what it was. I'm hoping he was talking in his sleep and not predicting physical harm that would result in a trip to the ER.... I'm joking. Maybe. Nah, I'm pretty sure I got me some bronchitis that should be looked at and drugs administered for.

Ciao.

In Point Form

- I'm feeling like crap. #1 brought home the sneezes and absolutely refused to cover his mouth so yeah, now I'm feeling like crap

- The girl dog is feeling frisky. And I am no where near feeling well enough to deal with that shit

- The males in the house, as in 'human males', are in some kind of testosterone battle and, well, I don't want to deal with that shit either

- According to the fashion rules I can no longer where white after tomorrow, which has me wondering if it's still okay to wear my summer shoes... which aren't white

- #2 starts high school in 3 days and I still need 7 days to get him into some kind of sleeping schedule

- There's more freakin' cucumbers that need to be turned into pickles (or something)...

- I'm still holding a grudge against the blight that took over my tomatoes

- I'm tired and going to bed

Ciao!

Now you know what I did this summer

Well, one things for sure, I certainly didn’t spend any time on the blog.

It was kind of a weird summer here in the Pocket. Not a “weird” kind of weird, just a wacky kind of weird.

Back in June #1 graduated. Yep, I got me a high school graduate. SG and I were involved in the evening’s festivities, volunteering to be part of the security committee. Which, by the by, was probably the easiest gig we could’ve got. Nothing too strenuous, just stand in the hallway and make sure the future leaders of the world don’t go where they’re not supposed to. There was a lovely dinner and honestly, I didn’t think it was possible to put that much starch and carbohydrates on a plate. I thought wrong. I guess they needed to load the kids up with as much as possible to absorb the alcohol that would be flowing. You know, keep them somewhat sober. Anyway, it was good. I am proud. Very proud.

#2 also made it out of the middle school and is high school bound. He missed his farewell by choice. Something along the lines of “I’ve spent too many mandatory years with these people I’m not spending my optional time with them too”. I was sad he missed it. It looked like a good time from some of the pictures I had seen on Facebook. He's changed his major. What was once Computers and Culinary has now become Welding. That's my #2... all over the map.

July was spent working mostly evenings, which was different. I got to spend more time in the garden and the pool and with the boys. Well, limited time with the boys. Something about them staying up until all hours of the night thereby sleeping until noon or two… Working evenings is very different than working days. It’s a much more relaxed atmosphere as it’s just the clerks and the people who carry the guns. There were some pretty interesting things happening in and around town. And one thing I’ve learned is that while you think people are weird, you really have no idea how weird… And, further on the work front, things are looking pretty good. The period of the unknown is nearly over and I do believe that my decision to leave a full time permanent gig that I could do in my sleep to take on the temporary term gig that I had no clue about is paying off. Permanent fulltime public servant I shall be…, hopefully the end of the month. And…. I’ll be changing from a clerk who works long and crazy shifts to a clerk that has a Monday to Friday eight to four shift. I’ll be working alongside the big wigs as the admin and finance clerk. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve enjoyed the mix up in the work life, but really, deep down inside, I am a Monday to Friday kinda girl.

Okay, back to what I did this summer.

We attempted to take some vacation. Got away camping for a few days, which was gloriously wonderful. I love camping. SG was somewhat disappointed that we didn’t get more camping in or even some fishing done, but when funds are limited and the motor for the boat decides to bite it and bite it to the tune of too much money to fix it right then and there, well, yeah, no fishing. We hope to get out again this fall and spend a few more nights in the tent.

August brought an early bounty from the garden. It looked to be a stellar year for the tomatoes and corn and cukes and stuff. Then the blight set in and I think we maybe had a dozen or so tomatoes that were edible. The corn showed huge promise which prompted thoughts about a pig and corn roast. And then the corn turned and well yeah, it became basically a waste of space. Oh, it also doubled as an obstructed view that the dogs quickly figured out and would run behind and take off because, well, I couldn’t see them. The cukes however were, and still are, plentiful and I’ve managed to do what will no doubt amount to a record amount of pickling.

It was a hot month, which is typical for August, and a lot of time was spent in the pool, in the sun, and outside on the decks. A lot of eating and drinking went on which means I gained a few pounds but got a helluva good tan.

I’m still without a car, which is okay. I’m really liking the lack of loan payment and reduced insurance premium. There’s talk that they’re going to get me a van. Our old van. The Venture van. And while SG is thoroughly enjoying his truck, the van is a good idea. The truck isn’t really practical (believe it or not) for family life. The van will be much more conducive. And I think I shall name it Chad.

It was a different kind of summer. And while it doesn’t sound like much, it was a pretty good summer. Now it’s back to school time for #2 and time for #1 to figure out what he’s going to do with his life. Oh to be seventeen again…. Wait, that’s a whole different blog.

Ciao!

Finally

I remembered the password!

So here I am, with lots having happened and lot more going to happen.

I guess the most important thing I need to tell you about is that the #1 son is okay. He's got himself some whiplash and some spinal misalignment, a few scrapes and scratches but he is, for the most part, going to be fine. I think back on how bad it could've turned out and I never want to let him out of my sight again.







Yes, that's my Maggie. He flipped her twice while avoiding hitting the deer that ran out in front of him.

But as I said, he's going to be okay. And I thank our Guardian Angel for looking out for him!

More to come.... just later.

Ciao!