Monthly Archives: July 2009

Shhh, I’m trying to watch the movie


     We had temperatures in the 90’s and plenty of humidity.  It was a good day to go to a movie.  My neighbor and I went to see the Harry Potter movie.  I loaded my purse with cough drops so I could sit through it without driving everyone crazy by coughing during the show.

     I needn’t have worried about that.  There were three young gals seated off to our right, across the aisle, and back two rows, whose mother’s had never taught them proper manners.  Through the entire movie, we heard them chewing their pop corn, candy and slurping their drinks.  My mother always told us to chew our food with our mouths closed I guess theirs never did. 

     There’s nothing like listening to dialogue punctuated with, “Chomp, chomp, chomp.  Sluuuurp.”  Mind you, I said they were across the aisle and two rows back.  My neighbor and I were both wishing for a mute button.  Then there was their stage whispered argument that almost made me throw a few cough drops at them.

     How was the movie?  I liked it even with the extra sound effects.

Where were my manners?


     Dear Hubby was trying to get an electric cart unplugged at the grocery store today so he could do some shopping with me.  A very rude man pushed past him and almost knocked him over.  I have to admit it now; I did stick my foot out and trip the man.

     I grabbed his arm to help balance him.  “My goodness!  Are you okay sir?  You sure did take a nice trip there.”

     He shook my hand off his arm.  “I’m fine.  Must’ve tripped on the edge of the rug.”

     “Yes that can happen when you’re in a hurry.”

     He rushed away.

     I shrugged at DH and said, “I don’t know what his problem was Hon.  It seems that lately my manners have become appalling.  He mustn’t have wanted my help.

     Dear Hubby drove past me and said, “You don’t fool me, I saw what you did.”

     “He didn’t.  And he quite deserved it.”

     DH grinned.  “You’re right he did.  Let’s see, we want the bread aisle, right?”

The weeds and frogs didn’t miss me


     It’s hot, humid, and miserable outside.  I can’t go out to weed the garden because when I go outside I can’t breathe.  All I do is cough up my lungs.  The weeds don’t mind, they are gleefully invading every area I didn’t get to mulch.  (This is most of the gardens.) 

     My neighbor’s son gave us a half truck load of lovely mulch before I went on my road trip.  He dumped it in the middle back section of our driveway.  I’m dying to get that black gold into the gardens.  Maybe next week when I’m fully recuperated and have enough energy to get at the weeds.

     Our bullfrogs haven’t minded that I’m seldom outside lately.  In fact, they’ve become quite bold.  Tonight there were two close to the back porch steps catching bugs under the light.  It was a shame I had to take the dogs out and in doing so scare them.  However, it was funny to watch them scurry for the pond and leap into it.

Maybe I should get a clue.


     I tried to write today but my over medicated brain refused to work.  All it wanted to do was take a nap, or two, or three.  I thought perhaps I’d do some bead work but my over medicated brain fell asleep and only woke when my nose hit my bead board. 

     I sat in front of the TV, closed my eyes, and I didn’t go to sleep.  Yet when I got up and tried to write again my eyes grew tired and kept slamming shut.  I crawled back into my lounge chair.  This time I snoozed. 

     Dear Hubby kept telling me to quite fighting it and “for heaven’s sake, rest.” 

     “But I haven’t decided what we’re having for dinner.”

     “Don’t worry about it.”

     However, I do worry about it.  I see him having trouble getting around, and right then he looked so tired.  I made a deal with him.  If he’d go take a nap and I’d try to snooze a bit before dinner.  He did and so I did.

I wish I could read my notes…


     I may have written some brilliant stuff this past week.  I have a notebook jam-packed with handwritten notes.  However, now there is the problem of deciphering all that chicken scratch and turning it into something eloquent.  That’s not going to happen soon since I’m still under the influence, which could explain the tons of chicken scratch notes.

     Perhaps I can locate a chicken scratch interpreter.  Then again, maybe I don’t want to know what it says.  This all goes back to the post the other day and that wondrous word ‘gibberish.’  What I wrote in that chicken scratch could be nothing but gibberish. 

     Once my head clears, once I can breathe again, I will try to sit down and puzzle out what I wrote in this notebook.  You never know, it could be brilliant.

Since I’m still under the weather…


     I’m only just getting around to posting, we had some thunderstorms last night and I actually went to bed at a normal people time. 

     I thought I’d pass along a few bad puns so you all can moan and groan with me.

      Two cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other: “Does this taste funny to you?”

      Deja Moo: The feeling that you’ve heard this bull before.

     I went to a seafood disco last week… and pulled a mussel.

     What do you call a fish with no eyes?     A fsh.

     Two fish swim into a concrete wall. The one turns to the other and says, “Dam!”
(They weren’t fish they were fsh.  Fish would’ve missed the dam.)

     A dwarf, who was a mystic, escaped from jail. The call went out that there was a small medium at large.

Will those horse pills ever be gone?


     I swear that bottle of antibiotic, horse pill/capsules hasn’t seemed to go down.  I even went so far as to count them today just to be sure they were.  These things are huge.  Heck, I think they’d choke a horse.  (Dave, they are 500 mg Cefadroxil.  Dave is not only a mystery writer but he’s a retired pharmacist.)  I’m so very glad I only have to take one every twelve hours.  They aren’t what are kicking my ass though, it’s the cough medicine that’s doing that.

     I won’t be writing this for long because I took some of that cough medicine a few minutes ago.  Just call me wheezy woozy.  Hmm, the label says, don’t drink alcohol with this stuff—um, no kidding you did that and you’d be passed out within two steps.  Don’t drive a car or operate heavy machinery while taking this—another word to the wise.  Take this stuff, try to drive, and you’ll be playing bumper cars.  As for operating heavy machinery—I don’t do that anyway, so you people are all quite safe.  Now it’s time to say good bye to all our company…The eyelids are slamming shut.  Have a good day.  Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

I should sleep like this more often


Holy Mickey Finn, Batman!  I have no idea where the day went but it went without me.  Here we go loop de loooo-oh boy.  Dear Hubby told me that I even dropped off to sleep in mid sentence more than once today.  I don’t care as long as this stuff works and clears the itises out.  At least I can talk now without feeling as though my throat is full of razor wire.

Now if I can only stay awake long enough toooozzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…..Er where was I?  Oh yes, if only I can stay awake long enough to post this.

Need ten days of sleep?


     I now know why the doctor asked me if I needed a note for work.  Holy crap, these meds knock me ass over tin cups.  I struggle to keep my eyes open for more than five minutes.  I have nine more days to go on them. 

     Let’s see, that could mean nine days of sporadic and silly posts.  It could mean nine days of gibberish.  Gee, I like that word.  Gibberish, it sounds more interesting than rubbish or twaddle.

     You would think that with all the wonderful fresh vegetables and fruits my family plied me with while I was up there visiting that I’d have been bursting at the seams with great health.  There’s nothing like fresh cauliflower, carrots, zucchini, watermelon, red raspberries, and blueberries freshly picked.  I picked a quart of blueberries Sunday afternoon, packed it in the back of the van, and one of the cousins stashed a couple of large zucchinis in there too.

     Now, I’m going to go back to sleep.

I spent my anniversary in the doctor’s office


     Here it was, our 36th wedding anniversary and what did we do?  Nothing.  I was too sick to do anything other than sleep.

     I should’ve called and made an appointment to see the doctor.  I had no idea it would be so busy there today.  I sat in the waiting room for two hours, which is the longest I’ve ever had to wait as a walk in.  I was quickly diagnosed with pharyingitis, laryngitis, and bronchitis.  Oh joy. 

     The nurse came in and gave me a shot.  I was handed two prescriptions and sent on my merry way.  Truly not so merry since I’m feeling miserable.  Dear Hubby is a doll he kept getting me things to drink when I’d become conscious.  The cough medicine and the antibiotic are both taken once every twelve hours.  They are kicking my ass. 

     They told me if don’t feel better in three days I should go back.  As it is, I feel as though there’s an elephant on my chest and I have a throat full of feathers.  They are tickling me into coughing fits.

     We will celebrate our anniversary AFTER I get through this nasty crap.

I’m home

     I made it home safe and sound.  However, I’m exhausted and somewhere, somehow, picked up some sort of nasty bug and by this afternoon I was feeling quite poorly.

     The wedding was beautiful.  I was able to snap a lot of pictures before my camera’s battery gave up the ghost.  I’m buying another battery pack or two so I always have a charged battery ready.  I saw so many shots I would’ve snapped had the camera been working that I was about ready to toss the darned thing under the wheels of some passing combine…

    Yeah, it’s farm country up there.   They did a tremondous amount of work on Grandpa’s farm to get it up to par.  Everything from tearing down the old kennels/chicken coops, the ancient barn, that for as many years as I can remember, has been ready to drop down onto its foundation,  to clearing the years of overgrowth in the never used side yard and planting grass there.

     I couldn’t be more delighted than I am now, knowing that my cousin and his new bride will settle in there.

Taking a break for the ROADTRIP!


     The suitcase is packed, the car will be loaded tomorrow, and then I’ll be on my way.  In the meantime, I hope you all have a good time while I’m gone.  I’ll post when I get home. 

     Dear Hubby is in charge of the house and dogs while I’m gone—I hope to heaven the dogs behave for him.  They can be a handful when I’m not around.  (When the alpha dog’s away…and all that.)  Hey, I even have an ‘Alpha Dog’ T-shirt and DH bought it for me.

     I’ve left DH a list—it’s not long, just reminders as to what to do with the dog’s water, the fish, and to remember to water the potted vegetable garden and the flowers in the pots on the front porch every afternoon once the sun is off them.  I know him, without a list he’d forget to water the plants.  He wouldn’t add the cider vinegar to the dog’s water, which, by the way, has cleared up Gavin’s chronic ear infection.  So we don’t want to stop doing that do we?  He’d also ignore the fish and they’d have to live on algae—they would not be pleased.