Awhile back, hubby and I had just got out of the truck about the same time another couple got out of their car a few spaces in front of us, heading across the parking lot to venture into Wally World. As we took a few steps away from the truck, Hubby hit the key lock thing, locking the door, which makes a ‘beep’ noise when you hit it. He hit it again, whether by accident or on purpose, I don’t know but it ‘beeped’ again. The lady of the couple in front of us told her husband to stop doing that to which he replied that it wasn’t him. When Hubby realized that the other lady thought it was HER husband that was playing around, Hubby just took off with it. He kept pushing the button and making it “beep” as we continued to walk toward the store.

Each time, the wife would tell the husband to stop and each time the husband would hold out his hands (showing her that he didn’t have the key thing) and swear it wasn’t him. As soon as the man puts his hands back in his pockets, Hubby hit the ‘beep’ again and once again, the wife told her husband to stop and he denied it as usual.
Hubby did this 4 or 5 times and each time, the lady would laugh and tell her husband to stop and each time he would tell her it wasn’t him. We got so tickled that we could hardly walk. They kept going back and forth with “Stop” and “It’s not me” the whole way across the parking lot. Hubby hit the button again making it “beep” several times in a row and the lady in front of us swatted her husband and started yelling at him to stop.

Once she started yelling, I told Hubby he should quit so the other husband doesn’t get his ass kicked by his wife.

My oldest daughter has asked me to take her this weekend to open a savings account so she can put her tax refund in there. I could hardly believe my ears when she suggested SAVING the money


We haven't seen much of the BF since a very candid conversation we had with her a couple of weeks ago. I don't know if the conversation had anything to do with it or not but I'm hoping she's getting a little wakeup call from all of this.

She's still not making an effort to drive, which is going to be the one thing that hurts her but the line has been drawn and all bets laid on the table, so to speak, and this is the way it's going to be. She still doesn't get the fact that come June 13th, I'm done, Daddy's done and it will all be on HER shoulders to find that ride. She asked me earlier this morning what she was supposed for a ride when we, the rest of the family, go on vacation in July. My response was, "You're supposed to have your license BEFORE then, K. If not, then I don't know what to tell you. Start planning now for a ride but after June, that's it. We're done with the rides for you, you know that." That was met with silence over the phone.

I know she thinks we're not serious about this whole ride thing but I do think that there is a very small part of her that is starting to wonder and get worried.

It is out of my hands and into hers. Where she goes from here on out is completely up to her but I will still encourage the slight changes I see taking shape and hope for the best.

I'm not feeling to good and I'm about half grouchy so this post will probably end up being crap before I'm done.

Just to catch those of you up who care (and if you don't, then skip this part), I got the results back from my doctor. Chest x-ray looks good....nothing showing and heart is of normal size (I'm sure there are a few who would argue that it's non-existent ). Back x-ray confirms scoliosis....doctor suggests therapy 2-3 times a week but that ain't happening. Blood work looks good except that my vitamin D level is low so she called in a prescription for a supplement (which I'm really debating on taking or not) and my cholesterol isn't too bad, she just suggests that I watch my saturated fat intake.

So now that all of THAT fun shit is out of the way........

I've been fighting this cold since Saturday and it sucks!! If there is one thing that I really don't like, it's being sick. I get miserable and cranky and before it's all said and done, I don't even like myself too much before it's over.

Blah...blah...blah...anyway.........

Friday, after work, I met Hubby at the local watering hole, otherwise known as a bar . Me, of all people should KNOW...KNOW....KNOW....NOT to go into someplace called Murphy's Law . Do I learn? Nope. I haven't learned yet and I'm sure I won't learn anytime soon. It seems like everytime I go in this place, something happens. Doesn't necessarily mean it's bad but it's usually either bad or just plain odd.

I have fallen off of my stool (and wasn't even tipsy
), which caused EVERYONE around the bar to look in my direction . I've watched a lady, that I don't know, pull up a seat beside me and finish off a plate of nachos that Hubby and I were done with...nothing but crud left on the plate but she had at it like it was a gourmet meal. I've had one too many tequila shots and ended up breaking my shoulder (not AT the bar but it was a contributing factor ). I've shot pool balls across the room (not intentionally, of course) and I've been given a stuffed monkey by some woman that I only met on Friday as a friend of a friend.

Ok...the other stuff, is pretty much my own doing. I screw up and make an ass of myself almost everywhere I go. I am used to this. The woman eating the nachos just made me raise my eyebrows and move away but the stuffed monkey threw me. I didn't know whether to accept it or run from it. I'm not used to strangers just handing me a gift. I started to ask what she wanted in return but figured I would be better off if I left that one . I still don't know why she gave me the monkey but it sure did create some interesting conversation throughout the evening

I’ve been told by some that I have a very expressive face and for the most part I think this is true. I’ve also been told by some that I’m hard to figure out, that I’m not that easy to read.

I know…contradictions……..seems to sum up my life..

I do have an expressive face. There aren’t many emotions that go on inside of me that don’t show on my face. If I’m angry, there is no guessing that fact. You will KNOW it. Same thing if I’m sad. It’s there for the world to see. This is one of the reasons I don’t make a good liar. This very expressive face of mine will tell on me every time but on the other hand, I have an excellent poker face. I can’t explain it.

Although my emotions may show outwardly, there are some things that don’t show on my face, or at least, not as easily. When someone does pick up on certain things that I thought I was doing a pretty good job of hiding, it always make me stop to wonder if others can read me just as well or is that just SOME people have this ability.

I came across this last night while in a discussion with a friend of Hubby’s. This friend is someone who pops in here and there for a short visit every few months or so. He’s not someone I know very well but always end up in these odd discussions with him. It’s not the discussions that get to me. It’s the uncanny way he has of seeing a little deeper into me than most people do or can.

While in a discussion about my son last night, he turned the tables and started digging a little to deep into me. Not that he was digging for answers or even asking questions. He just made some observations that I would rather he hadn’t made and this wasn’t the first time he’s made observations regarding me. He’s never been rude or even said anything remotely out of the way. He’s never tried to push an issue that he brings up. He simply states what he thinks he sees and I never confirm or deny what he puts in front of me as far as his observations go. I just let him say his peace.

Should this bother me? I don’t know if it SHOULD bother me but it DOES bother me. It bothers me on several levels. It bothers me that I don’t really know this guy that well and he feels the need to make observations about me. It bothers me partly because he’s not far off his mark which makes me uncomfortable then I get irritated at myself that I even bother to get uncomfortable with his observations.

I just want to cover my eyes and tell him to stop looking at me.

Childish……….I know.......but hey, my soul is NOT open for public viewing and I’d like to keep it that way.

I went last week and had a physical done. This was the first physical I’ve had since I was playing sports as a teen. Needless to say, it was WAAAAYYY overdue and the only reason I pushed myself to go, now, was a pain I’ve been having in my side that won’t go away so I figured I best have it checked out.

After the normal gathering of information which always makes me roll my eyes. They want to know EVERYTHING, which I guess is good but jeezzzz…..it takes more time to play 20 questions than to do the actual examine

Some of the questions came as a surprise at first but it’s only because sometimes I forget my age. I am at the age when some things start to happen or at least they start watching for. I’m used to going into the doctor and them telling me..”Oh, you don’t have to worry about that yet.” Well, I think some of the YET is here and it really makes me take stock of my age in years.

One of the questions that made me think…”hmm….uh oh…..I am getting up there”……was when the doctor asked me if I had trouble holding contents of my bladder. I told her that if I laugh really hard, I’m subject to piss my pants. Ok…I know..nothing like telling on myself but hey, it’s the way it is. Don’t want me peeing my pants, don’t make me laugh. She goes on to tell me that the occasional laughter pee isn’t what she’s talking about, that’s pretty normal according to her. I knew what she was talking about but hey, ya never know if it IS normal or not until you ask, right.

Anyway, she tells me what I already knew about the kegel exercises to strengthen the vaginal walls but then she tells me, “There is a therapist that works with this type of thing, if it should become a problem”. Ok…I had no idea that they had people that actually did therapy on something like this. I didn’t ask for details. The picture that came to my mind in that split second wasn’t a very good one so I figured I’d just leave it alone until it was necessary.

As the doctor began the examination, I was telling her about my side, the pain and what I had noticed about it. She does the whole doctor thing…..”uh huh…hmmm….ok…”….then takes the stethoscope and puts it on my back, telling me to take a few deep breaths. While she’s behind me, listening, she asks if I ever have any chest pains, numbness, tingling or shortness of breath…………this is where my mind shut down. I don’t know if it was just routine questions or if she heard something funky in there but after those questions, I couldn’t remember that I came in there for my side and the pain in that and I couldn’t remember the questions that I wanted to ask her. I tell her that I don’t have any of those going on but that I do get pain in my upper back from time to time”. She then pushes and pokes around my upper back until she gets to the right spot mentioning something about people getting cysts on their spines, blah, blah, blah…..”Have you ever been diagnosed with scoliosis?”……I answer, “No, but Hubby swears that I have it”. She precedes to tell me that she’s pretty certain that I do have it and that sometimes scoliosis will “shift” things around inside and cause different pains and maybe that’s where the pain in the back is coming from.

She orders a chest x-ray (…”because you’re a smoker”) and has them do several x-rays of my back also to confirm if it is scoliosis and how bad it is.

So, I get a tetanus shot, a HUGE knot from the shot that hurts like hell, my blood taken, a round of x-rays and the very pleasure of hearing someone in the room next to me blow chunks the first few minutes I was in my room waiting for the doctor only to find out…………..NOTHING. Oh yeah….and that most likely I have scoliosis but I pretty much knew that anyway I just wasn’t bright enough to do something about it when I was younger and I STILL have that damn pain in my side.

Next time, I’m tying the doctor to a chair, duct taping the mouth and going down my list of complaints and questions and undoing the tape question by question so she can answer. That way I don’t get sidetracked and forget what the hell I went in there for.

As it stands now, I’m waiting for the results of the x-rays and blood work, which will probably take a week or two. If she doesn’t call me back in for those, then I will have to go back about the original pain in my side because it just won’t go away.