Well, everything went well for dad yesterday with his colonoscopy and Dr. Hayward even gave him the red shirt he had promised him. Dad was so tickled not as much for the red shirt as it was that Dr. Hayward got his sense of humor and played along with him. Dad gets so frustrated because quite often his sense of humor just flies by most people. It's fun being a part of this family and "getting it." Scarey part is I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing.
Followed up the fun of the colonoscopy event with a shopping day with Sandra, a.k.a. Speedy Gonzalos. Geez that girl can walk fast. Since I don't like trailing someone by about 25 feet (makes me feel like a stalker - not a participant) I gave up and sat in the massage chair on the second floor overlooking the Starbucks coffee shop. Did you know that some people like ten, yes - count them, I said TEN packets of sugar in their coffee? I know, I couldn't believe my eyes either. First this skinny little guy grabbed five packets, pinched them all together at the top and artfully shook all the sugar down to the bottom of the packets. Skillfully he flips them over, dumping the sugar in the cup. A quick stir with the stir stick and then - WHAT TO MY WONDERING EYES SHOULD APPEAR??? An instant replay! Yes! Another quick stir and he bolts away, happily chatting with his lady companion. Now, you know, when God lets you witness something as crazy as that - you just gotta laugh. If not out loud, a little quiet smile will do.
Next Sandra and I went to Bravo's for a late lunch. We ordered their Cobb Salad. OMG did it taste good. The chicken is marinated in a basalmic dressing then grilled. The presentation was really nice too. Instead of just slopping all the ingredients together they line them up in little perfectly parallel rows with the green playing off the purple of the onion and the little diced pieces of tomato. Nice. The Gorgonzola Cheese is just flavorful enough to give it a kick. Yummy! Then we shared a piece of their cheese cake with carmalized sugar glazing on the top. That put us over the edge and we began to lose altitude rapidly. Had to run to Costco for the Club and then we headed home.
Roads were terrible and as usually the PA drivers were acting like Ohio drivers and everyone was going too fast to suit the conditions, but Sandra did a good job getting us home around 5:30 PM. By that time the sleep deprevation had crept in and rather than go postal on a family member I just quietly slipped in to my jammies and into bed. I was fast asleep by 6:00 PM. Vaquely remember hearing Sean cry around 9 and then rolled back over and did not awake again until the alarm went off to radio static. Or should I say blazingly LOUD radio static at 5:00 AM. Just my idea of a pleasant wake up call. Anyway, couldn't go back to sleep so I got up and wrote the intro to my dad's book, did my Zooing and Farming and then I couldn't hold my eyes open.
Now the nice thing about retirement is that what I did next I could do because I wanted to. I went back to bed and didn't get up again until the phone rang around 11:30. Talked to my mom and with MFDIL#1 in Florida which is always nice. Pissed my husband off because I asked him to go away while I was looking up some information on my computer. I just have NEVER performed well with typing with someone looking over my shoulder or breathing down my neck. It comes from sitting in the front row during Typing I class and Ms. Jane Long, the Business teacher, standing directly in front of my desk for every freaking timed typing test I ever took.
Then could not get my 20 something son to understand what it feels like to have your body hurt from the inside OUT. Asked him to help with carrying in the storage boxes for Christmas decorations so I can get them put away before Valentine's Day. Lightening struck him, he jumped into action and as quick as a bunny flew to the shed to get the boxes for me. NOT! So getting disgusted I put on my coat and boots and started out to the protests of my husband and son, "I was gonna go do that in a minute.....".
When they caught up with me in the shed I was in rare form. After a few strategically placed MF'ers and nobody cares how hard I try to maintain a Christmas Heritage for 'you people' no one else cares. I gotta do it all myself. Blah blah, blah blah blah blah and so on. You know the rant. Well, if you are menopausal, you know the rant. Or if you are the spouse of someone who is menopausal, you know the rant.
After my brief but motivational chat with my son and husband I headed back in to the house only to discover a little dead mouse lying in the middle of the garage floor. Still warm, eyes glazed over looking so cute but very much dead. I decided to play a trick on my husband so I plucked the little guy off the floor (don't know how to sex a mouse so don't know if it was M/F). Taking his little warm body I gently placed him on my passenger side mirror of the truck. Now, my intent was to get a chuckle out of my husband but he seldom sees my little tricks. He pulled his truck in the garage beside mine, got out and came in the house totally unaware he was being watched. Sorry Mr. Mouse. I'm like Rodney Dangerfield here - I get no respect.
Coming in to the house I caught 20 something son on his way out. Sweetly told him to be sure to water and feed his rabbit. Lovingly asked him to take the storage box and two baskets that were blocking his entrance which he had slid out of his way on the porch to walk in the house and put them in the storage shed. It was at that point I decided I needed something to calm my nerves. Ya THINK????
Came in the kitchen and created Jamaican Hot Chocolate. Told MFDIL#2 that if this did not calm me down I didn't know what else to do. JHC is made with 2% milk, heavy whipping cream, 4 envelopes of Swiss Miss hot cocoa and 1/2 Cup Myer's Jamaican Rum. Hurrying to pour my first cup and get to my blogging I forgot to turn the heat down. Just as I got settled down into my chair and cup of cocoa my husband comes in from gathering wood to discover 3/4ths of the top of his glass top stove is skimmed with hot cocoa that had boiled over from the pot. UH OH, I'm in a heap'a trouble now. There are a lot of things my husband can overlook or stuff down but not this. This has just pushed him over his raggedy edge. Well, that and the fact that my first reaction was to shout out, "Is there any left????" Also, I laughed when I saw it creeping its way along the stove top, a slightly browned burnt area encircling the burner. I suppose THAT was what really sent him tumbling over the edge. Anyway, he retreated to our bedroom, his place of solace and I cleaned it up.
So, how was YOUR day????
Oh and by the way, I am going to leave you with one question..... Who the hell decided I was supposed to be the brains of this operation and make all the decisions and a.) did not first consult ME? and b.) did not check my mental status first.
So, there you have it. I have now finished my second cup of Jamaican Hot Chocolate and am beginning to relax a little. See ya later, I think I'll go get another cup and really mellow out.
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