Friday, September 12, 2014

Stuff and Things and More Stuff...

So first, let me say I'm sorry I haven't been posting like I should be, I've had some health issues and well, my hands are less than cooperative.  My laptop seems to have taken a total shit, so I'm very lucky to have this to blog from and to talk to people, but I won't be going back to work any time soon unless a new laptop falls in my lap (and that's about as likely as me being struck by lightning I think) so my plan to pulll us out of our financial hole was great in theory, but not so much in practice.  So there that is.

My Daughter's pregnancy is progressing well, she's been to see her dr and even gotten an ultrasound aready.  In a couple weeks, they will look again to see if we can tell the gender....she wants a boy pretty bad.  I hope it's just healthy.  

My baby grandchild at 13weeks gestation💜
Here is a link to the full ultrasound video (don't worry, it's short!)

The father?  Well, he's been no help at all so far.  Lke NONE.  AND I am gonna gump it out on that, that's all I have to say about it.

The real reason I wanted to write today is my DIY projects.  I have been creating folks!  I love mineral makeup.  But I have yet to find a brand that doesn't damag my skin by making it break out or get flaky gross patches, and it generally just doesn't cover for shit.  I have HUGE pores.  Like big enough to hide a small child in.  So that kind of coverage I need.  So I decided to make my own.  I'm going to give you the recipe (kind of, because you know me, I don't actually measure thigs) I'm also going to tell you how I went from old lady thin tadpole like eyebrows to normal brows in a week flat.  I need to test out my new threading skills now!  Ok, so the mineral foundation first

Cornstarch or arrowroot powder
french green clay
cocoa powder
ground ginger
ground cinnamon
5 drops tea tree oil
5 drops lavendar oil

mix the cornstarch or arrowroot powder and the green clay in equal amounts and then add the following ingredients to get to your color.  You'll have to test it along the way of course until you get to your shade.  Don't be fooled by the green tinge to it, it evens out and your skin will look amazing.  The best part?  The cost.  The green clay I got for $2.09 on eBay, and everything else I had except the lavender oil but I was getting that for another reason too.  Got that on eBay as well for $.99.  You can make a ton of it and your pores almost disapear under it.

My face all done up with my diy makeup!

Moving on to my weird eyebrows.  What do you think of when you think of castor oil?  I think of gross things.  Poop mostly, but did you know it does other things?  Me either.  It makes a fantastic eyebrow/eyelash serum that helps them grow and grow.  Mixed a tube of castor oil and 5 drops of rosemary essential oil and I've been using it two to three times a day every day for a week.  There has been MASSIVE improvement in just that time.  I love it.

Today I'm going to attempt to make diy mascara with activated charcoal, aloe vera and that very same   castor oil.  We shall see if it works out.  If it doesn't I have a shit ton of activated charcoal to do something with!

So there is a bunch of other really shitty things going on in my world, but I thought I'd stick to a semi peasant blog today, because I don't want to bring myself down, or anyone else, but there are police involved this time, hopefully on my side this time.

Also, I keep going back to my broken computer.  I just can't do my job without it.  And I know to some of you ACTUALLY WANTING to do that job seems wrong or off or whatever, but I REALLY WANTED TO GO BACK TO WORK. For the money mostly, but also because I need to be something besides somone's wife or mom or the person everyone yells at when someone else makes them angry so they feel better and I feel like shit. I wish I lived in a world where it was possible to just have and extra $300 for a cheap laptop, that's all I had anyway, but how the fuck am I supposed to be a webcamgirl with no computer?  How do I help myself out of this damn hole if at every turn I'm met with another obstacle that I can't figure out how to overcome?  I'm sure there are people out there thinking "get a regular job" right?  Well, this body isn't designed to do that.  I can't stand on my feet, I can't sit in a desk, but I can lay back on a well made bed with some cheap lingerie and well done makeup and look sexy as hell with no effort at all.  (even if you've seen me day to day, I can actually look good enough to do that and lots of men agree and even some women lol).  So now I feel even more trapped in this shit hole over a dumb thing like that.  I couldn't take it to a repair person either because you guessed it, that's not in the budget either.  You'd think I could just borrow someone elses? No one else here has one that works either, wouldn't that figure?  Ok, enough on that, I've gotten myself all depressed over it again anyway :(

I hope everyone out there is wel and loved and at peace. and I send my love to all that need and want it!

Until next time...

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Big Changes Headed My Way, the Eye of a Storm...

Well folks, I turned forty.  I was terribly unhappy for most of my birthday for mostly selfish reasons.  I never claimed to not know that I'm a selfish person, or to be some martyr that wants everyone else to just be happy for my birthday.  It was a pretty shitty day all around.  My family didn't forget me Sixteen Candles style again this year, and they have indeed done that to me.  For my 37th in fact.  What they did do was spent the day systematically making me feel like total shit in every facet of my being.  Not a damn thing I did or said was quite right and made someone mad.  I didn't get to go out to dinner like I had been promised for months before, I didn't get even one gift from anyone, anywhere with the exception of a spur of the moment drawing my daughter did because she felt bad for me.  I didn't even get to pick what we ate for dinner.  I know what you're probably thinking here.  Suck it the fuck up, you're a grown ass woman and somethings you just don't get any more.  I had wanted something from anyone just to be reminded that I was loved.  That someone had taken the time out of their busy life to do something just for me.  Later that night, my daughter and my oldest son convinced their dad to go get a cake mix and bake me some cupcakes, so at 10:00 at night, got some unfrosted cupcakes to finish off my 40th birthday.  40 was kind of a big deal for me.  This is one I might not have gotten to if I hadn't fought so hard to live and sometimes, when I have days like those, I have a hard time remembering why I fought so damn hard.  But then before we ate the cupcakes, my twenty year old daughter and I went for a walk to the dollar store to pick up a few things.  Cotton balls, baggies, light-bulbs.  And while we're there she says maybe we could pick up a couple cheapy pregnancy tests? I gave her a look mixed with pure joy and utter shock and we picked up two.

While the cupcakes were being baked, and everyone was occupied, I sat in the bathroom with her while our lives changed.  Drastically and for the better.  The line didn't come up right away, she was sure it was negative, but at the two minute mark, a faint pink line appeared as if to say "I am here to give you hope".  She did not believe it.  She was convinced that since it was a dollar store test and the line took so long and was faint, it was wrong.  She was sure she was not pregnant at all and just let it go.  When her period still hadn't come several days later, we had her take the other one with first morning pee.  Of course it was positive too.  It popped up faster, the line was darker, but she still wasn't sure so we scheduled her a blood test for the next day.

We got up, took the bus to the lab, and she had her blood drawn at what by dates should have been 4 weeks 2 days.  It was very much positive once again with a level of 746 beta hcg (pretty high for that dating,so I personally think shes several days past that) but now she is comfortable in the fact that she is indeed pregnant and she has enough of the symptoms, she can't deny it if she wanted to at this point.  She'll be starting her ob/gyn care in August.

There was already a shitstorm brewing with my son's now ex girlfriend before this came to light.  His girlfriend got caught in a succession of lies that even still she is maintaining are not lies, just misunderstandings.  The are lies, plain and simple, and she got caught in them.  She's spun a web of them so far out and so intricate that she can't keep up with them and my son is very protective of his mother.  When she accused  me of doing something he knew for sure I had not done, it was the beginning of the end for them.  He is my first son and we are very close. He turned 18 just 3 days before I turned 40 and we have always shred a lot about a lot of things.  So they indeed have broken up at this point.  Shortly after the break up, her pathological lying went to a new low and she told several people that my son had gotten her pregnant and she'd lost the baby and that he was terribly uncaring about it.  Oddly, they'd never had intercourse during their entire relationship, so I don't know how this mystery baby was conceived, but she forgets how far my reach of information is in this area and exactly how many people know me and the people I know.  And uh...screen shots prove a lot.  I'm going to gump it out now and that's all I've got to say about that.

The trip to the lab for my daughter's blood work started a clogged duct in my left breast that quickly shot into mastitis within a day and a half and then on the Fourth of July, Phiz fell off the bottom step in our house and broke his two front teeth.  They were left very jagged, but there was quite literally nothing we could do but wait until Monday and take him to the dentist, which we did.  It'll be July 29th before treatment begins and I'm still not sure exactly what they will do, but it has caused me so many slices and tears and hurts and pain that I'm feeling so out of it that I'm lost in my own pain most days lately.  And the mastitis isn't quite healing.  I went to the doctor, got antibiotics again and I've finished the round of high dose and still have a lump in there.  I also had a mammogram, my first since having a pacemaker and I may write a whole post just on that because it was definitely strange and more painful that I anticipated.

While I was at it, I got a full spinal series of x-rays done though.  From what I've been told so far they are not good.  I will post a copy of them here when I get a copy of them for my own records (and I always ask for my own copy, ya never know what will get lost along the way of treatment or what radiologist will say when reading another's report).  Giggle worthy, a nurse at the doctor's office just today tried to tell me that progressive degenerative joint disease means I'm getting better.  How on earth she didn't know that the progressive means it gets progressively worse I don't know, but that's what she told me and then I had to remind her it wasn't just my neck they looked at, did she send the whole report to the other doctor.  Of course she hadn't, so when she took a quick peek at it and saw there was a few things mentioned in my thoracic, lumbar and sacroiliac regions as well, I asked if she would please just send them the entire report to the pain management clinic before my appointment tomorrow.  I felt like calling her a moron but I didn't.

I was very excited to go in the morning before my pain management appointment to get my wax fit ins for my new set of teeth only to be called at 5:38 this evening (2 hours after someone had confirmed my appointment as being good) to tell me that there is something wrong with the impressions them made TWO WEEKS ago and I need to have new ones made before they will even start building the wax bites.  All I could do was cry for about 10 minutes and of course, no one in my family could begin to understand why this would even upset me, let alone to this degree.  I miss being my version of pretty.  I miss being who I was and damn it I MISS HAVING FUCKING TEETH.  I am really looking forward to a set I can wear all day every day and feel like a normal person.  There's a certain loss of dignity when you have no teeth in your mouth and all you want to do is smile.  I haven't been quite the same person since I lost my smile.  I was hoping to get that back.

I have some full review posts that are coming up soon.  I really wanted to get back to the mamatography I started at the beginning of the year, and I am definitely going back to work before I get my ass cut open because my house is being foreclosed on for the taxes and fees the bank has paid for me and no one has paid them back for.  So I need the money badly.  And I still need a car in a desperate way.  So I will be going through with the indiegogo campaign very very soon and I hope against hope I've got some readers in a spot that can help me with it.  And for once I'm requesting any donations that anyone has available to them in the mean time.  I've got a donate now button off to the right of the screen there, it goes into a paypal account I can have deposited into my netspend card (not my husband's but my own) so that I can get the little ones some clothes, and get Maxwell ready for the new school year.  He'll need a new backpack, new shoes, new clothes and some school supplies as well as a light jacket and a heavy coat because two light jackets and his heavy coat that wouldn't fit again this year were stolen from him last year.  I did have his name sewn into the heavy coat, but it didn't do me any good obviously, he never got it back.  So now I'm a beggar of my readers too and I'm sorry :(  In all honesty, if you have the clothes, shoes, backpack and jackets, I'd rather have them then money and if anyone out there can help with that I'd be happy to send you his sizes and my address.  Otherwise, there is always good old paypal.  On that very depressing note, I'm off to try to get some sleep for the night so I can get up early and go redo the impressions and hope to someday get my new teeth and feel human again!

Until next time...

Sunday, June 29, 2014

It's Time for a Review...

****This is a sponsored review, I did receive a full size sample of the product along with coupons to try more, I was compensated by the products but have not been monetarily compensated to write this blog, nor did the compensation alter my opinion in any way.  The opinions are strictly my own and are in no way a reflection of the site my blog is hosted by, or the site that provided the sample*****

Snuggle Scent Boosters

Snuggle Scent Boosters are my new best friends.  They are the most amazing little bundles of joy that I am desperately in love with.  Offering full disclosure, I've only used the lavender joy variety of them, so I'm not sure if I'd love the other ones quite as much, but these babies are the best thing since fabric softener sheets. 

I'm not big on liquid fabric softener mainly because it always seems to leave a spot of greasy residue on my clothes somewhere, so for the most part, I really do use sheets or none at all.  Sometimes, I go all easy greeny and put some acv (apple cider vinegar) in my little dispenser.  But for the most part, I just use sheets.  Doesn't do much for scenting the laundry really, so I always had stale smelling towels within a day and clothes too.  I don't like the way closet clothes smell!  So I usually use a ton of "febreeze" that I make homemade on them to make my clothes smell less like that.

No more with these little gems.  You just throw one in the bottom before you put your clothes in, the package says two, but I never have done that because I'm cheap and don't want to waste them.  What I did discover is that I can make one of my home made "febreeze" concoctions with them.  Here is what I do:

1 packet of snuggle scent booster cut open in a large bowl with a spout to pour
two tablespoons baking soda
one tablespoon rubbing alcohol
warm water to fill the bottles you are using (makes two full bottles)\

Mix the top three ingredients together with enough warm water to dissolve everything. Slowly add water to it to make sure there is no gritty stuff at the bottom.  Pour into two spray bottles and top off with the rest of your warm water.  Mix up to make sure everything has been dissolved.  Use just as you would regular "febreeze" but test a small area first to make sure it doesn't discolor your fabrics, I haven't tried this on all kinds of fabric.
Enjoy the lovely scent of fresh laundry around your home!!!
And don't forget to toss those little babies in each and every load guys...everyone deserves towels that smell that awesome!

Once again, this is a sponsored blog!

****This is a sponsored review, I did receive a full size sample of the product along with coupons to try more, I was compensated by the products but have not been monetarily compensated to write this blog, nor did the compensation alter my opinion in any way.  The opinions are strictly my own and are in no way a reflection of the site my blog is hosted by, or the site that provided the sample*****

Until next time folks....

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Eavesdropping and a MAJOR Confession...

The confession will be something some of you already know, so don't get too excited yet, but it is pretty major for me to tell the people that don't.  I'll get to that in a bit.  First, the eavesdropping part of the title.

I have a fondness for doing it myself, and I'm aware it's really rude.  I know that when I do it, the things that I hear about myself, I can't take too hard because the people saying them are not meaning for me to hear and that is why they are saying them to someone else and not to me.  Sometimes, I still take it pretty hard, but I try really hard not to.  That being said, we have a little issue with it here at Casa de Crazy.  Here, we have an over zealous eavesdropper that will listen to any and all conversation being had and will get vindictive and angry at people for having private conversations never meant for their ears.  I bet you can guess who I am talking about.  You would be right.  My mommy.  Goddess love her, she just can't help herself I guess.

It's pretty bad when you can't talk to anyone about anything at all without having to worry about what will be overheard right?  But it's just the way it is.  People ask me what's wrong with her that she does some of these things, and I have to answer honestly with this.  Nothing.  Not a damn thing.  She has no mental or medical condition that makes her act like a child, or do the things she does.  In fact, for the bulk of my memory she has been a very self centered person who just did whatever she wanted and thought about the consequences later on.  It made for a rough growing up, especially after she married someone that really was crazy.  

So back to the eavesdropping part, k?  Let me tell you some of the weirdness.  The  tv in her room stays at it's lowest volume so she can hear what goes on in the upstairs.  She stands in the shadows in the hallway downstairs and listens to my husband and I talk in our bedroom ALL THE TIME, and will even creep halfway up the stairs to listen to us if she thinks she can get back down them quick enough to not get caught.  The way the vents are set up in our house there is an intake vent in the downstairs hallway that she can stand by and hear damn near everything upstairs, and it's located right next to the bathroom, so she can sit in there with the door cracked and listen away.  And she does.  Daily.  All. Day. Long. Every. Single. Day. Of. My. Fucking. Life.  Every little thing she hears, if it's about her or not, she is sure it's about her and she gets herself all butthurt about it and acts like someone just slapped her in the face.  If you hear something bad about yourself while eavesdropping on someone's private conversation, it's your own damn fault as far as I'm concerned.  You shouldn't get all upset and go to your room and cry when you hear people say they are irritated with you for doing exactly what you're doing rght then.  Also, it's fucking creepy to not be able to have any damn privacy at all.  If we did have any semblance of a sex life she'd listen to that too, and well, gross.  It's a tiny little part of why I never really worked here to begin with.  I've only tried to work here a few times even though she does indeed know what my job is and spends money like we're millionaires.  She also listens to phone conversations.  Why you'd want to listen to your 20 year old granddaughter have phone sex I have no idea, but again, fucking creepy.  I have no idea how to handle it except to come here and complain because everyone here is so fed up with it, we have given up trying to be quiet about what we say.

On a side note, we did find the kittens.  Or rather, they just got old enough to come out of the hiding spot their mom had them in and start exploring the house.  They are all just fine, but I'm damn near certain my mom had known all along right where they were and has actually been giving them cow's milk which is horrible for them.  So, we're back to just not buying milk again, or buying it in small, single serve containers for the little boys and keeping it up here in the mini fridge.

Now on to the confession part of the blog.  Many years ago I was in a car accident.  I was driving a 1986 Mercury Lynx station wagon.  At a stop light one day while I was on my lunch break from work, an elderly couple slammed into the back of my car in their mini van.  They had been shopping at the Eastgate Mall in Cincinnati Ohio, and the man thought the light turned green when it had not yet.  I found all this out later, because at the time, they took off, it was a "hit and run" accident.  There was no obvious damage to my car, but it moved my stopped vehicle almost 12 full feet forward while I was at a dead stop and I had my food on the brake.  When they slammed into the back of my car, I slammed my mouth onto the steering wheel and also whiplashed my neck.  That was actually the beginning of my bone spurs there, but from what I've been told, I would have developed them anyway, just later on and probably to a lesser degree.  

I went back to work not realizing I was hurt and finished out my day.  I had a desk job at the time and since my best friend worked with me, she was able to just look at me and tell something was off, so we ended up going to the ER after work and discovered two things.  The first one was that I'd hurt my neck pretty bad, and the second was that the man that was driving the vehicle that hit me and took off had been injured as well and had gone to the same hospital.  Not only was he not telling the doctor there the truth about who was driving (he was telling them he was the passenger), he was telling them it was the other driver's fault.  This was in the days before traffic cams, but there were skid marks that were later measured by the police and the width of my tires was thinner than theirs so they really could tell that THEY hit ME, not the other way around.

Anyway, to move on with the story, I was at the time in quite a bit of pain due to the neck injury and in fact, it to this day causes me a great deal of pain because it never healed right and it grew the bone spurs on it and the discs between the vertebrae are essentially nonexistent but they are in several other places of my spine as well so I'm told I would've had an issue there regardless.  On to the confession part though, when I was hit, I basically bit the steering wheel.  I cracked all of my front teeth, upper and lower under the gum line, and since I already needed some (a lot) of dental work, it got bad pretty quick.  I did have dental insurance, but I maxed out my benefits in just a few visits and not much was done to fix my teeth.  In a short amount of time, I started to look like a crack head.  I got treated like one too.  Most people assumed that my teeth were like that because of drugs.  They weren't, but people didn't care to ask, they just assumed and so that's how it was.

When I moved back, my friends and family were shocked to see what condition my mouth was in (I think they were surprised that I hadn't gotten fat living in the midwest also, but I hadn't).  It was several years before I was able to start having any work done, and by that point, they all needed to be pulled.  I've never been able to have root canal's anyway, they've always come out, the bars that they put in the hold the roots together reject.  So that was not an option, the only option was to pull them all and have full upper and lower dentures made.  That is my confession.  I have no teeth.  I haven't had any for almost 13 years now.  When I had my set made, they were made cheaply (even though I didn't pay for them out of pocket, the cheapest set possible is what I've got because the state paid for them due to me being on state medical for disabled people, which I've been on for almost the entire time I've been back in California).  I have never learned to eat with them in.  I've never learned to wear them consistently.  In fact, I only wear them when I'm going to go out or when people I don't know very well are going to see me.  Of course I wear them to work, because they fill in my face and who wants to fantasize about someone toothless, right?   Why am I telling you all this now?  Because the state took away dental care for many years and I was not able to have them relined or fixed or looked at or have the aveoloplasty I was originally supposed to have done to make them fit right.  The state just reinstated their dental program in a limited fashion, and decided that people on Medi-Cal are now allowed to go to the dentist!  Yay for us poor folks!  I've always felt like dental coverage shouldn't have to be a luxury for people, but sadly, in our country it is.  Some third world countries take better care of their people's mouths than we do here.

So I got to make an appointment to have my teeth fixed and the appointment was for this morning.  I was led to believe that they were going to do a simple hard reline and they'd just fix the pink part to make them fit right.  I got myself all excited, thinking this was it, I'd learn to eat with them, and start wearing them all the time and that the bone loss I'm suffering would stop and all that happens when you have dentures and hardly ever wear them wouldn't keep happening to me.  As it so often happens, I was wrong.  I got to my appointment and waited forever.  Keep in mind, I'd been told if I got there by a certain time, I'd get them back relined by this evening.  I got there by the right time, but while I was in the waiting area, I watched the courier that picks up the appliances come and go and I'm thinking well shit, there goes my chance to get my teeth back today!   I get called back, and the first thing they do is tell me I need x-rays.  WHY the fuck does someone with no teeth need an x-ray?  I'm pretty sure it's just to get more money, because wtf are they going to see except my damn jawbone?  So they tell me I need them but I have to take all the piercings out of my face and ears.  So that's 8 earrings, one of which is pretty new and still healing and shouldn't be taken out at all.  An eyebrow ring, a nose ring, and my lip ring which is also not quite healed up yet.  That alone took me another 10 minutes or so to get them all out and in the baggie and I had to apologize because, honestly, if I'd known I'd have taken most of them out or put retainers or bioplastics in.  Then the dentist comes in, looks at me for all of 30 seconds, asks me how old my plates are and tells me that they're just going to apply to get me new teeth anyway because not only are mine really too old to risk a reline, the bottoms are cut too short on the acrylic to reline anyway!  That's going to take another probably six months before I get good teeth.  I'll have to go through all the gagging impressions and the wax molds and all that shit, that's something like 6 to 8 visits over 6 or 8 weeks.  I'm pretty disappointed about it really.  I thought I'd have teeth I could eat with by my birthday.  Now I'm nervous to go through it all again and all the adjustments again.  The impressions are the hardest part for me because they DO gag me really bad and I've gotten made fun of by dental assistants for it before, I'm worried I will again.  I know I should be grateful I get them at all, and I truly am, I'm just disappointed it'll take so long.  But this time, I hope that they'll fit really well and I'll learn how to wear them the 18 hours a day most people with dentures wear theirs.

So that is my confession.  I hope that the few people that didn't already know about this that will after they read this won't be grossed out by me now.  I hope that it doesn't make them think less of me, but really, if they didn't already, I don't see how this would.  But this explains a great deal why some medical professionals treat me so shitty huh?  See me without my teeth in and at this age?  They think I'm a meth addict or a crack addict or something.  Then they see I'm a pain management patient on my chart and it makes it 1,000 times worse.  When I feel like shit, the last thing I want to do is put my teeth in, because they hurt to wear and I already hurt or I wouldn't be there.  And with all of that, I'm going to close for today because, well, it's a long blog and I'm tired now LOL.  Look forward to some product review posts coming up soon because I've got several lined up and I was blessed to try out some really cool stuff.  Thanks for reading me through, I know this was a long one!

Until next time...

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

What's in a Post? "Still I Rise"...

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history 

With your bitter, twisted lies, 
You may tread me in the very dirt 
But still, like dust, I'll rise. 

Does my sassiness upset you? 
Why are you beset with gloom? 
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells 
Pumping in my living room. 

Just like moons and like suns, 
With the certainty of tides, 
Just like hopes springing high, 
Still I'll rise. 

Did you want to see me broken? 
Bowed head and lowered eyes? 
Shoulders falling down like teardrops. 
Weakened by my soulful cries. 

Does my haughtiness offend you? 
Don't you take it awful hard 
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines 
Diggin' in my own back yard. 

You may shoot me with your words, 
You may cut me with your eyes, 
You may kill me with your hatefulness, 
But still, like air, I'll rise. 

Does my sexiness upset you? 
Does it come as a surprise 
That I dance like I've got diamonds 
At the meeting of my thighs? 

Out of the huts of history's shame 
I rise 
Up from a past that's rooted in pain 
I rise 
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, 
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. 
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear 
I rise 
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear 
I rise 
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, 
I am the dream and the hope of the slave. 
I rise 
I rise 
I rise.

Maya Angelou

This has some meaning to me today. After my keeping up with the joneses post, and the post just before it, I guess the few people that did talk to me are no longer. I'm guessing, they think those posts were directed at them, and where they could have asked if I meant them (it was aimed at no one specifically really, just a whole set of circumstances) now I'm just not worth talking to at all.  Or communicating in any fashion at all, be it personal or social media (which is usually what I get anyway, and that is just fine with me).

This is my life. And people wonder why I don't even bother to try to make more friends when these are the kind I've already got right? I'm not even worth picking up a phone and typing a message to anymore. It's no wonder I'm lonely.  Is it because of the choices I make? The information I choose to share here? I'm not sure. I know people read here, I average some 500 to 1,000 readers a month so I know SOMEONE out there is reading these. Maybe those of you that do read and actually know me could take a few minutes to let me know that you haven't forgotten I exist. I'm sorry I'm a needy paranoid person. You kind of get stuck with an all or none deal with me.  Im flawed, I'm broken, and I still need my friends, even if by some misunderstood reason, you perceived an offense I did not mean. You had nothing to do but to ask...

Until next time...

Monday, June 9, 2014

The Ku & The Jones's

There's this app that writes haiku esque type poetry.  I write there a fair amount when I'm feeling poetic.  I'm actually a decent poet, I've had a couple of things published in compilation book, but I never make a big deal out of it because, well, in my life, when you tell people that they either ask you to prove it right then and there (which is ok, I can, but it's rude and makes me feel like everyone just assumes I lie about things like that) or they have to one up me and tell me something that they've done that's even more cool or wow worthy and I'm not all about that shit.

The whole world isn't about playing "keeping up with the joneses".  If you don't know the term, it's a game people play where they have to make sure that if you have something, they have it one step better.  Or one step worse depending on the situation.  Funny how an app that I write random poetry on led me here huh?  It seems like everyone I know is like that.  About literally everything.  Good and bad.  If I have something good happen, someone I know has to have something ten times better.  If I am sick, then someone I know has to be 100 times more sick and knocking on death's door.  Just to prove that they have it better or worse.  Why do people do this to each other?  I've not known EVERYONE in the world to be this way, just a certain set of people that are now just about the only people I have to deal with on the reg.  From the people I live with to the few people I don't live with and just have contact with regularly.  I don't get the game.  I'm the poorest person I know.  But I haven't always been.  There's been times in my life that I had a little extra to share and I did with the people I've asked for help from.  Most of them don't have a penny to spare for me, while doing home redecorations and going antiquing on the weekends.  But when I was the one that had a little more, I helped them out no problem.  Sometimes to the dtrement of my family, unfortunately.  So this just confuses me to no end.  What makes people feel the need to compete with me over anything at all?  I am not a competionworthy kind of human being and the coolest things I've done in my life are my kids.  In this breeder society, a fuckton of people have done that and  hell of a lot of them are better at it than me.  So maybe, people could go keep up with those Jones's instead of me.  If i'm not making sense to you, it's ok, I;m just venting again because people are weird and I'm really feeling sad that so many people would feel like making me feel even worse about my fucked up life would be fun for them.  HOW could that possibly make anyone feel better knowing how already fucked up my life is.  But I guess if that's what floats your boat, more power to ya, can't make my life any worse.

On that I'm going to go get some henna ready because it's about that time for my daughter and I, I'm going to leave you with a few of my Ku poems, and...

Until next time....

Monday, June 2, 2014

The Case of the Missing Kittens and Other Random Things...

First, I'm a beggar, and I'm going to ask everyone two things.  First, please go like the Facebook page for my blog here, chances are good you haven't because I've only got 25 likes on there so far.  You can find that here: Facebook Page.  Also, what would everyone think if I did one of those indiegogo or kickstarter or another one of those donation deals to help me get a car or the one I already have fixed?  Obviously, I wouldn't EXPECT people to donate, because lets face it, most people have hard financial times, but I NEED A CAR REALLY BAD and I'm running out of time and options.  My health is declining and my children and I could really use transportation for me to get to doctors appointments and Memphis needs his teeth fixed before it affects his permanent teeth and I can't accomplish this without transportation.  So comment, email, whatever.  I might just set one up and see if anyone is willing to help me out because, frankly, I don't know how else I'm ever going to get my car fixed or get a new one.

Ok, so the title.  I'm going to explain that right off the bat (or cat, haha, I'm so punny).  As my constant readers know, we have a lot of pets.  Too many.  I know this, but I have a serious lack of transportation and I can never manage to get a reliable ride to go places and I'm just not comfortable asking someone I don't know all that well to cart me and my animals all over the valley to get my shit done.   So I guess until I get my own vehicle I'm gonna have to be a little more careful about keeping the underwear on the female animals.

So my mom's cat had a litter of kittens.  She's a weird cat, she's Jynx's sister.  I thought this cat was a boy for a couple months because I didn't really check out the tidbits and that's what the person we'd gotten them from told me.  We discovered that she was indeed a she and she went from being not so nice to being much nicer, so I think she was upset we were calling her a boy.  Yes, I know that's not likely to have been the case, but let me have my little fantasies, will  ya?  So she's a she and she went in heat and wouldn't you know it, my mom's OTHER cat who is not fixed wither (of course) got her pregnant.  I don't even know when she got pregnant, but doing the math it had to have been around St Patrick's day.  She had the babies under the foot of my mom's bed and my mom said she didn't even know the cat had had them.  I think she was full of shit, but who am I to say.  When she showed up one morning skinny, I figured it out pretty damn fast and I'm on drugs and not all there, and my mom says she had "no idea"? Okay...yeah.  Moving on, once my mom discovered where they were, she wouldn't leave them alone.  At all.  So the cat tried at first to move them upstairs with us, but my mom caught her and wouldn't let her, so she moved them somewhere else in her room.  She swears up and down she has no idea where they are and says she thinks they're dead in there.  We can't find them.  My husband has looked, my sons have looked, my daughter has looked, even I took a flashlight and looked.  In the mounds and mounds of clothes and CRAP my mom has shoved in her room, we can't find them anywhere in there.  I'm almost 100% sure they're not dead because the cat has obvious evidence of feeding them, and disappears for hours on end, but no one can seem to find the missing kittens.  They'll be old enough to be running around the house in another week or two so my mom won't be able to hide them any more after that.  And I think Jynx might be pregnant now too.  Yay me.

Now I'm going to move on to the bitchfest section of my blog.  I always have one right?  Because I have no real life people to talk to that are local that I can bitch to all the time and I need to get it out somewhere, this is where I turn.  Evidently I amuse a few folks with my ramblings because some of you keep coming back to read my tails of woe, so thank you for that.  And thank you for allowing me to HAVE somewhere to go to get the shit out!

Here at Casa De Crazy, there is a food issue.  We consistently run out of it.  I'm feeding a zillion fucking people here it feels like.  I had to "borrow" money again this month to feed people because there is a little food goblin that makes things mysteriously disappear ALL THE TIME.  It's like the toilet paper.  I think she may eat that too.  It doesn't matter what we buy, it's gone so fast I can't keep up.  We had to get a mini fridge a while back (thanks to the same person that keeps feeding me, he keeps filling the fridge up too!) to keep some of the perishables upstairs because we just can't leave them downstairs for my mom to have access to.  If we leave anything dairy downstairs, she feeds it to the cats.  My beloved Spazzy cat died due to this.  She was more lactose intolerant than most cats, and believe me when I say most cats ARE lactose intolerant, and my mother refused to stop giving her milk and half &half and cream.  It killed her.  I'm really glad I already had Jynx and that Jynx doesn't like my mom all that much or losing my Spazzy would've broken my heart a little more than it did.  Anyway, it's pretty much anything though.  We can't keep the little boys lunchables down there, or they disappear, she can eat a whole jar of peanut butter in a couple days.  She's eaten almost an entire 10 pound bag of potatoes in less than a week.  No she isn't as big as a house, but there's a reason for this.  She has a stoma.  A colostomy bag.  So she has an incomplete digestive tract.  She eats so much and so often, nothing digests and to put it unpleasantly, it all just gets moved through whole without her absorbing any of the calories or shall I say many of the calories.  But she does steadily gain weight until she does stupid shit like take all her meds really fast and go into withdrawal and get sick for a week and not eat and then she'll drop a chunk of weight and it'll start the cycle again.  I love my mom, but she is driving my family apart.  My marriage has gotten a million times worse.  My kids constantly fight with not only each other, but with me.  And I am everyone's "safe zone".  I'm the one they come to when they are angry and need someone to yell at.  So if anyone needs to vent, they come and pick a fight with me, knowing that I'm not going to retaliate and hold a grudge.

I'm wound up so tight it's scary.  I can feel myself coming apart at the seams and I'm not sure what to do or how to handle it at all.  To go along with that, I just have no idea what to do about the money situation or the car situation or the house situation or pretty much any situation at all.  I'm tired of people that don't consider how their actions make other people feel.  I'm tired of living in a world where people flaunt what they have and make fun of people who don't have as much.  I'm tired of family that says they'll help you and then every time you ask them to they more often then not don't.  I'm tired of being treated like I'm stupid because I'm broke.  I'm tired of people that have a little more than I do not remembering the days that I was the one with a little more and how much I helped them when they needed it.  I'm tired of not being able to fucking GO ANYWHERE AT ALL without having to beg someone to take me there, and then most of the time they cancel on me.  I'm tired.  I'm sick.  And I feel like no one cares.  I have one friend.  And that one friend is so far away from me that it's like being on another planet sometimes.  And I feel like the friendship is far from equal because I'm constantly needing something.  Needing money to feed my kids, needing to vent about something, needing him to pay a bill for me so a utility doesn't get shut off, needing SOMETHING and I take and I take and I take, and I don't have anything to give.  You know why?  Because in my day to day life, everyone around me takes and takes and takes from me and doesn't give me anything back.  Or what little they do give back doesn't begin to fill the void they've left in me from all the taking.  I guess that's a great way to explain it, I am one big void.  I'm like a black hole.  Anything anyone gives into me and my family won't come back because it gets sucked into oblivion.  It's the most awful kind of void.  And it is my life.  I don't know how to crawl out of this void or creep out of this black hole.  So the black hole has become my black whole.  I has become who I am, but I hope it's not who I will always be.

Until next time...

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Wow, Am I Old, And Boy Do I Need A Car....

Well, I'm old.  I'm going to be forty in about a month, and that's been weighing heavy on my mind lately, but even more, my oldest child had a birthday the other day.  The other day, my daughter turned twenty.  I never in the WORLD would've thought I'd be old enough to have a twenty year old daughter.  I never thought I'd make it to forty.  I never thought...

It's been a rough little patch here, but when isn't it, right?  There's almost never a dull moment in my world, but the last few weeks has been even stranger than most.  And for the last several days I've been battling a headache.  The kind that makes me keep the lights dimmed and my head still and a bowl near by in case I can't get to the bathroom on time.  I'm really lucky that my screen can dim way down or I wouldn't be able to write here.  Just one of the many maladies that I suffer from that sometimes I get told I'm making up.

Yep, it's one of THOSE blogs again.  Kind of an introspective, I'm bitching about my life because no one in my real world even gives a flying fig at a rolling rats ass about what I'm complaining about.  I swear, no one.  It sucks to not have anyone in my day to day life to turn to.  And I know what you're probably thinking here.  You get what you give right?  Well, I don't have anything left to give because I've already given it all away over the years.  I'm agoraphobic.  I don't have the ability to go outside like a normal person and make friends.  I used to rely on going to work and making friends at work.  Now I don't have such a thing and therefore I have no friends.  I have panic attacks going to the drug store to pick up my meds for crying out loud.  How on earth am I supposed to meet people?  And even if I did, who would want to be friends with someone like me anyway?  No one, that's who.  That's why I don't keep friends once I make them.  I'm unreliable to put it nicely.  I know that.  I can't help it.  I don't mean to be sick, I don't mean to have a family that sucks the life out of me at every given opportunity and I don't mean to be so poor I can't do anything but barely pay my bills.  I'm the not fun friend with all the problems, the  horrible attitude and no money and no car.  When I lay it all out like that, it's no wonder I don't have anyone that wants to hang out with me.  Yeah.

So there's all that shit for you.  I don't know what else to say about any of that.  I've also got my Phiz issues.  Poor guy was all but potty trained and then got himself a UTI and had a relapse and now he doesn't want to go on the potty at all now.  So we're back to pull ups or diapers most of the time because he'd had so many accidents he didn't want to wear his underpants.  On a good note, I was able to FINALLY part with some more of his baby stuff that I'd been having such a hard time getting rid of.  It was a mental block...but there was a baby in need so I sent them along to help that baby.  I also sent along my cloth diaper stash.  That was hard for me to do, mainly because I'd spent a good little chunk of money on them and because I feel like because they are gone now, something will come up and I'll need them.  Like my daughter will get pregnant or something.  But I needed to feel useful, and it made me feel useful to be able to do that and help another person and their baby.  So that's what I did!

On an entirely different note, I've got puppies in the house again.  And kittens. That cat I was convinced was a male cat until she was almost six months old?  SHE had kittens last week.  Very sadly, we lost a dog on mother's day and it was awful.  We really thought it was parvo for a little while, because the first dog got sick, and then another dog got sick and then we discovered that there is an outbreak in our area and even vaccinated dogs are getting it.  We only have one dog that's fully vaccinated and that's my big Bear dog, one of the mommy dogs.  The other dog that got sick was the other mom, Maggie.  She got SO sick that we ended up having to feed her pups for several days to help her out.  They almost didn't make it.  She almost didn't make it.  She's still very thin and looks terrible but I'm pretty sure she's going to make it.  The pups too.  I need to get these animals fixed something awful.  I had had a rescue group willing to help me out, but of course, they had a parvo outbreak also, and the resources they had to help me with were used saving some other dogs.  So I'm back to square one with all these unfixed dogs.  Even if I do get an appointment to get them all fixed, I'd never be able to get them all there, you can't take dogs on the bus unless they are service dogs.  Somehow, I never manage to get a ride anywhere.  I need a car so bad it's ridiculous.  I feel like I'm never going to get one, and that's in my list of things to feel sorry for myself over.  I own a car.  But it doesn't run, and it's not registered or insured anyway.  It's like it's my lot in life to be stuck here, in these same four walls, until I go so crazy I need to be committed.  I don't know how or what to do to get a car either.  And no one that doesn't live here cares at all I don't think, because they all have a car and none of them are stuck.  It's one of those things I hoped that my husband would take care of, because I truly can't and instead of doing anything about it, it's still broken in the driveway and I still can't go anywhere.  I've had x-ray orders since last July I haven't been able to get done because I have no way to get there to do them.  Where I have to go isn't on the bus line either and I just can't afford a cab there.  Same with my blood work...I am supposed to go get blood work done every six weeks to make sure my heart meds aren't killing my liver and my kidneys.  But I have no way to get to the lab to get them done, so I just don't.  And I get all itchy and my eyes turn yellow and my urine turns brown and I hope I don't die.  Because I don't have a car.  Or, well, I do have a car, just not one that runs.  I want to blame it all on myself, but the truth is, I'm not here alone and it's NOT all my fault.  I can't be the only responsible person here, but somehow I am.  I'm not very responsible for the most part and I offer no excuse for that, I'm just not.  I'd hoped at this point in my life I would be, but well, I'm just not.  I need help with things and I had hoped that being married for this long that my husband would've grown up at some point, but he never did.  So I'm just stuck.  With a bunch of dogs having puppies all over and a cat having kittens and kids that don't do much and a husband that doesn't either and lab work I can't get done and x-rays I desperately need to do and all these other things I could add into this run on sentence but I'll go ahead and stop here.

I think I'm going to go ahead and stop here for the day because my head is just killing me and there are people yelling.  I'm getting almost no help with anything while my head is pounding like this because it's race day and Nascar is really important to my dear husband.  Also, I'm pretty sure I'd be feeling a bit better by now if I'd been able to get some help the last few days and rest and recuperate a little.  Sometimes these headaches come on because of stress, but most times it's because I've got some pinched nerves in the back of my head because there are no discs left between my vertebrae anymore.  We'd know how much worse it's gotten if I was allowed to go get those x-rays sometime soon.  And yes, I know they can't actually see the discs on the x-ray, but I can't have an MRI because I have a pacemaker and a ct scan isn't covered by my insurance until after the x-ray to prove I need one.  Which I do.  Because my spine is seriously fucked up, regardless of the fact that I still get up and do a few things here and there because if I didn't they wouldn't get done.  Ever.  Yeah, I guess I'm in a pretty foul mood.  On that cheery note, I'm gonna go see if I can't get a few minutes of rest before the yelling starts again.

Until next time...

Monday, April 14, 2014

Just another day in paradise...

As always in the world there is good news and bad news.  The good news first, I'm just that kind of gal.  Memphis is in underpants.  Like, he pees on the potty almost every damn time.  He hasn't had a number two yet that was totally successful but he sure has tried like hell!  I'm really proud of him.

We tried a three day potty training program and it didn't work worth a shit for us, it took more like the 5 day plan but then he finally got it.  All it took was for him to get some big boy underwear and he got the idea just that easy.  Was really pretty cool!  He even stays dry at night and during naps although I'm keeping him in pullups or cloth trainers and a plastic pant just in case.

Now on to the other stuff.  I am still feeling pretty shitty.  Mentally, I just can't get a grip on what's going on in my life.  My "housemates" are worse to live with than anyone else I've ever lived with and I've lived with some real peachy people in my day.  I don't even feel like it's a family here.  I don't feel like anyone wants me around unless they need me to fill out a form for them or fix something for them or do something for them or or or...

I feel unwelcome.  I feel shitty.  I feel like no one even wants to talk to me unless it's to complain about someone else.  I don't know what to do.  So for the most part, I sit in my bedroom and I don't leave it and I cry and I cry and I cry.  My "family" doesn't seem to care at all.  They don't seem to want to help me, they don't want to make things any better for anyone, let alone me.

I started writing this blog and then put it down for a while.  While it was closed there was a blow up with my "family" yet again.  This is not a happy family.  I asked for some peace and quiet to meditate, to try to calm my soul and my nerves and it evolved into a screaming match that ended with my daughter no longer being my friend on facebook and threatening me with calling every authority available to try to convince them I am an unfit mother.  That is my biggest fear.  It goes beyond the normal every mother has this fear.  I have had children's services called on me many times.  A couple of them by my own mother.  Once was just days after having a miscarriage.  Boy is that fun to have a social worker screaming at you that you will lose your remaining children as "God saw fit not to give you another baby".  Yes, that's really what the woman told me.  While I had the blood of a miscarriage running down my leg because she wouldn't allow me to go to the restroom.

These things traumatize me.  Everything does I guess.  I'm broken, I'm wounded.  I have social anxiety and I'm afraid of people.  I just want people to like me, that is all I want in the world and I feel like a total failure because NO ONE DOES.  I'm sitting here writing this with tears streaming down my face and I don't feel like there is anyone on the whole planet that understands.  Or that even wants to. My name is trouble, and no one wants to deal with me I guess.  Yes, this is the blog of a troubled woman.  This is the blog of someone mentally flawed.  Physically disabled.  Perhaps even an admitted bitch.  I have a lot of things going through my head all at once all the time and I don't know how to deal with anything.  I guess I'm kind of rambling on now, so I'm going to leave you for today in the hopes that I can get my shit together and be "normal" soon.  Maybe I'll feel better.  Maybe I won't.

Until next time...

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Smells Like Teen Spirit...

WHAT?!?  I know, that sounds so gross right?  Yeah, well, it is.  There are a few things along the way that i hadn't told the world about.  Mainly, because I was embarrassed by them.  And partly, because I already blast so much weird shit all over the internet that sometimes I think people probably think I make half of if up or exaggerate it anyway so if I add to it, people will think I've got an even more broad imagination. (How's THAT for a run on sentence?)  Ok, so...there is even more to my weirdness that most of you don't know.  A few of you real lifers know, but well, you know all this shit's for real anyway too, so you know I'm not JUST crazy.  Even though I'm that too.

About a year ago my next door neighbor called the health department on us.  The complaint was that the pool was green and that there was an overwhelming amount of dog shit.  So an inspector came for a surprise visit.  The pool was green.  They gave us one week to correct it and moved to the dog shit issue.  Now, keep in mind I have six dogs.  Yep, that's right. Six.  A really lot of dogs that shit all over that back yard.  BUT, that is one thing that is actually kept up with.  Because with that many dogs, if it wasn't we'd live in a pile of dog shit.  So they ask how many dogs, Ronnie tells them, and the inspector says unfounded claim.  But the pool lingers over our heads like a dark cloud for the next year and is STILL a thorn in my side, but we'll come back to that.  So that is complaint number one (or shall we say, inspection number one).   

It wasn't of course the last of things.  It never is right?  But it was the last of that particular inpector.  Officer Sprague comes next.  Now see, he has issues many citations over the years over one thing or another.  Just this past year alone we've wracked up a whopping 7 $500 tickets for an unregistered nonworking vehicle in the driveway.  Odd thing about this is, we have two of them but only one gets the ticket.  So there that is, the one that leaked all its fluids on the driveway has gotten a fuckton of tickets too.  And the sideyard.  And some bare grass.  And we have the garbage cans visible fro the street.

So one day the doorbell rings and it is Officer Sprague to inspect a complaint.  Evidently, we're hoarders, like worthy of the TLC cable show variety. And, well, I'm just not.



These are pictures of my house, not even that clean, and my neighbors, plural, reported us as being hoarders. WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE DO THIS? For one, a woman that has lived next to my grandma for 35 years,  how nice huh? The others? Her friends.  Thing is, my grandma WAS a hoarder, but we cleaned it all out when we moved in here. We had to!  So yeah, that happened to, unpleasantly.  He came and took pictures of literally every inch of my home.  He also said the claim was unfounded, but he had to take the pictures to prove it in the file. How embarrassong for me.

Now as for the title.  My kids stink. In more ways than one. Including the child I'm married to.  I mean, they stunk before, but this is if you happen to read this you too big ones, clean up your act and SHOWER MORE.

Until next time...


Saturday, March 29, 2014

Where in the World is Lois and her Photos???

Yeah yeah, I know, I'm way way way late on my mamatography and my posts and my this and my that and my everything!  I got sick.  I got back to back viruses (thanks to my germ spreader of a second grader) and I've been really really trying not to land myself in the hospital.  I very much dislike being sick, as if anyone enjoys it right?  But this was awful.

It's been one after another after another and although I'm not the only one that's been ill, I've caught every single bug that's come my way.  So the whole house has been sick, but get this, I'm the only one that can't take cold medicine.  Because I've got the bum ticker and all.

I have this thing about people that are sick complaining when they won't take something to feel better.  If you won't take anything to help yourself, don't come crying to me that you don't feel well.  But I live in a house full of complainers that won't take a damn dayquil and stfu about it. So yeah, that's been my last month or 6 weeks or so.

This last round, no one else "caught" so I'm relatively sure it was not viral but yet another issue that is only mine.  Intestinal.  Couldn't keep anything down or in or whatever.  Spent about two weeks in my bathroom.  Blessedly, I was able to get some medical marijuana (of course insurance does not cover this particular medication, so although it is legal for me to obtain, have and consume, I pay out of pocket and it is rather expensive and something I can almost never afford) that helped me get some appetite back and keep some food down to the extent that I could manage the illness.  It seems to have been a horrible inflammatory bowel disease flair.  I am feeling much better than I was, but not good.  And just in time guessed pilonidal to flair itself back up, and my legs are not working right again.  If it ain't one thing it's another right?

So I WILL get back to my mamatography posts, I will get back to my regular posting, and I will get back to my normal routine.  Even if it wasn't ever very normal.  But not this week.  And not next week either because I may be in the hospital for an overnighter next Friday for a pulmonary function test.  Because they have to shoot me full of albuterol for that, and albuterol makes my heart freak the fuck out, they have a room set up in case I can't handle the test and they have to keep me, but the hope is I do fine and can go back home when I'm done.

That's where I'm at right now, that's what's been going on with me.  I'd love to know what's been going on with all of you, so if you stop by, leave me a comment and let me know how you've been and what you've been up to with your family!  Look forward to a "catchup" post or 5 in the next couple weeks and we'll see what I can do for my other posts.

Until next time....

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Mamatography 2014, Weeks 6 & 7...

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Yeah, I'm REALLY late this week! I'm also combining the two weeks to play catch up because I'm behind the other people doing this project and I would like to be on the same week as everyone else.  I'm not gonna lie, this last 10 days or so, my world has been more than a little stressful and if you are a regular reader, you know what I'm talking about.

I did another collage because I have not kept up with my picture a day which is really strange for me. Even when NOT doing this project, I live my life in photographs and have ever since I've had the ability. Like I said last week, I'm just having a hard time keeping my head on straight but I'm working on it ;)

My lil Phizzy is sick, so next week may not be a heck of a lot better, but I will be back to my regular format I do believe...


As you all know, a lot of my pics are Memphis, but I'm going to try to get the other kids involved too when I can!  We had some great weather here, lil man discovered the joys of shaving cream painting in the bath, and I had a blast watching my favorite cat Jynx watch television.  The picture of the frown? That's because I wasn't going with them that day to walk to pick up Maxwell from school (I was hurting too much and very tired from walking the day before) but how cute is that look?  So that's my story for the weeks and I'll be posting a regular post in the next few days I hope about our saga with the taxes.  Fun fun fun (not)!  

Until next time...

Saturday, February 15, 2014

The Ten Day Pedicure for UNDER $5 Tutorial...

Ok, this one is not my usual brand of posts, but I just had to share it. It's not going to have a ton of pics like some nail tutorials have, but I'm going to explain how I keep mine this long, and what products I use.

I rarely have much money to spend on cosmetics, so I really do stick with mainly drug store brands. As far as polish goes, Wet n Wild has about the best staying power and a while back, they came up with an even longer lasting product called Megalast.  It really does what it says it does!  Ok, on to the good part...

These are the only two colors I've got of this polish, but believe me...I'm going to be getting several more ASAP.

The first thing you've always got to do with ANY pedicure is remove old polish, of course.  I also soak my feet in an Epsom salt and listerine bath (in a big pot of water or one of those foot bath things, but I don't have one so I just use a big pot).  I've got a pumice stone I rub off all the old gross skin after they soak and slather them with coconut oil. ALWAYS coconut oil for me, but obviously, you can use whatever you use for your regular moisturizer.  Let it soak in for a while!

Gather up all your'll see on my tray I've got hand sanitizer, I'll explain that in just a sec, but first I want to explain the nail brush. A lot of the time even AFTER I moisturize, I have some flakes around my cuticle area, so I like to take a stiff nail brush and gently buff that off.  If your nails need to be trimmed, do that next and be sure to always cut toes straight across to avoid ingrowns because OMG they suck.  I had a horse step on my big toe when I was 18 and I'm very prone to them so I'm super careful about this.  Then take the file, and smooth out the edges.  

Next, you'll want to take the little stick you see there, or the plastic one that comes in your manicure kit and GENTLY push your cuticles back...make sure you are nice to your skin, otherwise, you're gonna end up just ripping the cuticle and making the edges of the polish bleed onto your skin.  Now here is where the hand sanitizer comes in.  Put a dab on a cotton swab and swab each and every one of your nails.  This is going to take off the extra oils on your nails and make the polish take hold REALLY WELL.  You can also use rubbing alchohol or vinegar in this step, I just prefer the scent of hand sanitizer.

Here is the easy part.  Paint those piggies. Use thin coats and make sure they dry all the way in between.  If you don't wait for them to dry, you'll get bubbles in the polish, or it'll smear, or just some bad shit is gonna happen and you're gonna have to start over again.  

How does this last ten days you ask?  On day 4 or 5, put a fresh coat on. Just one thin one, too many coats and it's going to chip off.  I use the combo of these two colors and like to put the glittery white on the last few days.  Say, day 8 or 9.  You can mix and match or whatever you'd like of course!  This pic, is day 11.

As you can see, still going strong day 11...and on day 13...this is what I've got:

Still no chips or cracks.  I didn't use any base coat, no top coat and the best part of all? This polish only costs $1.99 a bottle.  That's a ten day pedicure for UNDER FIVE BUCKS!

So there ya have it, that's my cheap pedi tutorial for you, I hope it works as well for you as it has for me. Please let me know in the comments if you try it and how it works!

Until next time...

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

The World According to Juniper...

Yeah, that's my actual name.  Some of you knew that, but most of you just know me by my internet alias Lois Griffin.  Long story short on that is that I love Family Guy, evidently I resemble her character in appearance and my children dared me to use it as a facebook profile.  It kind of took off from there and now virtually all of my internet social networking sites I have that listed as my name.  In the world we live in, I figured the combination of showing my naughty bits all over the world AND using my real name while living in a rather small area in which I was born and raised could be a safety risk.  So that's how that went.  I don't know why exactly I felt like explaining that because this blog is nothing about that really, but it explains the title I guess.

I'm having a bad week. Just an altogether fuck shit stack of craziness that I can't seem to work my head through.  I don't know that I'm any better today than I was when I wrote the last blog.  I'm embarrassed that I blasted all that all over, but I feel better having gotten it out.  I also feel like maybe I'm not the only wife with a husband like that, so maybe there's one person out there that read it and feels a little less alone because of it.

In the saga that is my mother, we've been battling a housewide virus for over a month.  All of us have had it.  The little boys have had it the worst and the longest, Maxwell spent over a month coughing and in and out of the doctor's office.  Ronnie finally got it and it kicked his ass pretty bad.  100 degree fever and coughing so hard it was making him see stars.  I couldn't get him to go to the doctor to save his life so he just took dollar store dayquil and powered through and still is.  My mom on the other hand went to the ER (I think) 5 times via ambulance 4 of those times she was not admitted and the last time, she called without our knowledge at 4 something in the morning without waking anyone else in the house up.  Keep in mind my 20 year old daughter is in the bedroom next to hers.  She had the presence of mind to pack herself a bag, hide her "good drugs" (because she's convinced I steal them) and tell the medics to be semi quiet so as not to wake the sleeping children upstairs.  We know this now because we have since talked to the EMT.  They also discovered the level of morphine in her system was more than triple what it should be at her prescribed dose.  That last 911 call, she told them she had no one to help her, she put my whole family at risk, yet again, because she needed to take a vacation in the hospital.  When she got there that time, they did finally admit her, from what I understand, because they just didn't want her to keep coming in by ambulance every day or every other day until they did.  While she was there, her primary care doctor told her that hospitals are not hotels, and that there are people that are truly sick that need to be there.  But yet they kept her there for a week to monitor her meds because they could clearly see that she had overtaken her morphine.  She comes home to what should have been 2 weeks worth of meds and has none.  Who does she blame?  Me.  Because ya know I must have stolen them all from her.  So that I could what?  Take them myself?  Sell them?  WTF?  I get the same fucking drugs and if I DO overtake mine (and I admit, there are months that I do and I run out for a few days before refill time) I just suck it up and get the shits until refill day.  BUT I DON'T STEAL HER PILLS.  Hell, most of my drugs are better than hers anyway.  Not the point, but damn.  So now she's home, convinced I'm the reason she's out of her meds, because whatever she didn't take she can't find...and you know what, that serves her right.

While she was in there, I had a doctor's appointment of my own.  I had my pain management appointment and several things about that scared me.  That makes two doctors now that have told me that this staph infection running rampant will probably just kill me dead if I don't deal with it sooner rather than later.  I can't afford to live without my device, but beyond that, from what this doctor can tell, the cyst is wrapping around my spine bad enough that it's affecting my ability to walk now too.  Some days I'm fine, some days my legs buckle mid step and I look like I'm walking drunk.  My god I wish I could get drunk....But anyway, beyond just the pain factor, which there is a really lot of mind boggling head spinning, make you want to rip your ears off just to distract yourself from the burning hot iron of ache running from your tailbone to the top of your head while your whole spine throbs.  And did I mention while it's doing that every little bone spur (all 17 of them in various places on various vertebrae pressing on various nerves of their own) ping off little spikes of pain in various directions and to various limbs?  I promise, there really IS A REASON they put me on pain pills for the rest of my life.  When we talked about surgical removal of any of those spurs the orthopedic surgeon looked from me to my husband and said "my insurance isn't that good, I wouldn't operate on you with someone else's hands".  And that was the end of trying to find a surgical solution to by back pain.  Anyway, beyond that, there's this infection in there.  Sepsis in a body like mine is fatal.  It's not something any doctor is delusional enough to think I'll recover from...I may LOOK pretty healthy on the outside, but I'm one fucked up body once you peel off the skin.

Moving on,  how this is affecting me I cannot fully explain.  I want nothing more than to be a functional human being.  To get up in the morning, have a cup of coffee and go sit in my living room and watch the world go by while I putter around the house and do what I can do.  But I can't.  When she's here, she makes messes I can't contend with, she feeds all our food to the animals, she does whatever she can to alienate us all and then treats us like we are demons for wanting some independence of our own.  Before we moved here, we weren't doing great per se, but we did ok.  We had our car to go places, we had happiness.  I can't find my happy.  I don't know how.  And I feel so lost and so sad that I can't be happy for my children while all of this is going on.  I need help and I know that.  I need counseling, maybe to have my psych meds upped a bit.

I'm hoping maybe some of my readers out there will have some encouraging words for me because if now is ever the time to start commenting, I REALLY NEED IT.  On that note, I'm gonna go clean up a pile of puppy shit and help phiz go to the bathroom, maybe in that order or maybe not.
Until next time...