Train Ride in hell

Ohh the cruel mistress of mother nature.

The foolish tricks she plays on us silly underling mortals..and she takes great joy in it I believe. I hear her laughing manically as she creates havoc in one's life, (read MY LIFE)..seriously.

Several months ago I wrote of the 'schmeer's that she was plaguing me with. The last schmeers lasted 2 weeks. Never enough to 'wear' anything, just there when I'd wipe my ass with toilet paper, I could see that slight pinkish schmeer. I suffered the ill consequences of a period too..the bloating (heaven forbid..it does get worse as you become menopausal..get ready for it) the cramps..ohmygawd the cramps, headache, stomach out of whack, screwed up digestion..all of it. And just a schmeer.

She gave me my comeuppance. My schmeer hung on for nearly 3 weeks...3 weeks I tell you. Then..it stopped, just about 5 days ago..it stopped. I was glad..thankgoodness!
I was glad until today that is. She's back..Aunt Flo decided I had been long enough without a proper 'visit'..so she decided that today..she come round and knock on my door. First time she's visited beyond a schmeer in many moons.

WHY OH WHY am I plagued with this curse AGAIN? I mean c'mon now...if I got the powersurges going on..if I've got the itchy skin, the bloating and all the lovely things that go along with meno-hell..why would mother nature feel the need to bring this upon me again!?

Sad thing is..I should have known it was coming. Four days ago, my boobs were so tender..and HURTING HURTING HURTING (sleeping on my stomach.... squishing the boobs down) was impossible! Movement in general was difficult!  If my arms rubbed anywhere near them..and ohmygawd and ..I went up in size! I Swear to you ..they blew up like balloons!  (that was cool, cuz they were actually 'round' again..instead of looking like 1/2 filled stretched out water balloons ya know...?)  My bras were tight, my clothes were tight, my pants bothered me..I ate and blew up..like someone had put a bicycle tire pump up my ass and started pumping. This lasted for 4 days..today things were on their way back to normal..almost.WTH?


ARGHHHHH!!!!

Can I get off this train yet? When's the next stop?? Junction? Hell, I'll take a water tower and leap..
 
PS: this was written on the 4th..and posted by accident..elsewhere! ACK!!

"The little things Bob"

Pulling suds out from his hiding corner and giving him a pat on the back. I step up..my soapbox and me..oh yesh!

If you're curious, the above quote is from one of my favorite movies "Phenomenon" ..with John Travolta

But..it's true. All of life is 'the little things'.

Sometimes I have to ask myself, why do the little things bother us so much.
I know that the little things in life, bother me more then the big stuff most time. Irritate me more, rile me up hotter and just generally cause me to be pissed off. The little things.

Now..I'm not talking about the little things that happen only once. Maybe twice.
I'm talking about the little things that happen repeatedly...again and again and again.

I heard it once said "insanity is repeating the same mistakes and expecting a different result".  Well then, I guess to put that in my view from here "Insanity is expecting something different even after 7 years of repeated mistakes."

It's the little things I tell you.
The little things pile up, and make..big irritations.  Like:

If you've been getting towels out of the same cabinet, every day for 7 years, you'd think you'd notice at least once, how they were folded. Then, when it was your turn to fold (or you simply did it out of the goodness of your heart), you'd know how to fold them.
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh NO!
To add insult to injury here, you fold them wrong, go to put them away and they won't fit so you do what? Shove them in the cabinet all helter skelter or sit them on the counter for someone else to put away? BOTH..depending on the day.

Let's stick with the bathroom shall we? There are two sinks, his and hers. Daily, without fail she always wipes her out when she's done. He sees her do this. Her sink stays clean. So does the counter around her sink. He does not do this. Day after day, after day he uses the sink, gets water everywhere, leaves soap scum, hair and what not all about...does he wipe it out? Does he clean it at least once a week?
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh NO! He waits..and waits and waits, because he knows that eventually she'll have to do it because she can't stand it anymore. <sigh>

Same goes with the toilet. Two bathrooms, she routinely uses the smaller bathroom for her daily toilet habits. She cleans the toilet regularly (nearly daily). He uses the master toilet. Does he clean it?...does he swish it about at least once a week?...wipe the seat? Check the floor area around it?
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh NO! He waits..and waits and waits, because he knows that eventually she'll have to do it because she can't stand it anymore. <sigh>

 She cleans the desk, it's top is clear, no clutter in sight. Does it stay that way? Not a snowballs chance in hell. WHY? Because it's a flat surface, it's empty, the perfect place to drop his junk. Which he does every day. Stuff he doesn't want to deal with at the time, things that may need to go to the trash but he isn't walking that way. Pile after pile after pile. Does he clean it?
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh NO! He waits...and waits, because he knows that eventually she'll have to do it because she can't stand it anymore. <sigh>

Little things I tell you:
Like..the wire bread twist tie..I can't stand it, it's useless once you open the bread, to close again..you simply twist the bag fold it back on itself and put it in the bread box..bread sealed, job completed. Does he do this?
UHHhhhhhhh NO! Instead, he repeatedly puts the little twist tie back on the bread and sits the bread in FRONT of the bread box. WTH?

His bedroom trash can. We both have small trash cans on each side of the bed. His always always always is full ..and it will become 'overflowing' with stuff falling all over the floor before ONE of us picks it up. Even worse is..he'll toss things in the general direction of the trash can, full or not, if he misses does he pick it up? NO!..

The laundry hampers. One has a lid..the one where we put the whites. He can't be bothered to open the lid to toss his stuff IN it..most times it makes it to the TOP of it..it's just far too much of a bother to open the lid! (*note here..this does not always happen..just randomly) The second hamper, no lid.  It sits next to the sinks..does he put his clothes IN it? Noo..he slings them over the sides of it..so they hang out..and he'll keep doing this till the pile is as high as the sink counter. I'll think we have a ton of laundry, but lo and behold when I grab the hamper, I realize, the damned thing is empty, all the clothes are laying across the top of it! ARGHHHHHHHHH!

These are just a few..

"It's the little things Bob"


The Crone of 'little things'..

Sage

On the job again...

Good Morning my Sister Crones,


Many of you know...I have a new job. It doesn't eek into my daily life too much, but currently I'm just trying to get back into the swing of things with working.

I'm currently on 'temp' status and supposed to work 39 hrs a week, but because it's not 'busy' right now, I'm training and when there are more people in the office then they need, I am cut from the roster for the day. I'm all cool with it for the most part, but then again, I'll never finish my training it seems and it sure does cut into the paycheck.

The cool things about the job:
I'm allowed to get up from my desk when I want, go outside and grab a cig when I want, sew, read and do whatever as long as I answer the phone when it rings or at least have someone covering it for me while I'm 'gone from my desk'. The boss lady encouraged bringing things to do 'besides answering the phones' since they don't ring on a constant basis. There's a full kitchen and we cook occasionally, can bring in whatever we want to store there for our use or to put in the fridge..etc, etc. It's kinda like being at home. There's even a t.v.
It's a pretty laid back place to work and so far (nearing the end of my first 4 weeks) I'm liking the job. It's all good.

The not cool things about the job:
Being cut during the training time because it's slow (key was to get trained before it gets busy..well, that's not happening if I'm cut too much now is it?)
Semi-low pay till I'm hired in on a permanent basis. Right now, I'm only making 8$ an hour. Better then no dollars an hour I know, and when I'm hired on permanently that rate will go to 9.50$ an hour, but that could take up to a year. HOWEVER..that being said..the work is easy for that pay. I'm in an air conditioned office will all the kudos mentioned above. Can't ask for too much pay for that type of job.

I think I burned my nose hair off yesterday. Yep..at least on one nostril. While lighting a cig I bent over a little to far, the flame went a little higher then expected and I had the distinct odor of 'burnt hair' rush me. I checked my eyelashes and they were still intact ..so..had to be the nose hair. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing!
Hmmf..me and fire. I must say we have a relationship!

Dementor and I are on better standings lately..know why? Cuz he went to the doc..and the doc said 'your fucked up..you need medication'..and said doctor put Dementor on medication, mainly for depression. The man I married is back. He now smiles, makes jokes, enjoys life and seems generally all around happy. It's such a change from the past two years sometimes I just can't believe it. Hey..better living through pharmaceuticals in his case..(and mine) Ohh yes!

Of course, never fear, he's still male and as we all know..males have their glitches. Like an aversion to cleaning the toilet that they use (and only they use) and or the bathroom sick (only their sink) ..you know, the basic 'man stuff'. That's all still there and of course, I'll never rid myself of that..unless I rid myself of Dementor. I do hate it that men cannot seem to 'see' what needs to be done or assume that 'someone else' (namely 'wifey') will tend to it because it's either beneath them or 'not their job'. as if life came with 'job descriptions ya know. WTF?


What can I say..it's a life..a married life and with that comes the bullshit we have to put up with from each other. Sometimes I bitch, sometimes I don't.

Either way, I wanted to put an update here just to say 'hey! I haven't forgotten, life just got in the way and I'm working on it, I'll be back with weekly or even daily updates soon enough!'

Till then..have a great end of summer time! I'm loving it!

The Crone of 'new beginnings'..

Sage

The Garden grows alone

Hello my sister crones.

Needless to say, as you can see I have not made a post to this blog in over a month. I wonder why that is?

I have no excuse and don't feel like I need to give one. Sad ain't it?

Ok..now, let me clarify that. For a solid week I was out of town..vacation and a wedding. For one weekend I had company and for a solid week I was rearranging furniture and clearing some rubbish from the house here and there. My craft room, kitchen, living room and dinning room looks fabulous!!

Several weekends have been devoted to the garden and well, the rest of the time, I've probably slept.

Yep, you read that correct, slept. Funny that..I say 'slept' when in all truth, I was TRYING to sleep. Sleep has been as elusive as the golden egg for me lately. For a long time actually.
I have been on such a lazy streak for the past week..(I cannot tell a lie..there has been at least 2 weeks over the past 8 where lazy was my co-joined Siamese twin and she lived on the couch)

I can see the things I need to be doing.., they NEED to be done and I need to get off my dead ass for my own health and personal reasons..sure I can SEE it. I'll be damned if I can motivate myself to do it though. This week has been a bad one.
I may start the week with six guns blaring ready to take on the devil and all his minions and I do so for about 3 hours. Then I think, I'm going to rest for a little bit because I'm tired and then it's 4 days later and I'm still resting. WTH??

There are no excuses of course. I can say the heat has not been something I've wanted to volunteer to be in either though. I look out my window and ask myself 'why are you not out in the garden working?' and then I realize, it's 100+ outside..I'm a fat southern women in the throes of menohell volcanic flashes and I think I should be outside?? who the hell am I kidding?

I hate summer. Wait..let me say that again. I HATE summers in the south.

My sister keeps warning me about the time when I will get cold and not seem to be able to warm up. She says I'll hate it, but honestly, I am so looking forward to it. It means I'll actually be able to go outside and not feel like I'm melting. I'll be able to be that fat southern women wearing her straw hat bent over in her garden. I'll love it. It'll help me stay warm, I can hardly wait. But right now...no fucking way.

That being said since I didn't sleep last night..I'm off to bed. yeah, it's early but I'm tired. When sleep comes to you in 15 minute increments with 30 minutes to 1 hour of waking periods between them....one has no choice but to try and get to sleep early to make up for it the next night.

The Crone of don't give a damn about reasons and excuses,

Sage