Tuesday, December 23, 2008

I'm grateful for all I have to do

I wrote a bitchy post about having to help my two younger offspring get to work, but I deleted it. One has a truck, but I won't let her drive it, because it's not fully registered and it needs insurance. The other lost her license for failing to report an accident to DMV. That, and she doesn't have a car. They take the buses when they can. The buses leave something to be desired, but they don't cater directly to us and what we get is what we get.
I get up at 4:30-5 o'clock every morning of the week. My two days off? I have to get YD to the bus stop at 5:30 to catch the bus to her job. When I am working she rides down with me. MD needs to either get to the bus stop at 6:30AM or be picked up at work at 9PM depending on her schedule.
I was going to bitch about it because I commute for 3 people, 7 days a week.
My last sentence on that post was...Don't get me wrong, I am grateful that my daughters have jobs when there are families with no income. That stopped me in my tracks. What the hell do I have to bitch about at all???
We have a roof over our heads.
We have food on our table.
We have each other.
We have our health.
We are all working!
So...I am grateful that I have to commute for three people. I am grateful that my children are able to work and do work. I am grateful for ALL that I have. That includes all of you reading this, because if I wasn't writing that last post to complain to you, I would not have realized all that I have to be grateful for.

And to lighten up the mood even more...I give you Ziggy (next to Dante who makes THE Zigster look even smaller).

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

OMG! Brrrrr.......

I tried to find an award to give all of y'all who live in the snow, snowlike and downright freezing areas of the world.
I failed to figure that out. (Brain freeze)
It is only 40 degrees here. There was frozen stuff on my windsheild at 5:30 this morning when I went to take MD to her job. I had no business out there at that time, but there I was, trying to remember all I have learned about taking that crap off the windsheild...OH YEA! plastic credit card type thingy. Scrape, scrape, scrape...four frozen fingers and one frozen thumb later, I can kind of see through the windsheild. I turned on the defroster, which only works on July 16th, when the temperature is about 75 degrees out. Turned on the heater too. It warmed the truck up real nice. To about 35 degrees. (Yes, you read that right, it went backwards)
I am now sitting in my frontroom with my sweatshirt and jacket on, and mittens. I can see my breath. My furnace has decided to NOT work, I am out of firewood and my little space heater only works in a tiny space.
I live in California people! Granted I am not in the part of California that is 75 - 80 degrees year round (cause that is like a myth!), but our temps are usually low 50's at the worst. I am not prepared for these temperatures. I can't deal with this!
N E WAY...I just want to say, you all are awesome. Think warm thoughts for me today. I am going to try to fix my furnace, so that when I get my heating bill my tears over the cost won't freeze!

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Hurry, hurry, hurry,

That's been my entire day.
I hurried, got up, got dressed at the butt crack of dawn, no before dawn, to wait for my daughter to finish getting ready for work so I could take her to the bus stop. (It's a mile away from us.)
Then I got home, waited for the second daughter to get up. (I had to go out and remind her it was time) She got up and ready, while I WAITED, so I could hurry her down to the bus stop. (I sure wish they were all on the same schedule)
Then I came home and hurried around trying to get the second coming of Thanksgiving dinner together. (I decided to cook another one, since I didn't get enough of the leftovers from the last one)
I had a Dr. appt at 12:10 to get my hip checked out and that is always a hurry up, get there, then wait thing. She ordered X-Rays so I hurried down there to wait. Then hurried over to the pharmacy to wait.
I then hurried to the store to pick up last minute things I had forgotten and hurried home because I have some guy coming to look at the washer/dryer I bought a few months back and don't need anymore. I may get my $100 back.
Now, I am waiting for him.
I'm also waiting for the turkey to be done.
And for my youngest to call to tell me when she will be home.
Then I am also waiting for this headache to go away.
I did not hurry up to get that, I think I got it cause I was hurrying.
Dr. gave me new blood pressure medicine.
She also gave me a once a day "painkiller".
I didn't want a painkiller, I wanted an anti-inflammatory. When I told her that, she said that is what that is.
Do you understand now, that this is precisely the reason I hate going to the doctor?
Plus it ended up costing me $75, so I am hoping the guy comes and actually buys the washer/dryer. That will pay for my not wanted trip to the Dr.

Monday, December 08, 2008

No Rain!

I suppose since I spent my formative years just south of San Francisco...meaning I was really influenced by HIPPIES, I fell in love with this video when it came out in the 90's. I love the little girl and she makes me feel a little sad because of the "story" being told in the video. Maybe I was a little like her growing up, maybe I am like her now.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Meet Mr. Ziggy!

I should have known that when YD came back from her adventures that my family would not just grow by one...or two...but three.
After she came home and settled in, we worked on getting her dog, Dozer back. Dozer is a gorgeous liver colored Australian Shepherd and when she had left last year, she had to give him up. The poor guy went through a couple of families who did not treat him right. We petitioned to get him back and we got him. (With some new found bad habits, that we are now training to fix.)
She went to see her girlfriend one night a few days back and called me to tell methat she was one her way home and said I am bringing home some mini love! I knew, that we were in trouble! Last week or the week before she was talking about wanting a Rottwieler and I put my foot down. NO! We have two big dogs now and a small one, so a Rotty would be so out of the question. We got Mr Ziggy instead. Now this one I can live with.
Her boyfriend's mother bestowed Zigs (as I call him) upon her. He is a pure bred Chihuahua with about as much personality as one can stand. He already thinks he is as big as my German Shepherd and has charmed us as much as our Aussy. Except that we all think that when it is nap time for Zigs, one of us has to sit down with a blankey and cuddle him. So he gets his beauty rest, ya know?
My big ol' orange cat Purrcy is three times bigger than Zigs! But I can't get a picture of the two of them together, cause well..the big ol's orange cat worries Ziggy just a little.