Thursday, March 12, 2015

Did you see this Seattle pig in dog obedience class???

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

It's that time of year again…

Saturday, March 7, 2015

...kind of blah.  I'm a little disappointed with the new colors announced today. I'm a sage girl with a lot of things but I'm not feeling the Fiestaware sage for some reason. I like the slate a little better. Not loving that one either…

Thursday, March 5, 2015

I needed to get my car inspected and I don't have that many days off this month so I decided to keep my morning appointment.  Chrissy was going to meet me but she couldn't get off her street and The Dad told me he had a meeting and couldn't get me until the afternoon.  Yeah, you heard me, right.  WTF?  Anyway, I decided to just mess around on my own.  Luckily I brought some stuff with me to do while I waited.

I walked over to Kings with my bag of papers to go through… I'm not a big fan but I do like the veg soup…

…and you can't go wrong with mashed potatoes…

…and my fave - cinnamon ice cream.

I had to waste some time! It wasn't enough time though.  Cara texted me the bus schedule to get to the waterworks - like that was going to happen!    I debated on walking over to Target but didn't know if I could on the main street with the snow and the traffic.

I seriously considered getting a room at the hotel next to Kings. My arm was hurting and I was like, fuck it, I'm just staying the day and I really wanted to take a nap!  I decided to mess around in McDonald's for awhile instead… so I got a tea and fries. I just ate but I felt like I had to order something.

I didn't eat the fries - I haven't been able to since I saw them referred to as cancer sticks in some article I read. I set up shop at a table there and did a few things. I pretty much exhausted the amount of time I thought was appropriate to loiter in McDonald's when I finally got a call from the car place. I headed over there and waited for awhile and went on my merry way.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

I have to say I gasped when Steve came back last season - apparently the cast was unaware of it too. Now, Jimmy/Steve/Jack is back! Whoo-hoo.

Well, wait. I don't know how I feel about this…

There really is nothing worse than a liar, right?

Especially when the liar is dressed in truth's clothing.

Monday, March 2, 2015

I remember, after my boob surgery, wanting to lay on the couch (that I had at Dixon House) with a blanket and the remote.  Instead, The Dad got the hell out of dodge and I got in my bed with the pup and Chrissy fell asleep in the living room here.  I remember after all the miscarriages laying on that Dixon House couch watching movies - Dave picked up take out and in no time at all - all was well in the world.  Or at least mine. Until the next thing.

I wanted to lounge on those couches today…

I went for my surgery for the skin cancer.  They said I could go myself and I wanted to, though I questioned if I would be able to drive or back up and get out of the parking space.  I ended up pulling through in the parking lot so I could get out with no problem. So the only thing I had to worry about was backing into the driveway.

I would be fine on my own.

I always am.

Chrissy insisted she meet me at the plastic surgeon's office. They were running late.  Really late. They finally called me back and I waited some more. The whole procedure didn't take too long, though it seemed like it took three hours for him to stitch me up.  I kept asking how many stitches I was getting and he just kept saying "lots."

We went to eat after and, honestly, I  just wanted to get back to bed.  When I walked in the house, though, I felt a little sick. It just hit me that I wasn't going to go up and lay on that Dixon House couch and David wasn't going to pick up take out. Instead, I had about 45 minutes before The Dad got back.  I hurried up and jumped into bed kind of shaking. I didn't plan anything for dinner (neither did he) but he did make me an egg sandwich eventually.  You know, his specialty and cure all for everything.

I wanted to be by myself for awhile even though "by myself" was the last thing I wanted. Does that make sense? I  took today off since the surgery was at a weird time  I should have taken tomorrow off. My arm is starting to hurt now and I'm worried about pushing wheelchairs or a resident grabbing me or getting MRSA.

And I miss those couches and, you know…

Sunday, March 1, 2015

I guess it's time to put the Christmas stuff away.