Squeeze and Roll

"Squeeze and Roll"

"I think I can do that!"

It started with a hole-puncher

The papers to hole punch were stacked on top of my desk. I decided during a rousing game of scrabble that it was time to hole punch them and put them in their home, the binder.

I dug thru file cabinet drawer and found the hole puncher. I also found a plethora of items I thought I had lost. So then began the decent that began the almost seemingly never ending pile of crap that is my life.

I dug threw things and decided to reorganize, throw things away and dust. Now three hours later everything has a space and its place.

And all is well in the world.

Remind me again never to go looking for the hole puncher.

Someday I may get it right

Until then, just deal with it!

So I have to be in charge of C's medicine. Yep thats my job. One I simply do not like but one I have. I have to get his medications ready for him and time and time again I get asked the same questions....what's this one? and this one? and this one? and what about this one?

And time and time again I answer him.

Tonight I forgot to bring homw an important one. And I admit I did, but after the 6 or 7 calls from him during the day interupting me, I guess I forgot.

And he is quite mad at me. Thinks he is going to go crazy without it. But I try and try to explain it is in his blood stream for 30 hours....but he doesn't listen. So I get to hear about how I am horrible, I can't get anything right...yada yada.

Sigh

Someday I may get it right...

So the water guy came today...

Unfortunately the beginning of anything involving the water guy came today can not be the beginning of anything good.

Now either my house was leaking from somewhere and needed divine intervention or the man was at my home to turn what water I do use off. And of course anyone knowing the predictament I am in, would know that it was not the flood coming that made this man show up. Nope, no floods here. Not a water flood nor a money flood.

Damn the water man showed up. Damn Damn

I forgot, or I should say neglected, to pay the water bill for a couple...ok a few, months. And he was here to turn it off. He happened to catch C outside and said he was here to turn us off. But for a mere $150 he could keep us connected. Because yes I have tons and tons and wads and wads of money at my disposal...all sitting here in my magic box. I am hording it don't ya know?

So in a frantic state of mind C came barrelling in the door screaming about the water being turned off and quick he needed a check. Now before I go on, one must know my husband is NOT on the checking account (why is for another post all in itself). So here I am, lying in bed, half asleep....with just a nightshirt on, listening to a 34 year old man scream like a girl about how the water was being turned off and how he needed a check right at that moment.

Now another interjection....did I mention I had been sleeping? So what happens when you have been sleeping for 8 hours and you rush out of bed???? Thats right boys and girls, you have to pee. Suddenly the gates of the bladder are screaming to be unleashed...and thats when the pee dance starts.

So here I am, having to piss like a fucking race horse, my husband is screaming like a 12 year old girl, I can't find a fucking check in my checkbook, I start to rummage thru the secret place I keep my new checks (no I am not telling you), and I have to piss...did I mention that?


So how did your day start? better than mine?

Why?

Why is it that I do not have a nack for writing? Why is it that I can't get a thought out on paper without sounding like a complete and utter moron?

Here I am trying my hardest to come up with beginnings of a great penned story. I haven't written a single word. I have tons of thoughts, but nothing gets out onto the paper. It's beyond frustrating and utterly exausting. I have taken to keeping a little pad of paper with me. Just in case a thought comes to mind I can jot it down. That pad of paper? Empty. O no, there is the to-do list.

Think I could get it published?

Random Thoughts

I honestly hate allergies. They suck. I never had them until this year and for some unknown reason they decided this year to kick my ass.

My eyes itch beyond belief. I want to rip them from my head, throw them on the ground and stop on them! They hurt!!!!!!


If I have to watch one more rerun of American Idol Rewind I just may yack. Ryan Seacrest annoys me to no end. I have no idea why, but he is just plain annoying.

I have seriously way way too much to do right now. Tons to clean, little time, and lack of motivation is a glutten for punishment.

Lady is finally out of heat and I can take her to visit her Mama on Mothers Day. She is bringing her a milk bone :)

Chris' side effects from his medication seem to be at bay. Who knew Benadryl was used for other things besides allergies?

It's been awhile...

Yes it has, yes I know I have been gone. I have nothing to blog about. How sad is that? Honestly?