So this could be my last post….ever. Going to the dentist today. I decided it was time to put my big girl panties on (*wink* Lisa) and just do it… at this rate, if I survive, I may be bungee jumping or alligator wrestling by next week. Bare in mind, that’s a pretty big if.

Yes, I am terrified of the dentist. I have delivered 2 babies, naturally. I have been hit by a car, twice. I had a 3rd degree burn on my finger once, did not hurt at all…even after they sewed it back on. Case in point, I’m typically a bad-ass chick just not when it comes to the dentist.

I feel like I have said it a million times, “Going to the dentist tomorrow.” “Yep, finally got in to the dentist.” “Oh, I would love to, but I have to go to the dentist.” “Is it Wednesday already? I need to remember I have an appointment today…at the dentist.” in hopes that one, just one person will respond with a, “Pssst, the dentist ain’t nothing!” They don’t. They gasp. They’re eyes bulge. They reinforce my fear. God I love my friends.

Maybe the dentist will put my fears to rest, perhaps it will just turn out to be a ruptured eardrum or something. Perhaps it’s nothing a few pain pills and ice cream for a few weeks can’t cure, or a quick swab of antibiotics. Then, on my way out the door I will be allowed to stop at the big, huge treasure chest and pick a new pencil or a sticker. I dream.

Someone I will update you later today. I’ll be o.k., I should be o.k., (Pssst, this is the part where you say, the dentist ain’t nothing…you’ll be o.k.!)

* just in case: Boys- you will have to fight over who gets to drive my car, like you did in high school. To my sisters- yes, I was the one that told on you. Dee- for you, all my ground beef. Chuck & Lisa- please carry on my FB legacy. Mom- you told me there was a tooth fairy!?!? Rich- Keep checking under my pillow (you know, just in case)

This is brilliant, ingenious, artistic and perfectly orchestrated! Enjoy!

“The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.”
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Repetition is based on body rhythms, so we identify with the heartbeat, or with walking, or with breathing.
~Karlheinz Stockhausen

Repetition is based on body rhythms, so we identify with the heartbeat, or with walking, or with breathing or throbbing.
~Heidi M.

So I went and hung out with my boys and future daughter-in-law the other night. We had a nice visit and watched a little T.V. I wonder if I’ll ever get used to seeing them pop open a cold beer…and then drink it!!! A tall glass of milk to wind down after a long day would be just as refreshing. What’s with all the fancy names and flavors now? In the olden days we drank Corona’s, Coors and maybe an occasional Budweiser, (barefoot in the snow) we survived. I can’t even pronounce most of the name’s nowadays, let alone know what they are. I was there for about 3 hours and remembered I still had to go to the store, the same store I went to a few weeks ago and realized I had 2 different flip-flops on while I was there. Yeah like I’d make that mistake again, I did do a double take on the way in…to be on the safe side. I return home, kick off my matching shoes and put my groceries away. It was shortly after that, I realize my shirt was on backwards. I would like to thank my kids for pointing this out to me and allowing me to go shopping like that. (In their defense, it was a tank top and wasn’t that noticeable…still.) No wonder the employee’s at the store are extra nice to me. Realizing I’m not the sharpest too in the shed, they either a) feel sorry for me, or b) they’re terrified of me.

It’s been so quiet on the home front, and I have finally been able to sleep a little better at night. You remember my flea rant from a few days ago? I know you are all on the edge of your seats wondering how it turned out, I have good news and bad news. For the hell of it, let’s go with the bad news first. I got home that night, put my shirt on right and vacuumed for about the 648th time that day. Shortly after, my b/f got home from his bff’s friends house, (he had been there for a few hour working on a compressor …or somethingthat sounds like that.) We’re standing in the kitchen talking, and guess what I see? Damn flea, hopped right in front of me like he owned the place. As I stomp, flick and drown the bugger, as I’m freaking out talking I see another one. @#!¿¢#!!! It was then b/f decides to play it safe and vanishes in to the shower. Like a ton of bricks, it hits me. I hustle my fanny into the bathroom, grab his socks and shake them into the sink…I see a 3rd. Having solved the mystery, I realize I’m a frickin genius!! B/f was bringing them home from his friends house. It all makes sense now. He stores some of his equipment there and goes over there 3 to 4 times a week. We have a problem.

After going through and RE-vacuuming the house, I sat down to do some soul searching access the situation. I needed to make some decisions. Although I love my furballs to no end, I can’t spend $80.00 a month on flea drops, (that are obviously over priced by $79.99) $50.00 in vacuum bags, not to mention hours and hours of vacuuming. It is unfair to make them and us  suffer, I have to do what’s right. I was a hard decision, really hard. I am now looking for a good, caring, loving home, preferably a home that does not have any other animals. God, I’m going to miss that man.

It is now about 1:oo a.m. I get my P.J.’s on and start to unwind for the evening. Now, I have a little confession to make. I had been having a horrible craving for ice-cream all day and up to this point, was doing a darn good job resisting my urge. (I don’t needs more pounds right now just for those pesky little guys to feast upon!) I did some internal reasoning with myself and decide that after the night I had, the ice-cream was well  deserved. If you also count the decision I had to make, I deserve a decent sized bowl of it. All comfy and cozy, T.V. on and a pillow and blanket awaiting me on the couch. I get out my decent sized bowl, grab a spoon and feast my eyes on that Dreyers container I had thought about resisted  so well. Are you kidding me? Who does this? Why?

I must now go back and revise my ad to the following: Looking for a good, caring, loving home, preferably a home that does not have any other animals. Comes with free pad-lock for freezer.

This is one of the cutest things I have ever seen. For you that know me well, despite what your thinking…no this is not me as a baby, somebody else actually talks as much as I do!!

I have been on a Vodka kick for the last few years lately so I’m always looking for new experiments. I came across these, and although I haven’t tried them yet, they sound absolut-ly delish!!






Cheers!!

…blogging for this special announcement:
15 days!!! O.k. so one bad day in the midst of those 15, but do I really have to start over completely?? It appears (knock on wood) I have this O.C.D. demon back in check. (Yaaa me!)
Thanks to all for the wonderful emails, words of encouragement and prayers! I couldn’t even begin to tell you how much it means to me.
(Yaaa you!)

*That weak stomach disclaimer goes here*
I found a flea.
It was on me!!

We all I know that 1 flea equals 1 million fleas. I am convinced my house is infested. I have a huge phobia of fleas, for good reason. They are small, sneaky, they bite and have more kids then the Pitts/Jolies- in one shot! They are lurkers, hiding, waiting for their next feast and without warning, you have a bite the size of Mt. Everest. My cats are both indoor cats, so how did they get fleas? No wait…I have them, not the cats! The 1st one (yep, more than 1, 2!) was sitting on my arm…waiting for the right moment, I’m sure. Like a bat out of hell, I ran to the bathroom, jumped in the tub and flicked that sucker in a stream of water. They say you can’t drown a flea, but if you stomp on it simultaneously it gets the job done. I’m pretty much freaked out at this point, how many more are there? Where are they? I decide I can’t stand in the tub all day, I need to get my big girl panties on and deal with it. The 1st plan of action is to access the situation. The 2nd plan depends on my findings. I check and recheck the areas my cats frequent looking for “evidence.” I find nothing. Perhaps I just need to double up on my meds., perhaps I had just stomped and drown a little piece of dark lint. My search went on throughout the day, I was still “evidenceless.”
That evening before bed, while preparing to feed my precious little balls of fur, I saw another little piece of dark lint on my white sock….hopping. Again, I tackled, stomped and drown the sucker. I conclude it’s time for the 2nd plan. Wait, what was the 2nd plan? Take action. I re-access the cats, again, nothing. Honest to God I am the one with fleas?  I get new vacuum bags and drop $80.00 on flea drops. The package clearly states “use on cats only.” What?? They have no flea drops for humans??? So be it, I declare war and drip the drops on my precious furballs. I vacuum and vacuum, I change the bag and re-vacuum…no fiber went untouched! Needless to say, I had a severe case of the hee-bee gee-bee’s and got very little sleep that night.
First thing in the morning with yet another new vacuum bag, I vacuum…again. I then gather both furballs on to the bathroom floor, I tousle their fur and inspect. Now, this was a bittersweet moment for me, although I am now freaking out even more I’m somewhat relieved to see I am not the only one with fleas. They were all dead but still…just sayin’. I tousle and vacuum several times before coming up with, what I thought was an ingenious plan. We don’t need to go  into details but long story short, cats DO NOT like to be vacuumed! I tousled and vacuumed throughout the day until the coast was clear. By nightfall, the furballs and I appear to be flea free.
After going through the same routine the following morning, you’ll be happy to know; my flicking, drowning, stomping, tousling and vacuuming seems to have paid off. Cat flea drops $80.00, vacuum bags $8.99, victory…priceless!!

Pssst….for complete flea control year round, use Diatomaceous Earth (Food Grade, NOT the kind we use for swimming pools) who knew?