So much has been going on

That I really dont know where to start. So lets just start at what I last remember.
About 3 weeks ago, hubby decieded he was going to change jobs. So he went to Walbon's to see if they had any work. They said yes, this was their busiest season. And they were so short on drivers. So he had drug test done again he didnt need a physical because it was just a year ago that he had one done and that was still good. So Mr Gab. put in his two week notice at Holiday and got ready to drive. His last day aat Holiday was a morning shift 6:30am to 2:30pm. So he wouldnt be tired the next day for his new driving job. We were sitting down to dinner when phone rang. It was Walbon's and the job that was set up for the next day had been canceled and they didnt have any thing else for him. so here he sits day after day searching for another trucking job. We did have a friend who owns his own firm call him to take a weekend job for him so he could have a weekend off. Mr Gab took the job. Thing is with him not working I have no insurance for my meds. AND OMG ARE THEY EXPENSIVE. So I pray every day for him to find something.

Then in the mix......My cousin whom I haven't been getting along with her daughter who was 25 and just had a baby and just got married, got sick. She went into the hospital complaining about a headache. So they gave her meds for migraine, but they were talking about doing a spinal tap. But she started to feel better after they gave her the meds so they sent her home thinking she had a migraine.(our family suffers from migraines) Next day she went back in sicker yet. they were going to fly her to another hospital for better care but she was too sick for the flight.
Then the worse possible thing happened she died. 25 years old. BRAND NEW BABY BRAND NEW HUBBY. and she was gone. They did the autopsy and found she did have spinal meningitis. OMG! SERIOUS?
I didnt go to the funeral even though I ask my cousin if she would be upset if I was there. I was so tired from staying up the night before caring for the grandkids. I fell asleep and missed it.
So all in all it has been busy here. I come and read blogs I sometimes leave a message and some times either laugh or cry to myself. The simplest things, be them funny or not I end up crying. Life just doesn't seem fair.

And once again we are facing loosing this house. They did the remodifcation only to keep the amount of the loan at 1,400.00. which is what we told them to begin with he couldnt afford. So because they didnt drop the amount we are again today 4 months behind. They promised all good things lower amount lower intrest and they didnt follow through. it all stayed the same. what kind of help was that? oh yes they were gonna save our house for us, yep they were. righttttttt! So in the middle of all this jumble we are trying to find money to move back to South Dakota. The reason we will go back there is when we bought that house in 1999 we used all of Mr Gab's 401k money to pay for that house out right. We were keeping this house and renting it so that we could have extra money. After all this is the 1st house we bought when we were first married. So we figured we would live in South Dakota and rent out this house and yeah all would be good.
But you know what happened right? no ok let me tell you. We moved out there because I've always loved South Dakota my dad grew up there and we have a family farm. Dad left me part of the farm so I wanted to be out there. But that house was in no shape to live in so we bought a house in town. We thought we would get a house in town live there in the winters and in the summer we would live in our trailer. it worked out fine. Then in 2004 dad had a heart attack and I came back here to care for him. I moved in with dad in Feb. In may on mother's day I gotta call from the police here in Bloomington telling me to bring a camera. My renters wrecked this house. it was a mess. no doors some of the windows were broken and couldnt close. Oooooohhhh it was awful. When dad and I had a falling out about why I was there careing for him we moved back down here to this house and been here ever since. We have since been slowly fixing this house to try to sell this time then of course the housing market dropped. UGH when it rains it pours!
So there you go....all the stuff thats been going on since I posted my new hair doo.

WOW

picture 2 after!

Picture 1 before

Its messy in pic 2 but you get the idea

hello its me

Well I'm back......sorta. My dad's death has hit me harder than I expected. I lost my mom back in 1996 and I didn't think I'd ever get over her death. Mom and I weren't real close per-say but I would call her several times a day just to talk to her. And when I was upset I would call her and talk until I calmed down and realised hey it wasn't as bad as I thought it was. For excample.......
I really really wanted a mercury Topaz. I don't really remember why I wanted that perticular car but I did. we finally found one we could afford and bought it. I drove that car like I was the queen and every one better move on out of my way. Then came the day about 3 months after we bought the car when I needed a new belt. Mr. Gab was grumbling on having to spend money on the car but got the belt. He had just installed it when he got called from his job and had to go to work in Wisconsin. He asked do you wanna go with? I'm like sure. So we left our kids at home ( they were teen agers) and took off for Wisconsin. Mr Gab has a lead foot, and drove quickly to the job. we got to his job and he went in to work and I sat in the car reading a book and enjoying just being there. I'm not sure how late it was when he finally came out but I was starving. Mr Gab Had said same thing when he got into the car. So he told me we would drive over to where he knew there was a Hardees. We got our food and got back on the road. Now because we were no longer in a hurry Mr Gab drove slower. We hadnt even unwrapped our food when outta the ditch came a deer. Mr Gab tried to miss it but couldnt. Now this deer hit hard and I do mean hard. I heard the glass break, but I didnt know which window broke. AND I dont know why but I had covered my head with my arms closed my eyes and kinda ducked down just as we hit. When our car came to a stop I slowly sat up and looked around. It was dark and no other cars seemed to be on the road. Then all of a sudden I remembered Mr Gab and asked if he was ok. He said yes, and asked if I was ok I said yes. I knew I was covered in glass so I reached up and touched the windsheild fully expecting it to be gone. It wasn't even cracked. Then I reached up to my side window and discovered that it was gone. Mr Gab went out to look for the deer but couldnt find it. We sat there for a bit and realised no one was coming by.( we didnt have a cell at that time) Mr Gab said there was a gas station up the road and he said if the car starts we will head there. It started. we slowly drove up the the shoulder of the road and made it to the top of the exit ramp before the car gave up the ghost. We managed to cost down into the parking lot. Then Mr Gab went in to call the police and also to ask the guy if there was someone who could tow us home. I went to the phone and called my mom. When she answered I burst into tears and was hysterical ,said we had hit a deer and my car the car I had wanted to damn badly was gone, totalled. The I babbled about the money we just wasted putting in the new belt and now we didnt even have a car. AND MY MOM SAID TO ME well at least your alive and so is MR Gab. Well, yes but I lost my car. I'm not sure how many times mom had to repeat that before I caught on. But I finally calmed down and figured out what she was saying. THEN CAME THE BIGGER SHOCK.......
when the police finally got there to take the report, he told us that looking at the car and damage that he figured that when we hit the deer the deer rotated some how and kicked out my window. The side mirror was on Mr Gab's side of the car on the floor and the way the front window was still there yet the front end was smashed, he said had I not ducked his hoof would have hit me in the temple and killed me. Talk about angels watching over me. He also told us it had to be really big to do the damage it had done. But when he went looking for the deer even way out into the field he couldnt find it. But see little tings like me loosing my car had me so upset but mom kept telling me but I was alive. Who cares about a car it can be replaced but I cant. It took me a bit but it finally sunk in.
Now that my dad has passed....I have realised I have no parents...... I am almost 56. Mr Gab is 59 1 year away from 60. And I dont know why but that bugs me alot.
I know one thing I think I didnt appreciate my parents when they were alive as I should have. And now its too late to tell them that.
Thing is.......just about every night since dad passes Ive had dreams about both of them and my uncle who is dad's brother and my favorite. This week I had two unbelieveable ones. On Monday night I went to bed covered in my blanket and quilt. I'm sleeping and all of a sudden I break out laughing uncontrollably.... I mean I just couldnt stop. When I finally got my breath back and calmed down I got so cold that I started to shake. Here I am totally wrapped and warm and now freezing. Then it happened a second time that night. Tuesday night I had a nightmare. I was trying to scream in my dream but couldnt seem to get the sound out. The more I tried the more nothing came out. Mr Gab woke me up and said I was crying in my sleep. I said no screaming. He said well go to sleep. But before I could fall asleep I got cold again.....freezing cold to the point I was shaking and shivering. Then it passed. When Mr Gab got home at 12 am on weds, I was still up I was too afraid to go to sleep.That night I pleaded with my mom and dad to let me alone that night I needed sleep. And I didnt have any dreams.....MY sister C did on the other hand. So I tried again on Thursday night and again I had a good night. I also told my mom and dad if they had something they wanted me to know to please just tell me and not scare me to death or laugh me to death.
We shall see how it goes tonight.

ADJUSTING

I borrowed this from VE although I made a few changes. To me this Black Ribbon means death. I have just suffered through my dad's passing. Only to learn that my big bro may be next. He is very sick.

So while I am still adjusting to my dad no longer being with us, Im preparing myself just in case.

It seems really strange that I now can no longer call either of my parents. But in exchange for picking up the phone dialing and talking to them I just open my mouth and talk, just praying they are listening to me.

We all have questions why of course. We all know he was old as he had just turned 91. But he was a tough old bird and never let anything get to him. This man is one who would eat garlic (the whole clove) and rub vicks on his head in hopes of regrowing his hair, and keeping busy even though it was getting harder to walk. He has a brother in South Dakota who is 101. I was positive that dad would live that long as well. He would never let this brother out do him in anything.

That is one reason its so hard to believe he gave up.

But I console myself knowing that he is finally with mom. And maybe just maybe he finally got to meet his dad who died when my dad was only a year old.

R.I.P. Dad

I love you and will miss you very much. I hope you and mom are now up there watching over the rest of us till we get there as well.

Sad Day

Last night every 2 hrs I was up giving my dad his meds. @ 9:30 am when Mr. Gab got home from a doctors appointment, I asked him to keep an eye on my dad so I could grab a nap. I had been asleep about 10 mins when Mr Gab woke me to tell me my dad had passed. So dear blogger friends I will not be posting for a few days.

short but not necessarily sweet

First the good note: HAPPY EASTER


Now the not so good note:
This one is short its one I don't necessarily want to write either.
My dad is dying. Here in my home.
my dad is 91 so he has had a good long life.
yet I don't want him to go.
I love my dad despite all the things "bad" that hes done to me.
He has made me strong. He has made me a fighter. He has given me a soft heart. And he has in his own way given me love.
Dad showed me how to be a carpenter I can go out and hit the nail on the head and not my fingers although I have done that time to time
dad tried to show me how to work on cars so I could fix my own......I can change a tire, check the oil and add if needed but thats about it now since most cars now a days have computer chips in them.
Dad showed me what the value of old things could be if kept nice Dont throw nothing away.
Dad taught me to drive and eat a piece of fried chicken with out ending up in a ditch or hitting someone else. (i'll tell you that story later)
dad is dad! everyone has one somewhere. Either in their lives or not they do have a dad. And its a possiblity their dad has passed too.
In my head I know its time. But in heart I want my daddy to stay a while longer.

Birthdays

Yesterday March 12th was my dad's 91st birthday. Mr Gab and I drove out to see him and was met there by my youngest sister and her oldest son. Dad slept almost the whole time we were there, but the nurse had told us he had both PT and OT just that morning.
Today March 13th Is our daughter's xx Birthday. Yeah Im being both nice and well ok lets get to the real point! Im not sure how old she is today. I think hummm I think 33 but wait let me check 2010 minus 1977 yes she is 33 today. Which means my oldest son is 35 till Oct and youngest son is 31 till Oct. This is the point when they are all odd numbers. Then in Oct 2 of them will be even and then next march they all 3 will be even till oct again! In a way thats how I keep them sorta straight.lol

So Lets do this all up right


HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR DADDY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOOO YOOOOOOOOOUUUUUU
and many more!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR TONYA
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOOO YOOOOOOOOUUUUUU
and many more

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo to you both Love your daughter and your mom respectfully

Oscars the red carpet

I did not watch the Oscars. I wanted to but I let my son and grandson play the PS2 on my Tv.
So today they have the best and worst of dresses. Well I guess the first thing I must say is good thing Im not rating these dresses. Now don't get me wrong most of the dresses were FAB! But on the wrong people I think. For example Miley Cyrus. That dress is too grown up for her and too bland. A Little colour would have been better. Jennifer Lopez her dress was ok till you got to her hips. Now most woman want small butts but this dress made Jennifer look like she had a mile wide butt. (sorry Jennifer) Meryl Streep Had on a beautiful white dress that was great till you got to that dip in the front which looks like it belonged in back and on someone who had the chest to support it. Mo'Nique had a very beautiful dress on. And I believed it was a great choice for her. WTG Mo'Nique. But the dress that Gabourey Sidibe made her look like a Hugh plum. She should have worn black. Vera Farmiga had one of the most beautiful dresses but she seemed to be lacking color in her face (which is surprising to me since I use no make up but I think a little something would have make her look less like a ghost wearing a Fab dress.) Im afraid I would have given D's or F's on some of the dresses that got A's on. I guess Im not a very good judge.

Some days

There are some days I wonder how I function. I wasn't very good in school sorry to say I had a lot of F's. Although I did get some C's and D's. Now here's a surprise my senior year I had mainly A's. WTF!? Well ok the counselor told me if I didn't buckle down and get better grades I would not graduate. So ok I started to turn in my work instead of saying the dog ate it, or the wind was strong walking to school today and ripped it out of my hands and blew away I just couldn't catch it. But I had art that year. I can't draw worth crap!!! And then I had the most obnoxious teacher! Oh how I disliked him!!! so much so it was a true hatred. I could not stand the man. I would sit in class and take that F! I refused and I do mean refused to do any work! and guess what? I passed with an A! Now I'm sure your asking how can that be? Its true I passed with an A. How did I do it? lol its kinda funny in a way. We were doing silver. making jewelry. He said one day I wish we had some polished rocks That would make your jewelry look very nice instead of plain. And I raised my hand. He looked very surprised and said ok Gale what do you have to say? And I replied my dad polishes rocks. He looked totally amazed. And he asked would he sell us some? I said I could ask and let you know tomorrow. He agreed. I asked my dad my dad was more than willing to sell some to our class. I told our teacher and he made arrangements to go with me to my home and get some polished rocks. They ended up buying 2 coffee cans full(large cans). Now I never did do any of the assignments in art class but because I told them where to get polished rocks to improve the other kids jewelry I passed.
Now why is it important to tell you all this? Because I'm having trouble with my grandkids. They don't like school. And they have heard the story before about me and how badly I did and still graduated. But I tell them school today is much different than when I went and the world is in a whole different spot than when I went to school. you need to learn more do more and pay attention to what is going on. with to days every day changing faster and faster technology moving faster you need to learn everything you can in school to keep up.

Mr Gab thinks it was wrong that I told them how bad I was in school while they are still in grade school. He said I should have waited till they had graduated before telling them. I thought I was telling them be smarter than grandma was.
So we do a little fighting with the grandkids to get them to understand school is important.

is it real or fake?

I was sitting in the doctors office this morning and this woman came in and sat next to me. First thing I noticed was her nails. I myself just got mine done. Yes I have fake nails. Because of everything going on here with my dad, kids and grandkids I was bitting them to the quick. So Mr. Gab surprised me the other day and told me there was this nail place down close to where he worked and said would you like to get your nails done? Silly question. My hands looks bad with my nails all chewed yet I just couldnt stop myself. But this lady had about 5 inch nails. She sat down and said ooooh I like that color what is it? I said moving to montana. I said I like yours. Now trust me I was wondering how the heck (insert h*l* there) she used her cell, which she was typing away on. Then she goes for reasons unknown to me my hair is dyed my real color is red(she was a blond) and my true eye color is brown( I looked but couldnt tell so she said they were blue now, the wonders of color contacts) as she got up to go in for her appointment she goes with a little sneaky smile and the breast are fake too!
Now mind you I would never tell a complete stranger all the info she shared with me. Another person fairly close to me said "Yeah and I bet she was born a man too"
I laughed and though yeah I bet! I was soon chatting with my nurse and she said she had seen me talking with Karen before her appointment. She assured me she was a woman and her problem was how not to share personal information. Again to much information I didnt ask for.
When my appointment was over I had to rush home grab my oldest grandson and take him to his Doctors appointment. As I was waiting with him, for some reason I started to look at others and wonder if anything about them was fake.
Me on the other hand Ive never colored my hair.....high-lighted it not colored and its a dark drab brown, my eyes are my eyes...... brown,my nails yes they are fake.....and my breast......are all mine!
I wondered most of today why woman and yes even some men do these things to them selfs? I also wondered why woman would lie about their age as someday the truth will come out. Me? Im too honest I tell every one my real age.
So what did I leave out? Nothing Im as real as you can get.......and on my next birthday I will be XX!


lol just kidding I will 56!

HAPPY VALENTINES

I'M TAKING THIS ONE DAY OFF OF BITCHING AND JUST TO SAY ONE THING TO ALL MY BLOGGER FRIENDS AND FAMILY MEMBERS IS:




HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!

SHARING THE LOVE TO ALL TO DAY!

YES I AM

You probably know or maybe not, know that I am a big time cat lover. Ive had a cat in my life since I was 2. My first cat trusted me so much that I used to carry her by her neck. Now remember I was 2. But even after I was old enough to carry her the right way I often still carried her by her neck. When I was old enough to read BIG words I read all about cats. In our school library they had several books about cats. So after awhile most people asked me questions about their cats. Now I'm not claiming I'm an expert on cats but I come pretty damn close.



My girlfriend from way way back (3rd grade) called me the other day and started to talk to me about the new kitten she got. She was talking away and I had part of my ear there listening while I was trying to keep grandkids settled when all of a sudden I caught what she was saying.

"my kittens whiskers were so long that I took a pair of scissors and cut them all the way down to her nose."

"what" I screamed into the phone "are you kidding me? You never ever cut cats whiskers"

" why" she asked me
"Are you kidding me? Ok wait a second while I catch my breath. Ok now listen to me very carefully! You never cut their whiskers no matter how long they get. even if they stick out farther than the cats body!!"
" Their whiskers are how they tell how wide a spot is so they know wheather or not they will fit though that spot. So if their whiskers arent long enough they will think its ok to go through a spot and possibably get stuck. their whiskers are like a ruler"
"oh" she says "so if they are cut close to their noses they will get stuck?" she asked me.
"yes they could" I tell her rolling my eyes thinking didnt I just say that?!
"well what about the whiskers up above their eyes can you cut those?"
"no no no" I tell her "dont cut any of their whiskers"

Our conversation covered more stuff like triming nails what way would be best. What about cat nip do you give that to cats and how much in a day that kinda stuff.

So after all was said and done I guess you could say yes I am an expert on cats!

things move

So I'm sitting here after having the first injection in my back and feel pretty good. So what do I do? Over do it. I go and load the dishwasher and thought wow I haven't done the whole dishwasher in 5 yrs all at one time. Before shot I would load bowls on top go sit for 5-10 minutes. Come back load glasses, go sit. Do plates go sit do silverware go sit add anything else that would fit go sit. Now I could come add detergent, turn the dial and go sit. Now though I had to sit about half and hour. But usually I couldn't sit even that long I'd have to get up and walk a little like down to bathroom or my bedroom or just to other end of house. Then of course I had to sit again. This would go on all day some days I couldn't even get more than dishes done. Some days I would walk down the stairs to do laundry and wouldn't be able to pick my feet up for 2-3 days and shuffle around the house.
Then I washed rest of dishes by hand. I still was feeling good. Ok lets bend over and clean out cat litter. Yep still feel good lets scrub bathroom. And vacuum the living room and my bedroom and oh there is a little snow on sidewalk lets go shovel that.
AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW? Now I hurt.
I got one of those little shock electric thingys that I hook up in the spot that hurts. Hummmm how can I do my back and legs and arms all at same time with only 4 leads? I cant I need to put all 4 on my back. Then I was silly and wasn't watching the numbers while I was setting it and next thing I knew I had it up to 5.0 and OW that hurt worse than me over doing it.
Now I notice that one certain spot in my back hurts all the time. Its not a strong pain its mild but I do notice it.
I go next week Friday for another injection. You can be sure that I will not repeat what I did.
I will take it easy and slow.
My lawyer is still working on getting a settlement for me. But because of the newest problem he was waiting to see how these injections do.
So now its been 1 yrs 4 months since the accident. I so hope something works cause I don't wanna have to do these shots very often.
I also went to physical Therapy and they found something in my neck that isn't suppose to be there so when I go back in 2 weeks they probably will need to do an MRI on my neck. All I know is she found it brought in another doctor to confirm that it wasnt suppose to be there. and said can you feel that when I move it and does it hurt. To which said yes and not really. So I will let you know what they find in 2 weeks time

FINALLY I THINK WE ARE HAVING A BREAKTHROUGH

If I had the money, the ways, and means of supporting this cause I would be in the #1 spot and screaming as loudly as possible. What is it you ask? Well its the word I hate the most.

In our St Paul Pioneer Press paper today was an article saying:

'RETARDED' VANISHING FROM LAWS , MEDICAL BOOKS.

well its about damn time. Ive hated that word for many many years. I would not let my kids or grandkids use that word around me. That was one of the reasons my grandkids came up with re-re.
That word has been thrown at our family many many times, not just because of my middle sister but me as well and sometimes my youngest sister. (well if one is retarded you all must be)
And like I said I HATE THAT WORD! BIG TIME!!!!!!

the paper said it was about time to change......Yes it is should have been done many years ago. But I guess I gotta be happy that it is being done.

So a little back ground if you are a new reader or if you have forgotten.

I'm the oldest of dad's second marriage. I was 5 when my sister D was born. There were some little things to let us know right away she was "different". Then came the day mom and dad took her to the doctors because she choked every time she tried to drink her bottle and was loosing weight. After all was said and done they had an answer. My sister D was Mentally retarded and had Cerebrel Palsey. I watched my mom and dad crumble. Never in my whole entire 5 yrs had I ever witness my mom and dad in so much pain. From that min on my sister D's life became a whirl wind of treatments. Mom and dad had to turn her head for her to loosen her neck (she later had surgery to cut the cord in her neck) They had to take her legs and push them to make it like she was riding a bike. They had to bend her hands, back and forth to keep muscles loose. Her one eye lid was longer than it should be, she used her finger to open it up so she could see so they took her in and had part of it cut away. Now it doesn't close all the way like ours do but it opens all the way. She also had a hole in her heart which was called Rheumatic Fever. So she had to take meds for that. She still choked every time she ate so we kept a bucket by the table when we ate. My sister D was 4 when my sister C was born. Both came home from the hospital the same day. Mom was holding baby C when D came home mom showed her the baby and D hauled off and hit her. lol. She didn't mean to I know but it sure scared baby C. Then Mom said to me G you are gonna have to help me. I said Ok. She then handed me baby C and said your gonna have to take care of her for me. So at 9 years of age I became an instant mom. It wasn't too bad cause mom was there if I really needed her but I can only think of one time I had to ask for help. I had put in the first diaper pin and was attempting to put in pin 2 but she was crying so much and wiggling. SO mom came to check and found I had pinned the diaper to the baby's skin. Ooooh I cryed so much cause I didn't mean to hurt my baby sister. My mom tried to console me and to reassure me that it sometimes happens and she has done it too. But it took me almost 2 hours to really calm down.
I also made sure that I played with my sister D alot. She loves to play Catch with a beach ball. And she really enjoys playing with a deck of cards. She doesnt have a real game just one she made up. Only she knows the rules and only she knows how to play. But the two of us could still play cards together. I would aske her to find me a King and she would find it. Not always on the first time but after awhile she got good at finding the right card first time asked.
There were many times though that I no longer wanted to play with either one of them and thats why my dad really got down on me and yelled at least you have legs to walk , run and play your sister has to sit here and wait for someone to play with her.
talk about guilt trip.
Sister D had to wear leg braces. Full leg braces. And she needed a wheelchair to get around in.
I think she was almost 5 before she really learned to crawl. it wasnt like a babys crawl though cause when she would it was almost a leap when she was moving, arms first then legs she didnt move one leg then the other they both went at the same time. some times she looked so funny doing it and like I said it was more like a frog leap than a crawl.
She also took awhile to learn how to use a fork. But to this day she still uses her hands and fingers the most.
So now you know some of my sister D's life but most of all you now know WHAT I HATE THE MOST That word!

What the heck

Ok I'm am so pissed again! Why oh why are some family members such a pain in the azz? Do you know I have honestly put this family member totally out of my life and forgotten them and gone on with my life. ONLY TO HAVE IT THROWN AT ME BIG TIME!

You know I swear, they cant possibly have a life, cause they are too busy sticking their nose in mine. That's gotta mean my life must be interesting. And here I thought we were boring. Anyways the thing that gets me the most is that not only do they stick their noses into our lives but then go on to tell other family members that really don't have to know anything! AND of course they always make us out to be the bad people! Then I put into the mix my grandchildren who fight so much that it makes my blood pressure soar to the point I just wanna run away. Then throw in my youngest son who is fighting with his girlfriend and he complains to me that he ain't good enough. OMG!

Mr Gab is right......He asked me the other day why did we have kids? None can seem to do anything. I'm beginning to wonder my self why? Long time ago I could've whipped out an answer and been proud to say why. Now I sit here wondering so ok why again?
So with all that going on this family member has to step in and tell me what I should and shouldn't be doing. their life's are nothing close to mine and doesn't even compare. PLUS they never raised their own children theirs were put into foster homes. Maybe I should start telling her what they have done wrong and remind them of why their kids were taken away. SO when you come right down to it they have never raised a child. NEVER RAISED A CHILD.
its great to give advice when you your self have no clue cause you've never actually done it.
BUT and I do repeat BUT you do not repeat do not need to tell other family members your side of the "story" and make us look bad. don't and i repeat don't spread trash sh*t around that isn't true. you don't need to go to your mom or dad or our cousins or aunts and uncles or any body and tell them anything going on in my family...in case you have forgotten IT'S MY FAMILY, MY BUSINESS. unlike some sh*t I could say about you and your family but I'm not that kind I dont stoop that low.

take your mom for example......all these years she has said I climbed out my bedroom window to meet a boy, and all these years I have said that wasn't me Ive never did that. but she has called me a lier (hummmm must run in your side of family)
You want the truth!!!!! Ask my sister C she admitted to me that it was her that climbed out the bedroom window (but not to meet a boy). So there stupid get your facts straight before you go around accusing someone!!!!!

and one more thing please tell me what gives you the rights to "KEEP MY PHOTOGRAPHS?" They are of me and my family you dont need them. Your not in them. These are Photos I'd like my grandkids to have. and dont send me F****king copies or put them on a disk GIVE ME THE ORIGINALS! THEY ARE MINE!!!!!!!

What in the world goes on when we sleep?

Attention bloggers : I have stopped lurking. I am not just reading your blogs, I have started to leave comments again. Did ya miss me? Its ok if ya havent!

I got up this morning and got the surprise of my life........................................... I had 50 or more grey hairs!!!!
Now mind you your probably saying so what. I've have a whole head of grey hairs and had for x amount of years.
But see that's the problem. Yesterday when I went to bed I only had about 5 to maybe 1o at the most. SO WT heck happened in the middle of the night? Do we have little elf's who come in and paint your hairs grey one at a time?
I have heard that stress makes you go grey quicker, well that old wife's tale is just that because if stress did it I would have been grey at age 28.
The funny thing is both my younger sisters are almost totally grey! When I seen them I said oh hell no go get your hair colored right now cause your not gonna look older than me. Especially since 1 is only 5 yrs younger than me and the other is 9 yrs younger. I for the most part enjoy being the oldest sister!(in this family as I do have both an older sister and brother).
Ok different subject.
Did I tell you we now have dad's dog? His name is Buddy and he is part collie part German Sheppard.med size dog and don't bark, Seriously! In all the time dad has had him and now what little time Ive had him I havent heard him bark. Now dad says he has once but you know there are lots of dogs in dad's neighborhood it might have been another dog. (see weird cell phone photo at left)
Ok well I guess thats all for now. Have a good week.


OH YEAH GO VIKINGS! they play today I hope we win!

Only grandma will do

Last Sunday, actually early monday morning our daughter called telling me that "little man" was throwing up. He was crying so hard that he was choking and making him throw up even more. Our daughter was crying and making things a little worse. I told her take him to the doctors. But she was like he threw up in bed and all over the place and what if he throws up in the car? I'm like thats all part of being a mom. I also told her to get a bucket for him to throw up in. Mean while in the background I could hear him crying he wanted to go see grandma. I finally told her to get some extra clothes pjs and stuff and bring him over. So at 3:30 am our grandson came to see us. I picked him up and rocked him gently, he stopped crying and sat quietly with me. Grandpa talked to him and the held him over the garbage can when he threw up again. Soon we told grandpa to go to bed and we sat quietly for about 30 more mins. He soon told me he wanted to go to bed. SO we shut off the lights and walked down to the bedroom. He asked where I was gonna sleep and I said next to the wall. He said where do I sleep? I said in the middle as soon as I tell grandpa to move over. Soon we will all in bed sleeping. Somewhere around 9am daughter text me to ask if she should come get him. I text back and said we were all still sleeping. Half and hour later and little man was crying and wanted his mom. So I called her and told her. She finally got here and I said he was still throwing up and she better take him to urgent care. So she did and when she called me 2o mins later she said he had strep but because he was throwing up they were gonna give him a shot. Oh that didnt go over to well but hey it worked faster than the med would have if he took it then threw up again! She took him home. Then he came over on Tues like normal, telling me that he was feeling a little better. I said good. Then Weds they came over like normal and went home like normal. But at 8 pm Weds night daughter was calling he was crying again and she was afraid he was gonna throw up again. Again I could hear him telling his mom he wanted to go to grandmas. She told him it was too late it was 8:30 and grandma wasnt feeling well. OH MY GOSH he was crying so I finally said just bring him over. So she brought him over to spend the night again. He was more than happy to sleep over at grandma's again. BUT................grandma and grandpa are still so tired. That kid kicks alot. and of course grandpa was afraid he would roll on top of him. I was afraid the cats would sleep on his face so we didnt get a good nights sleep either night. One thing both grandpa and I agreed on is if he comes to spend the night again we best have a bed of all his own to sleep in.
On sat Jan 30th Little man will turn 3. Already he's telling me his birthday is next and he wants a blue monster truck that is remote control!!!

I tied but I cant do it

I have tried to get back here and update you all on my boring life, but it hasnt been easy. Yes Yes Im still playing on facebook alot, more than Mr Gab likes.....speaking of which he has his own page so he can play games lol so he really cant talk. Plus we both have accounts on Pogo.com which is where this game bussiness all started. Im about to give up Pogo, because after all I can play all kinds of games on FaceBook without paying. Although Mr Gab has been working so much in the last few weeks that we do have a little extra, so he doesnt mind paying for pogo as he likes it as much as I do maybe a little more. In fact he played mainly on Pogo till he found that game Bejeweled Blitz on FB. so he created his own page just so he could play at any time. He has set up another page with his name for one of our grandsons to play Farmtown and Yoville, but it had gottened hacked so he made his own page no one but him goes on it and we deleted the other one.
My dad has gone into the hospital and then moved into my sister C's house. He isnt doing all that well. They took him off the memory meds the ones that were to help him remember things longer, and already we see the difference. Even though we tell him who we are he doesnt know us. I have come up wiyh an idea about one thing, those with alzheimers talk alot of about their lives when they were younger. They dont know us because we werent there when they were younger. You can say dad but if they are back in their younger days they dont have kids.
They told us we needed clean up dad's house what a job that is.
My sister's husband has been doing most of the work as Mr Gab is working so much at his job he really doesnt have any days off.
Well guess thats all I have for an update.

New Year

HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERY ONE. HOPE 2010 IS A GOOD YEAR FOR YOU ALL

Are you freaking kidding me?

So I've a little run with with a family member again! I swear some days I just wish that I had no family. But you know I love my "family" it just extened family that I can do with out. Now this family member is not a child,but sure acts like one. We had words and I guess what I said hurt them. Then they proceeded to say I'm going to my imediate family i.e. mom dad sister hubby. and show then what you said.
OMG just let it go.
1st off they are just words they sting but really dont hurt and if they hurt maybe you should stop and think what did you say to them? If you think the words hurt come stand in front of me and let me slap you up along the side of your head and see what you say about that. Right now in my head there are like a billion times here I would like to use a swear word! And granted I believe I have every right, but Im not sinking to their level.
On facebook they have a spot next to your name and you write what your doing/feeling and today I said Is wondering if we can take a pencil and erase our mistakes why cant we use it on certain family members and erase them outta our lives?
There were a few who agreed with me that that would be nice because it would make their lifes better.
And OH I KNOW that god throws these people these family members in our way for a reason. But for the life of me I dont know why! I know the chinese familys are very close knit and I often wonder if they ever have someone in their close knit family that they would like to be someplace else? And I wonder what they do when they face some one that is difficult? do they say words that are hurtful? Or do they do something more drastic? and are they willing to tell me? lol
But as I requested and I really hope they follow through, I want no part of said family member in any way shape or form.
after all if someone were to upset me with hurtful words I wouldnt go tell my parents ,sisters, hubby OH HECK NO.......I'd blog all about it!!!!

It's been 13 yrs but.....

I still miss my mom like hell. Today's my mom's birthday. She would have been 77 today. Not a day goes by that I dont miss her. In fact I would love it if she were her when her 2nd great granddaughter had been born. I know had she lived those greats would have been spoiled more than what grandma and grandpa do. She was alive when our oldest grandson was born but by that time she was so sick, that she never got to enjoy him. Worse part was my sister had a baby just 3 months before my grandson was born so it was difficult for her having 2 babies at the same time and not be able to enjoy them like I know she would and could have had she not been sick. How I miss her. It is ever more difficult now around this time of year. Thanksgiving and Christmas was her time of year. She was one for getting the family rallied around. Oh we had those family members which we would rather have never had to speak to again, those family members who we spoke to but watched all our silver, and those family members who were ok to socialise with just one time of the year and those family members whom we only spoke with by phone. But somehow mom managed to keep in touch with them all regardless of our opinions. Because at this time of year no matter if you were considered part of the black sheep of the family you were family and mom made sure she included you for just one day of the year. There are many family members who thought my mom was an angel and she was she really was but not the reason they think. Mom would but her true feelings for these family members to the back and just celebrated the day with her family. She would talk laugh and get mad then yell then swear she was never gonna do it ever again. lol. I cant remember hom many times I heard next year Im not cooking. Yet next year would come and she would be the first to start preparing for Thanksgiving. Mom always made goose. and this oyster thingy that if she ever had a recipe for it she kept it well hidden. BUT alas I was a good (choke) daughter and helped her every year so I knew how she made it. But to be honest I asked her one year (thankfully before she got sick) how it was made and she told me so I can make it now. I have gone online and did a search for a recipe because I just wasnt sure of amounts and found one. so I can make it. When Mr Gab and I were first married and we went there for thanksgiving Mr Gab asked her one day where the turkey was. Mom got very angry and said no turkey just goose. And Mr gab the sweetheart that he is goes but I want turkey isnt that what Thanksgiving is about the turkey? OH I LOVE THAT MAN! Let's start trouble with your inlaws at the dinner table. Well, mom calmly said you want turkey you buy it and make it yourself. And so the next year Mr Gab bought the turkey and brought it with for me to cook. yeah with one oven it was a little hard to cook both. We all ate the goose at dinner time and the turkey alot later. Then we discovered the microwave. I had to try cooking a turkey about 3 times before I had it the way we wanted it to be. Once I had mastered that we would buy a turkey and the ingreadents for stuffing and loaded it all and my microwave into the car and take it all to mom's. Set it up and most of the time had to let the microwave warm up before starting to cook. But that was ok cause all I needed was 9999 to cook the turkey. Yep that is the cooking time needed for a 10lb turkey. And boy do I miss my microwave. It's still in SD. So I cook it in the oven here. I tried this microwave, but its kinda small and it takes like forever. I just dont know what the differences are but if anything ever happens to my one in SD I sure hope I can find one like it to cook my turkeys.
Another time and I swear I do love Mr Gab but honestly he is too direct when he should be more meek and quiet...lol......BUT..... he isnt and so one saturday at dinner my mom cooked macaroni and tomatoes. We are all done eating and sitting at the table chatting when Mr Gab says to my mom have you ever thought of adding hamburger to that? And my dad was like oh hey that sounds good add some meat to that. OH BOY OH BOY did my mom get mad!!! Under her breathe she was like we've ate it this way for years then you come in and upset it all! But the next time she made macaroni and tomatoes she added hamburger.
When Mr Gab and I were dating my mom was the one on our side. My dad didnt like Mr Gab at all.....you know no man good enough for his daughter. anyways my mom was the one who ran interferance so Mr Gab and I could go out. And when we got married my mom was there at the wedding but not my dad. He claimed he couldnt take off work. But he has come around....especially when Mr Gab could do carpenter work, and was willing to take his weekend to work with my dad on many different projects. I know on more than one occasion my dad tried to scare Mr Gab off even after we got married. But my mom to the rescue again. She pointed out 1) did you really wanna make me unhappy? 2) did you really wanna do it by yourself? 3) if you scare him off she will be moving back in with baby n all! Thats all it took. By our 10th wedding anniversary I think my dad finally realised that we werent a fly by night marriage that we truely love each other and planned on staying together no matter what he threw at us.

Ive gotten off the subject which was HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM WHERE EVER YOU ARE.
I miss you and love you lots

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

One of our favorite bloggers has a birthday to day. so in true gab fashion


HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR BB
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOOOOOO YOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUU!
and many more!


Hope you day is great BB and hope that special girl makes it even more special. (wink)

I just wish for one day

That my mom could come back and talk to some people and tell them straight....how she really felt about certain things. And some people would be really hurt but maybe they would wake up! But I doubt it. I'm pretty sure that even if she told them right to their face they would think she wasn't
talking about them I swear my life would be a whole lot easier if some people who claim to be family would just stay out of my life. Yep we are back to that again. I swear I thought I learned my lesson the first time. But no I gave them another chance. Oh when will I ever learn? These people never change the are still all most just like they were at 13. Only worse cause now they are older and more blind.
Oh yes welcome back folks.......to my bitching post.
I had already planned to come back and write again but this just pushed me and pushed me and pushed me. Oh the things I could say, about this family.
But you know some would say let it go its old history. Well hell honey I would if some people would stop bringing it up. And the thing that really pisses me off the most is she uses my dear departed mom as her life saver. I have up to this point held my tongue but if she knew really how my mom felt about her...THE TRUTH well I doubt that it would even sink in she is so delusional. When she was younger and had a baby and had been drinking she would show up at our house crying cause her mom was "such a bitch". My mom tried to get her out...she thought she was a bad influence on my youngest sister C. My mom would call her mom to please come get her out of her house only to have her mom (my mom's youngest sister) yell at her please let her sleep it off there. after all you don't want her out there drunk and driving with a baby in the car.My mom always wondered how her own sister could let her go out there drunk and drive with the baby and did nothing to stop her but expected my mom to do it. So as much as my mother hated her being there drunk like that mom "let her sleep it off" and watched the baby. Afterwards my mom would tell us she wishes her sister could take care of her own kids and keep that brat away from our house. It got so bad cause she would show up often and always drunk and always with her baby daughter. My mom would actually go out the back door go to the neighbors and "hide out" After awhile when it was apparent that no one was going to control or "help" that kid she started to call the police to stop her and hopefully take her to detox. Which never helped cause as soon as she was let out she was back drinking. I remember one time mom was hiding and my sister D came home and my mom had to run out, my mom was steaming. Now she had to deal with a drunk again. So later my mom called the "school" where my sister D went and then the bus company to see if D could be last one off the bus. They were not sure why my mom would request her daughter to ride around town for an hour and a half before they would bring her home when she was the first drop. But mom knew that "she" would come around the time D came home then pass out. So with D not coming home till 4 30 - 5, mom could hide out more. It worked.."she" would come there would be no one home and she would leave. Mom would call the police let them know and then leave it up to them to deal with her. My mother would tell her sister to please take care of her own daughter as my mom already had enough to do with her own daughter who was born handicapped. But each day her sister would "cry" that there wasn't anything she could do cause her daughter was a strong head snot who thought she knew it all. I was glad when I got married. But I sure worried about my mom left to deal with her sister and her daughter when she had her own 2 kids to care for.
And don't get me started on why I stopped babysitting for them when they were smaller. OMG I know that denial is so larger in that side of the family that they would call me the lier. But you see when I get to the gates I don't have to worry about God saying do you remember when......then look at me stern like and oh don't you even dare to try and pull one over on me my child I seen all. Nope I can walk up there and be told I'm sorry child for all that you endured.

Sooooo If it come to push comes to shove I will shove back and I will let out all the dirty little secrets. I have no problems telling all. and what I know is stuff you dont want the whole world to know but that will not stop me if you push me. I have a few things in my closet but just about every one knows those things you on the other hand dont know half of the story. But I will be glad to tell you and the whole world about your closet. Including the lie your mother has been spreading about me.

Saying good bye is such sweet sorrow

or something to that effect. Well as you can probably tell I haven't been around much. My readership has fallen off to almost Nil. And as much as I like to talk and write my main reason for starting this blog(well actually the other one) was to blow off steam and to figure out if I had been abused by my dad like my sisters. In part I guess I already knew that answer. But it needed to be in black and white and someone else to comment to know what I already knew deep down and just didn't want to admit to myself.
So for now I'm just going to let the blog go and not write anything. I'm not going to delete it just in case I ever want to come back and start writing again. I will however stop by all the blogger's I read and keep reading. I may or may not comment, but I will still be lurking. If there is a reason for you to talk to me you have my email .....(its on my profile page) or you can come over to face book and find me. So until I pick up here again Farewell to you and keep on keeping on.

Too Fast

So the days have been flying by so fast that I just blink and its either the weekend already or Monday again. One of the good things about that is school will be starting again soon. The bad thing it means we are heading into winter again. I think god made a terrible mistake when he was developing the earth. The four seasons were a good idea, but he made winter way to long and summer way to short. I think that all four seasons should have been the same lenght in time. We have 12 months and 4 seasons so that means each should have been 3 months long each, no more no less. Now I know there are many people who will argue that it is that way. But I have seen winter in Oct and May so Oct to April is 7 months. and then should it start in Oct and run to May well that's just too dang long. I don't know how those folks in Alaska survive, but they really have to like Winter to stay there. I guess you can say the same for the folks in the warmer spots like Calif and Fl. to name a couple, where they have summer all the time. And there is another thing I think our creator did wrong. All of North America should have the same seasons...with the same results. If it snows in MN in should snow in FL. The warmer places should then be just South America. Anyways, school season is apond us and soon I will only have the baby during the day hours.

Silly me

I am so silly...No really, I write a little about Panhards but for got some information. So here's a little addition:



These cars are from France. My dad has always been interested in things that are made by others and can only be obtained by "spending a little green". Dad was first interested in the Renault Dalphine. I cant even count how many we had over the years. A few of them he ordered straight from France. He was the first owner. I was to little to know how he first heard of these cars all I can remember is that one day we had these cool little cars that no one else had. Dad had several at one time (he was saving a couple in case 1 broke down) 2 were stick and 1 was automatic. Now according to my dad the automatics were a little on the rare side coming to the US. I loved that car. So I told dad not to drive it cause I wanted that one. Well, car 1 broke down so dad started to drive car 2. I kept telling him I wanted the automatic one and he had to save it for 2 more years which was when I turned 16. Unfortunately for me car 2 broke down. Dad was driving my car and his car was almost fixed when one day mom came out and said to me your dad's been in a car accident. All I could think of was Oh no my car. (selfish me). When dad came up the road I was standing in the road. I seen the front end of the car and I though oh that's not hurt. Then I seen the backside and then I cried. OH I was such a snot. more worried about car and not my dad.
Anyways it was shortly after that when my dad acquired the first Panhard. 6 panhards made it to America.(the kind like in the picture) Eventually dad owned 5 of the 6. He parted 2 out sold 1 and I have the other 2. I know he ordered 1 directly from France. The rest he bought from around the states. This is a man who would be driving down the road and see Fly wheels and slam on the breaks....but thats another story. In the summer we would drive from here to our farm inn SD driving a Panhard. We would stop for gas or to eat and instantlly we would have people looking at our car asking a million questions. One time we came out of the restraunt and not only did these people have all doors , and hood and trunk open they had our suitcases on the ground! One guy goes so this is what the new Packard looks like. Rather than tell him what it really was we nodded loaded our suitcases and took off. I think that was the only time dad never gave the people a "tour" and history of our car. opening everything and taking out our stuff really made him mad. Anyways that is how I know about these strange little cars.

Have you ever heard or seen of a PANHARD?

(click on pictures for a close up)

This is what a panhard looks like from the side. They have suicide doors. This is about a 1953. They are made in France. Very few made it to America.







Front end looks like its smiling. ( reminds me of Inspector gadgets car lol)







and this is the inside. See the dashboard. Plain not a lot to it.
and now the details.
They are 2 cylinder air cooled engines. There is no heat in these cars so not good for winter driving here in MN (or SD for that matter)
They are basic cars. No glory here. They look like the Volkswagen except longer in the front.
Now you ask How is it you know so much about these cars? Well lets see I have 2 of them.
These are not my pictures of mine. These are courtesy of Panhard club on the web.
I forgot to get the link so if you wish to read more about these cars you just need to google Panhard. It almost sound like your saying Pan nerd. But it is Pronounced PAN HARD just as it is spelled.

Boy I forgot

So I wished Barman a Happy Birthday on July 1st which of course is Canada Day. But then I forgot to come back and tell you it was my birthday on the 4th of July. AND I also forgot to come wish my nephew a HAPPY BIRTHDAY on the 5th of July!!!! SHAME ON ME. So in true gab fashion to my nephew C....

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR C
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
and many more.

Now lets see he must be about 21 now. Woot he's an official adult! WOW he's getting old fast. I can remember when he was a baby and I changed him. (sorry hun I wont embarrass you anymore than that). Anyways I know he's been going to college for about 2 years now. I'm not sure what he's aiming for but I'm sure he will make a good decision there. He is the first in our family to go to college. His brother to is going to college. I'm am so ding dang proud of them. I had high hopes of my own going especially since they are very bright but other stuff got in the way. Now I only hope that my nephews finish and do something good with their lives.
As for my birthday I did nothing! Oh thats not quit true. In the morning I babysit the boys. That afternoon my daughter came and got all the boys and they went to the races. I really wanted to go to but I knew I couldnt sit on those benches that long. And if I had taken my own chair I wouldnt have been able to sit with everyone else. So I stayed at home. Mr Gab and I had a nice time watching tv and just "chillin" Well for the most time I spent with Mr Gab but alot of time he was sleeping! He worked the over night on Friday and then he did truck Saturday morning. Most of the time when he does truck it takes maybe an extra hour then hes home around 8am. But that saturday it was a larger truck and he didnt get home till 11am. So he didnt get a chance to really get any sleep before fireworks that night.
I was able to see plenty of fireworks here at home and I didnt have to worry about traffic. Daughter kept the boys over night so we had a peaceful night as well.
Now I know this is a little late but HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA!

A little birdie told me it's Barman's Birthday

It's Barman's ( aka Bryan) birthday today.

So it true gab fashion:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR BRYAN
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOOOOOO YOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU
and many more.

Hope you have a great day!

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY


This is a wish to all father's out there to have a very happy father's day. This of course must include the mother's who act as both mother and father. Whether they are single or their spouse is off fighting to protect our country. To the dad's who have passed if not for them we wouldn't be. To the uncle's who sometimes fill in as dad to their niece's and nephew's.
And a Big HAPPY FATHER'S DAY to Mr. Gab.

So far two of our three children have wished Mr Gab Happy father's day. I'm sure our oldest will call later today or maybe he will call tomorrow saying he forgot. But he usually does make the call. Our oldest grandson wished grandpa Happy father's day when he came home from working the double shift yesterday. He was only awake long enough to say Thank you. The other boys have a card for grandpa but they will probably have to wait till tomorrow to give it.
and now the great news.

ALL FOUR BOYS ARE WITH THEIR DAD!!!!
This is great news because Oldest grandson hadn't seen his dad for 11 years then last Father's day he asked to go see him. They have been bonding for the last year.
Second oldest hadn't seen his dad at all since he was 6 months old. He finally met him this past April. They now get together every weekend. Third grandson hasn't seen his dad in about a year but he called his "other" grandma and said he wanted to see his dad. He came and got him. And little man's dad has been having some problems, so he had taken a break away from seeing him. But I told him the other dad he was asking for him so he said he would make arraignments to come see him today. They came and got him for a couple of hours today.
I thought this would be a good time to go to my dad's but I'm so tired that I will drive out tomorrow. Its the thought that counts!
Have a great day.

Laugh for the day

Grandma's Boyfriend
A 5-year-old boy went to visit his grandmother one day. Playing with his toys in her bedroom while grandma was dusting, he looked up and said, 'Grandma, how come you don't have a boyfriend now that Grandpa went to heaven?' Grandma replied, 'Honey, my TV is my boyfriend. I can sit in my bedroom and watch it all day long. The religious programs make me feel good and the comedies make me laugh. I'm happy with my TV as my boyfriend.' Grandma turned on the TV, and the reception was terrible. She started adjusting the knobs, trying to get the picture in focus. Frustrated, she started hitting the backside of the TV hoping to fix the problem. The little boy heard the doorbell ring, so he hurried to open the door and there stood Grandma's minister. The minister said, 'Hello son, is your Grandma home?' The little boy replied, 'Yeah, she's in the bedroom bangin' her boyfriend.' The minister fainted.
Now, that's funny... I don't care WHO you are.

Little man is soooooo CUTE!

Well yesterday was interesting,good, and bad! around 2:30 in the afternoon,I decided to go to this block sale that was going on. So because all the kids are now out of school, I have to take them all with. So I told them to get ready to go. Little man runs into our bedroom and tells grandpa to get up and get ready to go we going to garage sales. Grandpa says no I'm gonna stay home and sleep. Little man then closes the door to our bedroom and says I'm staying home with grandpa. He proceeded to open and close the door many times over each time shouting out the door to me that he was staying home with grandpa. Each time he did I said no your coming with me. Next thing I know Mr Gab is up and dressed. I said oh are you coming with? He laughs and says you think? Little man was very insistent that grandpa come with. SO we go to these garage sales and picked up a few small items for 5 and 10 cents. Then we get to this garage sale and they have a lot of knick knacks. Now mind you every garage sale we go to I tell the boys "DO NOT TOUCH" If you want anything you tell either me or grandpa and we will come look. So I'm standing at this table looking at some thing and all of a sudden I hear "CRASH" I look around and I say "Alright who broke it and what do I owe"? It was quiet for a moment and then Mr Gab goes I broke it. WHAT? YOUR KIDDING RIGHT? The people were very nice and said no you don't owe us anything. They had several items set on a two tiered cookie stand and Mr Gab hit the table and just like that they fell off. They were little china pieces almost like doll dishes but knick knacks. Well we ended up spending 5.75 there, Ok wait, I spent 5.75. One of my grandsons also spent about 6.00 of his own money there. I felt so bad I really wanted to pay for the stuff. And while we were there this lady's mom came outside to see how things were going and asked about how these things got broke. The lady told her mom "someone bumped" into the table. I said Yes I'm sorry my husband was the one who bumped into the table. I said I am willing to pay for everything. but her mom said no that's ok I shouldn't have put them up there. After that we came home. I took off my shoes and sat down........and OMG the pain. Just those 5 houses and I hurt so badly, I went to stand up to go to the bathroom and I couldn't walk. Oh no, I had to really go. After several starts I was finally off and well not running but sliding my feet to the bathroom. When I got back to the living room and my chair I sat back down and within a minute I knew I was sorry that I had gone garage sale- ing. While it was fun and I got a few cute things (grandkids actually spent their money and got more) I shouldn't have done it. I keep telling my doctor I have trouble walking and I need to be totally handicapped so I can get help with SSI disability and insurance so I can either get a power chair or scooter so I don't have to worry about walking. I could then go anywhere including sales and not worry. But alas she isn't cooperating. Maybe I should take her with me and then she could see what happens to me. lol.

Ooooohhh I wish I knew what I was doing!

One day I can work the gadget thingy in the blog pages next day I cant get it to work for love nor money. (and no I didn't pay them)

I'm trying to add my eBay page to my side bar and I click on the link thingy to add it, it comes up but it doesn't take you right to my eBay page.

I added the Minnesota thing real easy I tryed to do same thing with my eBay page and Nada. Oh sure all the letters are there but you cant click on it and be taken right to my eBay page. What oh what am I doing wrong? Ooooh technology sucks. Well I guess I just don't have a clue it isn't technology. If any one out there who reads my page knows how to fix this so that when you click on the link you go right to my page please please please fix it for me!

When I was a kid- farmer Jones

One thing I use to hate the most was people telling me to keep up with the Jones. The second thing I hated was being told I was one of the Jones boys. Ummmm look again.

I remember one time (not to sure about age probably around 9 or 10) I heard my mom complain to my dad about the potatoes having eyes already. Dad said cut them up and plant them.

Well, needless to say I did just that. I cut them up and planted them........But...its where I planted them that caused all the problems.

Yes, I was a regular farmer, I did just as my dad said. I cut them up and planted them to surprise my mom. You see my mom had enough on her plate to deal with, let alone planting the potatoes.
I know I was young because if I had been older I wouldn't have planted them where I did. lol

My poor mom carried the wash outside one day and started to yell. I came around the corner of the house and said "whats wrong?"
Mom asked what was planted under the clothes line? I said potatoes...... "surprise". Mom sighed then said that was a bad place to plant because how was she gonna hang up the clothes? I didn't have an answer. When dad came home and mom relayed to dad what I had done, he laughed and said we have a farmer on our hands. He told mom to deal with it. And later that fall we had lots of potatoes.
Now I guess you could say ok, so you were silly in where you planted the potatoes but you enjoyed the potatoes and everything right? Ok But it wasn't quite the way it ended. The very next year I forgot and planted under the clothes lines again. To say my mom was mad is putting it mildly.
She finally convinced my dad to find somewhere to plow the ground so that I could plant there instead of under the clothes lines. And he did........but your talking about me. Yes I did it a third time. even after dad had plowed a little area set away from clothes line just for me. Oh yes I used it.....for Tomatoes, Cucumbers, peas. I had no room for potatoes so under the clothes line they went. My dad just laughed, my mom on the other hand told me under no circumstances was I to ever plant there again NO MATTER WHAT! As it turned out dad had to plow a much bigger spot because the next year I added lettuce and carrots to the stuff I had the year before. And yes for the most part I did care for the garden.
But then dad bought 10 acres about 30 miles from the house. It had about 5 acres of plantable land but most of it was sand. I liked it to start with then I got to the point I didn't want to even go out there to help. My farmer instincts had faded away. Farmer Jones was no more.
When Mr Gab and I got married we had a small Veg.garden here, along with a Large flower garden. Unfortunally all of the flowers died except 1 rose bush that keeps hanging in no matter what. I have planted some other flowers but now with my back its really hard for me to care for a garden. I just learned that I should go for a container garden which is suppose to be easy to care for. I may check it out.

I want to thank my sister C for the surprise on Monday. I did get to spend some great time with Mr Gab for his birthday. Thanks Sis.

surprise to my sister and brother in law

this is gabs sister c
and today is my brother in laws birthday.
i wanted to surprise them and do her blog so she can spend the day with mister gab.
so in gab fashion
happy birthday to you happy birthday to you
happy birthday mr gab
happy birthday to you
and many more
hope you have a great day
from all the larsons and mrs gab and your kids and grandkids

Thanks C!
Yes it's true it's Mr Gab's birthday today. He is 58 years old today. (shhhh I didn't tell you that)
I did have a blog for today but I'm gonna leave it for another day and just sit back and relax with Mr. Gab!)

When I was a kid - against all odds.

When I was a kid I thought that having a handicapped sister/brother was normal. I thought all families had one,little did I know that our family was unique. When my sister D was born she had many special needs. They told my parents she would probably die before she was three. When she made it to her third birthday they said she wouldn't live past 13. This Sept 17th she will turn 50.

I remember when I was in Jr high (now called middle school) one of my teachers in health class was talking about special needs children and to me the way it sounded was like she was putting them down and shunning them. She asked if any of us knew any special needs kids? I kept my mouth shut, cause if she didn't like these kids I wasn't gonna tell her about my sister. But a neighbor from up the street shouted out about me having a handicapped sister in a wheelchair. So the teacher asked me what her problems were. So I told her she was mentally retarded and had CP. The teacher nodded and said yes that's what her brother had and was in the hospital that day fighting for his life.The next thing she said surprised me. She said that if every parent had one "normal" child and one "special needs" child more people would be compassionate. I had a new insight to that teacher because she understood. The next day she wasn't there in fact she never returned. You see her brother passed away that day right about the time we were talking about him. My teacher quite teaching what she called "normal" children and went to teach "special needs" children.
I have always defended my sister. Anyone who stared at her I would tell them to take a picture. People who whispered and stared I would tell them to get a life and leave us alone. I'm sorry to say that I also used some not so nice four letter words! Because to me my sister was a VIP.
Once my youngest sister came along and she wasn't a special needs person, but mom needed help taking care of her so she could deal with the things that had to be done on a daily basis for sister D sister C was now my responsibility. Which was ok with me.
What surprises me the most today is that we accept all people with special needs as just another person. Back when my sister was little many many people including the doctors who cared for her kept telling my parents to lock her in the hospital for people with special needs. My parents checked out one of those hospitals and actually left my sister for a week but they couldn't stand knowing she was there with all those other people with problems. You see even though D had many problems and special needs my parents pretty much acted as if she was just like anyone else. Oh sure she did get treated a little more special than myself and sister C but for crying out loud we never felt that she was any better than us, but maybe just a little worse off than us. To us she was "normal"
And even though we are just getting going into summer I can't wait till Sept! Those doctors would be shocked if they were still alive that sister D has lived much longer than they ever gave her hope for.

Got scared half to death

Doctors office called on Tues. Nurse told me they found something on one of my test I gotta come in on Friday. I say ok hang up and start to worry. The only test I could think it could be was the Mammogram. Then my head went into a spin. Oh god they found something and I will need chemo or something. Maybe they will have to remove one, Ooooh GOD! I mean I know I complain about them alot but dang to have one or maybe both removed? Could I deal with that? Look on the bright side, I thought to my self, no more bras, no cutting straps in the shoulders, no back pain. But would Mr Gab still love me I thought? Oh I cant wait till Friday I'm gonna go crazy.

Friday comes. I go to the doctor's. She weighs me and does blood pressure and pulse and in my head I'm screaming get on with it DAMN IT!
She turns on the computer and brings up my tests and starts talking. I have osteoporosis, and they need me to start a medicine that I would take once a week.
What? wait my heads in a fog. What did you just say?
So she tells me again and tells me that for the next 6 months I should be extra careful not to fall because my bones are so thin (brittle) that I could be hurt seriously bad! She laughs and says thank goodness its not winter because if it was I'd tell you to stay indoors the whole winter to give your bones a chance at building back up. Now I'm gonna tell you just be extra careful, we don't want you to fall.
Well hell I don't want to fall either but dang scare a person half to death will you. So I asked why couldn't they tell me this on the phone? She says privacy reasons. They can no longer tell certain things over the phone, she even told me that certain tests we have done the results can no longer be told over the phone. Guess there's too many "listeners". Now I can maybe see that with cell phones but land phones?
So once I finally get my head more cleared and she tells me the medicine she wants to start me on and that I need more Vitamin D and Calcium taken daily and she will see me in a month unless this medicine has an ill effect on me. I say oh wait. I then tell her about when I did the colonoscopy and what happened when I drank the magnesium citrate and the effects it had on me. And she said yes it sounds like your allergic to it so one more thing to add to your list of things to be highly aware of. And not to take.
Then she walks outta the room and I'm left thinking this was so wrong. They should have been able to give you a hint of what was wrong like maybe say Oh they found something on your bone density test. Then I wouldn't have worried half as much. But then again maybe I would have anyways.

OH GOD ITS TRUE!

I was reading the other blogs that I have in my left side bar, when I came back to my home page and looked and I do mean looked at my picture of Mr Gab and myself. Its true what they say. The longer your married the more you look like each other. And by looking at that picture we do look like each other. Is that good or bad? It's almost like looking at (omg choke....)my brother. I love my brother don't get me wrong but I don't want to be married to him!
The thoughts that are going through my mind right now are not the stuff I want to be thinking, especially with my brother. Does this mean I need a new husband or brother? LMBO. Actually I think I'll keep them both. You know the saying I finally got him trained right why would I want to start over? Well that applys here too. 35 years and Ive got him just the way I want him. And as for my brother...........dont want to change him either.

What the hell are they teaching our kids?

I AM NOT one of these grandma's who sit the kids in front of the tv. I do have the tv on through out the day (mainly for background noise), but little man has started to demand certain shows every day and he really throws one hell'va fit if he can't watch them. So I have been turning on these shows and let him watch them. BUT yesterday I sat with him and watched those shows.
Show 1) The adventures of Dora. A little girl with her pet monkey look for missing items using a map and a backpack. First thing grandson says is he wants a monkey. I say ok I will buy you a stuffed monkey. He throws a fit he wants one that talks! Are you kidding me?
Show 2) Go Diego Go. A little boy with his baby jaguar helping other animals outta trouble. OK PLEEEAAAASSSSEEEEE eveyone knows you cant have a Jaguar as a pet baby or otherwise. Everyone that is except a 2 year old.
Show 3) Spongebob Squarepants. I dont even want to go there.

So now what I try to do is find a movie that is more for his age and when he starts to yell that he wants to watch these shows I say naw lets find a movie. He yells eggo alot (meaning diego) for both dora and diego but I try to stay strong and stick with watching a movie. He does like movies and he does yell for certain movies but right now I would rather hear him yell for those movies than "eggo"
And those shows? I plan on writing a letter to all of them. I know it won't do much but I want them to know just why we wont be watching their shows.

Oh my I lost a whole day

warning very graphic. If to much information bothers you don't read skip down to where I go to ER.





Ok so it all started Monday when I had to start prepping for my colonoscopy. You know this is the day you start by all liquid diet and drinking that horrible stuff? Ok so I start with the first stuff and I was doing ok till I got about half drank then all of a sudden it started to come back up. It says in their little brochure that if you feel like puking stop for 15-30 mins rinse out your mouth with water and start again. After 30 minutes I took another drink and didn't even hardly get it swallowed and was off and running. SO I figured that because all I had was water coming out the other end so I figured I didn't need to finish this as it was just coming back up any ways. The next step was to drink this other stuff 4 hrs before test. Well I was scheduled to go in at 6:45am Tues morning which meant that I needed to get up around 2:30am to drink this stuff. SO I set my alarm as Mr Gab had to work the over night shift again. I get up at 2:30 and start to drink this stuff. I got an instant headache. I drank it then went back to bed only to jump up about 15 mins later to rush to the bathroom to puke that crap up. I just hoped and prayed enough was in my system that they could still do the test. I got back up at 5am took my shower got dressed and waited For Mr Gab to get ready to take me. We got over there and I checked in telling her about bringing everything back up and she said to tell the nurse when they took me back. I went to sit down to wait and next thing I knew I was in their bathroom puking. OMG is this ever gonna quit!? The nurse finally came and got me put me in a room and asked me all kinds of questions. I answered then told her about me not keeping the stuff down and that I had a bad headache. She thought the procedure could still be done. SO they took me back. During the procedure they kept telling me to look. I tried to watch as much as possible but I kept falling asleep. Finally I was done and she pronounced me A-OK. I didn't need to come back for 5 years.
I got home and slept some around noon I woke up enough to eat a bowl of cereal and take my regular pills, I still had a bad headache so I took the new pill that the doctor wanted me to try. Well that didn't last long almost as soon as I took it I was back in bathroom puking again! About 1:30pm I texted daughter and told her to come get me and take me to the ER.

We got to the ER around 2:30 and I had to wait almost 2 hours in waiting room. When they finally came in to see me they got all information of what I did that day and the doctor said yes the colonoscopy can throw your system off and cause a headache, and because I suffer from Migraines that just made it worse. So they said they would set me up with same 4 combination as last time. I waited another 50 mins before they got to me to give me drugs then almost another 2 hours before I got let go to go home. I left the hospital somewhere after 7pm. Poor Mr Gab was trying to get sleep to go to work last night. and here he had to watch the boys. Well all except the baby. Daughter had him with. He did ok till about the last 2 hours then he got really loud and cranky. But by then I was pretty out of it.

Today I just couldn't seem to wake up. I tried to get up several times but my eyes were so heavy that I just fell back to sleep. I don't remember waking up oldest grandson and asking him to feed the cats for me. I barely remember daughter dropping off youngest two boys. And I don't even have a clue when Mr Gab took second oldest grandson to school and did he leave youngest two with me? Good question cause I don't know.

Now tonight I was talking to cousin to learn another cousin had passed away tonight at about 7pm Calif time. I hardly know him but yet it hit like a ton of bricks, and I cried. Another family member passed because of cancer.

Ive known for years that our family has a long history of cancer and that it runs highly Strong in our family which is why I get the colonoscopy done when needed and I do pretty much do the mammograms because I know these are the main two for most of the family! I try to stay one step ahead if possible. Cause if I'm gonna get it I want to know asap so hopefully they can do something about it before it gets too bad. I know though that if I'm gonna die I'm gonna die but if there is a chance of putting that off I wanna do it.

So there you have it. I have one more test and thats just a sleep test to see if I have sleep apnea.
So good news is so far all my tests have come back normal. Whew load off my chest!

OMG The Pain of it all.

Well, for quite awhile I've been having several teeth bothering me. But Weds night it started to really get annoying. Thursday I had a meeting for my handicapped sister (her annual 6 months report) When I got up Thursday morning the first thing I noticed was that my mouth hurt so badly that I wasn't sure where or what tooth was hurting. So after taking my shower and getting ready to go I grabbed the number for the dentist office. I used my cell as I was running out the door. Now mind you just about everyone in our family has been to this dentist office but me. (we didn't like the last one so we just didn't return) Our daughter had gone there first from a recommendation of her girlfriend who also works with her. She had also taken 3 of the 4 boys there. Then Mr Gab needed to go so daughter said try this dentist. So I called and made an appointment for Mr Gab. Couple weeks ago youngest son text ed me complaining about his teeth hurting. He didn't have a dentist so I said use ours. He asked me to call. SO I did, I set him up for his appointment. So finally on Thursday it was my turn. I told them I was heading out right that minute for my meeting and I wasn't sure when Id be home so I wanted it for Monday. Well she asked me how bad was it? OMG ARE YOU KIDDING? You really have to understand me. I HATE DENTIST! And will do anything to avoid going. Even if it means my teeth not looking their whitest, or hurting so bad that I gotta go no matter what. I had a very bad experience when I was a teen. The dentist had two files on his counter and he "glanced" at one thinking that it was mine and pulled a tooth that didn't need to be pulled and he had not given me Novocaine, because that person didn't like Novocaine used. So right then I disliked dentist no matter how good they really were.
Anyways the last dentist I went to said that at least tooth was gonna need a root canal done, so I kinda knew that I would probably need it done sooner or later. As it turned out the dentist had an opening at 2:30 that afternoon so if I got back in time I was to come in. Well, I was back in plenty of time.
And yes I needed a root canal done. And did I have time to have it done? Well DUH! I HURT! So he set me up to do it right then and there. BUT and oh do I mean but he got started and first thing he said was WTH. I'm pretty sure he was thinking WTF but you know he was being polite. I sat there wondering what was wrong. He kept going and every now and again he would mumble something. Finally after awhile he said we were done with everything but the build up for the crown. While I was waiting he finally informed me that when he started the top of the gum was black and kinda hard to work on. But once he got by the black it opened up and went easier the rest of the way. He said the cause of the black must have been the last dentist I went to must have started a root canal but stopped for some reason. Then he also told me that I had infection deep in the bone. (DAMN NO WONDER IT HURT). I don't remember the last dentist starting a root canal but I know he opened that tooth and put in medication as it was infected.
As of today it still hurts as badly as it did before he started. But Mr Gab told me it would be Monday before I didn't hurt. I am taking the pain pills and the antibiotics and once in awhile a tear or two rolls down my cheeks but other wise I'm hanging in.

I've finally did it!

Yes after all this time I've finally did it! I've started writing a book. I've already gotten the title, the dedication page and the first chapter done. But the first chapter was about 4 pages long double spaced. SO what do I do? Single space? Write more words? Well, I set it aside for a day and decided to not actually set any thing into chapters as of yet. I'm just gonna put the words down. If and when I do try to publish it I will then figure out where chapters should be. But as for now I'm busy putting words down. (this is where one would normally say down on paper, but I am using my computer as my hand writing is getting so bad what with the arthritis and I never did have great penmanship.) Not only that but I can use spell check! Then I know for sure that what I want to convey will be correct. I've choosen a subject that I know alot about. At first I wanted to write a western romance book, but then thought I know more about cats than I do about romance.(well,ok not really) So I thought that I would pull all the years of experance of owning cats and put it into a book. I will have "tales" "training" and memories all put down on computer disc and then one day I may turn it into a book.
So be watching the next thing I may tell you is that my book has been published!

OWIE the pain.

So I got the first two of the four tests done today. The first was quite simple it was a bone density test. That consisted of mainly like an x-ray scan. The second hurt like hell, because it was the mammogram test. NOW listen here. I just don't understand why woman have breast implants and then have to have them squished my that horrible machine. I didn't have implants but dang I'm not small by no means and damn it all it hurt!!!!! So why would you do that? What I'd like to tell these woman before they have the implants put in is this. Go have a mammogram done while you have small breasts. Now how much did that hurt? Not much? Ok now just imagine that pain times 1000.....much more painful. Would you still want those implants? I know you think that having big breasts will make you more popular (honey in a way you really don't wanna be) But the pain when you have such large breasts isn't worth it. Put your money to better use. Buy a car, guys love woman who have nice fancy sports cars! But dont invest in bigger boobs! Take it from someone whose boobs grew too big, keep the smaller ones. You wont have back and shoulder pain from your bra straps cutting into you or your back trying to hold your breast upright. And smaller boobs dont look like they are hanging around your knees either I highly doubt that small breast even sag much! And the best part about smaller boobs, Alot of times you dont need a bra and you still look sexy in just about any top you wear. Where bigger boobs seem to pop out all over the place where you really dont want them to be!

Its Official

Mr Gab has put in two week notice at one of his jobs. Now mind you things will be rough for awhile and I may or may not loose the internet, but either way I'm all for him dropping one of his jobs. Why? Well the poor man was so tired lately that he was making BIG mistakes. I was starting to worry about him falling asleep at the wheel, having a stroke or even a heart attack because he really was working way way to many hours. He hasnt yet filled out the appication for the tanker job yet. But he tells me he's gonna. He has also told me he has given up on this house. He no longer cares if we save it or not. But he really doesnt want to go back to SD yet either. He says we should stay here at least until my dad passes. I'm like yeah sure ok, but if he's here another 10 years or so I'm gonna be mad! (no just kidding) I do want to move to Florida and I'd like to do it yet this year. But I understand that if we did and he passed we might not have the money to come back and then I'd feel bad and probably take it out on him and blah blah blah.
He was talking of buying a foreclosed house out close to dad, now he's talking rent an apartment till we know what we really want to do. (did I or did I not say I want to move to FL?)
Aw well.
Ive missed some birthdays.....
My nephew for one. I was at my sisters house on the Friday before his birthday and spent some time with them. But his birthday was actually Easter Sunday. And I forgot.
So B hun this is for you.........................

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR B
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOOO YOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU!
and many more.

and if Ive missed your birthday as well Im sorry Happy belated Birthday to you as well. Hugs everyone.

Again Jumping for joy

Singing in the rain oh singing in the rain...........Yeah I've done that one before. Remember?
In the last two weeks Ive been to the doctors twice. The week before last I went to see the RA doctor. They told me again that I've lost another 10lbs. WHOOOHOOOO!
Then I went this week to meet a new Doctor cause my last GP quit and went to teach grade school kids!
I again got on scale and WOW Ive lost another 3 lbs in just one week. But see it comes and goes. Not really like I loose some gain it back and loose again. I loose then I don't do anything then I loose again. Don't have a clue to what I'm doing but Hey I'll take it!!!!!

But this Doc was very good at asking all the right questions. So Two things happened!

1) this doc ordered a **** load of tests to be done( Blushing) Mammogram, sleep test,Bone density test, Colonoscopy.
She took blood while I was there and urine sample and she is testing liver,thyroid,diabetes and who knows what else.

2) I had also just gone into the hospital last Sunday afternoon because I had a migraine on Saturday that came on quickly and I had used two of my prescribed pills and it didn't do a damn thing for me so by Sunday I gave up and went in. They put in a IV. and then gave me Toradol,Benadryl,compazine,morphine. WHOOOO was I flying! But by the time I actually left (after a 2 hour wait in the waiting room) I had no headache!
So I told the doctor this and she asked me if I had a reaction to the Toradol and I said no. So she said lets give you imitrex which is a generic of Toradol and see if that works better on your headaches!
My sister already takes this stuff and just about swears by it. Funny for as long as I've had headaches you'd have thought they would have tried this stuff on me already! But nooooo they don't but my sister gets put on it almost right away when she started to have migraines!

Ah well! At least this doctor has done a complete job of checking me out. Yes I do know she kinda had to cause it was my first time seeing her, but most of the information is on the computer there at the clinic.

So now to get through each test! Wish me luck

Stupid MAN

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JCBeQn2N9Js


Ok no matter how many times I use the add link it still wont let me do it right.....so with that in mind please paste and copy and go see what the heck you think of this stupid video.

In a Whirl

Sorry Ive been gone so long but stuff has been happening here and my live has been hectic. Yeah I have spent more time on Facebook than here but it was because of a game they call "Hatchlings". But lately the game has gotten boring. It would take too long to tell you why so lets just leave it at that.

My girlfriend from high school has written a book and has had it published. You can find it at Barnes and Noble. The title : Time for Reflection and Healing.
I dont want to give anything away but its mainly about a girl who was abused. Its a very good book. One that of course that got me thinking about my own childhood. Which of course is one of the reasons why Ive been so up and abouts in the air.

Yesterday was my dad's 90th birthday. I went there to celebrate and now Im more up and abouts. My sister is in charge of dad but right now Im thinking neither of us are doing right by dad.

Today is my daughter's Birthday. Happy Birthday T. Love ya.