Well in two days it will be Thanksgiving. My favorite holiday of all time. We are going to have a cold one this time too. Seems like the past turkey days the kids have all been wearing shorts. I'm going to stay all night at Moms tomorrow and have a sleepover. We are going to clean and cook and maybe drink some vino and watch TV et all. I'm looking forward to it. We're having traditional turkey and dressing, mashed taters and gravy and lots of pie! yayyyy Last year we all went to Omaha and Katie, Mom, STeven and I went Black Friday Shopping. First and last time for me. I bought nothing present wise...but it was fun anyway. This year Katie will be working. She is on the radio from 6 am until noon on Thursday and Friday. Sucks.
Katie won't be back...again. When she left the building...she left the building! Depressing as hell really. Andrew will be back tomorrow...weather permitting. Of course Al is here but due to wrestling and weight loss pending he might not be enjoying the feast as much as usual. I love wrestling but I hate that he has to lose weight.
Well...I am thankful we are all in as good of health as we are and with as big a family as Mark has...that's saying a lot. Happy Turkey Day...gotta go...am fading fast.
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12:15 AM
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Really...I guess I usually do but tonight I'm just pissed off I'm awake. I went to bed at 10 pm...I know...unfreakingreal for me...but I've had a head ache for 3 days. I watched TV while I lay there, something about fossils from 500 bazillion years ago and was stunned to find out the show did not put me to sleep. I should have watched CNN or tried to play Word Scramble on Facebook...both of which are a guarantee to put me out like a tranquilizer. So here I am. Posting on this site that I don't ever post on anymore. Too much water under the bridge to catch up on everything. Not enough strength in the hands really. Here I am waiting to get sleepy, my head throbbing and I"m typing on this blog that is defunct...HA...just like me. My new nickname...DeFunct!
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1:48 AM
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So many things to talk about. So long since I last posted. The pressure is great to remember it all. In other words...don't hold yer breath! Once again I'm awake and not asleep and the itty bitty hands on the freaking clock keep turning away!! Too late to pop the 1/2 tab of a sleeping pill I have...to early to go to work OR to exercise. Yes I said exercise. I started that weirdness again. Just today. I almost barfed. P90X...about a year ago I did it for 45 days straight. All I remember about that is sweating alot and generally making the furniture rattle and things fall off the shelves...not pleasant. So you ask...why now...again...? Shoot I don't know. I am at my fattest and I feel like shit yet I love jelly beans and have not ONE FREAKING SHRED OF SELF CONTROL when I'm at the shop. When Connies is baking bread and there are donut balls laying around just waiting to be tapped into...I'm very very very weak people. I need to at least make a slight effort into "shaping up" ... I guess. Not sure why yet.. Sooo...I hope this is it.
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1:03 AM
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Not BP as in BP. BP as in bitch posse. Duh. I guess us old B's are going tubing down the Niobrara. LOL Whadda scene. I don't think I even own a swim suit anymore. Or shouldn't, I mean. My daughter just went last week and burned her bod into a dehydrated fire engine red crust. Can't wait. I'm going to bring a box of Ritz crackers and a box of wine for Toe Jeter. Last time we (BP) drank with her she passed out beside a Slat Asses Mothers pool on the grass and we stuffed her swim suit with Ritz crackers. She is just damn lucky we didn't have a camera nearby. I imagine she will be too scared to even drink this time.
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10:15 AM
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I haven't been feeling well lately. Just a slaggy kind of lazy with a bit of headache and eye ache and neck ache and humongous glands and etc. It's been about 6 weeks I guess. I even went to the Dr. which is a miracle for me. I'm supposed to go to an ENT next week. Guess there isn't much to worry about. My blood work was okay. No Lymphoma...that's what I was worried about. Now...who knows. My neck glands are still big...but better than they were. I've had several rounds of antibiotics and alot of meds. YUCK FREAKING YUCK! It's time to plant my garden I don't have time to be sick. It's time to graduate my boy in a few weeks. I don't have time for this. I don't have time for this.
anyway...so...in my spare time I'm teaching myself to crochet. I suck. I can barely make a chain. I did crochet some kind of wooly fuzzy crotch pocket thing. I guess if you have a little crotch anyway. I put the thing on our poodle dog as a kerchief and that looked fairly decent. So..if you need a nubby crotch pocket or a fuzzy dog kerchief let me know...I could send you one.
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9:21 PM
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