More of the same

Mom and Dad arrived around noon. After crying and hugging her grandson, my mom took charge and I let her. We went to lunch and it just – I just sobbed. I almost lost my baby.

They then took us down to the credit union and I’ve put in for a loan. No one will be able to tell me anything until Monday. I’m going to see about a rental tomorrow.

We then went to the lot to clear out the car. Mom and I cried again. There are more pictures behind the cut. It’s really bad. Spawn is so so so so very very lucky. We realized when we got there that the starfish fossil Spawn made in middle school that has sat in the  back window of every one of our cars most likely flew out the back in the roll and is shattered along the highway. We’re upset about that.

We have a few leads on a few cars. Hopefully, we’ll be able to purchase something by Tuesday.

I can’t believe

he walked away from this.

well

I was joking that my clothes shopping needed to come to an end. It has.

Spawn rolled the car this afternoon. He was less than 10 miles from picking me up. He’s got a test coming up and he was mentally there and not on the road. He drifted, over-corrected and did a complete roll over.

He’s okay. Scrapped knee and elbow. A head full of glass. The car… I don’t know how he lived. The roof is crushed. He landed in trees. It took 2 trucks to pull the car out. There are TREES in my car.

As I have the minimum of car insurance – property damage, meaning someone ELSE”S property – I will not get the value of thecar or a rental. My parents are coming up in the morning. between what he had saved up for a vehicle, if I can get a small loan from my credit union, we’ll purchase a replacement and just share it I guess.

I have pictures, but they are grainy as they were taken at night. THe guy who towed it took pictures and will sent them to me when he gets his phone charged up.

You know, when I’m doing something right, Satan goes after my vehicle. He always has. This time, he went after my son and I’ll take him out for that! My son belongs to Almighty God, and Satan can’t touch him!

I have decided

I could listen to David Crowder sing ‘I saw the light’ and ‘I’ll fly away’ for like forever.

My boss likes us again. Seems the testing she was going berserk over, won’t count until 2020.

It is officially autumn and we still… well, you’ll see.

 

how was your Monday??? How about some ManCandy???

Sun day

I got up this morning after a restless night, to discover my order – with the exception of the 2 blouses I knew were back-ordered – had been shipped and I should expect them at the end of the week. I was all excited, but my joy was deflated when I read that Lee Kirton, the youngster who Urban Grimshaw was based upon had died this past summer of an apparent drug over dose.

What will it take before our children realize that drugs are a dead end street? When will parents realize when they take drugs, the chances of them passing this to their children multiplies? I recall some years ago reading a news article about a mother who shot heroin. Her favorite drug buddy? Her 18 year old son.

I just can’t wrap my mind around it.

Quiet

Which I have been. I know. I know there is one person roaming my wordpress who deserves a response and I’ve not given one yet and I apologize. My week has been rather horrid and right now, I’m just trying to cope.

This helps me cope.

Blerg

What a rotten day.

I broke out in hives last night around 8PM. We were at Starbucks because the internet was slow and I discovered I was STILL slow. I finally bit the bullet, updated my Avira and took off the Avast and the McAfee and now it runs all nice again.

But while there, I broke out and it was an itchfest.

Either way, we get home and I took a late shower, hoping that would do the trick. I put on jammies and went to bed.

Woke up a little before 4 AM covered from armpit to thigh in hives. Breast, everything. I woke myself up clawing.

Lucky for me, my son was still up and he went to WM for cortizone. I changed jammies, smeared myself very liberally (the only time you’ll see me use THAT word towards myself) and tried sleep again.

Woke up this morning just as bad in different spots. I smeared again, went to sleep on the couch.

Woke up at 2 breaking out yet again. Said enough of this shit and headed to the Doc in the Box.

Who asked me a bunch of questions that I answered ‘no’ to (new clothes detergent? Food? etc… no no and no.)

She asked me to breathe deep while she listened. I hacked up a lung. Her response – that’s some nasty asthma. Your lungs are all upset. Do you have an inhaler?

She then gave me a painful steroid shot (still hurts) and dose of pepcid AC (which apparently helps this stuff) and sent me on my merry way for pregnazone and claritan.

She apparently forgot to tell me this stuff will make my blood sugar go up. Thanks you, my wonderful pharmacist who DID tell me.

Right now, I feel much better. More myself.  While at Publix waiting, we found they’ve restocked (after a year) our favorite chili – Southwest White Bean Turkey Chili. Yes, we bought some!

Tonight, while getting over all of this, I whipped up a pot of Italian Wedding Soup (it’s okay, not great, won’t buy it again) and I’ve been looking at the new pictures of Richard. I’m VERY stoked about the new season of Berlin Station. I’m not so stoked about the subject matter. I’m really tired of politics and I’m tired of it invading a place the majority of us go to escape the real world.

But that’s a different rant for a different day and I’ll probably take that rant up somewhere different.

So RICHARD! Looking good, but you know it! Thank you for wearing those suit pants longer than it shows on the website. (It looks horrid that high. I don’t care if that’s the fashion, I don’t follow fashion. I would not let my son out the door wearing pants that high over the shoes!) Thank you for not cuffing the pants.  (Another fashion thing I don’t care for) Can you PLEASE let your hair grow out just a LITTLE bit?

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease??

School tomorrow. With kids. Starts with my problem children. Hopefully, they will be in a mood to be helpful and then we can sing.

Hopefully.

 

CLOTHES!!! Feel free to skip

So after clawing my arm up (so it looks like I cut) trying to get OUT of being put in the carrier to come home, look at what my FatAss kitty does the day after we do?

And my son’s Girly-girl is seeing things…

she sat like that for 30 minutes. Didn’t budge.

According to Mezz, clothes are calorie free.

The house

I’ve left my home before and locked it up. When we go away for a period of time we turn the hot water heater to vacay, turn the AC up to 80 (or in the winter, down to 60) everything is turned off, shut down, all of it.

Except Christmas, when the tree is on a timer.

It usually has a closed up smell when we return, but it’s gone in an hour or so.

Not this time.

I don’t get it – we were gone for 10 days when Matthew came through. A week last Christmas. Closed House Smell was gone within an hour or two. Always.

We left Friday evening and came back Wednesday and the house was beyond stale! Humidity stale. I’ve cleaned the refrigerator, the showers, the toilets (which we cleaned before we left anyway!) Still stale. We’ve been home over 24 hours. I went and put in new Air Wicks in the wall plug ins. That masks the smell,  but…

Oh! And critters took refuse here while we were gone. Means we’ll be bombing this weekend. Ulk! I’d love to know how they got in! (What I’m finding are dead, but I want to make sure their relatives staying with them are dead too!)

Just…. ew.

And DON”T get me started on the lovebugs. Too much PDA!!! Bug Porn. Not sexy!

In a quandary

Should I blog about…

• The staleness of my home after being closed up for a week.
• The shallowness of Clothes
• or quietly rant – behind a cut, of course, about something political that has upset me.

Here. Have some Richard.