It’s around midnight Monday,, so I must be awake. Good thing that  tomorrow I stay home. This insomnia is killing me. Yes, I know; it really can. It’s a vicious cycle.

 

Yesterday could have been a real bummer.

 

I got to my daughter’s house early…around 7:30 AM. When she went to leave, she put Annah’s car seat in my pickup. 

 

She shouted, “Good bye! I left the keys in the seat!”

 

Then I realized that my cell phone needed recharging.

 

So I took the phone to the pickup to plug it in and sure enough,  the keys are sitting on the seat. Inside the locked pickup. A LOCKED pickup truck.

 

Good thing I had an extra set in my purse.

(Extra set of keys, you say? I’m just anal that way. Good hint…I tied a brightly colored bandana to my key ring so that I could easily find them inside my purse.)

 

Around 11:00 AM, I took The Princess and Annah to lunch. It’s a local place…it’s called “The Firehouse“. It’s a Fireman/Policeman/Biker/Old Person café type of place. It’s a hole in the wall in a strip mall. They have a blue plate special.  It’s very nearly in the tenement stage, but it’s got good food. They have daily specials and the blue plate special costs $6.79. For that you get rolls, a meat entrée and two sides. A piece of pie is $2.50.  I had a chicken fried steak  With mashed potatoes and spinach.  I love Tabasco pepper juice on my veggies. Yummo!

 

Annah got a hold on my spinach bowl and helped herself to a handful. I think she liked it, she didn’t want to give it up.

 

When we got back in the pick-up to go home, (amid all the comedy and drama) I wound up leaving the ‘diaper’ bag ( a very nice designer bag) sitting in the parking lot.

 

Am I old or what?

 

It wasn’t until about 12 minutes later that I realized it.

 

I'm really old, I guess.

 

That’s when The Princess learned a new word.

 

So we go back and we canvas the strip mall (in the 104 degree weather) going store to store and finally find out that a “lady in a pink leopard shirt” has the bag and is looking for the owner.

 

Oh, excuse me, I mean “Loser”.

 

It’s then that I realize….my wallet is in that bag.

 

(!!)

 

My whole financial situation is now in jeopardy. I went and got some water for me and an Icee for Grace Then we went back to my daughter’s house to feed and change diapers for Annah, and then we drove to my house to check my phone messages.

 

Just in case the pink leopard lady called me. It was a good 45 minute trip.

 

I really did have to go home. My phone company’s system is moronic. It’s just all screwed up. I can only check my messages from my home phone. How screwed up is that? If I was at home, I would have answered!!

 

Well, maybe.

 

 My phone company doesn’t know that one of the major selling points of having voicemail is to be able to check it from afar! Anyway, I  had to go through a total of 24 new messages and of course, that kind, polite lady was the last one ,

 

If you ever  want to talk to me, just call my cell, OK?

 

Finally, finally, finally! I found the lady who found the bag. She left a message. YAY! Life is back to normal!

 

 

All in all, it took me about 3 ½ hours to track it down. 

 

Lordy, it’s hot here. And it’s only the middle of June.

 

I’ve only got a couple of months of the Disney channel left. I have (again) visited my old friends, iCarly, The Jonas Brothers, Hannah Montana, Zack and Cody, Alex, Justin and Max from “The Wizards of Waverley Place“….and anyone else you might want . Some of them are old friends and some I’ve just met. 

 

Just kill me, please.

 

(Although, I do love the mom’s hair on “Zack and Cody…The Suite Life”) .

 

I have to get a new bathing suit. My home is a black hole. Things and clothing disappear. However, since it is no longer bathing suit season, I can‘t find  one.. Guess I’m looking at a T-shirt and shorts.

 

My cell phone is broke. Bad cell phone! I had to cash in on the insurance on it.

 

Hubby has some major dental problems. He broke a tooth off a couple of months ago and it looks like it will cost a several thousand. Try working that in the budget! We’re going for a second opinion. And yes, we do have dental insurance. It only pays $1500.00 a year.

 

For an update…my sister, Chelle is doing well. She has a few immune deficits, but all in all, she’s doing good. She’s been diagnosed with Rheumatoid arthritis.

 

Hubby’s on a fiddle buying streak. We’re up to 4 now. He’s looking for one for The Princess.

 

We spend most of our time in the Living Room. He practices there.

 

Some time he amazes me and some times I want to hurl myself against the wall. Some songs I like and some drive me nuts. This has been happening since 1982. He’s going to fiddle camp next month, so I’m hopeful some new stuff will find it’s way into his repertoire. 

 

Would you rather have several million dollars than the love of a good person?

 

Or “20, 000,000 versus having your legs”

 

 

I’ll leave it on that note.

Xoxo
Dana+

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My insomnia is in charge again. However, I just found out why! After years of being diagnosed as being hypothyroid, I am now considered hyperthyroid. And I have a thyroid nodule that’s considered a “hot” spot.

When will they ever get it right?

 

So many tests taken and still more to do. The Princess said to me (just today!) “Why don’t you use the stables in Benbrook? (We’re thinking about getting in the horse business again and boarding them) All of your doctors are in Fort Worth”. 

 

That’s a sad statement about my health. Although to look at me and live with me, you’d never know I have several  different doctors. But the symptoms of being hyperthyroid REALLY do explain a lot of things!

 

My next step is probably doing a “fine needle aspiration” of my thyroid with an endocrinologist. Yep, sticking a needle in my neck and sucking out the juice.  Been there done that.

 

Listen up…getting’ old is not for the squeamish.

 

I do take sleeping pills for the insomnia, but they’re beginning to fail me. Love the side effects of them, but they aren’t doing the job so much anymore. Like I said, hopefully they’ll get it figured out.

 

We had some wicked, wicked weather the other night. Wow. 3-5 inches nearly all at once. The rain started early Wednesday evening. Rain, hail, wind…the full monty. Hope 'g's brother fared alright.

 

Hubby’s shop is also the garage and I had to put the pickup in it during the middle of all this. His shop is not attached to the house. So, I had to walk about 300 yards all together. When the rain is coming at you sideways, umbrellas don’t mean a thing.

 

At it’s worst, over 500, 000 people in this area lost electricity. Even now as I type, about 120, 000 people still don’t have power.

 

Don’t you hate it when you click on a link to read something and what comes up is a full page of info that has no obvious way to quickly find what you wanted to read? And those 'Blogthings' quizes that want your cell phone number - drives me nuts.

 

For the last few weeks, I’ve been addicted to asparagus. I don’t know why. Couldn’t it be something cheaper, like zucchini? Or cabbage? I love cabbage. Boil it up with some fried bacon and chopped jalapeno - or Anaheim chilies? Mmmmm….good. 

 

Okay -  So I love food in general. So much for that skinny, energetic hyperthyroid theory. Weight loss, house cleaning, all that….yeah, right.

 

I’m also hooked on the sitcom, “Reba” starring Reba McEntire. The actor that plays her son-in-law is hilarious. At least in my simple mind he is. 

 

Hubby’s becoming addicted to eBay. He bought his 4th fiddle and his 2nd order of sheet music. He also bought a few other music related items. You’d never know to look at him that he plays beautiful music.

 

Well, just look at that picture! He is about as “hick-a-fied” as you can get. He laughs at fart jokes.  It’s an oxymoron.

 

The Princess wants to set up a summertime lemonade stand. I’m hoping she’ll do it on her parent’s shift. I hate sitting in the supra-heated sun. And at a buck a glass, I worry about that she won‘t have too many customers. She’s got a gimmick, though….she’s giving away handmade bookmarks with each glass. 

 

The Princess is getting baptized this Sunday. And yes, she knows what she’s doing. She may only be 7, but she knows what Jesus did for her. And she knows that being baptized is only a show of obedience. It does nothing for eternal life.

 

So, as I’m sitting here, at 4:AM, watching a rerun of L&A Criminal Intent and I’ve lost track of the story line. I’m going to close out and go back to bed.

 

TTFN…

xoxo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I love rolling thunder. It’s  late Tuesday night, reruns of Frasier are on and it’s going to rain soon. I wonder why rain soothes me. Usually, tornado watches and thunderstorm watches are scary. Maybe I’ve finally gotten used to them. 

 

I’ve been going by spaces and have noticed that most of us are in the “laurel” stage. As in resting on ours…

 

Is blogging over? I hope not. I love reading about people’s lives. My blog has come to a stand still because right now, my life is boring. I like Facebook and I do check in regularly to read about others, but I’m wondering if I’m too old for that app. I don’t feel the need to “update” every 3-4 hours.

Just plain ol’ boring, I guess.

 

My son-in-law got a new bass boat, so he and Hubby went fishing on Sunday. I took a nap. Hubby caught a big one and threw it back. I’m finally rubbing off on him.

 

I was bored on Sunday. I felt guilty that I have recorded so many of my favorite shows and have yet still to watch them. I wanted to record a movie while I was at church and I have no more room on my DVR. I need to erase something. I can’t decide what to lose. Aack…so many decisions.

 

Hubby and I are thinking about changing churches. We’re still in the deciding stage. Our daughter’s church Stonewater, is so engaging and uplifting! And we do enjoy the services. The church we now go to, The Triple Cross Cowboy Church is geared more toward people who have avoided church most of their lives. We’re not like that, although that’s how I grew up. I never stepped foot in a church until I was 21.

 

My daughter's church went out, Memorial Day Weekend morning to a depressed section of town and cleaned up/mowed/weed ate and hauled away grass and trash from homes of more than 200 people. Over 600 volunteers showed up to help. My daughter was in charge of coordinating all of it and Hubby and I helped. Hot dogs, live music and a jump house helped entertain. A partnering church - Warriors for Christ, a prison/motorcycle church helped out. What a statement of love.

 

Summer is happening here in North Texas. Even as I speak, our pool is slowly filling up. Temps in the 100’s are mere days away. While I do love a good heat wave, I also hate the electric bills that come with it.

 

Extreme heat seems to help my allergies. I got some blood work done to see what my allergies look like. I’m allergic to cats, dogs and Bermuda grass. And ragweed. And a dozen other pollens. My IgA level (a test that determines how your body is responding to toxins) is over 2000. Normal is around 114 or 144. That’s what they told me. So bring on the heat.

 

I’ve been trying to talk The  Princess and Annah’s parents into getting a pool. I will be watching the girls  Tuesday, Wednesdays and Thursdays this summer and since the economy won’t let me go shopping every day,  I need a diversion. My daughter has offered me $1.00 an hour this summer, so I told them I‘d pay for the pool. My son-in-law thinks it will kill the grass.

 

Nobody will know this if you don’t move the pool. Nit picker.

 

It used to be that in the morning, when I got to my daughter’s house to watch Annah or Grace, I would turn the TV to the news and other local TV programming. Now I watch old sitcoms. Cybil, Reba, Roseanne, The Golden Girls - all chick stuff. I am so sick of the news. I’ve turned into a praying Ostrich.

 

Hubby plays the fiddle. Have I ever mentioned this? This July, he’s going to fiddle camp. A world championship fiddler holds a 6 day camp for aspiring fiddlers.

 

Hubby’s whole family plays at least one stringed instrument. I have listened to so much music over the past 36 years that I am numb. 

 

Once I get the melody in my head, it plays back ALL the time. Right now, we’re practicing the “Canadian Waltz.

 

Anyway….

 

The girls were in band during grade school and middle school.  Sarah on the clarinet, Lara on the French horn. Both were first chair and I learned to tune out the early stages.

 

Then (25 or so years ago), Hubby decided to learn the fiddle. All I can do is be supportive.  And keep time.

 

Ok, back to me…I bought a new blouse and sandals early last week and forgot all about ‘em when I was getting dressed for church. Does this mean I have Alzheimer’s or just have too many clothes? I don’t know, but I have GOT to go on a diet! It’s getting hard to hold it all in these days.

 

Wine is my downfall. I love the pinot grigio that Cavit puts out.. And of course I love that tropical smoothie from Sonic. (See the Multi-Orgasmic entry in April 2006 or 2007. Highlight and Scroll to read it.)

 

My knee is still healing. It pops and snaps but doesn’t hurt too much. I wouldn’t want to go running or kneeling, though. When I’m able to bend it like before, I’ll be happy. It’s still swollen and so is my foot. Actually my whole leg is swollen. And that makes it hard for buying shoes. Thank goodness it’s flip-flop

season.

 

Alrighty then, I’m going to bed. Y’all take care and have a good week.