D D and.... I don't even like you....

Not you. The dog! 
I awoke at 7:11 a.m. to see Jill helping hubby back into bed and the next time I was woken by a dogs COLD NOSE sniffing in my ear. :0(  Looked at the clock and it was eight twenty. The rest of the house was quiet and Jill and Gil had left for work.  So much for lying awake last night planning my words to her this morning. sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
No sooner than I chased the dog out of my bed and came back in my room ...there lay Cash curled up to hubby...whom by the way tells me he never lays on my pillow ( see for yourself ). Cash rose up when he saw the camera...he's water bottle shy cause he knows I squirt him when he's DUN WRONG and can't tell the difference between a camera and a squirt bottle. ;0)

CASH is not use to getting up so early and STAYING UP.  I shit you not!  He gets up when Jill is getting Logan ready and off to school week day mornings and then goes back to bed with her.   He doesn't give a shit if she decides to sleep, watch tv, talk to her adoring public on the phone.....he just wants a body in bed with him. 
She finally admitted last night ( while under the influence ) that he was a bad investment. 
He chewed on and ruined the portable closet I just purchased and she set up and the expensive bicycle pump yesterday. Those are just the latest things he has destroyed. :0(  Considering the price paid for him, the normal cost of vaccinations and the like, the skin parasite testing, the meds that didn't help cure it, the meds I ordered online that did, the severely sprained foot he got from trying to reach up on the table for something and slipped and fell on it wrong ( xrays, pain med, visit ) not to mention the bill for the neutering, another parasite skin test to be examined under a microscope to determine if he was cured of said parasite, a micro chip implanted  and the many, many things he has destroyed ( not taking into account the many,many dog toys he has tore apart .... I'd say it was... I who paid for that bad investment. I shit you not!  All funning aside....this dog needs obedience school.  The word NO is like talking to the wall.  Blank look is all you get from him.  :0( 
Logan is at his dads house for the weekend. Heard him giving his dad a blow by blow account of what he has been doing as to why he has not gone to see Julie and Erzi..  The JERK must have laid the GUILT TRIP on enough to get him to go there. MIND YOU... He himself is NOT THERE. He is in MS.

SO...the morning starts off on the wrong foot ....and....
hubby wants to get up.  Like what's stopping him????  He's stuck he tells me. 
   ( Just had to chase Cash with the water bottle all over the back yard. He got hubby's cookie wrapper out of his trash bucket )
I head out after chasing Cash off our bed again, to make our coffee. Come back into the room and hubby is sitting on the side of the bed.  Asked him what he was trying to do ( meant ...sit up with his pillows behind him to drink his coffee, go potty ) and again he tells me he can't move. Sorry....but it was here I asked incredously...how did you get from laying down to sitting if you can't move?  " Get the fuck away from me" he yelled with a nasty look on his face. Told him I was only too happy to oblige him and went about doing my own thing. :0) I'm happy to report that he is now sitting up drinking his coffee and has taken his meds. 
I HAD TOLD HIM if he was looking for me to LIFT HIM....it wasn't happening. NO CAN DO!

Cash is quiet....just turned my head to look towards the diningroom . There he was curled up in the chair in my room using my purse as his headrest. 

Nice bra.:0) It's a wonder that he isn't dragging that around out in the yard. HE HAS BEFORE!

It's 9:45 a.m. I'll do what I was going to do earlier when hubby bit my head off. Make him some pancakes.

He's fed and I'm feeding my own face...Quaker Weight Control cinnamon Instant oatmeal with blueberries.

After last nights dessert...what can I say.  Every bit helps???;0)

Last night as i was changing hubby's dressing ...Jill informed me that i was only suppose to be doing that ONE TIME A DAY, not TWO as I have been doing. sighhhhhh Where in the hell did I get the idea I was suppose to do it two times a day?????????  Just the other day i was bitching to myself that they didn't give me enough bandaging supplies to last two weeks. DUH!

I have read and re-read the instructions. One I can read that is a printed form. The other is in a doctor's handwriting.  Is it what the nurse that came that Sunday to change the dressing the first time said???

Well SHIT..I could have saved myself some work. I shit you not!

Looking around...I have plenty to do. The new mess I made in the kitchen , coffee pots to clean and everywhere I look I see something that needs to be done. Utensils falling out of the holder needing re-arranging, counters cleared off and straightened up AGAIN, dishes, pancake griddle , dog food mat needing wiping up, laundry. All that GOOD STUFF and hubby will be wanting help washing up. 

Frigging flies are coming in the open door.  As soon a I close it one or the other of these dogs will piss on what I call my carpet...It's a RAG!  Hubby has been annointing it faithfully. sighhhhhhh

Checks to make out, my shower ....POOF goes the day. BB later.

The hurrieder I go, the behinder I get!

Decided to just throw some shorts and a top on. Screw the shower!

   Hubby:  Can you come do this for me.

So I go to our doorway and ask "what?" 

Hubby: Empty my pail so I can shit.

Shaking my head in disbelief I ask him why he can't shit in that pail with that little amount of pee in it.

Hubby: It might go over the top.

Now this is ME THINKING...You have to be shitting me!

Told him he had plenty of room.

Hubby: Are you sure? 

I'm sureeeeeeeeeeeeeee I assured him.

False alarm... all he did was piss. 

Next...Randy shows up to tear the rest of that bedroom out and spied the roses on the forms four feet down that he dug and asked what the story was.  Yup,yup,yup...drunk that explains it. He got them out of the hole for me to enjoy. Then I told him about my thoughts on her needing to go to AA.

You can't make her go ma, it won't do no good...you can't force her...you have to want to go...court ordered is no good either, too many people are there because THEY WANT TO BE THERE. 

Soooooooooooooooo what am I to do?????? 

Sitting here listening to that hammer pounding and him tearing wood, sheet rock and the likes out. Hubby is dozing.  UNBELIEVABLE! I shit you not! Cash is snoring away in the chair next to me too. Is it ONLY ME who hears these sounds?  Know it's a neccessary EVIL. It's just that after filling Randy in on what's been going on the past few days I'm all Hot and Bothered again.  The other kind of Hot and Bothered!

He's a dumb ass. laid papers on my table which I figured were more paperwork for me to sign. He was written up for passing someone on the LEFT.  $75 fine.  So I brought it to his attention that he left it there and figured he wanted me to see it. He grabbed it up saying, " I can beat it."  "Don't worry about it."

Yeah...I sure as Hell won't !

Then he wanted to know what color I had decided on for my roof.  Sure as Hell won't be the color Dual Brown that was left in my driveway.    Told him Forest Green and gave him the printout.  Same company, same shingle...Just a different color. :0) 

You ask why Forest Green? Why not! Hubby is Irish through and through and I thought it would be a nice gesture on my part. ;0) This is the first time in his life that he has had NO SAY SO in something little or BIG!

Now it's 1 p.m. Back to the grind.

Not so quick Pat.  Phone call from Jill telling me that this Shindig was running late. Riders ( motorcycles ) didn't start on time . It will be after six before she is home.  Then she asked how my day had been.........and I told her I woke in a not so good frame of mind because.................she didn't feed hubby. 

I told Michelle to she said.  Michelle was coming over to visit him and I asked her to get him something to eat.  I told her there was no sense discussing it when she still had work to do and we hung up. She called back soon after.  Gilby is right here and he says he asked papa numerous times if he wanted something to eat and he said he didn't want anything.  I don't know why Michelle didn't get him something, but I'll get to the bottom of it. I would not intentionally let him go hungry. 

I spring this news on hubby and....he says Gilby did offer and he did refuse. "What could he cook me" he asks.   I'm thinking ...SHIT if I know!  Like the kid is going on 21 December 7th.

Figure he's good for Kraft mac and cheese if nothing else. sighhhhhh Not what I would have wanted for him though.  Hubby claims that Michelle never asked him what he wanted to eat or IF he wanted to eat.

I shall get to the bottom of this..............  is he trying to punish me for not staying home with him??? Maybe, maybe not !

I get myself exhausted from all the confusion. I shit you not!

FOOD ...why is food so comforting????? The clam chowder left over from the day befores Shindig had MY NAME ON IT!   I heated it up...wasn't all that good. Good, but not delish and now I'm bummed out. Now that dessert last night....was a horse of a different color. I shit you not!

While I was spooning the chowder in my mouth DIL Kim was messengering me online. Now it's 2. sighhhhhhhhhhh

Hubby has somehow got his bandage off ...funny how the tape didn't kill him with pain when it came off. He hollers when I try to do it.  Sure as Hell didn't just fall off. You can quote me on that !  Then he begins in a whiny voice to ask me if I can wash it. It's hurting him.  AN incision has NEVER LOOKED THIS GOOD!

No redness,  no swelling, NOTHING. Nice and clean.

Got him a warm soapy washcloth like he requested ...then I finished the job.

Still can't get over that I have been doing this twice a day and was questioning myself as to why the medical supplies were running short and thinking that the V.A. Fucked Up.

Know what ? I'm mentally tired.   Going to go lie on my bed with the Sunday paper and hopefully over all this DESTRUCTION NOISE  my mind will close down.   LATER!

3:40 mentally rested or rested...I'm awake.  Apparentley Cash thought I had enough sleep and jumped up on the bed.  Have I been asleep an hour? Longer?  I do feel rested.

While I was sleeping Randy discovered that the back to back closet ( the parlor and Logan's bedroom ) has been leaking. Insullation is wet. Now I have to take all the coats and stuff OUT of the parlor closet. 

 EFF ME!  Better to be discovered now, BUT dang....

Hubby's sister Ann called him and they are having a good talk. Hubby wants /wanted to know when he would know if all the cancer they cut out of him is gone cause his sis wants to know. hmmmmmmmmmmm That would be when/IF it comes back or goes somewhere else. Something like that. sigh!

I haven't been told ....WHAT NEXT if the cancer wasn't all caught.

   So now I'm clearing off those parlor bureaus to pile MORE CLOTHES ON.  Another portable clothes closet in there is out of the question..whether it's a chewy for Cash OR NOT!  No room at the INN!

It has to be...what IT HAS TO BE.  A reminder to myself...it isn't forever.

Maybe I could use part of the third storage unit of Tracie's. Jes kiddin!

Soooooooo now it's 8 p.m. Tracie is sitting in the chair next to me, Jill just said goodnight to the company she brought home with her at 6 p.m. and is taking a shower. MARK....you ask Mark who??? He's an old boyfriend of hers and another looser. Think I liked him a little better than the Whine Bucket and that's not saying much.  My mouth must have dropped open when he walked through my front door. I shit you not!.

He has one grown son .   Think he was seventeen when they broke up.   She cooked him and Logan up leftover steamers from the job she did.  Wondering what this is all about. I shit you not!

Was it just a week or so ago that she told me that someone said he was very ill and was thin as a rail.

I BEG TO DIFFER!  He looks healthy and ate like he was healthy. I shit you not!

This guy is quite the P O E T R Y writer. I use to sneak and read the cards he made for her. OMG does he have a way with words.   Quite the bullshit artist.  Now I know what hubby meant when he use to tell me " if you want to hear pretty words, go find someone else." Words do not put food on the table. I shit you not!

Are there any guys out there that have it all together???

Yeah....I kinda miss Mark. ;0) He may not have had a gr8...even good ...work history....shit, let's just say he had other things going for him. ;0)

Okay...enough Dirty Old Lady talk!

Night All......it's 10 p.m. Time to take some Nite All . My head cold is getting better and more zzzzzzzzzzzz's will be just what the doctor ordered.  I shit you not!

That's All Folks!