Monthly Archives: May 2006
This was Luci’s first Memorial Day holiday. I know she doesn’t have a clue as to what the holiday was about, but she did know that Mommy and Daddy were home for three days. She got to play in the pool and the sprinkler. She’s learning that little black doggies shouldn’t sun bathe on the deck and she’s learning the importance of shade. Most importantly, she’s learning the joys of central air. We turned the AC on late last week because we knew it was going to get very warm (in the 90’s) over the weekend. Blacky has always loved the AC – he lays in front of the register in the kitchen so that he can have the cool air blowing in his face. Luci’s still trying to figure out where the cold air is coming from and what the heck is that noise? (The AC makes a little more noise than the furnace and it really gets her attention when it first kicks on.)
Hubby went fishing Sunday night so that left me, Luci, and Blacky home alone most of the evening. We got to watch the NASCAR race without listening to Hubby complain (he’s not a NASCAR fan). I had the race on while I was cleaning the house and Blacky and Luci were in the living room in front of the TV. I know that Blacky listens to the TV, but I’ve never actually seen him watch TV. Luci does watch TV. She seems to be able to the action on the screen and will follow something if it catches her attention. I’ve watched her try to figure out where the cars go when they zoom off the edge of the TV screen. At one point, she was watching the race when I left the room to go check on the laundry and when I came back upstairs, she was asleep in front of the TV. A true NASCAR fan!
I cooked out all weekend, just like I hoped I would be able to. We had ribs on the grill yesterday. I cooked them in the pressure cooker first so they wouldn’t take forever on the grill. Luci is usually in the kitchen with me when I’m cooking, but she wasn’t too sure about the pressure cooker when it started to whistle and make noise. She could smell the ribs that were cooking, but the noise the pressure cooker made when the pressure started to build spooked her a bit. She didn’t bark at it, she just sat and stared at it and then stared at me like "What the heck is that?" I tried to get her to go outside so that she wouldn’t be spooked by it, but she just sat at the back door and looked in at me.
It was a wonderful weekend. I got to spend time with Hubby and the dogs. I sat on the deck with Blacky and watched Luci run around the yard chasing squirrels. I got to splash in the wading pool and play in the sprinkler. I didn’t have any plans and I didn’t have to be anywhere at any particular time. It was nice and relaxing. . . . I can’t wait for the next long holiday weekend!!
This weekend marks the 24th anniversary of my first date with Hubby. (Yes, I’m one of those people who remembers stuff like this.) In honor of that wonderful date, I’ll tell the story of how we started out . . .
My first job out of high school was as a delivery driver for a local auto parts store. My across-the-street neighbor was the manager of the store and he needed a part-time driver. I needed a part-time job to work around my class schedule at the local community college. Hubby was the assistant manager at the auto parts store.
I didn’t like Hubby when I first met him and he didn’t like me. He was going through a rough patch in his first marriage and was (in my opinion) an asshole. He had no sense of humor, he had a short temper, and didn’t cut me any slack because I was a girl. He really expected me to lift 40 lb. bags of oil dry, 5 gallon drums of paint thinner, and lift brake drums off a tractor. He thought that I was an ice princess.
Over time, I found out about Hubby’s problems at home and discovered that’s why he was always in such a bad mood. He eventually started warming up to me and I learned that he wasn’t such a bad guy after all. We played practical jokes on each other – he taped up my coat and held it hostage for a day. I taped up his coffee cup with masking tape just after he had filled it – and taped it to the parts counter. He got back at me by taping up my entire desk. I gave up trying to get back at him. His brain works too fast for me.
Hubby’s soon-to-be ex-wife didn’t like me because I was an 18 year old college student that was working with her husband. At the time, I had just broken up with a boyfriend (another blog all by itself!) and had no interest in anyone else. Besides that, Hubby was OLD! (There’s a 9½ year age difference between us.) It actually got to be a joke at the store about me and Hubby having an affair.
Hubby got divorced on a Monday, he asked me out on Tuesday, and we went out that Friday. We’ve been together ever since.
Who says Happily Ever After never happens?
Okay, folks, I want to know if anybody else has had this problem . . . I’ve got a cold. Had it all week. But I’m getting one symptom at a time. You’d think that this would be a good thing. But it’s not. If I’m going to be sick, I want to be sick and get it over with. This has been dragging on for a blinking week. I’ve taken so much cough syrup and cough drops that I have no taste buds left. (Can’t taste, don’t want to eat . . .maybe that’s a plus?) And it’s not showing any signs of stopping. Started out with a scratchy throat on Sunday. Got a dry cough on Monday. Tuesday was heavy feeling in chest, productive cough, and raspy voice. Wednesday was the alternating stuffy/runny nose and watery eyes. Today is just the uncontrollable coughing fits. What in the world is with this one symptom at a time thing? Shouldn’t I be getting all the symptoms at once, have them last a couple of days, and then be done with this? At this rate, I’ll be sick all summer.
Oh, yea, it’s finally gotten warm here. I’ve got this cold and it’s 80 degrees outside. Supposed to be near 90 by the end of the weekend. Hubby wants to turn on the AC tonight. I’m doomed.
I know I’m whining. It’s beautiful outside and I feel like crap. My nose is sore from constantly blowing it. I’m tired of smelling like cough drops. I’m tired of taking cough syrup or cold meds. I’m tired of going to the bathroom every 30 minutes because of all the water I’m drinking. I’m sorry that Hubby hasn’t gotten any sleep because the cold is making my snoring worse. I’m sorry that my snoring has even gotten the dogs up in the middle of the night. (You know it’s bad when you wake the dogs!) I don’t get sick very often, but when I do I sure do it up right.
I sat outside on my favorite bench at lunch and soaked up some sun. That helped some. But I don’t know if it was the benefits of the sun or the fun I had people watching during lunch hour in the beautiful downtown area . . . .
The boss is gone for the afternoon and it’s sunny and 72 degrees outside. He’s probably going to call in this afternoon to check on me so I can’t go far or be gone too long. So, I guess it’s going to be a trip to the bank and a walk around the Square to do some people watching. The exercise will be good and it’s always good to feel the warm sunshine on your face. People watching in downtown is one of my most favorite activities. I sit on a bench and just watch the people walking by. You’d be amazed at the things you see. Last week I watched a skateboarder doing his tricks while talking on a cell phone. Not a cell phone with a headset thing in his ear . . he was actually holding the cell phone to his ear while he was doing his tricks. It was the most amazing demonstration of coordination that I’ve ever seen. Heck, I can hardly walk through my house without tripping over a dog toy – or a dog – without falling down and this guy was flipping a skateboard and carrying on a conversation at the same time. Amazing!!
Then there are the fashion victims to take a gander at. Yes, I know it’s not nice to stare at people, but sometimes I just can’t help it. You can’t tell me that those people don’t expect to be stared at when they go outside looking like that. I’m not going to mention all the various fashion offenses that I see on a daily basis, but just let me just say that no white girl has ever looked good in cornrows . . . and that includes Bo Derek.
Oh, yea, the cold is a little better. I actually feel better than I did on Monday, but now I have these wicked coughing spells. They come from no where and I can’t get them to stop no matter how much water I swallow or how much cough syrup I take. I end up coughing so hard that my eyes water and my nose starts to run. I know, great visual, but what can I say . . . that’s my life at this point. The fits last for about 5 minutes and are usually about 3 hours apart. Hubby isn’t sure which is worse – my coughing fits in the middle of the night, or the snoring because my nose is clogged. I’m thinking it’s the getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom because of all the water I’ve been drinking to counter the effects of the meds that are supposed to be drying up all this congestion.
Okay . . . time to go out and play. Wonder what wonderful sights I’ll see today.
Yep, the tradition continues. For the last several years, I’ve managed to go the whole cold and flu season without any kind of sickness at all. Then when we finally get a nice stretch of warm weather, I end up with a cold. One year I ended up with bronchitis and strep throat and it was 90 degrees outside. Go figure!
April was pretty warm but May has been cold and rainy . . . I think Mother Nature got the two months mixed up. Anyway, the weatherman is finally predicting warm weather just in time for Memorial Day weekend – the temperatures are supposed to be in 70’s and 80’s by the end of the week and we’re supposed to have beautiful weather for Memorial Day weekend. It’s finally going to be nice enough to spend some time outside and I’m fighting off a cold. My throat felt ticklish on Saturday and, sure enough, I got up Sunday morning with a dry cough and a scratchy voice. Today I’m a little worse, but I’m taking Dayquil and eating cough drops. With a little luck, I’ll have this thing licked by the weekend. I am hoping to be able to get out the wading pool and the new sprinkler for the dogs over the weekend . . . and maybe even give them a bath. Guess we’ll have to wait and see.
Luci’s been looking at me strange for the last couple of days. Almost like she’s thinking, "You look like Mommy, but you don’t sound like Mommy." She’s paying more attention to me when I call her but I think she’s afraid that she’s in trouble. At least that’s how she’s acting. Her ears are slicked back along her head and she has a "I didn’t do anything." Look on her face. Blacky knows that I don’t feel well and has been right by my side for the last couple of days. Awww . . . what a nice doggie. Even Hubby called me this morning to see how I was feeling and suggested that I get started on the Dayquil so that I don’t develop bronchitis. I love the fact that he’s worried about me, but I know that part of his concern is that he knows that if I’m really sick then he will have to deal with the doggies and the house by himself.
Except for the fact that I would have to re-do everything he did while I was sick, watching him try to deal with everything could be pretty entertaining . . .