7 and 8

7 days until

 

8 days until

 

 

Only I am hoping to see some fall colors still.  Even if the trees are bare, the lake will be there. 

The Real Answer of the Day

I am tired of having real answers to questions each day that I cannot speak aloud for various reasons, so I think I will post special ones here, or at least the ones that won't leave my head until I release them.  Some of my regular blog readers will once in a while be able to figure out who asked the question, and might find the real answers to be amusing, and true.  Please note that I will include the answer I actually gave, and you will be able to see that I never answer with a lie, but then again, Loni did say I was the "queen of spin."

Here is today's real answer.

Question: "Why am I so bad at this?"

Answer : "I guess you really need to figure that out."

Real Answer: "Because you are a self-absorbed bitch."  

Oh, I feel better already from having released that from my brain.

 

Love You Friend, But No

I love my friends. I try my best to be a good friend and if my friends ask for help or have special requests I try to meet their needs.  Tonight I had to turn a friend down, I just couldn't make myself say "yes." 

I am still laughing at her request.  My friend wanted me to read a book for her while I am on vacation in November.  She wanted me to read "50 Shades of Grey."  She said she heard it was good.  I told her I wasn't interested in reading the book, but that I would buy it for her for Christmas.  She insisted I not do that, she just wanted me to read it.

I told her if I read any book on vacation I would tell her about it, but it probably wouldn't be the same.

Maybe I can buy her a ticket to the movie when it comes out.

"Classy Girls"

This song brings a smile to my face every time I hear it. 

I have a friend who thinks he and his other male friend should take me out to a "classy" bar and find me a hook up.  I just laugh and tell him that is not my style but he says I will never get out and start dating again if I don't do this and he would be able to pick me out a "good one." I don't see this happening, but the idea cracks me up.

The song also makes me smile because one of my old boyfriends recently told me I was the "best girl he ever dated, but then I was the only one he didn't pick up in a bar."

"Classy Girls"

Well she was standing in the bar
I said, "Hello, how do you do?"
She handed me a beer with a kangaroo.

She spoke of places I had never been
That she had traveled to
And we slowed danced along to faster tunes

I made her laugh, I made a pass, I showed her my half dollar ring
She said, "That's pretty cool,
But classy girls don't kiss in bars, you fool"

So later on the crowd calmed down
And I believe it was as if
Something drew me closer to her lips

So picture my surprise when I had tried to lean in for a kiss
And she just smiled and turned her head down

I asked her, "Why?" and she replied,
"It was nothing I was doing nothing wrong, its just what it is"
Oh, classy girls don't kiss in bars like this

No, classy girls don't kiss in bars
Boys will break their backs and hearts
But its alright, the hardest part is through

100.4 Last I Checked

The last reading on my thermometer was 100.4, and I do mean my last reading.  The battery died on my thermometer last night after that reading.

 

I did get 12 hours of sleep in last night. It was a pretty solid sleep, but also brought on by medications to make me sleep.

 

This morning  I managed to eat a bowl of oatmeal, and I have had two cans of ginger ale.  I tried the 7 Up but I didn't like the taste.  

 

I managed to shower a few minutes ago and now I am resting before attempting to dry my hair and dress because I am just too weak to accomplish that all at once.

 

Don't know what this bug is but it can go away now.  

It's a Fever

I thought I had a fever, but wasn't sure until I fell asleep.  While I was asleep I dreamed about my dog Matilda.  When I woke up I opened the door to call her in.  I was just sure she was out there.

Matilda has been gone since 1999.  

I think I need to take more meds and lay down again before I do something really stupid.

Not Everything Should be a Tradition

Warning: Not for those who have weak stomachs or don't like to read things that are too personal.

I am not up at 1:49 A.M. because I have insomnia, I am up because I am sick.  

I thought I might be sick earlier today but wasn't sure. I have been asleep on and off most of the day.  Some of the naps lasted over two hours, others for thirty minutes.  I tried to eat, but nothing sounded good, and my stomach hurt.  I couldn't decide if my stomach hurt because it needed food or because I was sick, but in the end I did not give it a lot of food.  

I also couldn't decide if I was sleeping because I was sick or because I took Alteril last night. I was chilling and feeling bad due to exhaustion before I took the Alteril.  So I won't know until I take it when I am not already having issues.  

I managed to wake up enough to watch some television tonight, and it was during these shows that I realized how nauseous I was and that I was still chilling.  I finally decided to go to bed, but just as I headed that way I started feeling worse, so I took the precaution of putting a plastic bag lined bucket next to the bed.  

I laid down but felt horrible and each moment seemed to bring on a new symptom. I finally managed to dose off a little bit only to wake up and realize I better grab the bucket and for good reason.  I thought I would never stop needing the bucket.  After cleaning up, I decided to sit up on the couch.  

As I sat down on the couch I had a flashback to my childhood.  My mother believed that if you regurgitated (not allowed to say "I threw up" at my house), then you needed an enema.  It was how her mother raised her, and according to Mom it always cured them.  This horrible tradition of cures lasted until I was in 4th grade and old enough to fight back using the enema bag as my weapon.  I thought it was rather an ingenious battle.  My Mom did not.  

I used to use that story of getting an enema when I was sick to let my boys know what a great mom I am.  I would tell them "Hey, at least I didn't give you an enema every time you threw up."  See, I didn't even carry on the tradition of using "regurgitated."

I am just glad Mom didn't carry over all of Grandma's traditions or I would have had been downing a lot of Castor Oil as a child and putting a blanket on my head when I sat outside so bats couldn't get in my hair. 

It is a miracle that I am not weirder than I am.