Invisible Sunday

Invisible Sunday

¡Déjeme Sólo!

Every. Single. Time I walk out my door to do any kind of yard work I'm being accosted by those of Spanish decent. Doesn't matter what time of day. I'm thinking of mowing my lawn in the dark. If I had a head lamp on my ancient riding lawn mower, I prolly would. Maybe I'll zip tie a flashlight to the front.

I was needing a break anyway because I'm having to pick up trash that's been caught in my tall weeds or just generally thrown in my yard and I'm having to pick up large branches that have fallen over the last few windy weeks. My body is screaming because we have rain floating all around us and that makes getting out in the yard hard enough with out having to be constantly looking over my shoulder for another "Lawn Care Employee" wanting to offer his services. No ayuda a necesitó, gracias. No dinero. That would translate to: I ain't got no money and I don't need help. Thanks. Should I wear a sandwich board that says that? Maybe get a cool safety vest with that inscribed on the back? In Spanish?

So now I'm sitting here procrastinating going out to mow by blogging. Think I'll go play some Wizard101 now. Again.

Invisible Sunday

Neurosis. Go Get You Some.

Main Entry: neu·ro·sis
Pronunciation: \nu̇-ˈrō-səs, nyu̇-\
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural neu·ro·ses \-ˌsēz\
Etymology: New Latin
Date: circa 1784

: a mental and emotional disorder that affects only part of the personality, is accompanied by a less distorted perception of reality than in a psychosis, does not result in disturbance of the use of language, and is accompanied by various physical, physiological, and mental disturbances as visceral symptoms, anxieties, or phobias.

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My twelve hour shift last night can be broken down into two parts. The first part, in which I was sure I was dying and the second part, where I knew I wasn't dying.

It is not easier to call a paramedic when you know them personally and they are only walking distance away. It is not easier when you know the paramedic that is attaching electrodes to your body.

I'm fine. Blood pressure is great, normal heart rhythm, blood sugar fantastic. I think the combination of old lady hormones, severe female cramps and the added bonus of bad rain pain caused some anxiety that spiraled out of control.

It DOES make it easier afterwards to know the paramedic when he can make you laugh and not feel so bad about calling.

Yeah I Did

So you may or may not have noticed that my banner is from last year... with the year changed, of course.  I'm lazy and all but I have SOME standards.  I tried to make a new one but my creativity was all, blah blah bleh and non-existent. 

I planted flowers in my pots and seeds in my porch bed.  Three days ago the air was so dry that I was zapping my cats from across the room and my hair was sticking to everything.  Today it is so humid I can barely breathe. 

Working twelve hours tonight.  Must go to bed soon.

Easter

As a child, Easter was kind of a big deal.  As a child, any holiday that involved candy was a big deal.

The night before was always fun.  I remember the smell of vinegar rising in the steam of the boiling water as we mixed colors for our boiled eggs.  I remember our small kitchen and the magic of lifting out the eggs from the colored mixture with a spoon. 

I remember Easter morning, waking up to an Easter basket always sitting by my bed.  I remember my Dad hiding the eggs and my Mom inside trying to keep me and my two older brothers from looking outside and watching my Dad.  I remember all of us laughing at some of the places my Dad would hide the eggs.

After the hunt was the enjoyment of boiled eggs until we were sick of boiled eggs and how my oldest brother didn't like boiled eggs, but would always eat at least one. 

When my children were young, the night before Easter still involved the smell of vinegar rising in the steam.  They would help me and my mother color the eggs.  Easter morning my children awoke to Easter baskets by their beds.  My Dad still hid the eggs, but it was my Mother and I who would stay inside to keep my two children from looking out the window and watching my Dad, their Grandfather.  There was still much laughter at my Dad's hiding places.

Some where, there is a video of my then 90 year old grandmother looking for Easter eggs with her great grand children. 

When I was young we all understood what Easter was about.  Like we did about Christmas.  There are those who would frown on the lack of Jesus in our family on holidays like Easter and Christmas, but I wouldn't trade the memories I have for anything.  They include family.  Family and lots of love and lots of laughter.  And it was always that way.

Invisible Sunday

Invisible Sunday

OMG Cat Cannot Unsee

link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q31XdlsC4D4

Ugh

It was a long week back at work. Stayed pretty busy. It wasn't until about 4am this morning that I realized it was my Friday. It made those last three hours much more tolerable.

My yard is screaming at me to mow. I might try and do that today before the rain comes in. The air is heavy with the feeling of thunderstorms. Before I mow, though, I'm going to have to go around the yard and look for tiny bunnies. The clovers are in big giant mounds and they love to hide in there. I don't think I could live with myself if I knew I mowed over a baby bunny. Almost did it last year which is why I know to look first this year. Plus I've seen a total of three bunnies running around at night time when I'm going to work so I know there are probably some somewhere.

Because What You Need Is Yet Another Tune You Cannot Get Out Of Your Head

I'm not sure if I'm more creeped out by the lip synching or the fake hair or the crazy dance moves. Maybe the combination of all three.
Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYU7oG2V7uc

Back To Work

I'm sitting here wasting time until I leave for my first day back at work after being off for half a month.

We've got cold and snow in the forecast again. Booo!

I had Chick-fil-A for dinner. Haven't had Chick-fil-A in a very long time. The food was yummy but it brought to mind a pondering question. When your heart has been broken and you are past all the crap that comes with it, is it possible to ever get to a point where you quit thinking about them completely? I don't mean when you purposely sit down and think about your ex-boyfriends, but when things... things like Chick-fil-A, bring them to mind without you wanting them to be there. Does that ever stop? Will I forever be haunted by his memory every time I pass one?

The best part about Chick-fil-A? According to their store location finder, Oregon has none. And I'm secretly very happy about this since this is where he is living, last I heard.

I'm Sorry

I try to be tasteful in what I post here and you wouldn't believe what kind of restraint I have used in the past. But I can't help but LOL every, single, time I watch this. If you are offended by breasts that are not fully exposed then you should not watch this. And depending on what your gender and/or sexual orientation is, will determine how you just interpreted that previous sentence. Plus there are kittens.
Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9upTLWRZTfw

A Call From Arizona

My daughter and her boyfriend took off on a road trip for her Spring break to Arizona.   She calls me tonight and I asked her what time it was there.  She laughed and said, "You know, that's a really good question."  And neither of them could figure it out.  They crossed over a time zone, then there was the time change, except Arizona doesn't do time changes, or do they?  I told her to turn on the TV in their hotel room and find some news.  She was just grateful they had no time deadlines they had to meet.

Just Leave Me Alone

You may or may not have figured out by now that I don't interact with many people outside of my immediate family very often. Even at work, contact with other people is rare. This is of my choosing.

If I could add one thing to this house where I live, it would be a fence. Well... only after I put in a washer and dryer first. I like my privacy... and to do my own laundry in my own house without having to cart it around.

So it's another beautiful day and my daughter came to visit this morning. While she was here, I introduced her to Wizard101, an online game that sucked me in and has sucked away almost all of my blogging initiative because I can't quit playing! Needless to say, it sucked her in, too, and I found myself not knowing what to do because I couldn't sit in front of my computer while she was on it. I decided to go outside and enjoy the sun and do a little Winter clean up in the flowerbed on my porch.

Needless to say, it only took about 15 minutes before some guy pulls up and wants to talk.  He's a "re-modeler" and wants to do things to my house.  I explain to him, just like I do to all the people wanting to do things to my house, that I just rent.  Usually, this puts them off and they go on about their way.  Doesn't work all the time, though.  This was one of those times.

He talked about work he's done in the area and he gave me his address, both his phone numbers, and then asks me if he can call and check in after I give my "landlord" his information (which I rarely do because I know my parents) and then he said something about being friends, too.  As a dear friend of mine once said and what I wish I was brave enough to say is, "My friend card is full at the moment, but when one of them dies I'll be sure to give you a call". In the course of the conversation he asked my name and since my last name doesn't match my skin color, he ended up asking about it, which happens often, so now he knows I'm not married which I REALLY tried to avoid.  He didn't do it in a creepy way and I honestly didn't get any bad feelings from this person, but still.  I'm suspicious of everyone.

After he left, I brought in my stuff and told my daughter, "This is exactly why I don't want to ever go outside.  Someone always wants to talk to me."  Which, come to think of it, is probably not a real mentally healthy thing to say, but it's who I am and I like me this way.

I think next time someone comes up to talk to me while I just want to be outside enjoying Nature, not striking up conversations with strangers, no matter what they say or ask: "I work with the police, I have a big gun and not only do I know how to use it, I LIKE using it." 

Plus... this guy's name is Sham.  How can one ever trust someone with that name?  It's like eating at Riskey's Bar-B-Q.  Just not going to do it. 

And because I don't trust most strangers, especially of the male variety, I picked this up when I saw him park and kept it in my hand the entire time we were talking, gloves included:

I may not be able to say it... but sometimes one doesn't need verbal communication. And I did take the glove off when he took his leave and I shook his hand which was comparable to a well cooked noodle.  Women notice handshakes, too, guys.  This guy was no threat.  Or the pointy garden tool communication worked.

Health Alert For Your Kids

Thanks for passing this on, Bren!

Too Pretty

Sometimes it's so pretty outside I can almost not stand it. It was gorgeous yesterday. It is that time of year when the mornings are chilly and the afternoons are perfect. I picked a good time to be on vacation.

I've been off work for so long that I can't keep up with what day it is any more.

All of my family are out of the hospital and everyone is doing really well. Here are some flowers I cut from my yard to take to my mom. It's not a great picture because I could not set these down without the kitties wanting to eat them:

The flowers on the bookcase in the background are fake, if you are curious.

Yet, Another Day...

Vacation Day 2

Spent today at two separate hospitals. Both patients are doing fantastically well.

I got to see pictures of my niece's small intestine prior to surgery. It was awful the condition her insides were. The fact that she had no dead intestine is a miracle unto itself. She was up and about today and she had many smiles to share, although that is not uncommon on most days.

The difference between my mother's first hip surgery and the one she had yesterday (afterwards) are like night and day. This was a hip replacement replacement surgery, I guess. The ball was switched out to a smaller size and things were realigned. The biggest difference I saw today was that she wasn't sick like last time. She was immobilized last time and they had her up walking today saying she could put as much weight on it as she could stand. We are not sure if the difference is due to the doctors or the procedures. My mom DID say that if she knew it wasn't going to be as bad as last time, she would have done it sooner. Although she still says this better be the last time.

Saw lots of family today and that always makes for a good day. Didn't get to see my daughter, though, and I miss her even though she kidnapped me last Friday and made me go out in a public place. My cheeks hurt from laughing with her all day. We had pancakes and bought cool stuff from Hobby Lobby.

It was a gorgeous day.