This is lame put everyone is going to hear about it. Tea and Wine. I hate tea and wine. Wine, there is a reason. Tea, none. I hate tea. All kinds. My entire life I have hated tea. I don't care if it is unsweetened, sweetened, flavored, unflavored, peach, mint, green, black. I hate tea. I also don't like people trying to tell me that it is good for you and maybe I should try it another way. Seriously, I have been known to spit tea all over the dash of a car and up the inside of the windshield when I accidently picked up the wrong drink. Wine, my hatred of wine goes back to college, specifically, WVU, freshman year, Margaret was my roommate. I have no idea why but I thought it was a good idea to drink warm, cherry Mad Dog before going to class. I kept this bottle in the top of my closet. Wine brings back bad memories of throwing up.......endlessly!!! Something I am not proud of but never the less the truth, so I do not drink wine. Soooo......, what brought all this up? Yesterday I was at Wynn Dixie and there was two shopping carts of clearance wine, 50 percent off, still good, just clearance. Anyway, these other female shoppers were going crazy over the clearance wine. I hate to miss out on a sale so I went over to the shopping carts by my check out to see what all the hubbub was about. These women knew wine, unlike me, who cares less. I told them that I knew nothing about wine and didn't drink it. They looked at me like I was either ultra religious, a recovering alcoholic or totally uncultured. I didn't want to get into WVU, Mad Dog and the 70's so I just acted pathetic and they showed me a good bottle to buy. Sweet, white. I gave it away
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Thursday, September 15, 2016
My mini vacation.......sick dogs, Summmersville police office, A tropical storm, broken AC, etc.
So Jim said, "Let's make a quick trip to Florida. "Great!" I said. So Sunday morning, after a day at the gun bash, off we go. I decided to take the dogs and save some money on kenneling. My dogs are never sick. Well, not until Sunday. A short time into the trip, Hickory started making this coughing, wheezing sound with heavy breathing and panting. I knew something was wrong and my first thought was that he was having a heart attack. Jim's response was, "Maybe he has asthma." Seriously, asthma. A dog doesn't just wake up with asthma. Clearing, he was possibly having a heart attack. Within a few more minutes, Jim started gagging. He informed me that the car smelled terrible. I honestly didn't notice it. Being the dutiful person, that I am, I told him to pull over when it was good and that I would check Hickory and the source of the smell.
I didn't dream that he would pull off the side of road on Rt. 119 headed toward Summersville. Highway 119, Capital City of we will give you a ticket for breathing!! Jim whips the car off the road and I hurry over to the other side of the car to check Hickory. Hickory is throwing up white foaming vomit. I had found the source of the smell. About this time, Jim decided to take advantage of the stop to go to the bathroom, where there is no bathroom. I walk to the other side of the car to get the nuts I dropped on the floor earlier out of the car. Jim also hates anything on the floor of the car.
So to set the scene, I am picking up mixed nuts off the floor mat, Jim is peeing between to opened doors and I am mentally trying to figure out what is wrong with Hickory and what to do. Floating around in my own world, I didn't realize for a few moments that Jim was talking to a police officer. When I did, I just got in the car and kept my mouth shut. I did not want to end up in jail in Summersville, WV.
After a few minutes, Jim got back into the car. I turned to him and said "What was that about?" Jim said, "He wanted to why we were pulled off the road." Ï told him that we had a sick dog." ÖK", I said. Jim continued... "He also told me, "You took a piss, also". "Yes officer, I took a piss" Seriously he said piss, not pee, urinate, something more refined. "I think you are missing the point," Jim said. One more thing to add to the long list of things not to do on RT. 119 heading through Summersville, WV on an early late summer, Sunday morning.
Now at this point, you think what else can go wrong. It didn't take long. After the brief conversation between Jim and I, he exclaimed, "Did you step in dog shit?" I checked my flip flops. "No!", I reassured him. "I checked Hickory, picked up the mixed nuts that I dropped and got back into the car." So Jim started again with the gagging and "I am going to throw up!" "Can't you smell anything?" I am thinking, for the love of God, I am just happy you are not sitting in jail in Summersville, WV for peeing along side the road, while Hickory was throwing up foaming vomit.
Back to driving, for a very short time period, Jim starts again..."I am going to throw up, It smells like shit in here, which it did, but hey, I teach school, I am use to nasty smells. Jim jerks the car into a strip mall parking lot. He gets Hickory out, who instantly starts having diarrhea all over the parking lot. Jim starts gagging and coughing, grabs Addie and Hickory and starts walking across the parking lot to a grassy spot by the guard rails at the far end, leaving me to clean out the car.
I quickly find the source of the SMELL! Addie is also sick. Her side of the car has diarrhea. Thank God, for some reason, basically trying to prevent Hickory hair from embedding itself all over the car, which Jim also hates, I had triple layered the back seat area with sheets and towels. I quickly gather up the sheets and blanket, carefully rolling it all together and wandered across the parking lot to a dumpster to dispose of the mess, hoping that this is not against the law in Summersville, WV.
As I walk back to the car, I see Jim, yards away from the car, sitting on a guard rail with Hickory and Addie in tow, thinking to myself this is going to be a hell of a long drive to Florida. I continue straitening out the car and trying to decide what to do, when out of the corner of my eye, I see a Dollar Tree. Plastic table cloths, towels, 3 car air fresheners (new car scent), and one of those liquid ball smelly lavender containers, Jim a pack of gum later, we are all back in the car. TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I didn't dream that he would pull off the side of road on Rt. 119 headed toward Summersville. Highway 119, Capital City of we will give you a ticket for breathing!! Jim whips the car off the road and I hurry over to the other side of the car to check Hickory. Hickory is throwing up white foaming vomit. I had found the source of the smell. About this time, Jim decided to take advantage of the stop to go to the bathroom, where there is no bathroom. I walk to the other side of the car to get the nuts I dropped on the floor earlier out of the car. Jim also hates anything on the floor of the car.
So to set the scene, I am picking up mixed nuts off the floor mat, Jim is peeing between to opened doors and I am mentally trying to figure out what is wrong with Hickory and what to do. Floating around in my own world, I didn't realize for a few moments that Jim was talking to a police officer. When I did, I just got in the car and kept my mouth shut. I did not want to end up in jail in Summersville, WV.
After a few minutes, Jim got back into the car. I turned to him and said "What was that about?" Jim said, "He wanted to why we were pulled off the road." Ï told him that we had a sick dog." ÖK", I said. Jim continued... "He also told me, "You took a piss, also". "Yes officer, I took a piss" Seriously he said piss, not pee, urinate, something more refined. "I think you are missing the point," Jim said. One more thing to add to the long list of things not to do on RT. 119 heading through Summersville, WV on an early late summer, Sunday morning.
Now at this point, you think what else can go wrong. It didn't take long. After the brief conversation between Jim and I, he exclaimed, "Did you step in dog shit?" I checked my flip flops. "No!", I reassured him. "I checked Hickory, picked up the mixed nuts that I dropped and got back into the car." So Jim started again with the gagging and "I am going to throw up!" "Can't you smell anything?" I am thinking, for the love of God, I am just happy you are not sitting in jail in Summersville, WV for peeing along side the road, while Hickory was throwing up foaming vomit.
Back to driving, for a very short time period, Jim starts again..."I am going to throw up, It smells like shit in here, which it did, but hey, I teach school, I am use to nasty smells. Jim jerks the car into a strip mall parking lot. He gets Hickory out, who instantly starts having diarrhea all over the parking lot. Jim starts gagging and coughing, grabs Addie and Hickory and starts walking across the parking lot to a grassy spot by the guard rails at the far end, leaving me to clean out the car.
I quickly find the source of the SMELL! Addie is also sick. Her side of the car has diarrhea. Thank God, for some reason, basically trying to prevent Hickory hair from embedding itself all over the car, which Jim also hates, I had triple layered the back seat area with sheets and towels. I quickly gather up the sheets and blanket, carefully rolling it all together and wandered across the parking lot to a dumpster to dispose of the mess, hoping that this is not against the law in Summersville, WV.
As I walk back to the car, I see Jim, yards away from the car, sitting on a guard rail with Hickory and Addie in tow, thinking to myself this is going to be a hell of a long drive to Florida. I continue straitening out the car and trying to decide what to do, when out of the corner of my eye, I see a Dollar Tree. Plastic table cloths, towels, 3 car air fresheners (new car scent), and one of those liquid ball smelly lavender containers, Jim a pack of gum later, we are all back in the car. TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Where I left off .......
After another inquiry today about my blogging, I decided well maybe it is time to ....go for it. Basically, the dogs, Jim and everyone else is kind of tired of listening to me and my opinions, ideas and rants so maybe it is time for a new audience. I am not really tired tonight. I am not sure why and I am not really worried or upset about anything so decided I would write. First, I had to find my blog and figure out how to get into it, make a new password, and then figure out how to use it again. 4 hours later. Just kidding.
I subbed 1/2 day today. 5 minutes at school and I asked myself how I have done this for over 30 years. Mr. Pell greeted me with ... "I thought you went to Florida." "No, not yet." I tried to explain to him that I am sure we bonded last year and that I am sure that he has missed me . Autumn at the point asked me what I had been drinking?????
So back to me. Have you ever wanted to be two places at one time? Right now I kind of need to still be in WV to complete tasks but I really want to be in Florida. The older I get I don't like doing tasks, let alone completing them. Jim accuses me of not completing anything. Honestly, I get side tracked a lot. Then I need a snack, then a nap, then I check to see if Margaret is out of bed.
I actually did something with my hair and make-up today. Folks at school thought I had a new health plan or something. No, just combed my hair. The kids asked me if I cut and colored my hair. Yes, by the way I did. I don't know if this is good or bad but I don't really care much any more if I accomplish much. I use to have lists upon lists, daily lists, weekly lists, monthly lists, check off lists, decorating lists, school lists, Christmas card lists. Now, I take naps and clean right before Jim comes home.
I also hang out with the animals, facebook, think about what I should be doing, talk to Jim on the phone, and make myself something to eat. I usually talk to Margaret each day and message family and friends. I actually slept hours this summer. Maybe making up for lost sleep the last few years, getting older or just plain lazy and does it really matter????
I just thought of something that I am into...... The Walking Dead. I actually spend time thinking about how to escape zombies, hide from them and fortress your house from them. Pathetic, I know but I actually do this. Why???? I have no idea. I guess I am just into the show that much. Jim got me hooked so it is kind of his fault. One really snowy weekend we watched episode, after episode. I was hooked.
So I feel asleep writing this blog last night. So now it is the next morning and I will soon have to start my daily routine of taking the dogs out, feeding the dogs and cats and planning out my day, which is pretty simple, see above. Honestly, what I spend hours doing is moving stuff from one place to another. I am not just moving stuff around the house but from house to house, up the street, across the street, from Florida to Rowlesburg, Rowlesburg to Florida. I have way to much stuff because my family has handed down way to much stuff to me, and my parents kept everything. OK, I keep lots of stuff too, but it is probably in my DNA. So today is another day of going through stuff and trying to decide what to do with it or where to put it. I need to simplify, scale back, down size, and basically just get rid of shit. Actually, most of us need to do that in all areas of our lives, you know, just let shit go.
I subbed 1/2 day today. 5 minutes at school and I asked myself how I have done this for over 30 years. Mr. Pell greeted me with ... "I thought you went to Florida." "No, not yet." I tried to explain to him that I am sure we bonded last year and that I am sure that he has missed me . Autumn at the point asked me what I had been drinking?????
So back to me. Have you ever wanted to be two places at one time? Right now I kind of need to still be in WV to complete tasks but I really want to be in Florida. The older I get I don't like doing tasks, let alone completing them. Jim accuses me of not completing anything. Honestly, I get side tracked a lot. Then I need a snack, then a nap, then I check to see if Margaret is out of bed.
I actually did something with my hair and make-up today. Folks at school thought I had a new health plan or something. No, just combed my hair. The kids asked me if I cut and colored my hair. Yes, by the way I did. I don't know if this is good or bad but I don't really care much any more if I accomplish much. I use to have lists upon lists, daily lists, weekly lists, monthly lists, check off lists, decorating lists, school lists, Christmas card lists. Now, I take naps and clean right before Jim comes home.
I also hang out with the animals, facebook, think about what I should be doing, talk to Jim on the phone, and make myself something to eat. I usually talk to Margaret each day and message family and friends. I actually slept hours this summer. Maybe making up for lost sleep the last few years, getting older or just plain lazy and does it really matter????
I just thought of something that I am into...... The Walking Dead. I actually spend time thinking about how to escape zombies, hide from them and fortress your house from them. Pathetic, I know but I actually do this. Why???? I have no idea. I guess I am just into the show that much. Jim got me hooked so it is kind of his fault. One really snowy weekend we watched episode, after episode. I was hooked.
So I feel asleep writing this blog last night. So now it is the next morning and I will soon have to start my daily routine of taking the dogs out, feeding the dogs and cats and planning out my day, which is pretty simple, see above. Honestly, what I spend hours doing is moving stuff from one place to another. I am not just moving stuff around the house but from house to house, up the street, across the street, from Florida to Rowlesburg, Rowlesburg to Florida. I have way to much stuff because my family has handed down way to much stuff to me, and my parents kept everything. OK, I keep lots of stuff too, but it is probably in my DNA. So today is another day of going through stuff and trying to decide what to do with it or where to put it. I need to simplify, scale back, down size, and basically just get rid of shit. Actually, most of us need to do that in all areas of our lives, you know, just let shit go.
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