Here I sit broken hearted, paid a dime and only farted

Here I sit, sigh, trying to decide what to do. just before Christmas i had to wean off of my meds to go on to another type, but as i got off of them I felt just fine. So PC and I decided to stay off of the new meds and just take it one day at a time. I’ve been fine for a very long time, but….well…PC said this morning that maybe it’s time to start the new ones.

I just don’t know, though. I’ve been sick for three weeks with a cold. I’ve broken a tooth and had to have it repaired, had a horrible panic attack in the dental chair which still makes me tear up as I write, and I’m totally behind in everything I have to do. Maybe it’s just life making me crazy and sad. How will I ever know the difference? I hate this so much. What do the sane people do?

Oh well, maybe I’ll just wait  through the weekend and see. I don’t wanna do drugs anymore. I just don’t.

I’m being followed by a moon shadow

I could not sleep last night for the life of me. I wandered around, went to the bathroom, knitted, got a drink of water. I meditated, and prayed. I was in and out of bed a bunch of times. It was actually a lovely night except for the not sleeping thing.

It finally occurred to me that it was the fault of the moon, a moon so full and bright that it was almost like day light outside. I wandered over to the window to give that moon a stern talking to, but when I looked up at him through the empty trees I was stunned into silence by the beauty of the moon light shining through the millions of diamonds frozen to the bare branches. It was beautiful.

Aaahhhhhh boxing day

 

Well we had Christmas with the Gales. It was lovely. We had to get Bob home so he could work today. Luckily the bad weather held off until to day. Lots of fun. Lots of rum. Off to the theater tonight to see Scrooge. I’m excited. Hope the weather clears up.

Took lots of cousin pictures so I could make a cousin quilt. Bob wouldn’t smile without giving me the finger. Then the rest of them started doing the same. Ya nothing says we miss you than a quilt covered in pictures of your cousins giving you the finger.

This is a test

Bob posted this to test a program for da mama.  For lowering da mama’s blood pressure.  Pull my finger.

don'tthrowthecomputer My new mantra

Yesterday when I blogged, I was a bit afraid because I hadn't done it in a while and I can never remember how to get into it even though all of my passwords are saved. It should be a piece of cake but there's always some kind of hassle. Not yesterday! I get on to the blogger dashboard. I choose my blog, and off I go. Two minutes. No pain.

Ok so today I was going to write a cute story about being married on Solstice eve. That was a full half hour ago. First I go to the dashboard. It tells me that I am signed in but I do not have any blogs. Would I like to start one? NO! I want my other blogs to be there, just like they were yesterday. I decide to sign out and start again. I sign out and now it won't let me sign back in with the exact same email and password. The same ones!

sigh. So I sign in over and over again hoping that somehow it will change it's mind and let me in. It doesn't. after many tries and an amazing act of will power (i didn't throw my lappy against the wall) I just sat here fuming. I try to sign in one more time knowing that although seven might be the charm, I will not be signing in today......and then, kaplooie, I'm in. Why? I don't know. Times one through six were no different, yet here I am. Unfortunately I was told that I didn't have any blogs. AArrrrgg. don'tthrowthecomputerdon'tthrowthecomputerdon'tthrowthecomputer

OK I'm fine lets just find them shall we? "Can't find your blogs? Click here. " Oh I'll click here mister!! There will be clicking. "enter the url of the blog you are searching for" Ok so I open another window, find it, paste and copy it into the window. It tells me "no such blog" No such blog???? I open the other tab and stare at the blog that apparently doesn't exist. don'tthrowthecomputerdon'tthrowthecomputerdon'tthrowthecomputerdon'tthrowthecomputer
(who says I don't have will power?)

Sigh....so I fiddle with is until it recognises the url and sends me an email to another email account. For some reason it decided to sign me in by using my igoogle email and password instead of my blogger gmail account. Why would it change that without asking me? Why didn't it remember me the way it has been remembering me for years? Why did it happily remember me in yesterday and not today? don'tthrowthecomputerdon'tthrowthecomputer Man oh Man.

Then I look up the word solstice and when I come back my blog has vanished! Vanished! Gone! don'tthrowthecomputerdon'tthrowthecomputerdon'tthrowthecomputerdon'tthrowthecomputer
I am afraid to hit spell check. I'm just so very afraid

Been a while

Well here we are almost Christmas. I have pretty well everything done. Today I'll be baking pies for Christmas Day at Uncle Brian's. Charles is in town today and Chuck back at work and Dan sleeping and I'm alone. Aahhhhh.

Yesterday we gave out the last of our gifts to Amonte people and there we go.

Oh a couple of days ago a couple of people went out on to the lake a chopped a hole to see how thick the ice is. Then they turned and ran off of the lake. Tools. Yesterday we saw someone ese do the same thing and then put up an ice shack and drive his 4 wheelers out there. Wow, I hope when the ice breaks and he falls through that he catches a really big fish on the way down.

Two things

First I created the most accident prone piece of quilt art ever! I made a wall hanging to go in the fair. The theme this year is Bees so I made a hanging with a goofy bee and it says Bb is for Bummblebee. As first I put it on my dresser where it was leaning against an oil lamp and it wicked up kerosene. It stunk! So my quilters told me just to put it outside and the smell would fade. This morning Charles looked out on the deck and it was leaning against the screen, dripping with rain. Sigh.

Second I had this dream. Fran, Pam, Steve Dave, and all of us decided to make deep fried ice cream. We rolled the ice cream into balls and rolled them into cookie crumbs and froze them to make them really hard. Then we decided that deep fried ice cream was bad for us and it would be much healthier to bake the ice cream instead. So we did. They looked yummy, but Pam and Steve Dave ate mine!!!!!! They apologised and handed me a ball of fruit and tried to make me believe is was ice cream! As if!!!! Nice try Pam and Steve Dave! GRRrrrrrr!