People, all that cooking and cooking and then eating and then dish-washing and then lack of sleep from too much daydreaming and writing my book has all taken its toll on me, and I can't seem to get my ass off the couch and back into my routine such as it is. Is anyone else suffering from an extended post-prandial malaise? What can we all do to get ourselves off the proverbial couch? Any suggestions? Anyone?
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I finally got off the couch and it was easy ... once I changed from Percoset to Motrin.
I'm making progress, dragging my broken ribs and all to the computer and finally typing something on my own.
I think I'm getting fragile with age.
I have been missing my blogging life and I'm ready to jump back in ... I think.
Practically Joe ... Practically well.
I worked Friday night, Sunday, and am at work right now. I may collapse when I get home this evening but currently I'm surviving.
I just pretended it was Friday and wore jeans to work today.
Hey, Joe, glad you are up and typing.
Hi Bob!
Wow, I love that third photo because I love art and beautiful fabric. Would she go with the gorgeous lamp (the Frenchman) in my foyer, of what!!!???
Joe, yikes. Hope you feel better soon. I know you're in agony. I didn't break my ribs but cracked them in college. A college friend came behind me and picked me up after a CAL football game because he was so excited. Oh my God that hurt for a very long time. I was all wrapped up pretty, like a little Christmas gift for days, but not for long. As you're aware, you can't keep the bandages on for an extended period. Ugh. I thought I was going to die. I can't imagine how much worse it feels to have them broken. I wish you the very, very best and remember, after a very, very long recovery period, you'll eventually be okay! Good luck!
The sofa. I'm still exhausted from the whole Thanksgiving day thing. Unfortunately I can't lounge on the sofa because I have the cats, the dog, the birds, the squirrels, the laundry, the ferals, the kittens I rescued, yard work, house work, awards to accept (Kylies!!!), errands, trips to the vet, blogs to follow, crap to type, finances to worry about, you name it, I got it. And I've done it all in the last 4 days with a freakin' migraine that will not go away. I wish I had time to sit down and relax. Perhaps I should just felcro the sofa to my ass and pretend I'm sitting on it.
Love you darlin'. Get your ass off that sofa and stop pretending your a lady of leisure. Jeeeezzzzzz.
XO ;)
Proverbial couch--I wasn't really on the couch, just in spirit--or was I--
Well, yesterday was a doozy of a day for me. I woke up at 9:30 and thought, I'm going to decorate the house for Christmas. Then I started looking at the house. What a mess. So I started cleaning I didn't stop until around 3 pm. Then I had to go save crazy neighbor from committing suicide, then I came home and put up the tree and decorated our fire place harth. Yep, it was a doozie of a day. By the way, does anyone want an eight month old Great Pyrianese? Yep crazy neighbor was carted away first to get her stomach pumped and then it's straight jacket and padded cell time for awhile. So I'm left taking care of two more dogs. I hate her you know it. I really really hate her. She is evil, evil, evil. Hey, Suze, the dogs are fine. They are well fed, watered, and they have a huge two story house to play in. I got there this evening to check on them and they had demolished a roll of toilet paper, several vhs tapes, and a pair of crazy neighbor's pajama bottoms. Boy is she going to have a mess to clean up when she get's home. Serves her right. Has anyone noticed that I'm pissed? I seriously think I need anger management. I mean who the hell in their right mind comes to your house and and hands you a folded up note and then asks you to wait an hour before you read it? Give me a break, do I look stupid? What's that, I look like a couple of mushrooms? Oh, that explains everything. What? Come again? Did you say crazy neighbor isn't in her right mind? Damn, I should have guessed that since I'm the one that named her Crazy neighbor." Anyway, I am venting to all of you because I know you care. Happy Freakin Holiday, Bitches.
How do you really feel Cece?
You vent, Cece baby! No holding back at the cafe! Did they really "take her away, ha ha, hee hee, ho ho, to the funny farm?" Did she tell them you would take care of the dogs so that they wouldn't send someone to get them? Did you get all the decorations up?
Yes Leah, I think you're literally attached to the sofa. You didn't notice?
Cece, honey, you're going to be okay. Inhale, exhale. Feel the relaxation in every part of your body. Feel that honey? Be one with it.
I was with Cece yesterday when she was going through and coming out of all this garbage. My only concern of course was the dogs. Hence the reference! Cece, you're doing a good job. Keep it up honey. Just try to imagine the stress they're under. It's no different than yours. Sounds as if she's not coming home as soon as you'd hoped. We'll put our heads together and figure it out. What do we do with the dogs? Lays down on paper bag and waits for the answer (it's an inside joke, only Cece will understand this stupidity!!!).
Cece, hang in there. We'll figure it out. Until then, just take good care of them and thanks for being such a good person. I love you you know. Honey, I talked to Gig last night. What a hoot. Yup, she's Giggie!!! God, are we all lucky, or what?!!! I'm laughing because I just can't believe we all have one another to lean on. It's brilliant.
Love you baby. Hold on. I'll call tomorrow if time permits. If not, Wednesday.
Love you do much,
Me!
Also love you "too" much. Good Lord!
can i complain too?
i'm shitty
it's coming up christmas, with the madness involved with that
my friends dont have time to spend time
i'm sick of living in the tip
i'm sick of cooking every night
i'm sick of being met with the question "whats for dinner?"
i'm sick of going to work every day
i'm sick of pretty much everything
why do the other women at work get nice new uniforms and i wear polo shirts like the men?
just cos i work with the men doesnt mean i want to look like on
then again, i dont want to be like those superior, judgemental women either
then theres the idiot who suggested that my husband would want a new gearbox in the outboard for christmas and immediately suggested that i would never allow that. as if i'm the biggest ever killjoy
and my husband doesnt bother to right the myth
and
and
and
oh yeah, i also love the dress in the last pic
Shit, Kyles, I got nothin' for ya. Except love and peace and happiness, all along the Watchtower...
Maybe the hubs don't want to crush the groove that is you?
All I know is there is nothing that makes you want to scream louder than walking in the front door after a day in purgatory (oh, wait, we abolished that) and having someone say, "What are we doing about dinner?"
Well, seeing that this is a bitch fest I have some bitchin' to do too. Let me start off on a positive note ~ God I love that dress too! Now for the bad stuff:
Well, I just deleted all of it. Why? I don't know? You know me, I'm the Delete Queen. Writing it sure made me feel a whole lot better though!!!
Dear Kill Joy,
Wish I could stop by and fix dinner for everyone, but that's a long flight and serious air fare. Honey, what's "living in the tip" mean? Oh, and you look great in a polo shirt (you still look like a woman to me!). Might I suggest you spend one day a week (perhaps Sunday) preparing all the meals for the week. Make BIG stuff, like lasagna, pasta sauce, casseroles, chili, etc. that the kids can easily heat themselves. Even pasta can be made in advance, then just dropped in a pot of hot water for a second or two and poof, dinner!!! You can arrive home and make a salad because kids need leafy greens. That's it. Also, have you ever considered buying a crock pot? I think it could simplify you life. I don't have one, but I bought a really great magazine with lots of crock pot recipes! Buy a crock pot and I'll share!!! ;) (Every time I type crock pot I start laughing. Why?) Also, consult with Cece. Her kids never stop eating. Trust me, I know! I think she buys a lot of frozen crap they just throw in the microwave. That'll probably work for you too. Oh, and most important, teach the kids to cook. Your burden will be lifted and they'll have a blast. Oh, also teach them to wash dishes and clean up. Every child should know the pain of washing dishes and cleaning up. It's like a freakin' right of passage.
Love you baby. Hang in there. This too shall pass.
XO Suze
Why does Megan always sound so sweet and look so cute. Megan, are you really Japanese?
Of course I'm laughing. ;)
i feel like i live in a 3 foot square box between the stove, the refrigerator, and the sink
all great ideas suze
i have a crock pot, you know? use it once a week or so....
i'll get through the dinner stuff, it's the rest that pisses me right off
oooh leah, another cross post ...
that would be an awfully small couch you have glued to your bum if it fits in a 3 foot square!
Leah,
Why are you up? I know why I'm up, but why are you up?
And you don't even have a dishwasher. Here honey, sit on the sofa for a minute while I fix us some tea. Have any scones sweetie? Isn't the fire beautiful? Don't get the sofa too close (isn't it convenient to have a sofa attached to your ass?). I don't know how you navigate the kitchen with the sofa. Really. I don't. Oh, Kylie's here, and so's Cece. I know you can't move over, but if you could make a little room for a bit more tush that would be nice. Okay, no scones, but I see some lemon drop cookies from England. Good for you. Oh dear lord, here comes Giggie. Mention Lemon Drops and it's over. Gig honey, these are just cookies.
Please help me.
XO
Good morning ladies! So nice to see other folks up too--wait, Suze, it's 4 a.m. your time! Oh well, you can drink some soothing tea and I'll have the cup of coffee--it's already brewing--and the fire is going nicely. I just have to get the crowbar to pry this thing offa my ass and then I can join you all on the Macy's sofa.
'morning Kylie (or night?)!
xo
night
10.55 pm
cece i just sawyour comment at randoms place and well, one more exposure to your neighbour made me decide i'd tell you about mine.
she ODs and the ambulance comes once or twice a year, doesnt usually involve us but one time i heard her come home with her live-in at the time.
shes shouting, then him , then we hear someone get hit.
next thing shes at the door wanting me to call the cops. hubby says dont get involved but i call the cops. her fella grabs his stuff and runs, never to be seen again.
i wait with her for the cops and when they get there she says she hit him first, the she starts telling the policeman that her cousin is a sergeant at some station......
i'm desperately trying to slide under the table......
Leah, can I have some coffee too. And honey, no need to pry the sofa off with a crowbar cuz we're sitting on it. We aren't on the Macy's sofa, we're on your sofa. Thanks for lighting the fire. God it feels good here.
Well another day begins. I almost think I should start by playing the hockey video from a few posts back!!! Seriously. That almost feels like my life every day!!!
Happy Tuesday beautiful.
Kylie and Cece,
Thank God I have the most beauiful neighbors on the planet.
Counts blessings.
XO
I have good neighbors too--very dignified and sporting. Also will take in my packages if I'm not home. Also watched my dog while I was in labor with Ella (go figure, we don't like to leave him home alone for more than a few hours!!!). Also made Ella a little bird's nest of vines and flowers for her treasure collection.
Here, Suze, hold out your mug--I'll pour coffee. Do you take milk and sugar?
To compound the problem, her crazy ass married boyfriend has started calling me. I was practically yelling at him on the phone here at work. And now, her car has been repossessed. Another thing to add to her Munchhouser's misery. Anyway, hubby has offically banned her from the house, and I have to say I agree. We have informed her that we will care for the dogs until Friday, but if she has not returned by then, I will be calling animal control. I hate her, I hate her, I hate her. Anyway, she will be out of my life FOREVER very soon. Because I am going to refuse to let her in. She has officially crossed the line. Yes, I have a line to cross. You can mooch off of me for a long time obviously, and I will show sympathy on you for at least 13 months or so, but eventually, you reach my limit, and then I snap, and I do nothing for you. I treat you like you are the scum of the earth, and I become the bitch from hell. Well, she is about to see that side of me. And yes, by dark brown eyes become black when I put on the Bitch from Hell face. Anyone else have things to vent about? The forum is open.
Whew! Some serious venting going on here today! I got nothing at the moment, except maybe that Bob hasn't answered his questions yet...
Thanks Leah, just coffee with a whole heck of a lot of milk (like a latte)and sure, I'd like it in a cereal bowl. It's nice to be here in your charming dining room enjoying the fire and friends. I met the neighbors. They're lovely, just like mine. We're lucky, lucky girls with great dogs!!!
Cece, why do animals have to suffer because parents are stupid? Please don't call Animal Control. Do me a favor and call a few rescue organizations. If you call the local SPCA they'll have a list of rescue organizations (or look in the yellow pages under Animal Rescue, or call PetSmart or Petco and talk to the manager. He or she will have a list). I ask only because I suspect your local SPCA isn't a no-kill shelter (most aren't). Please do this for me. Please. And honey, you have to relax. I don't want to see you become angry and bitter because I like you just the way you are, so I'm going to pretend your eyes aren't black and you haven't become the bitch from hell. You must remain calm and rational to get through this hiccup. Leah honey, can you get Cece a nice hot cup of coffee because apparently she isn't jacked up enough.
Megan, will you please marry Bob. I'll tell you why. Because I'm getting scared. When Cece and I were on the phone the other night she talked to Rob and when he put me back on she said "I had a dream that you married Bob and I married Rob." True story! I told Rob and he started to chuckle. Me, well my eyes just rolled back in my head. The woman's killin' me!
Love you all!
XO
P.S. Gotta go cook the last freakin' turkey. OKAY, NO MORE TURKEYS IN THIS HOUSE.
Was that supposed to be "turkies?" I don't know, but that looks worse. My brain is fried. I have no idea. Bend with me sistas.
Look at you, then look at David Bowie. If he was wearing your glasses the two of you would look remarkably similar. Have you ever noticed that?
Wait, me? I look like David Bowie? Best. compliment. ever. (at least I think it is...)
And I agree with you Suze on the dog issue. If at all possible. Jeez, I hate like hell to hear that Cece's crazy neighbor even owns dogs. Their lives must suck. And then to go to a crap shelter on top of that. It really stinks, Cece, that you have the responsibility, but ...well, maybe something good could come out of it for those dogs. Anyway, I wish I lived closer and I could foster them...
Now I've latched onto it--I hate to hear about any dog who has a life that doesn't involve free access to a cozy chair and the near-constant love of humans. I worry about dogs like Suze worries about her ferals (and I guess, Suze, you worry about dogs too, it's just it doesn't come up that much). I mean, I obsess over it.
Okay, I'll shut up.
Suz - I think you are scaring bob, too. :) :)
Leah - I'm with you. If a person decides to be responsible for an animal, better do it right!
Leah,
Well honey, I have a dog and wish I had more. T-Bone is the most amazing dog in the world. I don't talk about him much because I deal with so many kitties, but T-Bone is the best dog in the world. He transitions every single kitty to this house. He is a gentle, soulful dog and understands kitties and life. He arrived on our doorstep almost 8 years ago when we lived near the country club. It was a stunning neighborhood and T-Bone was a stunning puppy, all of about three months old. I found him on the front lawn eating my Keds. I'd never had a dog, so didn't know what to do, but our neighbors (the doctor and his nurse wife) had 6 Salukies and knew exactly what to do and helped me beyond measure. T-Bone is a very expensive dog (he's a rare African hunting dog in America, mixed with our vet thinks, Lab), so it didn't make sense he would end up on my lawn unless he had escaped his back yard. I posted fliers, but to no avail. His human never came forward. We've loved him for 8 years. He really is an amazing dog. I would love to adopt Cece's crazy neighbor's dogs, but the expense of getting them here is insane. What do you do? I hate people who don't care for their animals properly. It just breaks my heart. But believe it or not, I'm still considering it.
I'll post more about T-Bone. His name is from Seinfeld. George wanted his name to be T-Bone.
T-Bone--he's a handsome devil--and I love that Seinfeld episode!
Oh, he's handsome alright! I'll tell you a funny story. Every time that Seinfeld episode comes one T-Bone jumps up to watch the part where they all sit around the table and chant "T-Bone, T-Bone, T-Bone..." Rob and I just die. T-Bone actually thinks they're talking to him. Swear to God. I'm laughing just thinking about it.
Our first kitty, Newman, is named after Newman the mailman. His second name is Norman. I'm sure you know why. Remember when Newman went to the farm and fell for the farmers daughter and at the end, as Newman's leaving the farmer's daughter yells "Norman, I luuuuuuuuv yooooooooou." Our second kitty is The Maestro. We call him Maestro for short, but his birth certificate officially reads The Maestro. Remember Elaine and The Maestro. Dear Lord. Our third kitty is named Mickey after Mickey the midget and Rusty of course is named after that famous episode with Rusty the farting horse. Our Rusty isn't a farter, but that episode remains one of the most brilliant ever. Sweet Pea's nic name is also Puddy. I know. It's insane, but we have a lot of laughs around here.
Love you!
XO
I miss my cats right now. I wish I could have brought them to the new place with me.
I wonder if I could smuggle in a kitten without telling the landlord? Not that they aren't allowed, but the Pet Deposit is quite steep!
Megan,
Apt life sucks. That's how we met, isn't it. Over kitties. How funny. I hope yours are happy and well adjusted without you. That had to be hard for them (and you). What's the pet deposit? (Like a kittie's going to destroy and entire apartment!) Perhaps you can negotiate. Hang in there sweetie because I see you in Minnesota in 4 years!!!
XO
Blottie?
Are you still here? I have been seeing you EVERYWHERE!! Now remember I am in Michigan, not Kansas, oops, I mean Arkansas!! Dorothy and the Wizard are in Kansas. Cece is in Arkansas. *taps foot and sighs* Where is my email woman?!! I can not go shopping without the pic we discussed. I would hate for some things to not coordinate. I seem to recall that email is not your favorite thing,lol.
Ok, I am going to back to visiting all of our blogging buddies, just checked out Megans blog...really cool...gotta go back and say hi!
*reaches for "Lemon drop cookie", "could use a little more Absolute, but still is tasty", trips over bar stool...maybe shouldn't have taste tested all of them...*
word verification: chalk, wow, I must CHALK this comment up to waaayyyy tooo many LEMON DROPS!! Thanks, Blottie, (love ya, baby)
Giggie,
Oh my God. I've gotta go, but your comment is worthy of a reply! You kill me. I love you woman!!! "Here honey, have another lemon drop."
Well I've been hoping to email, but have you noticed how sofa styles have changed? Damn. I've Googled so many tuxedos I think I'm getting married. I can't find it. Trust me, not for lack of effort. Give me a few more days. I'll find that sucker!!! If not, I'll just take a photo of my piece of crap! Trust me, it isn't pretty.
Where you at girl? Kansas? Arkansas? Michigan? Too funny. It's good to laugh. I just came from Kylie's prayer blog and I'm crying. I'm having such a difficult time accepting what's happened at the park. My heart just feels broken and I can't seem to find my way. Laughing always helps. I try to think about where I'll be in a year. I'm confident I'll be in a better place. Right?
Love you and so glad we talked. I had a blast the other night.
XO
Hi Gig! Hope it's not too cold there. I know that's probably a stupid hope at this time of year...
Suz! Don't you dare shut down the Rose Cottage. I need you to be in charge of the flowers! ;)
Megan, Burying 10 kitties has nearly killed me. And that's the truth. You know I love all of you so much, but I'm in agony. I don't know where to put that much pain. Have any suggestions?
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