Sunday, December 9, 2012

God has Jokes

You know the saying: be careful what you ask for because you just might get it.  Well it's true.  Maybe not always but sometimes you get just what you asked for.  Let me just state that God and anyone who knows me can attest that sometimes I am the reason for blonde jokes.

About a month ago I thought that I should move the spare truck key off of DH's key ring and into the house.  I knew this to be a sound idea because it was only a matter of time that I would lock the keys into the truck.  I just put it off.  Then one day I went to get gas and when I went to get in the truck I saw my keys tinkling on the seat and the lock button flush with the door.  In an instant I decided that walking the mile to DH's work was preferable to the at least $35 dollar locksmith bill.  I also figured that it would take about the same time.  Two miles and 45 minutes later I am in my truck and on my way.  God heard me say that I should move the key to the house (which btw was about 200 yards max away) and that I should start walking.  Both got accomplished that day.

I told my neighbor last week that I should get a hide-a-key for the spare truck key and hide it in the bed of the truck.  My fear was being stranded across town again when the buses are not running. (The jeep took a nap Labor Day weekend and I got a ride home from some very nice strangers).  I also told him that I wanted to start walking again but I haven't because my IPOD is broken.

So, yesterday I go to the grocery store to get (you guessed it) groceries.  As I am walking out the door I notice that my keys are not in my purse.  You know you are too lazy or fat or out of shape when you start praying that you lost them somewhere in the store.  Turns out they were sitting all shiny and sparkly in the same fucking spot.  And, even though I kept forgetting when I was in PA to lock the damn doors, here in OK I have done so religiously.

Thus began the longest walk of my life.  That is what it felt like at any rate.  It was 4.4 miles to be exact.  I grabbed the frozen goods from the cap and set off and a decent pace.  I kept a good clip for the first two miles.  Then I had to pause and stretch(I noticed my hamstring tightening) around mile three.  The next mile I was hurting but I was still in good cheer.  I even took the time to thank God for this teaching moment.  With a mile left (from the gas station to the stop light I was at is a 1 mile walking path) I was done.  I had to sit for five minutes and give myself a pep talk.  I come up over the last hill and see the gas station.  I am elated for all of thirty seconds because that is when I got a terrible foot cramp.  I tried stretching my toes in every-way I could think of while walking and the pain was getting worse.  I finally gave into the inevitable and took my shoes off and walked the last 1/4 mile in my socks.

I am not an overly religious person.  But I have to say that I like the idea that someone beyond me is teaching me to listen to my instincts (even if it's something like where to place a spare car key).  Also, if I had to walk over four miles yesterday was a perfect day to do so.  I didn't have to many frozen Items to lug with me,  it was overcast so I didn't have to worry about a sunburn, and even though 52 is chilly its perfect for a walk.  Until the last mile it kept me from being over heated.  The last mile a baby could crawl fast than I walked so it did feel a trifle cool.

After, DH dropped me off at the truck I had to run to Wal-mart and I promptly bought the hide-a-key and placed the spare so never again will I have to walk for its key again.  Also, if I can make it over four miles with only my thoughts for company then I can walk the 1.5 mile circuit outside my apartment without an IPOD.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Brownie Overload or Sorry for my Random Obesssion

I lost my ever loving mind yesterday.  I was obsessed with chatter.  I told the twitterverse all about my brownies...twice.  I even tweeted a picture of them.  They were from a box and tasted just like they always do.  They were all I could talk about.  I was so happy when I could tell another person that I made brownies.  It was a sickness.

Now, I must confess, it really wasn't about the brownies.  It was the absolute bout of stir crazy I had.  I wanted to talk to everyone on the web yesterday.  It was madness.  I also had no motivation to leave the house.

Today, it's raining out and I will have to venture forth into the great wide world.  What is the task I must complete in the cool (but soon will be cold) rain?  Clint asked if we had a lint roller yesterday.  We don't so today I am going to get one.

I need a life...

Saturday, November 10, 2012

A dream that is normal for me

They say we all dream.  The proverbial they also say we don't remember most of what we dream.  To this is say: THANK YOU JESUS!  I know these two things:  I dream in color and my dreams are fucked up.

I had a dream last night.  I don't recall any of it except that there was this dude in regency clothes and it was weird.  I am not going to talk about that dream because lets face it I just did and this would be a very short post.

A few weeks back I jinxed myself by thinking about the fact that I haven't had an odd dream in awhile.  I fully expect to have a case of insomnia in the coming week or two because I am due and I had to remind myself of this.  But, hopefully, that one night I thought I might not sleep but I did will count.  I digress. 

The dream that still haunts me went like this.  I was driving around (I have no idea why) and I suddenly realized that I have to let my cat into my grandparents garage.  (For those of you who don't know my cat Fido is an indoor/outdoor cat.)  I rush to my grandparents house and Fido promptly runs into the garage.  As I am about to close the door I see the cutest kitten ever (He was blue/grey on top and white belly and muzzle.)  I cooed him into the garage too.  For some reason I followed them both into the garage (I was feeling rushed, but I had my reasons) and proceeded to walk into my grandparents kitchen.  I guess I wanted to say hi.  Fido and kitty follow me in.  All of a sudden there is barking from the living room and Fido runs in after it.  I rush in to save the dog from Fido and carry him back into the kitchen.

I wake up at this point and put Fido out.  Fido also woke me from weird regency dude dream this morning.

Okay so this may not seem all that odd of a dream except a few points that I will share now.  I live 1300 miles away from my grandparents.  If I was going to leave Fido anywhere in PA it would be at my mom's or at my Aunt Linda's house.  My grandparents are not pet people.  They tolerate other people's pets but if they never saw a cat or dog again they would never complain.  They would never have a dog.  My cat may have at one time or other chased a deer and a turkey and other cats.  He is smartly afraid of dogs.  He wouldn't rush in to fight one.  To me what is most odd is that when he ran into the living room and I chased the "camera" stayed in the kitchen.  I know that I got Fido out because I saw me coming through the door carrying him.  Also, I want to know what kind of dog my my decided that my grandparents had.

It's been a week and I still recall this dream vividly.  Its not the most bizarre dream I've had just the weirdest one in a while.

Friday, August 17, 2012

It's All Gone.

So DH's pc got infected and the only way we could cure it was to do a system restore.  I lost all that I written.  I have been thinking that this is a disaster all this week.  Today, I realized, it's a blessing.  I wasn't happy with what I was writing.  To be more specific, I was confused by what I was writing. 

Today, I have a new plan and a new outlook.  The premise is the same but somethings are different and that makes me so very happy.  I can do this!

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Good-bye Daddy

Im still in shock.  That I do know.  What I dont know is when it will finally hit me.  At just before 8 am my mom woke me up and said we have to go that hospice called and said that dad will die today.  I rush to get ready and we are out the door in 5 minutes.  Ten minutes later they call and say that he has passed.  He passed in his sleep.  He just slowly stopped breathing.

I know that at this moment dad is up in heaven scouting out hunting in heaven.

Happy Hunting Daddy, save some game for me.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Not a good Birthday.

I'm the kind of girl that looks forward to her birthday.  I love getting cards and seeing people wish me "Happy Birthday" on Facebook.  I don't expect presents with the exception that I buy myself with my husbands money each year.  In general my birthday is a good day.  Even that one where my mom took my brother and I to get our shots in what I can only describe as a drive by type thing was a good day.

Today, I turned 32.  I don't feel any older then I did at 31.  Today has not been a good day.  Now, it hasn't been horrible its just been one of those days that's kinda sucked.

Being the good wife that I am I slept in the office last night.  DH did not sleep well the night before so I wanted to at least not be one of the problems last night (I snore and I toss in my sleep).  I woke up when he went to take his bath.  So far, so good, right?  I had to pee.  You know the "if I get up and don't go strait to the toilet I'm gonna have an accident" type.  So I laid as still as possible for the next 45 minutes and then bolted in there like it was the salvation that it was.  Not the best start to my day.  I try to stay out of his way when he's getting ready so I got on the PC to do something (frankly, I don't know what I did).  Which is my usual routine...Except I didn't start the coffee.  That my friends is where the day started to landslide.

Thirty minutes later I realize that I have no coffee and I want some now.  Ten minutes later, I have a steaming cup of goodness in my hands to start my day.

I decide that seeing today is MY day I'm not going to work on my book.  I'm going to play my video game.  So I log in and all goes well on that front.  I'm doing my thing and it starts to rain outside, still day not half bad.  Around noonish Fido wakes up.  He usually wants food, water and a cuddle.  Today, He wants to go out (its stopped raining).  I open the door he looks at me with his sweet kitty eyes and I go out with him.  We walk around the apartment building.  He pees, we go in.  He takes a 30 minute nap then proceeds to go apeshit.  He started to climb up a stack of books I have in the office and he fell off.  Not being the most graceful person in existence, I laugh.  Because, let's face it, it was was fucking funny.  He starts his meowing wander around the apartment.  He does this about twice a week, so I ignore it for awhile.  His tone suddenly get's my attention to see him spraying my wall by his scratching post. 

Add in the news about my dad and well turning 32 has not been the best thing to happen to me.  At least not today.