Hurricane Katrina

The events of the hurricane have kept me completely paralized. All I can do is watch coverage of it. Today is the aftermath and It saddens me greatly. When they say on t.v. that bodies are floating down streets I find myself sinking farther into sadness. It's such a helpless feeling to be far enough away it doesn't affect you, yet so close you could drive there in a day and see it first hand. The images of people being plucked from a roof top into a helicopter is to much for me to even imagine. I heard a 911 call of a young man saying his family called and said they are trapped in the attack of their home and the water has risen to the attack floor, they are trapped and can't get out. The voice says..."I guess they can't and wont". It was so chilling, it was so real, it was so sad!

Jack spent half the night in the recliner because his back is killing him. He only feels better when he sits up. I'm calling the doctor today to get him in. He wont be happy but it's gone on for weeks now. He's had this before, they call it a 'rib out', it's when the muscle on your ribs pulls away from the bone. He suffers from this atleast once a year.

Listening to the newest news on the happenings in New Orleans....They are in a terrible way, 10's of thousands of people are now trapped in the city with waters rising and no way out. I can't blog anymore......

Susan
Peace!

1969 Ford Truck! Yeeee hawwwww!

So we went car shoping today.....

We stopped at a used car place, one of those places it doesn't matter if you've recently killed someone...they'll give you credit.

bankruptsy...no problem!

Screwed your last loan officer....no problem!

Beat the shit out of your wife and just got out of prison....no problem!

We'll give you a loan right after you sign here and cut off your arm!

We looked around at some of the nice used car's they had for sale....and I noticed Jack only looked at one in particular with alot of intrest. It was an old 1969 ford custom cab pick up truck. One owner, an old guy that owned a firestone tire store. We hunted the sales man down....(he was mopping up blood from the last customer)..and asked him if we could hear it run.

"it's a V8, three on the tree, 5000miles and everything original..." he said. "Let me go get the keys and we'll start er up for ya"....I quickly caught the 'three on the tree' thing he said and grabed Jack's arm...."ppsssssssst! you know what that means!?" I got a really funny look and he said....'baby....Im 56...YES...I know what that means!" (errrr ok).

After getting a copy of Jack's ID and lopping off a finger, he gave us the keys to take it for a spin. Well a spin is all we could do cause it was OUT OF GAS! (idgets!). We both got in, I searched for the seat belts...to which it was only lap belts...and the one on my side was broke (eeeek!). So I just held on tight and braced myself. Jack had a little trouble at first but quickly figured out the clutch and gas thingy's. I was actually quiet impressed till he said...'baby, I used to drive an old fire truck that was just like this". OHHH well ya never told me THAT! It was actually kind of fun living on the edge like that...sitting in a truck older then me, no seat belt, a half blind man behind the wheel, hardly no gas AND he was struggling with all the gears and such.

When we got back from our trip around the block (yee haw), I asked Jack what he thought. After all he's the only one going to be driving it. I thought for sure he'd say..."I gotta have this truck!" Instead he said.."it's to much truck for what I need". I had to agree, just watching him struggling with the peddles and the stiring wheel would have been a work out just getting to work and back. It was a nice truck tho, someone will buy it and fix it up to show off. Just not what we were looking for.

We have a plan to go out again tonight after all the places are closed so we can walk around the dealerships and look at their used car's.

We also talked about the fact we may not be able to do anything until we get our taxes back next year.

We did see a truck in a drive way...a 1993 something or other and they want 1750.00 for it. Everything she said was great until she mentioned she hadn't driven it in over a year and the last time she drove it she THINKS it ran ok. (ummm lemme think about that....errrrrrr...NO THANKS).

Ok....time to eat...I made homemade hamburger pizza for dinner.

See you on the up side!

Susan
Peace!

FOID Card!

Jack had me fill out a form so he can get a FOID card and buy shells for his shot gun. For those of you who don't know, in our state we have to own a FOID card to buy guns and buy bullets or shells for the guns. Jack thinks we need protection and he has is fathers old double barrel shot gun but no shells. He also wants to purchase a hand gun. I had to take a picture of Jack for the FOID card form. Do you know how long it took me to get a picture of a bald man with a mustache and gotee to look like it was OK for him to have a gun? I realized from that experience I married a really scary looking guy. I kept saying....don't look so mean, smile or something, they'll NEVER give you a permit to have a gun in your hands! I got my fingers crossed on this one. I wouldn't be surprised if they denie him on that photo alone...even though the final picture has him holding a bunny and kissing a baby.

Well...I have some work to do....I'll catch ya on the up side

Susan

Who says you can't have your cat and eat it too.

Some how Jack's phyco cat learned how to tell time. I don't really know when this happen or how, but it did. She know's that I get up at 7am and will make SURE that I do. She know's that snack time is 7pm and makes SURE that we don't forget. I had to go to school to learn how to tell time, so now Im wondering if she could be a past relitive come back as our cat. Gramma? is that you?

Layla (that's the cute little name Jack gave his freak for a cat) will stand with her nose less then and inch from your nose every morning and just seconds before my alarm will go off she meow's in your face. Now Im not sure if you've ever had a cat do this to you or not, but it's quiet disturbing. Especially since it's not a normal cat's meow, she seems to be quiet a bit LOUDER then most cats. Anyway, if that doesn't get you up she will stand on you! Now layla isn't our heaviest cat but she is heavy. Her paw's dig into your side like someone giving you a good poke and you have no choice but to groan and move. There just is no sleeping in here....and quiet frankly... Im sick of it Grandma!

Now the part that REALLY pisses me off is once I am up, the cat lays down in the spot I was keeping nice and warm and FALLS ASLEEP for the REST of the day! How RUDE!

Jack and I started this thing with the cats when they were kittens. We feed them one can of fancy feast tuna and shrimp about 7pm every night as a treat. I would say "tuuuuunnnnaaa kittiessss" in my most squeeky annoying voice, and they would come running to the kitchen. As they got older they expected this tuna treat and if they didn't get it.....well....honestly I don't know what would happen cause I've been to afraid to find out!

About 6pm Layla starts to tap you on the arm as a reminder that it's almost tuna time. The fiirst time she did this to me I wasn't really sure what to think. As you sit in your chair you feel this little furry paw 'tap tap tap'. You stop what your doing and look over to see this sweet little face looking back and then she opens her mouth and "MEEEOOOOWW"! This goes on for the entire hour...cause I'll be damned if Im gonna let a cat tell ME what to do! Ok....atleast 20 min...........15?

This is the part where I get stupid, I walk threw the aparmtment saying 'tuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnaaaaa baaaaaaabieeeessss' like a complete dork until I find all three of them. One is always hiding and waiting for me to carry her to the food. Not because she doesn't want tuna, but because by now she knows she doesn't actually have to get up and walk to the kitchen, thanks to me! Her personal assistant!

I'm always asked what the cat's names are and why we named them what we did. Gertrude or Gert, Layla and Priscilla. I named Gertrude after my grandmother.....wait.....MY DEAR SWEET GRANDMOTHER! The woman was my life and had just recently passed away. So I thought it only fitting I name one after her. Then Layla was named because of a song Jack liked and if I could remember who sang it right now, I'd tell ya. It goes like this: "layla....you got me on my knee's, layla....beggen for ya please...layla". Priscilla was just a name both Jack and I both liked and I have an aunt Pris whom I adore so I thought why not. Over time I have completely changed what I call them. I don't know why, just like a nickname I guess. I call Gertie...Dirty , Layla....Yaya and Priscilla is Nany or Nan's.

I guess it's only fitting that I talk a bit about the other two. Gert is a big floppy huggable kitty. She's the one I snuggle up with each night. She lets me cuddle her like a stuffed animal and never complains. She does leave me at some point in the night because when I wake she's usually at my feet or on the night stand next to me. She's the only cat we have that doesn't hide when someone comes over. The only odd thing she does is when she drinks water she doesn't stick her face down in the bowl, she puts her paw in the water bowl and then licks the water off her paw.

Priscilla is the big calico, she is the heaviest cat at 28lbs. She's very sweet and gentle, very rarely wants or needs attention and tells us when a storm is coming. For whatever reason she senses stormes coming before the weatherbug goes off on the computer. If you find her slinking around with her belly dragging the ground you know it's gonna storm. She will also wedge herself into the smallest space but doesn't realize her butt is sticking out. A bit like an ostridge hiding their head. She also doesn't drink from the bowl, she only drinks from the bathroom sink. Everytime you walk towards the bathroom she runs in front of you and jumps up on the sink. She has a quiet moucy meow. She opens her mouth and not much comes out. It's really rather cute!

Well....it's getting on the day here and I need to get some things done. Hope you enjoyed meeting my girls. Oh and Gramma....we have to talk!

Susan

peace!

giving it a second chance

I woke thismorning thinking I would give the fungal cream another chance. I have it on now and am doing ok, long as I don't move around to much. I think the mistake I made yesterday was I put on a t-shirt right after I put it on. I think you have to let it dry a bit and wear something loose fitting.

I've got a bit of work to do thismorning. Alot of rents came in and I have to sort out and take to the bank. I have a trashed unit the maintenance guy is working in today. He'll most likely do very little and go home claiming he worked all day. Why do I let this guy continue to work here? He's so lazy but I have yet to fire him. I dunno if I feel a bit sorry for the jerk or just figure it would be much more difficult to find someone to do this job for what little the company pays.

I really wish I could get out from under this job, I hate it. It gives me nothing but stress. The only good thing about it is I get to work from home which is really nice. I used to pray for a job where I didn't have someone barking orders at me or breathing down my neck....I got it now and not sure I like it. Ain't that the way tho? Grass always greener on the other side. I may just be a bit to sensitive to throw people out of their homes for going threw a round of bad luck.

On a different note, I'm thinking of calling my kids today. I miss them alot, to bad they live with my ex and I still have to deal with him. Wont be long though and Anna will be out of school and Andy is right behind her. I can't wait for the day the kids are on their own and I can finally feel free to tell my ex what I think of him. If I did that now he'd most likely not let me see them. If I knew then what I know now, I never would have let that ass take the kids. He had me believing it was for the better. So anyway....I think I'll give them a call today and see how they are doing.
Well, I have some work to do.....
Susan
Peace!

There's a FUNGUS AMUNGUS......Maybe......

Three months ago I started having syptoms of 'the change'. Hot flashes, flush feelings, cranky and irritable, migrane headaches.......then I got this rash. I think it has to do with the fact I was sleeping in a puddle every night. It started on my neck, moved down my chest, into my armpits, then on my lower inside arms and inside thighs. GAWD! what the hell is this! I started scratching like I was digging to china. I started doing research online and the only thing I could find looked even close to what I had was a picture of a baby's butt with diaper rash! GOOD GOD! So I started asking around, no one had a clue what I had. Eczema, psorisis, heat rash.......I even went to the message boards and asked there. I found myself sitting with a product called 'butt paste' all over me. Everything I tried helped a little. The best was the tea tree oil but even that stopped after a while. So I started using a regular fungal cream, it helped and the itching went away but not the rashy look.

So I call the doc, he can't see me for a month so I agree to see the nurse practitioner instead. She looks at me from across the room and says I have hives. I'm allergic to something. Ok.....WHAT!? who the heck knows, could be anything. ANYTHING! OMG! She give me some antihistimine and sends me on my way. That does nothing for me and Im worse off then when I started. So I call up the doc a week later....get an appointment a month later! I must see the most busiest doctor on the planet! Im emotional at this point, this rash and itch is litteraly driving me nuts. Im waking up scratching and going to bed scratching. I cut my beautiful nails down to nothing so I wouldn't damage my skin.

So a month has past and my appointment was today. I was nervous, I wanted answers, I was gonna cry if this guy didn't help me. He looks at me and says..Hives, I nearly jumped up and attacked him....he gets closer and says...hmm..looks like a fungus infection. WHEW, FINALLY....AN ANSWER! He prescribes me a prescription antifungal cream and Im off to the drug store. I get home and can't wait to get started healing this aweful rash. I rip into the box, toss it aside, poke open the cap and start slathering myself in the golden wonder cream. I swear I saw rays of light coming from the tube. I finish putting it on every inch of my rash and stand back to look in the mirrior. Suddenly I start to feel an itch.....not the usual itch...and ITCHIER Itch! Oh NO!...ok...Im gonna let it sit for a bit, give it a chance. Jack calls in dinner and we eat, I try to forget about it. I get done eating and look down and I look like someone has scalded my body with hot water. I'm more red then I ever had been and much more itchier.

So here I sit, my bubble bursted and still itching.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

Susan

peace!

1st Entry

This should be quiet boring to most, but here goes...........It was suggested to me that I get a blog....I said "a what?" A week later here I am.

I've never been good at just random typing so if I get stuck......just leave and make it easier on all of us.

Anyone looking at this probably already knows me a bit so I don't have to really introduce myself, but for those who might have just stumbled across this here, I like to discribe myself as a drama free, fun, easy going kinda person. I can be on the sensitive side at times but generaly I try to let things roll off me.

I suppose here you'll see alot of rambling .....I tend to go on and on about nothing alot. One thing you WONT see is me trying to figure out why the sky is blue or why people act the way they do.... Jesus people! stop watching so much t.v.! Anyway....that's all Im gonna say for the first blog. I have a topic I want to discuss in the next one. Thanks for stopping by and please come back often!

Susan

~Peace~