I wish this week would end already. Longest. Week. Ever.
We've got a shuffler here, too. Grown woman that plays tennis like 4 nights a week, yet can't manage to summon the strength to pick up her heels when she walks.
Right now she is backstage with The Tragically Hip or possibly on her way from backstage to my ex's with The Hip to continue schmoozing with them.
They are in town for 3 nights and my ex's current girlfriend is cousins with one of the band members, Gord Sinclair. He gave them all front row seats and backstage passes plus the band usually stops by the house when they are in town.
So cool for a 13 year old to be part of. Hopefully there will be pix to post.
U2 is in town tonight. I wish I was at the concert. I also wish you could understand the scale of an event like this in a fairly small area like Raleigh.
A good example would be when the state dopes held the state fair opening the same day as a big NC State football game across the street. Traffic was backed up for hours and miles.
OK I'm hijacking my own thread. That's legal right?
I wish I weren't so puny and weak right now.
Today I got up and made breakfast. I made 2 rabbit in the holes with 2 of the 7 duck eggs I got from Thanksgiving and/or Christmas before they met their certain doom.
Had 3 cups of coffee with whipped cream, because I'm outta milk. Fed the dogs from the last can of canned dog food. Talked to one of my aunties for almost an hour and a half about her struggles with one of my cousins (not her child).
Took my meds. Lifted up my head, put my shoes on, loaded the trash in the back of the car (I have to take my own trash into town), loaded the dogs for a fun filled trip around town, and headed off to the grocery.
I was doing pretty good. Dropped off 2 bags of trash, wrestled the dogs mid 20 mph navigation when they noticed a derelict squirrel.
Got to the Grocery store and barely made it to the front door when I realized there was no way in a flea's chance of hopping across Niagara Falls that I was going to make it anywhere other than back to my car.
It was a very shaky and a little scary walk back to my car. I felt so puny and weak and PISSED off. I don't want to have to go back to the hospital because of this. I want to make and keep enough blood so that I can get this overwith in 19 days. FRIGGIN PISSES ME OFF!
So I have no cows puss and blood, no canned dog food, it was all the energy I could muster just to walk back from my car to my house. I had to stop at the front porch and rest.
I HATE IT!
So if anyone is going out, mind stoppin' at the store for me for a few things? I appreciate it.
I'm in smalltown Montana. We have 2 grocery stores. Albertsons and a mom and pop. I don't think they will deliver. But here you are lucky if they will carry your groceries out.
Once I have a VERY snarky carry out person who said to me 'what are you disabled?'.
But otherwise its a good idea. I may still try it. I've developed a "Oh I know you" kinda relationship with some employees around town and they may be willing to help me out.
The point is... I've always been such an independant person for so long, this just pisses me off. You know?
Lea - Bider isn't in Missoula, that's a much bigger town than she's in but way to the West.
Bider - I'm very sorry you're going through this but you need to lean on whoever you can right now. Can your boss or any of your co-workers help you out? I know Montana people and as weird as they are they'll help when you need it.
DJ you crack me up and it is soooo true. These people out here are strange but they are VERY generous. They'll as soon as shoot your dog as build a house for you.
I'm just pissed off that this has been goingm on (probably) for years and it comes to THIS before anybody takes any notice.
If you talk to any of my friends or family they will tell you that I have complained for years.
My own mother wrote me off. It is hard not to feel some resentment.
I wasn't kidding! It sucks! It is debilitating! It has limited my abilities.
I'm not angry at any person but I can still be angry and angry about the situation.
Even still only a few people have realized how lethal the situation was. Surprisingly, those few people are a very ex-boyfriend, a very want to be boyfriend, and a rouge ex-coworker.
ALL males. I don't get it. I called my Auntie, here in town, on Friday to put her on alert and I haven't heard from her since.
WTF?
Plus one of the dogs (I think it was Marlon Brando) chewed up a roll of toilet paper in the hallway and I don't have the energy or the balance to clean it up. So my place looks like a rave.
Wanna come over?
"Ta Friggin da"
This message has been edited by BiderSpite on Oct 4, 2009 9:48 PM
I adopted my dog marlon brando and there are a couple of flies in the house and I've been armed with a fly swatter.
HE is CERTAINLY afraid of any such said fly swatter. Be it a fly swatter, a rolled up magazine, or even an organized slap of the hand, M.B. will find the furthest corner to cower in.
WHO THE F beat him!?
Poor honey baby. I rubbed my fly swatter all over him and assured him that he is safe with me. But never fails... Somebody spanked him into fear.