D D Happy Birthday Alexandra

Jill put together a cake for Alex.

She turned 7 today and I thought she was turning 8.

Her dad had to grab her long hair and hold it back away from the candles seconds after this picture was taken.

I missed getting the best shot.

As soon as she saw the picture on the box she turned to her dad and her eyes lit up and she gasped.

In this picture she had just turned back to finish taking the wrapping paper off.

As I heard... when Jill brought the groceries home...Butch went his way and she went her way. He came back at 2 p.m. something.    Shit Faced!

When he left to go get his daughter he was still Shit Faced. sigh!

Being stuck in traffic sobered him up some on the way back here.

Jill called him down on driving drunk with his daughter and he denied it in front of me. Told her to shut up.

Has forever told me he doesn't drink and drive when he has his daughter.

We had eaten and he wasn't happy he missed out. He was gone a few hours at the very least.

It was almost five when dinner was put on the table.

After cake and gifts he took her out to eat before going home as she had last eaten chicken nuggets  noontime at McDonalds and did not want McDonalds food again.

She had just gotten back from FL when Butchie picked her up.

Olivia's mother was there to see her daughter too.

I stand corrected on her mother's boyfriend's daughter Olvia's age too. She is 8 and in the second grade. Alex is in the first grade.

Christmas is coming......................................

So lets see if I get this correct.

His gas, electric, truck insurance and cell phone will be shut off this week for non payment.

Getting mighty cold here in these parts. Frost last night and I saw 26 degrees at 8 a.m. this morning.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

He has a propane heater Jill told me. hmmmmmmmmmm  Are those not supposed to be vented. Like with a window left open ?????

He's a fireman. He should know..........I hope.

THE ELECTIONS ARE OVER !!!!

Did not like reading in my newspaper " Republicans Stopped At Massachusetts Border".

Not one bit........sigh! :0(

Still think a message was sent to those in government that us peons are tired of feeding those Fat Cats.

My sentiments EXACTLY !!!

Hubby woke at 2:30 a.m. with bad heartburn and turned the lights on to find his antacid pills.

That of course woke moi. 

For awhile there I entertained the thought of getting up and making my coffee. I shit you not!

He must have rattled pill bottles a good 5 minutes and was making movements in bed.

Then I wake at 7:10 a.m. and he slept to nine. sigh!

Now the morning is over. It's 12:19 p.m. and I am hungry. 

We ate meatloaf last night. Think I will make and enjoy a meatloaf sandwich. YUM!

Butch took 4 hours off from work this morning so he could keep Alex overnight and bring her to NH to school this morning. He won't be around until tomorrow morning again.

I didn't see Jill drink anything yesterday.  WOW!!!!

Once home from grocery shopping she worked her ass off putting the groceries away and preparing and cooking last nights meal and the birthday cake.

Wonder if she is feeling less pain. Will ask.

Felt pretty good yesterday. Has slight discomfort since she ate lunch.

Finshed half of her Shepards Pie. Instead of a meatloaf sandwich, I ate the other half.

Forgot that she made that as well yesterday.  Yum!

Hell, I just plain like food.  Hubby gave me the old ," you could eat shit on a plate with gravy covering it".

Interpreted ; I'm not one bit fussy.

He does not like gravy. His loss, not mine. :0)

He is eating cereal for lunch.

I have chicken soaking in buttermilk since last night planned for tonight's dinner.

Found a Southern Fried Chicken recipe in another blog we are trying tonight. 

It's not what it looks like!  I shit you not!

Hubby was determined to get down into that basement of dirt and shut off the water to the outside so the pipes wouldn't freeze.

Getting down is a feat in itself.  Getting up and out is a MUCH BIGGER FEAT!

I had to untangle his legs a few times. He can't feel them and just knows they are stuck...somehow or on something.

It had to have taken him a good 20 minutes with me standing there to help him to get out into the diningroom and pull himself up on a chair to a standing position.

Then he headed in the bathroom to take a shower.

Every year I wonder if I will have to call the fire department to get him out of there.

This year there should be no more reasons to go down there.

 He put a new filter in the gas heater the trip down there before.

You ask where Butch was........................at the Moose getting drunk.

Got to get a move on and do something.

As I say..........even if it isn't right.

That's All Folks!