Three Weeks

Its been three weeks now since the MIL was 911 to the hospital.

First thing.." Oh it will be 4 1/2 hrs in surgery..HAH !

They crack her chest and see that the pericarduim has collapsed against the heart itself.

Yipee.

All 5 valves are blocked.

Due to the amounts of previous cancer treatment...there is scar tissue on the heart itself.

Suprise !!!!!!!

They worked on three valves, the three worst I assume..and it's anyones guess from here.

She's in rehab now or Boot Camp as we call it and she is pissed.

You have to know her to know how bizarre that is.

Pop is worn out.


As are their kids.

In many ways , our sense of time has changed . A lot of other things have changed too..or have appeared to. I have gone through this with him and I find it interesting to see the change of roles.....The family member goes utterly bat frakkin shit...admitted or not. The other person must go into the sane mode. We have developed this strategy over 20 years and no longer are aware that we in fact do this. A few years ago on vacation, we had car probs and Hisself just lost it ( yes you did Dear...I have witnesses..!) I was the calm one going.." We can fix this...chill." One of us is allowed to freak out...the other must maintain . We trade off..it works .

This whole thing has blindsided us.

Real life discussions we all avoid are now common fodder.

Priorities that were concepts are now in place..

I find that I am not as apt to react to shit as I might have been. My boundaries are in tact, the people that need to know do. Others ...it's not really an issue I feel the need to inflict upon them.

I have learned over the last year the value of private space..and for that I am grateful . I have separated the fantasy from reality and I find I quite like it.

We're hanging in there.

Ciao,

Aunty Pol.

And The Other Shoes Drops - Update

It seems that there is a new complication, according to the surgeon .Because of the non - Hodgekins, MIL has had the maximum radiation that her body will tolerate. Between that and the chemo, she is no longer really able to walk , much less stand.

Part of the recovery period with a by pass is getting the patient up and moving about...forcing circulation to get back where is needs to be.

Which she cannot do .

They are not sure they can actually do the bypass and we won't know more till the surgeon talks to the radiologist.

Options....

Frak if we know.


Sigh .

And the other shoe drops

911

Ambulance

Heart Monitors going bat shit

Heart function - 25%

Quad or more bypass eminent.

Husband nuts..given


ICU SUX

Sigh

Deja Vu..again

Happy Frakkin Friday Peeps

Whew. What a week.

We have survived the dreaded Gorgon of 4/15/08. Thank You Lord, Thank You Jeebus .

Things that we /I have also done this week :

March Of Dimes: Walk for the Bebe's:

Every year , for various charities the offices does the pay $5 and you too can wear your beegee's..( No..Not The Brother's Gibb..TYVM..do not go there ....I AM fan girl) . Mumble years ago , we had " Casual Friday . "

Whee.

BG's.

As always, SOME people abused it. Shit I wouldn't wear to work in the garden abuse. So of course the PTB's said " Oh , HELL no."

That ended.

Then we went to Bidness Casual.

Same Nightmare even amplified.

Some PPL just do not get it .

We have now a policy that on a three day weekend, the Friday thereof we can wear BG's . Since I stopped wearing suits/street length skirts four years ago and wear pants or a long skirt , this is no big whoop to me.

When we do a charity thingy, if you pay the fiver, you can wear jeans on a non holiday Friday.

IF.

As in the implication of a given CHOICE.

As always, the lame, inept, small minded jive ass mofo's bitched ad nauseum about having to pay said fiver to wear BG's. Thus negating the concept of......wait for it....wait....wait.....

CHOICE .

What evs.

The SC ladies baked cupcakes to sell for a buck a throw to raise more monies. At approx. 2:45 there were still a combined total of 40 left. I suspect more grousing.." I have to pay a fiver to wear jeans and a buck for a cupcake ...ummm...NO."

This is for a CHARITY people.

So my main partner in Crime, Sistah of my heart and another person...an attorney no less bought all the thrice damn'd cupcakes and sent an e mail.

" Cupcakes are paid for now thus free.......Enjoy ."

My e mail would NOT have been so nice.


Tomorrow: Shrimp....Nuff said.


Have a great weekend.


Ciao,

Aunty Pol

Once again 4/15 is OVER Peeps

Thank You Jeebus .

It was really rather mild today as the years go...which means the rest of the week will be a biotch as clients panic with the expected " I forgot this , that , or the other.

Suck it up and deal.

If SU and I can go to slammin Sammy's and buy Turbo....so can you.

I know, I work where I work and I fully expect that the Corp .stuff will go on with this..it's the individuals that I work with and who in fact know better that make me all GRRRRRRRRRR. You people are all e'd up about the incentive check from the guv'ment...LMAO.

1. It's not free money dimwit. You will be taxed on it.
2. You have to file a return to get your greedy mitts on it.

I plan on using it and alas, a tad more to replace the central hear/air indoor unit..yup. Living Large Baby.

Onward.


Memo :

To: The Bricks and Mortar Retail Wonks .

From : A Middle Aged Woman With Money To Spend .

Re: WTF Over ??????????????


Dear Sir or Madame,

Please pull your heads out of the posterior orifices that humans all possess.

I spent more time than was necessary this past Saturday trying to find a new blazer or two. I work in Corporate America. I am over the age of 50 . I have money to spend. This should not be a quest . This should be a given, a staple of your inventory.

While you pander to the twenty somethings that are a size 2, here on Earth in the real world, most of us are not that person. We don't buy trends. We buy the best quality that we can afford in what ever retail shop we frequent and we are the customer base you routinely ignore.

YOU have decided that the current trend of 70's fashion is the way to go.

YOU are so frakkin wrong , I can't see straight.

1. Loud Prints : Been there, worn that.

2. Short Swing Jackets : Are you stoned or stupid ? No one over the age of 21 , weighing more than 100 lbs dripping wet can carry that off.

3. Arm Holes : When you cut them down towards the lower half of the rib cage, well....Not all of us buy the $45 Vickies secret what ever bra. We were raised that undergarments are called under for a reason...not to be seen.

4. Pants : Don't get me started.

It took me an hour and a half and 3 clerks, my age by the way to find what I needed.

I have the money , you idiots .

I no longer have the patience.

Rant over.

Ciao,

Aunty Pol

It's Been A While.....again

The last few weeks have been interesting...to say the very least. As is my custom, I take the week of my birthday off. Thankfully, we had decent weather ( ie. no rain) so I could clean all of the carpets, do a real spring cleaning. I have worked all my adult life with no real time off except for the time I was post op in 1986 after a hysterectomy..thank you Lord for that one so I really value the time.

Give me a BSG Marathon and I will be the cleaning-est MOFO you will ever meet.

On more than one level .

For me, 2008 is the Year Of The Edit.

I have edited a lot.

Closets cleaned out for charity.

Shoes given a new forever home.

My emotional and mental sanity.

Blogs I just don't care to read anymore.

Judgemental folk who feel so entitled that they are convinced that they have more than a pound of flesh coming to them.

The shrill, the strident, the vicious, the just plain mean folk out there who are so involved in their dramas that it consumes them.

They have my sympathy, but no longer my tolerance, patience or audience.

I am stronger , happier, saner and just a nicer person for the self house cleaning.

I no longer view my life as either a contest or something to make amends over.

It was a great vacay.

SU..I really am not angry with you. You understand the issue .

As always sweetie, we cool , and I still love you .

Peace out.

Ciao.

Aunty Pol

Oh My.....It Has Been A While

I have been remiss in posting.

I had no idea it's been a few weeks, there has been a lot going on but still...sheesh.

Where to begin..this will be rather random to the people in the know here so bear with me.


I hate spring.

I love spring.


Under the hate column : I hate being sick with sinus and allergies. It has been almost 2 months now and it's getting rather tiresome . I am tired of feeling puny, where every motion or idea is almost too much to bear. I hate the ringing in my ears when the sinus's back up so bad I also get vertigo . I hate the yellow sheen that every outdoor surface has and the feeling that it's on my skin, in my hair and in the house. I hate now that the weather is nicer and the light is longer that I have to pace my exposure. I want to dig in the dirt. I hate that we lost 5 roses due to the winter. I HATE SLUGS>!


Under the love column : I love the look of the 2 yards of mulch over all of the beds, thank you for the birthday gift dear, I really do appreciate it. I love the fact that the Hydrangeas didn't all die and how the latest one looks in the front bed. I love that the plumbago is coming back and that Andy Panda Pants is a happy camper. I love that for a tiny window, the weather here is decent and I won't die from the heat ..even though after 26 years , I have adapted and bitch less.
I look forward to the ice house re-opening and lazy Saturday nights with the gals, listening to music and just talking friend to friend. I love watching Andy and Gracie Marie chasing bugs.




Onward :

My mother in law is fine after the lumbar fusions, poor thing is holding her own, we are holding our breathe. It is what it is. My step mother has had her hands full with a damaged fence in the back yard and termites, but if anyone can kick their tiny ass...my money's on her. She is doing well and stays busy so I am happy for that. Every year the Christmas gift thing gets more challenging for her , so with her blessing , we make donations to the USO and Doctors Without Borders.

We are coming to terms with the loss of a dear friend and co-worker, too early, far too young . The office is what it is and no longer really bugs me as much. I ignore the politics and bullshit, and value my friends all the more for all the years we've hung in there.

I am trying to be a better corespondent to friends and family and feel better for that , it is after all a two way street , and I have been really awful at it.

Hisself is making me crazy still....ah marriage..but this year we hit 20 and I find it easier to stay silent when I would have said something thus prolonging the whatever.

All in all...not bad...not bad at all.


Have a great week/weekend.


Ciao ,

Aunty Pol

Gary Gygax

Long ago and far away..oops...wrong line there.

In 1974 , a man by the name of Gary Gygax invented a game and a new way of thinking. It was called " Dungeons and Dragons."

I have always had a penchant towards Science Fiction and Fantasy, so when I was at the college, I'd heard ad nauseum abut DND.

I was curious........and then I was hooked.

Imagine, if you will...a game you could play with friends..in what we know as real time..face to face where you could take on the personality or avatar as it were of a Mage, a Warrior..an Elf..


And no one laughed their ass off.

Gary Gygax gave me back the right to deam..and play..in the period which was with out question .the worst of my life.

I have some friends that I have played a variation of DND with for more than 5 years now.

Other games I am in are still valid...and we still play. Since 1975 Y'all.


Mr. Gygax,

Wether you knew it or not..you small game changed the world .

Thank you.

I still have my original weird shaped dice ( thank you DH) and the manuel awarded to me when I became a Game Master. For the lifelong friends that I have made..I bow before the Master.

Blessed Be



Aunty Pol.

Memo

To: The Katz

From: The Management Partnership fka Mommy and Daddy

Re: The Rules

To Whom It May Concern:

It has come to the attention of the management that there is some inequity in the day to day operations at the location commonly referred to as : " The House." This memo is an attempt to clarify some of the salient points in hopes of future harmony and good will.

1. Food: We buy it, you get it . This is a structured plan and is widely considered generous when compared to other companies. We strive for variety and are vigilant in our pursuit of quality and overall food safety. Food is not however a toy, home decor item or bargaining chip. We agree that there are times when the item does not agree with delicate feline digestion and is returned to point of sale . We only ask that it not return to the management via the bed, comforter or fresh bed linens. When you as the katz can embrace the policy of laundry, this issue will be revisited. Furthermore, " treats" are a reward, not a Bast given right . You would do well to remember that many katz in areas such as China do not get the above mentioned treats and have far poorer diets than you enjoy. Do not abuse the treat option .


2. Toys: You have a generous selection . You have a basket full of toys. Makeup brushes, pens, pencils, lipsticks and so on do not fall in this category . Toys also do not need food or water, nor do they need a bath. Soggy, smelly , icked up toys will be removed by management. In addition, fingers and toes are not toys. Putting the bitey on management is expressly forbidden. Putting the bitey on each other is not an issue for management within reason. If management has to employ the PTU and a trip to the Vet, the above sibling bitey issue will be suspended and corporal punishment is immediately mandated.

Further memo's to follow as needed.

The Management Partnership fka Mommy and Daddy .

Adventures in Shopping - NOT

Today was a complete waste at the office , considering it was a holiday we did not get....ahem ..power that be please note....we did NADA.... guys...zip..zero ziltch.

Just Sayin n All.

NOTE:

Um..if any of the dear readers are of the male persuasion..leave now . Go grab a beer, the remote or what ever. SU doesn't count, he lives here in a casa where his gender is greatly outnumbered .

Onward .

I told the SU that I needed to trot over to Jacque Penny tonight after work..skivvies were on sale for me. I had the coupon in my lil fist, style number for bra's..I was locked and loaded . I didn't think that the Mall would be crowded and it mercifully wasn't. Off I trot to the proper dept ...only to discover that my favorite style had been re done under another label . Fine. I am a bright woman and can figure this puppy out. I had even recently been fitted at Dillards and contrary to most of us gals , was right on the money.

Wheee

Not so much.

I find a close aproximation..finally.

Bear in mind , I am a middle aged woman . I do not need the stripper model . I dont need prints, lace, spangles, froo froo or deployable air bags.

I just need a new bra with straps that do as they are told. This is not a lot to ask in my opinion. Really..not a cosmic leap . I grab my usual size and go into the room of doom. This room I have been told has aspirations of growing up and becoming the dreaded 360 degree room that Stacy and Clinton use..rumors being what they are.

Crap. Okay fine, I need a new size under this new label. Okey doke. Can do. After what seems ages, I find it sans clerk, which is not her fault, poor thing was the only clerk on duty during a bra sale for cripes sake, I felt she deserved a beer or a medal or a foot massage at least.

Huzzah..not so much.

Out of eleventy eight bazzillion bazzonga holders on display..they ONLY have two in my size..the generic most popular cheerleader who blows the whole , entire football team size.

TWO.

Dos.

Panties a plenty ala Jockey...no problem.

Bras?

I need a bra that will keep the wonder twins more in the range of my ear than my elbow, and I am aware of the effects of gravity. MY desired size doen't require 3 inch padding..middle age has taken care of that quite nicely, thank you very much.

By now, I am hot, tired and just want out of the maze.

The two things I hate to shop for more than anything on God's Green are jeans and bras. When I find a pair of jeans that are the proper length, I have been known to ask the gals at Dillards how many pair they have for this size and style..I have been known to buy them all on the spot.

I told SU that one of these weekends ,I am going to go to Dillards and take the time to find what works..that I like, sale or not and buy more than 2 friggan bras.

I won't go to Vickies..I refuse to pay $50.00 for a full coverage bra..and if they are on sale..( ROTF..like that's gonna happen) ...my size pffft.

Why is something so damn'd simple so friggan hard ??

Anyone ?

YOU..in the back...?


Have a good week.


Ciao,

Aunty Pol

My Oh My ..Oh MY

It always amazes me ........ The amount of censorship our local paper feels the need to maintain........since they are in fact the only game in town . I have never personally been fond of being in a one paper town for any reason , much less living there ...... and the local broohaha over F'd up Chuck is just the latest in a series of " WTF "?

I read a lot of local blogs for a variety of reasons. For the most part , because they are either so damn clever, well written or just flat out step up and say what needs to be said. Often my reasons are a combo platter of all three.

One of my local favorites is by a man by the name of Lawrence Simon. Funny dude. Cat parent, Bread Master and all around good guy. I may occasionally disagree with an opinion or two...but hey..this is a democracy and so forth.

In a recent post , Lawrence threw up a link to the Statesman..the paper of choice in Austin for you Tourista's. One of the key points in said article is the disclosure that the Chuckster got his meds from his very own Marcus Welby. Good for you , Chuck. Kept your sorry ass out of certain wards didn't it ? Bitter much..oh yeah..Just ask the Ibarra's.

Now this is where it gets good. Seems Chucksters Doc in the Box is none other than........wait....wait....wait....



Sam Seigler.

A Yup.

Hubbs of Kelly Seigler .

Who works for the Chuckster .

And wants his job.

" It's a small world after all, it's a small world after all. "

Irony..I'd laugh but then .

I have found that as I have gotten older, I have become more selective as to what I share..throw out there to the masses as it were.

Trust issues...oh hell yeah. I have learned the truely hard way the fiction of that. I no longer post here , or anywhere else some things. I no longer burden friends with a lot of what matters to me. For those closest to me...they already know. As for the others..it's just not appropriate...and I do not wish to give them a free pass to sit in judgement.


The irony is thus.

I am in a situation right now where the irony is that the only person who I would bring it to or I think might understand has been long gone..27 years gone.


Damn It Mother..this really sucks..I could have used your help right now.

Yeah.

Me asking for your help and insight...


Irony.


Ciao

Aunty Pol

It's 2008 ~ Lets Get Our Rant ON

SIGH.

We had to go to Kroger tonight, the larder had cobwebs . The kittehs were fine. The Beans needed a provision run . And it's been one of those Mondays..after stoopid bowl . We got home about 10...in tact, but dear..some one had to clean the tarte pans so that the princesses and their brudders did not snap to the fact that there was a chocolate residue....good for us , not so much for them . And I Know that you are still adjusting to the braces so you uudies hurt..yeah....welcome to my world dude .

Moving On........

So there we are. I usually give him the list , the coupons and my atm. This time I wanted to go in as the whole chiggins were on sale for .69c per lb..too cheap to pass up but I still gotta look.

We hadn't locked the car before we saw some young Momma...Ms Thang...2 kids in the buggy..third beside her hanging on to the handle...hopping his lil ass off on one foot........and her ass is on the cell phone.

HANG UP AND PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR CHILDREN BIOTCH.


Three minutes I promise you we are in the store and .." Honey...wait....you hear that ? "

Indeed...it was the migration of the Howler Monkeys.



RUN

Run Faster

Run Some More.


WTF is wrong with you people ?

You have no concept of proper public deportment..look it up.

My mother , like you , was a single parent for long stretches , and the worst was..Daddy was deployed so she did it all. When she went to the store, or commisary that was the time she could call her own . Peace and quiet. Either the Gablers, Carrie and Earl...or Cindy Bassone ( before the divorce from John ) or Betsy Ostereicher or the older Brown sister babysat. There was always someone to tend the kids.

And don't tell me Miss Thang, that you don't have someone to do that.

That is bullshit .

And if we ever dared to act up that way..well..you would have to pray that the drive home was longer than it was . Mom would never address it in public if we acted up..much less Daddy...if he was there, but BY GAWD..you got the look.


You have no concept of how inept you look, how pitiful the social skills , if you in fact understand the concept...that you are showing those babies.

You get what you raise...and I would like to feel sorry for you but..you made this choice.

Hang up and be a PARENT , you Troll.

Rant over

Ciao

Aunty Pol

Ah...Chocolate

For once it looks like we are goign to have a lovely weekend weather wise. It's going to hit 70 degrees at least today which if nothing will help my sinus's clear up .When you are prone to sinus problems, the worst of all is the stomach issues with drainage, and any one who also suffers knows exactly what I mean here so I am not going to elaborate. Consider yourselves fortunate. I hate missing work for this kind of thing , but...it is what it is.


It appears that the plumbing demo is not going to be quite as bad as I had imagined , thank you Jeebus. I am a glass half empty sort of gal, I know how awful that sounds, but if you imagine the worst and prepare to deal with that , you are prepared . If it's not that bad, hey..you WERE prepared for the worst so it's all good. I am grateful that we have the Moron to take care of all of this for us , we can just leave him a key, and he will do the rest. Now, it he just knew heat and A/C , ...but that is another story. I love owning a house...yes indeedy I do.


Mardi Gras was a hoot. You have to live down here to understand how important this is to all of us. We have beads out the wazzou and an invitation to ride on the Choctow ( sp) float next year..OH Hell Yeah ! We both took some of the beads into our respective offices, there are a couple of people with young daughters ..and we all know how much little girls like to play dress up , nuff said . The King Cakes went in record time, Antiones in Gretna is the ONLY place to get them from and I am sure that they have them on line, so if you ever feel the urge for nummy , sugary brain blowing Bliss...there ya go.

I woke up this morning to the house smelling like a complete chocolate factory...the good kind. The yakers are having their annual super bowl party and so hisself made two different kinds of chocolate cheese cake...it will be fun.


Have a great weekend.

Ciao,

Aunty Pol

LOL....Yeah..It's like that ..

I am always suprised that unlike most people that we know, SU and I are always busier in January than the traditional Holiday Insanity .

Weird.

Much.


We have pretty much moved the annual holiday dinner party permanently to January . It's just too hard to plan it for December for all of us. Work, familiy obligations, church...it's just too hard. Besides, January pretty much always strikes us as blah. The party itself was a smashing success, ten for dinner this year. I clean and do that crap...he cooks...it works. We had to borrow a card table for this year which is still sitting in the dining room with a borrowed table cloth...( UM...SU ..what did I ask you do also do this weekend ??????????) . SU invited a co-worker and her beau..a lovely couple . The beau is from NOLA so he , the NG and the Cajun had a lot to talk about. She was raised right, and sent a lovely card and thank you gift, they will be invited again.

Then it's Mardi Gras, hisself and the Cajuns will go again of course. The Cajun has family who are in a krewe and a place to crash so they will go off. I am donating some throw down bra's for Mrs Cajun to throw...goofy girl threw a newish Vickies a few years ago..I am not letting her live that one down anytime soon. The same weekend , I have a wedding reception/party to go to for a co-worker so the other NG and I will go....Then the yakers are having their stoupid bowl party ...then who knows...? See January is packed.

On the homefront, it's been colder than a well diggers who hah here and we haven't replaced the Central Heat/Air yet, that will have to wait until Unca Sammy is paid. We did get Miss Gracie Marie ( yes dear, she HAS a middle name ) to the vet finally for her checkup/out and shots. They think ( remember Annie/Andy...yup.....same Vet) she is 2, and in fine health . She has made a habit of sleeping at the NG's in their garage and a bed of sorts was fashioned. The puppies think of her as their pet and were upset when we had her in the night before the vet trip . Soooooo, basically I paid $131.00 to share custody with the NG's which is fine...I still have to get her fixed...I might as well just poo money it seems. But, she is happy and warm and everyone is happy .

Work goes well....all in all..good at the Casa.

And, I scored John Fogarty tickets for the mid March rodeo concert.

" Put Me In Coach"...............WOO HOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Have a good week....

Ciao,

Aunty Pol

And So Forth

Bless his heart, Hisself knows that when I am upset , I just need to vent , hence the last posting . If you push me, poke at me or prod me when I am truely upset, I Will Rip Off Your Head And Spit down Your Neck...WERD !

We talked about all of this b.s. and revamped the master plan , and while I am not the happiest of campers, I see the logic of it all.

This is not to say that I am happy about all of this...but..yeah...I get it . I just wish these issues didn't involve a comma.

Have a great one..you deserve it....you know you do .

Ciao,

Aunty Pol

When dies this shit stop ?

Mmm'kay

I think I have to throw in the towel .

Enough.

We got the estimate from the dude.

Last year our heat part of the central air /heat thingy went kaput. Living in zone 9 ( tropical) this was not large.

Fast forward.

Hiself took it upon hisself to get it checked into.

Well yeah..you had the day off.......whatevs.

It seems that the heat part is kaput and according to the A/C wonk....the air part will soon follow.

Like twins separated at birth.

Question One : Why does a new friggan system not last more than 14 years ?

Question Two : Why ?


I am beyond ...whatever...

The estimate has a comma in the figure .

F savings.

And I have no idea about income tax for 07.

For those who read this and tisk tisk.." Prior Prudent Planning "

F off n die.

The taxes I can do..

I paid the prop/homeowners a week ago,,,,,,,,,,,and there was a comma.


I would cry if I had the stamina right now

Ciao

Aunty Pol

Suprises and Resolutions

I find that the older I get, the more suprised I am by the kindness of strangers and the occasional random act of kindness . I'm not sure what this means exactly and I am not going to do my usual " mess with it like it's a sore tooth till you want to scream bit..but still it deserves to be recognized . It's been an odd year in many ways , and yet at the same time, new routines have been worked on and patterns changed . There are many things that I am so grateful for..the health and happiness of friends and family...my +50 ladies group who understand and laugh and support each other no matter what....the gang of Hellions that I still game with after 5 years...Malibu and Mr. Mullet and their child ( my Godson) who is getting married July 2008, ( geeze..it really seems like yesterday that I was reading to him ) , The Crazy Cajun and his wife, the Yakers, and far too many others to name here . I am grateful that we have all hung together through some of the brightest and or darkest days we've all shared . I suspect that they are in part grateful that Hisself and I are still married and haven't killed the other yet......kidding ..kidding....geeze.


I am not one to make resolutions, I honestly believe that they are a way to set ourselves up for failure . I'd rather take it a day at a time, trying to remember that not every action requires a reaction, not every comment merits a reply and sometimes the best thing to do when faced with things is to just leave it alone...walk away. If it requires something..that won't change in a matter of days but the self created trauma may have lessened . Our parents were as always right . It truely is " Not as bad as it seems " more often than not...and after all , very little in life is really worth throwing a fit of Pete over ( LOL..that still makes me laugh Daddy, it really does ) .



Yes , I have goals for 2008 and beyind...but they are private..I have found it better to keep it that way .

Have a safe and joyous holiday, may it be everything that you hope for and more. I hope that your families , biped or furbaby , are all happy , healthy warm and safe.


Feliz Navidad.


Aunty Pol

WTF ? Over ?

I belong to a number of sites that are focused, polite, and just basically just play nice with others. They are well moderated, we have been friends for a long time. Other sites that I am newish to, I have taken the time to to know .

The kind where you break through the virtual world and deal with each other in real life. You invite or are invited to each others homes. You behave life a proper guest. You are respectfull of your host . You behave in the manner in which you were raised.

And then there are the others..the Flame Monkeys.

It begs the question............why ?

The audience you were jonsing for recognizes your lame ass attempt at a coup.

Get the F Over It


Ciao,

Aunty Pol

A Rather Odd Day Or 3

It was an odd weekend, not bad per se, but different. For once Hisself did not have to go in to work.

Let me back up.

Friday night we went to Slammin Sammy's and for once , it was not the total pain in the ass that it usually is. I guess everyone was at the Mall...Oh Hell No. Other than the hatted one who insisted that he had the right to bounce a Wilson all over the friggan store, all in all not bad. I finally found the third pirates movie, damn you blue ray and off we went. Usually by Friday night , we are both just completely spent so this being the case , we zoned out watching " Las Vegas" . Note to who ever brokered the deal that brought Tom Sellick ( sp ) back to the small screen, Bless you , you are a prince or princess thus elevated far and above the common rabble. Since hisself was indeed in residence, we were able to go a couple of really big projects that I cannot handle alone. For Example, unloading the massive bookcase in the bedroom to straighten it out . Literally move the mofo . Since the books, roughly 300 of them were out, everyone got swiffered. I had forgotten that I has some first edition Marion Zimmer Bradleys, and did the happy dance .May she rest in the Hold of her choice, I'm assuming Benden Wyrr. I didn''t push it since I knew that he was tired and I can handle the rest of it while he plays goof. Still odd that he was home in the morning. Sunday the usual drill , but at least it is a bit more organized and there are fewer things that need to be done before the dinner party in January. Yes...the holiday dinner party will be in January, probably the middle, This is fine, everyones schedule is so insane this month that January works. For what ever reason, I do not feel compelled to trim the tree, and the decorations that I usually use on the windows won't work with the heavier drapes. I sure as hell am not going to try to move the new sofa my myself....oh hell no. He is fine being tree less and sans carpet monkeys of the biped order, there is no compulsion . Most if not all of the holiday shopping is done, I started early and have been putting things aside, the few cards that we send are for the most part done. We finally got a small case of the Brill and decided that for the Step Momma to donate to the charity my late father was fond of in his memory and then again to the USO. Done. Whee.

We had originally opted to get a new , larger flat screen monitor for the home PC as an anny gift, but with the looming vet bill for Gracie..or Jethro , the vet it is. Yes, we now have a 6 pack o cat. She is a Maine Coon , just like TJ, ( We Miss You Toodies ) and she was abandoned. Sweet cat took up residence with Sgt. Panda Pants and they get along so I'm guessing the gender since they don't fight. She will also be an out door kitteh so he will have a companion. The Casa is full now..anyone who knows us knew we'd take her in.

All in all , I guess that we are as prepared for the holiday as we can be.

I hope all y'all have a wonderful, safe and glorious holiday.

Be safe and happy.

Hug the person you love, be kind to those who either need it or don't deserve it, it all works out about the same in the end.

Ciao,


Aunty Pol