Dad, Thanks for making me the person I am!

I know I have not posted in quite some time....I have had many things weighing heavy on my heart. I also, did not feel inspired to write. I know I have mentioned that many times in the past...but it is true. 

Today, I felt touched....inspired...happy....sad.

Ok, So here I go....

Oh, God, I try to be true...so then why Lord am I so blue? My father, my pillar, my grace is gone. He is not in soul, but in brain, and body.

I look back to the day....the day when he knew me....the day we laughed, the day when I was "grounded"...the day when I KNEW, that I knew he probably knew better. He has taught me many life lessons, he was a sympathetic ear when I needed it, he checked me when I needed it.

I know his memory is failing. I hope someplace in there  he knows, that he impacted me.

Does he remember the great advice he gave me when I struggled? Does  he know how special that was? I hope so.

I hate the disease of Altezheismers MORE that the one of addiction. I want him back. I will never get him back. It is hard. It sucks! My mom would hate for me to use that language...sorry, mom...that is how I feel.

I must say, If you love some one say it now!!!!Say it today!!! Say it to all you love. We never know what will happen next. Make sure you love all of your family and friends every day.

Dad I love you....you will probably never see this..or perhaps never understand it....I hope I said it enough!!!

Dad, Thanks for making me the person I am!!!!

I wish!

It has been way too long for me to have blogged. Dealing with much stuff...that is probably why I should have blogged. Enough said.

Star light, star bright, I wish upon the star I see tonight. I have always believed in wishing upon the first star. I still do it. I guess, I just don't share that I do it. I wish I may, I wish I might, get the wish, I wish tonight.

I wish for many things.  World peace...hell home peace. I wish to find out what my purpose in life is. I wish for my kids' to be well and lead a good path. I always wish for joy!

I am not gonna lie it has been a rough few weeks, but today I found joy. My DD has not said, "I love you." in years. She has said it a few times on the phone recently.  That is JOY!

She stopped over tonight. We had a nice chat. On her way out...she was already in the garage...I yelled, "I LOVE YOU." She stopped, and poked her head back in and said, "I love you too."

I felt pretty awesome. Awesome enough, to stop my writer's block, and write.

Thanks my angel girl, ty.

To my dear friend...

Dear friend,

The years have past, and we grow old (physically, not mentally...hopefully). You have often been my voice of reason, and last summer my rock.

I know that we have gone years and not said a word, I know that it was my fault...for that I am sorry. I am so glad that we have each other back.  I just want you to know that I am ALWAYS here for you no matter what.

I can't imagine what your mind must be going through. I only pray that you DS will be just fine. I wish I could wave a magic wand, and make it all better. I feel like there are no words that I can say, that will help. So, I will just say, I love you, and will be thinking about you all day tomorrow.

I do want to also include this poem from a friend of mine. I, am so not trying to make you cry...It does make me cry every time. But it is a "good" cry.

Be well, and I will be praying!



So many feelings in my head today

you seem so young to be on your way

But with tearful eyes and a smiling face

I sent you off with a long embrace.

I hid my tears as you were leaving


for fear you'd see how my heart was grieving.

I whispered to you "Be brave and strong,


Mommy will be back before too long."

As I looked into your eyes, I knew

it was me who needed those words, not you!

Has it really been five years gone by?

Since first I sang that lullaby

to a tiny baby, so soft and round,


calmed only by my heart's sound?

The years rushed by so quickly dear


and now each moment seems so clear;


first steps, first words, first secret whispers,

first time you held your baby sisters.

Your best friend is a brown stuffed bunny.


You take him everywhere, but itsn't it funny,

today he sits on your favorite chair,

I watched you as you placed him there.

"I go to school today", you said

and gently, patting him on his head,


assured him you'd be back soon


and off you skipped, out of the room.


I stayed there with Bunny, for just a while.


It gave me comfort and made me smile.


Being alone with him, your well worn friend,

as your babyhood days came to an end.

"Mommy, Hurry!" you called to me,

"There's something you just have to see!"

"I drew this picture all my myself,

I cut it out and it's on the shelf.

It's a caterpillar and a butterfly.

I drew it for you, do you know why?"

You placed the picture in my hand.


"Come on Mom, don't you understand?"

"This is just like me today!


I've changed, like him and can fly away!"

My eyes welled up with pride and tears.

You're wise, my child, beyond your years.

I knew it then, you were truly ready.

So with newfound strength and hands more steady,

off we went to a brand new start

with only happiness in my heart.

We walked together up the hall,

your hand in mine, still so small.

Your teacher was wiating there at the door,

so I knelt down then, just one thing more.

In your ear I whispered, "fly my child."

You knew my meaning and you smiled.

So many feelings in my head today.

But, I know you are ready to be on your way.

The following is a link to the origional blog.

http://trying2getit.blogspot.com/2010/08/moms-poem-via-great-mom-and-good-friend.html

I'm BAAAACK!

I have a whole lot to talk about. Stay tuned.

I also, have my first priority to blog about it will be done in the next hour.

Clearly, I have had a major writers block AGAIN.

Thanks.

Running out the Neighbor! Running out the Neighbor! OK so this is a bit complex, hurtful, and funny at the same time. I must start this story buy saying that when my hubby and I moved back from out East, we mad a conscience choice to be as close to the kid's dad as we could. Well, when you are in a sleepy town that has NO stoplights...the options are limited. The kid's dad and I had a VERY nice home. DH and I found a really nince home as well.. It was one neighborhood over a few streets  It was the TOTAL package,.Elite neighborhood in the town...same bus stop as the kids's dad... (Pre-divorce)There were times, when  the kid's dad and  I would go for a walk, and had a dream of living there.(HERE) Now I did live there. We did have good times, not all bad. I need every divorced parent, and child to know it was not all just bad...There were many good times. My move was not to live in THAT neighborhood, but  it was the only option.  To be quite honest the ONLY reason I lived so close WAS only for the kids.  At the  end of the day it was a choice I made about my children. The main reason was so the kids would be close enough to share a bus stop, and go back n foutth between houses... Well, I had to tell you that story, to tell ya the next one. Ok so there is a neighbor...that thinks we don't belong here...we don't drive the right cars(no BMW or Mercedeses). The woman was subdivision President for years. I had been away for a girls weekend. a few years ago....He(DH) went to the subdivision meeting. I SD don't bother...He went and became the subdiviosion..Secterery.I sd he would be sorry. Neighborrhood politics, crap that is worse that running for Senate. So DH was sectery for a couple years.  They asked him to be Pres".I sd u did what?"   I also sd I will not field any calls, and not deal with ANY of the  neighbors' phone calls"...You chose it u deal..... He did not.listen...he accepted. OMG.  The bitch that was the former Pres...( frist house built) Whent on to say what a," looser his wife he had...ya know being a dunk and all."(it was worse than that) that was about 2 weeks after he had signed up. Thank GOD I married somene that had a clue....That is all I will say about that. She accused me of being the "town drunk", So stupid (more on that in a bit) My hubby Immedatietly resigned. Well the neighboor hood wanted to know WHY?....DH sent a letter explaining that NO ONE wouold  talk about his wife/family that way.... Now... our next door neighbor is Pres.( also kind of our adoptive parents)'.  The same woman would bitch about out dogs running loose. AND they Don't! I must say on occasion,...when I am taking them for a swim or, to  run in the woods they have escaped. But I am RIGHT there and ALWAYS respective all and, am right behind them. No one else has an issue... I will also say that there are many dogs in the neighborhood. And that my DH goes once a week and cleans up poop on the general grounds that is so not our dog's...He just does.  It doesen't  matter who's poop. So BITCH called the police on me....now this happened to be a day that I was having to deal with my dad's VERY advanced Altz.... I will fully admit to being in bed crying. That same day she called the cops in Waterford, and gave them a poop in a bag...I guess from her yard. ,and told them to come to my home. Sadly my son knew why I was upset. My boy answerd the door....to be met by "the neighbor, and police" Before she called the police my DS had been at home...and KNEW no one was off the leash or "running around the neighborhood." She had already SCREAMED at DS.. This woman proceeded to tell my son what a LOOSER I was, and to further lamblast me. Oh, and I was the "Town Drunk"... the fact of the mater is I never have drank in town since my ex husband.(around 2000) .It is frustrating that she continues to bitch to my neighbors. She is right I am a drunk, but  am constantly addressing the issue and have been sober for almost a year now. This woman went on a blitz, bitching to EVERYONE(in the neighboorhood) that I was a drunk, and I had served jail time. AGAIN I live in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in town...not by choice, but by convience. GREAT! I know I am a drunk, as well , do  my children. I was VERY pissed...I slept on it for days. I finally told my hubby, and son I need to confront her....It was the march of  WTF. I walked up rang her bell, her hubby cane to the door. I asked for HER, I had my hubby , and son behind me like hench men. I asked her if she sd what she did to my son....She never denied it...she told me I was crazy and to "get off of her property." long story longer...in this VERY exclusive neighboorhood where I live...with DS, and Hubby behind me, I yelled at the top of my lungs...on a very nice spring/summer day when everyone was outside....," Let me save you the trouble...I AM A DRUNK, I AM A FUCKING DRUNK!....ok so now that we are clear...I think we are done". She again INSISTED I get of her property. Oh so the reason was she called the cops...was there was poop in her yard.... We live in a neighborrhood of dogs but she called the police on me. I think I finally know that  she believes the we do not belong here. We don't drive the right cars...blah blah. NOW,I have  made SURE my dogs NEVER walk that way...we leash them...we DO let them swim on our pier, WE do not let them run loose, EXCEPT for Ginger who is  18 in "real" years. We live on a caudasac. At times I let her out, but watch her out the window...she goes out like 50 times a day...which AGAIN I take full responsibility for. EVERYONE love us...well we give them veggies, and whatever I can. OK so now the funny part...we are so not white trash, but what happens next is too funny to me. OK so remember last week when I was making jam, and canning...I had left some friut on for a bit too long, and trashed a pot.... OK so DH sd takes it out of the trash...I could try to powerwash it. I fished it out of the trash...it soaked in the garage for about a week. As DH was powerwashing the birdcage (blue/gold macwaw). I sd, "oh the pan."...so DH the GREAT, really cool neighbors accross the street have company. So  now we are in a u hold it...no u hold it battle. So he finally holds the pan, as I BLAST him...it was soo funny. Just as DD was pulling in from work, we traded. Ok so just imagine this photo....in one of the most "exclusive" neighborhoods in the "throbing metropolis" of Waterford....My DH is holding the pan that I burned fruit onto....while I have the power washer in hand...in the street...as that happens...the ppl that think we are so low-brow" happen to pass by. My response..."No Wonder why They are Moving?" All I have to say is EVERYONE else got jam, and picklels...."NO JAM 4 YOU!" I know I am a bit scatered...I also know when someone IS just mean....I

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12:34:00 PM Running out the Neighbor! Running out the Neighbor! OK so this is a bit complex, hurtful, and funny at the same time. I must start this story buy saying that when my hubby and I moved back from out East, we mad a conscience choice to be as close to the kid's dad as we could. Well, when you are in a sleepy town that has NO stoplights...the options are limited. The kid's dad and I had a VERY nice home. DH and I found a really nince home as well.. It was one neighborhood over a few streets  It was the TOTAL package,.Elite neighborhood in the town...same bus stop as the kids's dad... (Pre-divorce)There were times, when  the kid's dad and  I would go for a walk, and had a dream of living there.(HERE) Now I did live there. We did have good times, not all bad. I need every divorced parent, and child to know it was not all just bad...There were many good times. My move was not to live in THAT neighborhood, but  it was the only option.  To be quite honest the ONLY reason I lived so close WAS only for the kids.  At the  end of the day it was a choice I made about my children. The main reason was so the kids would be close enough to share a bus stop, and go back n foutth between houses... Well, I had to tell you that story, to tell ya the next one. Ok so there is a neighbor...that thinks we don't belong here...we don't drive the right cars(no BMW or Mercedeeses). The woman was subdivision President for years. I had been away for a girls weekend. a few years ago....He(DH) went to the subdivision meeting. I SD don't bother...He went and became the subdiviosion..Secterery.I sd he would be sorry. Neighborrhood politics, crap that is worse that running for Senate. So DH was sectery for a couple years.  They asked him to be Pres".I sd u did what?"   I also sd I will not field any calls, and not deal with ANY of the  neighbors' phone calls"...You chose it u deal..... He did not.listen...he accepted. OMG.  The bitch that was the former Pres...( frist house built) Went  on to say what a," looser his wife he had...ya know being a dunk and all."(it was worse than that) that was about 2 weeks after he had signed up. Thank GOD I married somene that had a clue....That is all I will say about that. She accused me of being the "town drunk", So stupid (more on that in a bit) My hubby Immedatietly resigned. Well the neighboor hood wanted to know WHY?....DH sent a letter explaining that NO ONE wouold  talk about his wife/family that way.... Now... our next door neighbor is Pres.( also kind of our adoptive parents)'.  The same woman would bitch about out dogs running loose. AND they Don't! I must say on occasion,...when I am taking them for a swim or, to  run in the woods they have escaped. But I am RIGHT there and ALWAYS respective all and, am right behind them. No one else has an issue... I will also say that there are many dogs in the neighborhood. And that my DH goes once a week and cleans up poop on the general grounds that is so not our dog's...He just does.  It doesen't  matter who's poop. So BITCH called the police on me....now this happened to be a day that I was having to deal with my dad's VERY advanced Altz.... I will fully admit to being in bed crying. That same day she called the cops in Waterford, and gave them a poop in a bag...I guess from her yard. ,and told them to come to my home. Sadly my son knew why I was upset. My boy answerd the door....to be met by "the neighbor, and police" Before she called the police my DS had been at home...and KNEW no one was off the leash or "running around the neighborhood." She had already SCREAMED at DS.. This woman proceeded to tell my son what a LOOSER I was, and to further lamblast me. Oh, and I was the "Town Drunk"... the fact of the mater is I never have drank in town since my ex husband.(around 2000) .It is frustrating that she continues to bitch to my neighbors. She is right I am a drunk, but  am constantly addressing the issue and have been sober for almost a year now. This woman went on a blitz, bitching to EVERYONE(in the neighboorhood) that I was a drunk, and I had served jail time. AGAIN I live in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in town...not by choice, but by convience. GREAT! I know I am a drunk, as well , do  my children. I was VERY pissed...I slept on it for days. I finally told my hubby, and son I need to confront her....It was the march of  WTF. I walked up rang her bell, her hubby cane to the door. I asked for HER, I had my hubby , and son behind me like hench men. I asked her if she sd what she did to my son....She never denied it...she told me I was crazy and to "get off of her property." long story longer...in this VERY exclusive neighboorhood where I live...with DS, and Hubby behind me, I yelled at the top of my lungs...on a very nice spring/summer day when everyone was outside....," Let me save you the trouble...I AM A DRUNK, I AM A FUCKING DRUNK!....ok so now that we are clear...I think we are done". She again INSISTED I get of her property. Oh so the reason was she called the cops...was there was poop in her yard.... We live in a neighborrhood of dogs but she called the police on me. I think I finally know that  she believes the we do not belong here. We don't drive the right cars...blah blah. NOW,I have  made SURE my dogs NEVER walk that way...we leash them...we DO let them swim on our pier, WE do not let them run loose, EXCEPT for Ginger who is  18 in "real" years. We live on a caudasac. At times I let her out, but watch her out the window...she goes out like 50 times a day...which AGAIN I take full responsibility for. EVERYONE love us...well we give them veggies, and whatever I can. OK so now the funny part...we are so not white trash, but what happens next is too funny to me. OK so remember last week when I was making jam, and canning...I had left some friut on for a bit too long, and trashed a pot.... OK so DH sd takes it out of the trash...I could try to powerwash it. I fished it out of the trash...it soaked in the garage for about a week. As DH was powerwashing the birdcage (blue/gold macwaw). I sd, "oh the pan."...so DH the GREAT, really cool neighbors accross the street have company. So  now we are in a u hold it...no u hold it battle. So he finally holds the pan, as I BLAST him...it was soo funny. Just as DD was pulling in from work, we traded. Ok so just imagine this photo....in one of the most "exclusive" neighborhoods in the "throbing metropolis" of Waterford....My DH is holding the pan that I burned fruit onto....while I have the power washer in hand...in the street...as that happens...the ppl that think we are so low-brow" happen to pass by. My response..."No Wonder why They are Moving?" All I have to say is EVERYONE else got jam, and picklels...."NO JAM 4 YOU!" I know I am a bit scatered...I also know when someone IS just mean....I draft 12:34:00 PM b

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Applesauce!!!!!

Look, I know..I have much to talk about, and I will get back to it. I also did mention, that when a thought worth writing about came into my head, I would stop what I was doing, and write.

So applesauce. I went to visit my very old friend..the one we planted the garden for last year, the one, DH, and I recently spent some time with in the ER, because his house was filled with smoke, and he was un responsive...yes that one. If you are new to the blog go back and read. Anyway, I stopped today for two reasons. I did stop to visit and check on him, but he has something  between who cans, a glory world of jars, or something from that show "Hording, Buried Alive." The other reason is that, I care, and just see to need if he needs anything.

 He also has a friend that stops by on a daily basis...who is 80 years old....a mear 14 years his younger. When I stopped, I noticed his 80 year old's  truck was parked out front.I have often sat and chatted with both. I knocked, I waited. Maybe they were in the potty, the throne...I petted his cat "Buffy", and I waited a few more moments. His friend, and my old buddy just pulled up. His friend had takin him shopping at Walmart for some groceries. As they pulled up, I could tell something was not right. It was a diabetic situation. I ran to the car.He could not walk, he was pretty unresponsive. His buddy, and I one under each arm manuvered our friend to the porch.  Unfortunately, I was the stonger of the two of us, so I  lifted him up every stair. We sat him down,  made him drink a MAJOR glass of juice, and then were able to move him inside. We fed him some more sugar. SO CUTE, some how he perked up when I offered him a Klondike Bar...lol, eh he was comming around a bit at that moment...I hear they are hard to refuse.

The three of us sat and chatted, and his buddy, and I watched him. He came around. I knew he was himself, when he started showing me his drawings. I took his blood at that point, and it was good.

I asked him if I may pick some grapes, and pears to make jam. I pick them from his yard , I make stuff, and give him the result. He said, "SURE!" At that point he started to go to the door...I said, "No, you stay, and rest." He would not have it. I said, "then bring your cane." So he did. It was way too cute.

I kept asking, "Are you OK, are you fine?" He, assured me he was. So we went out to the grapes, and the pear tree....there is also an apple tree (most of the apples have hit the ground), he was a bit upset that the apples were going bad. He ditched his cane in the grapes to deal with the apples on the ground. I said, "Don't worry, we can use these...for pie, or jam, or applesauce." He said, "I would LOVE some applesauce."  I told him I would be happy to make him applesauce (sugar free). At that moment, it was like the scene from "Forest Gump", where the braces fall off his legs as he is running..my friend tossed aside the cane, and was finding the apples below the tree to make applesauce. This is the same man I had to carry into the house an hour earlier.

God, bless him at 94 years young!!!

This holds special meaning to me because, my Grandfather on my father's side (he lived a long happy life) passed away on an afternoon in the early fall .  My Grandmother, asked, if he would like some applesauce. He, said "Yes." Grandma, was in the kitchen making the applesauce from scratch, she would not have it any other way. She went to go give Grandpa his apple sauce, and he had passed in his favorite chair. Grandma, was several years younger, I think, about 15 years. She had a very active life. The night before she passed, she had been out with a girlfriend bought new shoes, and had dinner. She never woke up. They died about 18 months apart form one another. Again, this should not be sad.  OMG, what a super life..to  love, and be loved is really neat! Although, they were years apart, there hearts wanted to be together.

Now, this is not a sad thing for me, or my family. Yes, is it sad to loose anyone, but they loved each other so very much. It hurt, but it was so peaceful. I have no idea if  anyone can understand that.

So applesauce. It will be my first try at it...it is simmering now. I just hope I get it right.

"DID YOU TAKE YOU'RE ANTIBIOTIC?"

OK, so my goals for the day were to get the !@##$$ couponing done, need to vacuum, and first of all blog.  I so far have a kitchen table full of coupons,  adorned with several cats on top of the coupons. I would post a photo, but I don't know how to  get the photos out of my new phone. There is still pet hair that needs to be vacuumed. I am, however, blogging.

I was on the way to the dog park, when my DS, asked to use the car. I said can you wait an hour? AND then I thought, why am I asking. As I drove down our road, I passed by one of the other child's parents that was involved in the "theft ring"... These are parents who know their child messed up, but still got a lawyer(again more on that story to follow) As he drove past me, I wanted to follow him home. I wanted to say that both our kids messed up. I wanted to YELL, "JUST OWN IT"!!!!. I did not  turn around I did not follow him. Instead, I went to my favorite local gas station to get a "Ruby Red" grapefruit juice...my current juice of choice. I will also say it is "Ocean Spray"

With my two dogs in the car, I chose not to go to the dog park. I instead, decided to pick up what looks like half a BBQ'd cow leg, and go home to let the boy use the car.

So what is my thought process in all this you ask? I wonder myself, but I think it goes like this. I did not kill the other kid's dad...good, I did not take the dogs to the park, BUT they are eating half a cow leg I purchased at the gas station, along with my "Ruby Red", I think to both keep them busy, as well the guilt of not going to the dog park.

All of this being true...I also came to the realization, that I still need to get crap done here..like the couponing, and vacuuming. So I let the boy use the car. On his way out I yelled, "Did you take your antibiotic"?

Let's re-cap....shall we?

I feel that this is the best way for me to discuss things. A "list", of sorts if you will?

After the list, I will address item, by item.

So now the list...ug (you must all know at this point I have tears running down my cheek)

I think it is time for intermission....I need a moment.  Feel free to play the radio( or i-pod), watch some T.V., or go to the bathroom for a moment.

In the last 6  weeks, I will list the "stuff" of life. I guess it will be in no particular order...it has been a bit too much to recall the order.

Went home to give mom, a break from dad (who has Alzheimer's)

Brought son with me to hang with g-ma, and g-pa

Son helped with g-pa on golf course...driving the cart...more on that in an earlier post.

Let son go hang with friends the day we got back from "up north"

Son crashed my car the next am...(more to follow)

Son got super sick the day after the crash (I wish, I could say he was "playing" sick, but I could not.) The super enlarged paroited gland was real.

The old dog of 18 years is peeing on herself, and I had to make the choice to put her down. I am so struggling with the playing "GOD" issue to this day.

I get the ashes back, and try to include my ex-husband to be a part of it all...she was his dog too.

Ex-hubby was on vacation with family...so I waited until he got back...all the time looking at the ashes of dog in a box on my mantel.

We moved our daughter out into her first apt. (sniff, sniff).

Found out that that my son was involved in a stealing out of parked cars burglary ring. Not stealing cars, but he stole stuff out of cars I have now pretty much think the detective should stay in our guest room at this point.

My hubby's mom, who has needed heart work,  almost passed out at the local diner she goes to on a daily basis, and then was taken to the hospital due to an infection, to be followed by several valve replacements. Oh by the way she lives in Brooklyn NYC.

Hubby's boss (The CEO) at a young age of 60ish, drops dead, while on a hike with his wife in Maine

Son who is almost NEVER sick is sick AGAIN. I took him to urgent care and later had to follow the ambulance to the hospital. He is doing better now.

I might have missed something. There has been a ton. I do feel that at least I have a starting block to work from.

Strength!!!????

Strength?....what is it? What does it mean? Where does it come from? I honestly, don't know. When is too much, too much?.....I honestly, don't know. When, have I had too much?....I don't know.

I know what I have said in my blog. I have much  more to speak  about. I know, that I have not blogged  in too long. I have thought long, and hard about the best way to present the last several weeks of my life. 

Is in a chronological order? Is it by what is most stressful? Is it that I should deal woth most recent thing, and go back to the rest? I really, really  just don't know.

Here is what I do know. I know that writing helps me. I have been told by others, that I am fairly good at it. I also know that at times I make some of my loved ones angry with my truth.

 So now what?

Perhaps a very good question.  I think, I need to move forward.  I think I need to speak. I NEED to speak.

The next few blogs will not be for the faint hearted. Be aware, very aware.

OK, Let's go!!!!

Moments.. interrupted!-ICE HELMENT!



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I have a TON to talk about. I know I usually try to do this in a chronological  order. I am not so sure that works with my brain right now.  Some things I have spoken about a bit, some things not at all.

I will go into EVERYTHING.  I am, just at this moment getting my brain to connect with my keyboard.

I believe this is my next journey.

But before we go any further, I am in a MAJOR hot-flash, and need to get some ice, in a zip lock bag for my sweating ass.....Please hold.

I wear the ice like a hat on my head. When my DH got home today...and saw me sitting on the throne, with my ice hat...well...I am quite sure he did not think, I was so "hot". I  do have how much ice in a zip lock bag to my top of  my head ratio down to a science. I can ACTUALLY, do chores this way. I will show a photo, probably tomorrow. Holly crap, if I could figure out a way to sell the "ice helmet"....fashionably (of course) I would be rich.

However, because I live in Wisconsin...and not England...we don't have a whole lot of hat wearing here...so that probably will not work. Well..maybe, in private. Who knows? There maybe so many women around the world wearing the "ice helmet" as we speak.

I so need to do a Zip-lock commercial.

Ok, so I was gonna put some make-up on before I posted the "ice helmet" photo....and then, I thought...duh...I am wearing, a %$#@& ICE HELMENT!

I think Ann has  her blogging grove back. Hold on, keep your hand's inside the ride..it will be a hard, funny, sad, and.....quite a wild ride. It has been a super action packed last 6 weeks.

SOOOOOO much more to come.

I need to stop now I might have brain freeze.

Soon!!!

I know, I have not posted in several day. We have a MORE, than a ton going on. I will, I really will. I just can't push my words...they need to come as they come. 

I HOPE by the end of the day, I will have several blogs.

TY, all.