Dammit!!!!

I'm in such a foul mood.....I cant even stand my damn self today. As a result of PMS, a lack of antidepressants in my system, and mild wrist pain (stitches were taken out this morning), I am being a total bitch. And I can't stop myself.

It's only 11:22 and I have already contemplated committing homicide, suicide, and assault and battery. I'm going to try to keep my pie hole shut and make it through the rest of the day. Wish me luck.

Monday Morning Regrets

Okay, I have a thing about germs and dirty stuff being against my skin. That is the answer to why I would take the dressing and splint off without my doctors permission. I was supposed to keep it on for two weeks. I only made it through one week. I know...it's a shame. And I feel really bad. You know that feeling you get when you have done something really stupid? So stupid that others have advised you not to do it, and at the time you agreed with them, and said you wouldn't do it. THEN you did it anyway. Now my wrist hurts. My stitches hurt. I'm scared. I'm an idiot.

I left a message with the docs office exlpaining my situation (lying). I sounded like a stupid rambling fool,....."dressing ...wet....stitches hurt....tape...gauze....call me back....sorry....blah blah blah."

Now I'm just sitting here waiting for the verdict. "Come in to the office idiot..... "

Pregnant! Lord Have Mercy.....

Tipsy and I have known each other for some 25 years. We have been acquaintances, classmates, Drum Major/Dance Team Member, close friends, room mates and best friends. The best friend part has lasted through school, failed relationships and marriages, a child (me, not her), diets, spats, make-ups, big fall outs and new marriages. Our friendship has changed and grown over the years. We are like an old married couple now. We know each other in and out, through and through. We have settled into a groove, and even made room for each other to make new friends and wed new husbands (her, not me). About four months ago Tipsy got married. I was ecstatic. One of us made it! She married a long time friend. He is a good man and they really love each other. Best of all, he does not get in OUR way. He lets us have our phone time (hours on end), and he accepts that we are sort of a package deal. With that said, I have accepted hubby, and I thought we were heading forward smoothly into marital bliss.....

It's Tuesday morning. I'm at work. I take a break and open an email from Tipsy. The emails subject is "First Response". I should have just deleted it! Do you see where this is going? Long story short, this wench is pregnant! What the hell! No way! Do you know how old we are?

When I was pregnant with My-Kiddo Tipsy was in college. We were 90 miles away from each other, but we talked all of the time. She got to hear all of the details. When My-Kiddo was a tot Tipsy was in and out, and here and there. More here than not, no matter where she lived. And as My-Kiddo grew into a young lady Tipsy took on an active role in her life, and they became buddies. Tipsy is the perfect "buddy" for a kid. She's short, petite and she tells silly jokes. Tipsy has taken on an advisor and mentor role to My-Kiddo during these teen years. Which has been cool with me. She's a good helper and she doesn't butt in too far. I thought this was enough for her. Sure we've joked about her having an imaginary baby, but everyone knows Tipsy is not a "baby" chick. After all, I've been called over during her one of two babysitting attempts that went sour. I saw this with my own eyes. Well, I'll be damned if Tipsy isn't pregnant.

What do we do now? Do we take this baby on our "40 Party Cruise" ? Do we feed it Ensure or Pediasure? Can I give it a Percocet? Will I be able to hear it cry over my C-Pap machine? (That's a story for another day) And will Tipsy be able to go nine months with out a glass of wine, a bottle of beer, or a margarita? I mean her name is "Tipsy," you do the math. Anyway, I'm so tickled I don't know what to do. No, really, I don't know what to do. I don't remember what to do. LOL But, I can't wait. I can't wait to see what she's going to do with her own "kiddo". This is going to be fun! Plus, I get to enjoy the new baby scent and then bring him/her home.

I have a feeling this is going to be the longest nine months of my life. LOL I'll keep you posted.

Are Percocets addictive?

Okay.....four days until my stitches are removed. I took my cast off last night and re-wrapped the boo-boo arm for work this morning. I know I'm being a big baby, but I've never had orthopedic surgery before. Which is why I have been popping Percocets like Chicklets. They are great...but I think my body is getting used to them, maybe I should take three at a time instead of two (the doctor suggests two).

I can't wait to take a bath with two hands. Truth be told, I haven't been really clean since May 10th, but who cares. No one has complained yet. Any way.......

Who Else Doesn't Have Cable ?

It's Sunday, and I should be at work but damn it, I'm tired. I'm missing My Kiddo, Baby Girl and my niece and nephews. Hell, my whole family. I'm doing some cleaning and washing clothes to get ready for the week....I love to wash clothes but I wish I could watch something good on T.V. while doing it. Am I the only person on the planet who does not have cable? I miss Law & Order (even the reruns that I've seen over and over), the History Channel, and A&E. But, you know what, If I had cable I probably would not get a damn thing done.

It's so serene outside here. I can just stare out at the pond and the ducks for hours. Better than T.V. I guess. Plus, I want to kill the Cook family on PBS's 1876 Ranch. LOL

Working On The Weekend Blows!

I sure hate working on Saturdays! So I mix it up a little...work, read, working, blog... you get the picture.

Anywhoo. Here's the list of sh%##y things that occurred this week.

1. O.B. (my car) began overheating every 2.5 minutes.
2. It's going to cost 433.32 to repair O.B.
3. Frankie (my dog) has a cataract in his left eye.
4. It will cost 3,000. 00 to remove the cataract. Frankie will either be getting a job or a cane.
5. I withdrew from my classes because I'm behind and can't catch up, and I'm nuts.
6. I had pre-admission testing for orthopedic wrist surgery I'm having next week. Splinted up for two weeks!
7. I have to work Saturday and Sunday.

Here's a list of good things that happened this week.

1. I learned to put water in my radiator every 2.5 minutes.
2. I'm going to have the money to get the car repaired.
3. My advisor was very helpful.
4. I woke up everyday.