Down with the Sickness

Hey guys! Are you happy to see me posting again? Gonna give me gratuitous love on my comments because you missed me?

God, I have been sick for what seems like an eternity! I can't even breathe right! Either one side is stuffed and the other is runny and makes for breathing difficult. OMG I turned into a mouth breather which makes me feel like I had cotton mouth sooo bad. My lips got all chapped and everything. Not a very good feeling if you ask me.

So I was at work and this lady I work with was all ; This is Tina, she is sick so you don't want to go near her. She was training a new person. I was all I am not contagious. New girl looks over at me and says that's ok I still won't kiss you. As they were walking out I was all Damn you're breaking my heart and we all had a good laugh.

I work making compasses. Very easy work considering I get to sit and count needles and tape them to pieces of  cardboard. I get to listen to my music and forget the rest of what's going on. I just wish this sickness would leave me so that I can start cracking jokes again.. or singing. I sing at work. not sure it drives my coworkers nuts yet so I do it.

Gonna go blog over at my other site about some more serious stuff and my rage. Bye!!!!

Having a job sounds like a paycheck

So I have worked for 5 days at my new job. I am an assembler for Brunton Outdoor Group and I put compasses in packages to be put into more packages to be put in more packaging to be shipped off.

The job is a no brainer. I like it because its repetitive and not hard to learn. I like it because I get weekends off and I am home by 4. M -F. Then I get to do this for Halloween. Where my creativity runs rampant and would have been really picture heavy if I hadn't started feeling like crap again and lost my light source. I had a few other ideas in mind but I guess those will have to wait til tomorrow or next year.

Anyway I wanted to say hey and that I am still around.. just that nothing is funny at the moment because I am too damn exhausted to think straight and while that is always a good thing for my warped sense of humor I always manage to not write it down to remember it later or I go to sleep.

My body is screaming at me trying to figure out what the hell I am doing to it and my fingers doth protest too much.

Good night 

To Calm This Raging Beast

I am a grouch in the mornings, when I don't eat and during that time of the month. I don't deny I also get whiny and snarky too.

So today I had a pretty good morning.. migraine pain at an all time low than it has been. I went to town today to do some errands and get something to eat.

We go to the only restaurant in town that still allows smoking and usually the service is mediocre at best. I know all my Riverton readers know exactly where and I bet will commiserate with me when I say that some of the waitresses need to bring their A game. Anyway so we were seated, Cody was seriously nice and always is, tells us the special and told us our waitress would be with us momentarily.

Now usually that means within a couple minutes one of the waitresses assigned to that area will be right there.. Not today. We sat there for 5 mins which is longer than usual. We didn't have silverware, ashtray or drinks in front of us. Was half tempted to get up and leave when low and behold our waitress shows up.

By this point my sugar level was dangerously low and that migraine I had managed to keep at a low was starting to surge forward and make me into a raging bitch; I bit my tongue. We ordered our drinks and she didn't bring silverware to stir the coffee with or an ashtray.

We watched where she went which was a hidey hole up next to the cook station where another waitress was draped across the bar at the front of the restaurant talking to some old man flashing her cleavage. I began to bring the snark.

I think this "little"* waitress knew I was getting pissy because she finally shows up 10 mins later to ask us our order. Joe ordered a Centennial which is eggs, ham and holandaise sauce over hash browns. I ordered a Chicken Cordon Blue with shoestring fries (like the ones at McDonald's) and a side of cottage cheese. So I know that it takes time to get the food ready. No problem but Joe needed a refill on his coffee because when she came to fill our order she brought the ashtray but NOT silverware which we asked another waitress to get. So she was gone again.

(*meaning high school or just graduated high school waitress)

Finally our food gets there, Joe orders a Large glass of milk and wants a refill of his coffee. I am just fine now that the food is here. Not even a 1/3 into our food and he still doesn't have his milk.. he contemplates going up and having words with her. When I spot her she has a small PINK glass of milk for him and manages to at the last second grab the coffee carafe to fill his coffee. She said and I quote: "I forgot what size milk you wanted and almost forgot your coffee. Those girls are distracting." trying to play it off that it was someone else's fault.

All I could do was keep my eyes averted lest  I drill or burn holes into her because the service she provided was seriously shitty.

We finish and had been talking back an forth, I was being snarky. I guess it didn't go away once I ate like I thought. She brings the tab. Joe looks at it and she didn't charge for a large milk. Aww ain't she sweet I managed to sugar coat the sarcasm.

We leave the table and go pay for our meals. The routine question was Did we find everything to our liking and how was everything. We said the service sucked and explained what happened. We got a discount and we tipped the cooks. Because the food was excellent. She didn't get a tip.

Kinda sucks huh sweetheart when all you would rather do is hide and giggle with the other waitresses WHO have jobs to do.

In the end I got ice cream which is a surefire way to calm the raging beast within.

P.S. if I were a critic of restaurants that place would have gotten a D. The only good things about it were the Host, The cashier and the cooks. 

Pillsbury Dough in Porn

So this is short and sweet.

I was sitting in Taco Bell with my mom and kids. I was telling my mom about the Pillsbury Cinnamon rolls and how yummy they were. But instead I said Play Doh cinnamon rolls and we both just stopped chewing and I was shaking in silent laughter because I couldn't believe I had just said that and then I went and tried correcting myself (which I should never do because it makes it worse) I came out with Playboy cinnamon rolls and that was the icing on the cinnamon roll because we both couldn't stop laughing. We decided to end it there lest it become something even worse which at this point I wouldn't even begin to wonder what my brain would have spouted forth as an idea.

And this is why I should be allowed to sleep in however late I want. I blame this fiasco on the lack of sleep caused by migraines.

The sweet sticky goodness of Pillsbury Cinnamon rolls. 

MA or Migraines Anonymous

ok maybe not anonymous but I couldn't think of anything catchy that didn't make my head pound even more.

So I decided I would start a support group for migraine sufferers.. if only on paper. See when I am under the influence of a Migraine (wouldn't that be a good title? MUI?)  I tend to forget things and things get fuzzy. Like today, and I don't forgive this Monday of being a holiday because it was a Monday, I managed to lock my keys in my car.

I had plans to pack my car full of my boyfriends things and move them to my house and put gas in my car and go to Wal-Mart my home away from home. All before my boyfriend had to go to work.

Joe says "Umm Babe we have an issue. Your car is locked and are the keys in it?" I am like yeah I leave my keys in the car. Well hell what a wonderful way to start the day. So we spent the next 20 mins trying to shove a hanger into the door to unlock the car. We decided we weren't patient enough since we had things to do and we left. We packed more things and I called R.C. Lock which I then found out they didn't have anyone to send out to my house and because I wasn't "local" meaning in town or within a block radius from their shop I wouldn't be serviced. WTF?

So I called another place to find out what it would cost to have someone come out and key my car so I could get in it. 80.00 freakin dollars!!! I must have made a noise because the guy on the other end said it was either the 80.00 or break a window.. How is that saving me money?? Not only would I be out 80.00 but I would also be out a window and then the money to fix said window.. Talk about a lose lose situation. I said I would get back to him. Luckily I knew someone who fixed it for me in less than 5 mins. Why is it that I have no patience for stuff like that but have infinite patience with needle point or cross stitching?

So on the one hand I am ever so grateful for not having to spend 80.00, and only happened to be a small annoyance to deal with other than it being Monday. On the other hand I still don't have relief from this migraine. Does that make them idle? Aren't idle hands the devil's playground?

I didn't make it to Wal-Mart to get sour cream, hair dye and Dawn dish soap. I guess there is always Wednesday or Thursday to get that stuff.

P.S. I did manage to get two more keys made for my car which makes this day productive other than the moving part. Now if I only don't lock myself out again.

P.S.S. I also forgot to mention that my phone provider went out today and not entirely sure how long they were down without power. 

For Amusement

I know, I know this isn't about bowling balls or things/people that look like them but its still about Wal-Mart. So today I had some fun with the kids.

This is my werewolf child. The evil clown in the background is also my child. 

I wish my pictures moved like in Harry Potter because then you could have seen the shifty eye motions she was making to make the wolf look crazed. 

This is what happens when you put an adult clown face on a child. 

The tie was almost his entire body length.

I am so glad he didn't want to be the clown. Then this happens. 

This is my 13 year old son. I don't know what he was thinking. But it was funny.. I said if we braided the pigtails and made them stand straight out at the sides of his head he would be Pippi Longstocking. He didn't know who Pippi was. :( I also have to point out he would make a great Raggedy Ann. (again with the funny looks) 

Have you ever seen Nightmare Before Christmas? To me this looks like Oogie Boogie. 

Here she looks so sad. I can't remember Frankenstein ever holding his arms out and moaning like a Zombie.

I wish I could have gotten pictures of the skeleton masks with the hoods that were all metallic looking. Reminded me of Death Eaters. And a regular skull mask reminded me of Achmed.

What are your kids going to be for Halloween? Mine are going as Babyface Blue Eyes (gangster. Think Al Capone or Scarface) and Bat Girl and a Wizard.

I might even dress up as Aphrodite or Athena. Just need the toga/robe/gown and gold sandals. The rest I can do at home. 

When I am depressed I think I would be better off as a Zombie.

I have been suffering for quite some time with a migraine.. It's going on 8 days now. I don't get relief from pills and nothing touches it. Sometimes being unconscious works and most times I wake up and its still there.

On the days when its mostly a raging inside my head I just want to cry and hide in a hole.

I think the reason for my migraines lately is depression. I have had a nasty bout this time around and I just think I would be better off a mindless being. At least being a Zombie I wouldn't have to worry about the pain, or emotions that come with living. Being a Zombie means no humanity left. I won't care who I eat and I won't have fear of looking down the barrel of a gun or a flame thrower. At least someone can put me out of my misery and not have to worry about having a guilty conscious for it.

For those of you reading.. this doesn't mean I am going to do something stupid. This is my way of dealing with things since I don't put much stock in counselors. I have friends and random strangers to vent to and hopefully someone can give me some rare and exceedingly good advice. But that is asking too much and I digress. I am here because I can't sleep and I have had a really bad revelation tonight about the dynamics at my husband's house vs. my house.

I am not thrilled with it and I am trying to learn how to deal with it. It's on my to do list. Right under Patience. I have to be patient and some days I would rather be a patient than patient, because at least then something is happening instead of hurrying up and waiting for something to happen or to do something.

I am a doer. I can't just sit around and wait for things to happen although I have had a bad case of having to do that lately. Sitting around causes depression for me. I see how things should be.. I see things that I want and most of them out of my reach. I need a certain item to do anything and I bet you all know what that is..

I want to be a zombie to forget everything. I want to eat the rich and not be the least bit phased by it. I want them to suffer the bite that we middle and lower classes have had to deal with. So if I can equate a Zombie bite to the way of life we live then I know that everyone will understand what I am talking about.

ok now I am rambling. But for the record I am not giving up because FUCK giving up. Giving up is for losers. I am going to keep plugging away at life because I have hope that in the end I will get what I want and be rewarded for good behavior.