I thought (there's the first sign there'll be a problem) that 2007 sucked ass and that 2008 would be the relief I needed to get past such a sorry year.
But damn how I was wrong.
In December, due to the ice storm we had no electricity for 9, NINE, days. We had a small generator running the heat but we couldn't run anything else really. Heat and the bathroom light for 9 days. My life sucked. I didn't put up a Christmas tree. I didn't do anything to decorate. I could barely muster up enough strength to do anything. Our house suffered some damage too. A tree branch poked a hole the size of my head above our bedroom. Another tree branch brought down part of our chain link fence. We had limbs down everywhere and we only have 3 trees in our entire yard. It looked like a warzone. We lost everything in our deep freeze, refrigerator and top freezer. Nearly $1,000 worth of meat (Bob had gotten a deer and I had bought a ton of hamburger over the summer).
(I'm home now, hello Jose, my new name is Margarita)
So, ice storm, no electricity, no tv, no nothing but heat and a light in the shitter. Yeah, fun. NOT. I'm a true 80's child so SIKE or PSYCH is completely acceptable language here. Whatever. More margarita please........ Alrighty then....... Hey, Martha Stewart is funny......... oh, where was I? OK, no power, no Christmas tree, no money for gifts, yeah, life sucked. Anyway, Christmas comes and goes. Let's don't and say we did. And now it's 2008 and, well, it still sucks. The ice damage has to be fixed. We have yet another severe windstorm and my roof is shot. I have 3 layers of shingles ON TOP OF WOOD SHAKES. Hello, KY Jelly, please send me a dozen or so cases of your shit cause I'm about to take it up the ass in a big way.
The roofers come, two if by land, three if by sea (more margarita please) and give quotes. Bob and I weight options of faking our death for the measly $25K of life insurance (more margarita please) vs taking out a loan to get the roof fixed (WTF is wrong with my glass?, MORE MARGARITA PLEASE!!!!!!!!) Margarita salt...in my nose....... how did that happen.... just what is that stuff? Do you need to adhere it with lime or will water work? Oh, yeah..... roofers. Ew, some of them seriously need to bathe. And have dental work. Yeah, we pick a roofer who doesn't' need his teeth sandblasted and who is licensed and bonded. His crew takes only 4 days to annihilate my roof and throw the new one on. Amazing. Damn, thank God I have a backspace key to fix typos........ Mark Barone..... ya think he's a little light in the loafers? (still watching Martha Stewart) (more margarita please) New roof in 4 days. Ok, I forgot what I was saying.
Oh, the trauma of my life that could have brought me to tears last week (or was it the week before?) well, it's temporarily resolved. For now. We'll see what happens in a few weeks. Shit could hit the fan still but for now I won't be altering my life.
Hey, have you thought about putting those stupid, ugly, insanely expensive light bulbs in your sockets yet? I have. I've got 8 bulbs changed so far and all I have left is my damned ceiling fans and those are the expensive ones..... like $4 each bulb and there are 4 bulbs needed per freaking fan. Martha's over, now it's Jon & Kate plus 8, also known as the poster parents for birth control.
I forgot what I was talking about........
MARGARITA
Oh, roofers...... roof's done, damn good job, highly recommend. Broke, never be able to afford toilet paper again.......
I have more to discuss about the drama at school last Thursday regarding my precious, amazing, light-of-my-life, wonderful, perfect, amazing kid getting assaulted at school. Can't type now at all, the Jose Cuervo is kicking in too well but it's one hell of a story.
Hey, where's my glass...... is it immature to drink margaritas from a Shrek glass you got from McDonald's?
Monday, January 28, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Life's Challenges
I'm not going into details here because it's not technically MY drama, it's a family members but I need to vent and I need to post here so here goes.
Every 2nd Monday of the month, I try to go to Owasso to a support group. It's for people who have had WLS but I joke that it's for AA. It's really for WLS people though so if I see you and tell you I was at an AA meeting, don't believe me. Three or four of us carpool down there to Owasso. It's in a wonderful, clean, pristine, new hospital there that is a great facility to have it at BUT it's in the middle of nowhere. The shortest way there is to exit at Claremore and drive about 25 miles on back roads. By the time we get down there it's dark and the roads are windy and I don't know where the hell I'm going so I'm ever so grateful to have my friends with me to tell me where to go so if/when we get lost it's not entirely my fault (I drive my friend's van). BUT, after my day this weekend, things changed.
We had a major upset at home and while I'm not going into details let's just say it's life altering.
So, I needed to get out. I needed the fellowship of my friends and I seriously planned on going SOMEWHERE. I did really want to go to Tulsa, the drive would have been very refreshing, but the location of the facility is hard for me and I found out that my other friends probably weren't going to be going. One was but the other wasn't and we take her van (one of the ladies who goes may be too large to fit in my Jeep). The hospital is not in an area I'm familiar with and I didn't want to end up in a ditch or hit a deer and be completely alone. So I didn't go. I should have gone but I didn't.
I had planned on leaving work early to help my daughter sell Girl Scout cookies but I didn't. I was too upset. I called her school and had them send her a note that asked her to go home with a friend for a little while. Bob had to work over (THANK GOD!) so I had the house to myself for a full 90 minutes. I sat down and cried. I started dinner. I cried. I went over my bills. I cried. I paid bills that should have been paid last week and the week before (I'm ahead, they weren't past due) but I didn't have time to do it. I cried. I unloaded and loaded the dishwasher. I cried. I washed the towels. I cried. I folded 3 loads of laundry that was left on the couch. I cried. My last chore was to climb a ladder and replace 5 incandescent light bulbs with the new energy effecient yet terribly expensive flourescent ones. You have to know though that I'm deathly afraid of heights. I'm 5'5" and I'm too tall if you ask me. If I fall it hurts. I should be shorter but I'm not. I should be swaddled in bubble wrap every morning before I set foot out of bed. So, after more tears, I climbed that damned step ladder and replaced bulbs. Once, twice, three times...... finally, on the fourth time I didn't need to hold onto a wall. The fifth one didn't get replaced because it was time for me to go get MWH but it's fine. I did it. I was up there at my own free will and by God I did it. I can do this. I am strong. No matter what happens in this situation, I'll be ok. We'll be ok. I can tackle that little blue step ladder and anything that comes my way.
Every 2nd Monday of the month, I try to go to Owasso to a support group. It's for people who have had WLS but I joke that it's for AA. It's really for WLS people though so if I see you and tell you I was at an AA meeting, don't believe me. Three or four of us carpool down there to Owasso. It's in a wonderful, clean, pristine, new hospital there that is a great facility to have it at BUT it's in the middle of nowhere. The shortest way there is to exit at Claremore and drive about 25 miles on back roads. By the time we get down there it's dark and the roads are windy and I don't know where the hell I'm going so I'm ever so grateful to have my friends with me to tell me where to go so if/when we get lost it's not entirely my fault (I drive my friend's van). BUT, after my day this weekend, things changed.
We had a major upset at home and while I'm not going into details let's just say it's life altering.
So, I needed to get out. I needed the fellowship of my friends and I seriously planned on going SOMEWHERE. I did really want to go to Tulsa, the drive would have been very refreshing, but the location of the facility is hard for me and I found out that my other friends probably weren't going to be going. One was but the other wasn't and we take her van (one of the ladies who goes may be too large to fit in my Jeep). The hospital is not in an area I'm familiar with and I didn't want to end up in a ditch or hit a deer and be completely alone. So I didn't go. I should have gone but I didn't.
I had planned on leaving work early to help my daughter sell Girl Scout cookies but I didn't. I was too upset. I called her school and had them send her a note that asked her to go home with a friend for a little while. Bob had to work over (THANK GOD!) so I had the house to myself for a full 90 minutes. I sat down and cried. I started dinner. I cried. I went over my bills. I cried. I paid bills that should have been paid last week and the week before (I'm ahead, they weren't past due) but I didn't have time to do it. I cried. I unloaded and loaded the dishwasher. I cried. I washed the towels. I cried. I folded 3 loads of laundry that was left on the couch. I cried. My last chore was to climb a ladder and replace 5 incandescent light bulbs with the new energy effecient yet terribly expensive flourescent ones. You have to know though that I'm deathly afraid of heights. I'm 5'5" and I'm too tall if you ask me. If I fall it hurts. I should be shorter but I'm not. I should be swaddled in bubble wrap every morning before I set foot out of bed. So, after more tears, I climbed that damned step ladder and replaced bulbs. Once, twice, three times...... finally, on the fourth time I didn't need to hold onto a wall. The fifth one didn't get replaced because it was time for me to go get MWH but it's fine. I did it. I was up there at my own free will and by God I did it. I can do this. I am strong. No matter what happens in this situation, I'll be ok. We'll be ok. I can tackle that little blue step ladder and anything that comes my way.
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