Floody Phlebotomy

Hot god damn! I had half of this post written and BLIP it disappeared. Where the fuck does it go when it does that?? So here I go again repeating myself now. Oh my crap, it's time! The time has come! Yes, moving day is next weekend!! The day for us to move in to OUR new home! I'm so flipping excited! We've been rushing around trying to get everything finished. It won't be completely finished by moving day, but all of the major things are done and we can do the little things as we have time. Moving sucks though. It's a lot of work, and it's hot, so I'll be sweating my big ass off. Ew.

Weather has been odd this year. It was cold forever and it's been raining like non stop for the past month. Shit's flooding everywhere. I don't know what's going on; some say global warming, others say global cooling. The rapture didn't happen so maybe this is Hell?? Cuz I"m quite sure I wouldn't make it into heaven. No, maybe I would because I really am a nice person and all. I just like to curse a lot.. but it's just words.

I'm also so excited because Tuesday I start the class I've been waiting for since I went back to school: Phlebotomy!! Funny, the thing I used to be the most scared of as a child, I now want to be. I want to be super good at it because I would like to be a Phlebotomist. I think I would like that more than just a medical assistant. My thing is, I don't like people. Well, I do like some, but most people annoy me, plus I'm really shy, so this is something I'm going to have to overcome because no matter what, I will be dealing with strangers on a regular basis; like, face to face. No more sitting in front of a computer from the comfort of my laz-e-boy. It's time for mama to get back out there into the real world and talk to adults instead of children and a husband all day long. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek.

PHOTO OF THE DAY

Look closely, you can see a teeny little car trying to drive through the water. We pulled over to watch this idiot. At one point, I though the car was floating away because it started going sideways. Somehow, the woman made it through; she was an old hag of a lady with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth. She drove away. Wonder how long before her engine dies from all of that water going in it? Dumbass.

BTW, if you haven't noticed, I wait until I'm finished writing my post to write the title of the post. I then just take words from whatever I wrote about and put them together, whether they make sense or not. I'm a flippin genious!

 

Injuries and Straight Jackets

I think I'm going to need a wig soon as much of my hair as I've been pulling out the past few weeks. We are moving in two weeks.. TWO weeks, to our beautiful new house; OUR house! But, we still have so much to do! My husband still needs to get the kids' rooms finished so that we can paint and get the floor in, plus we have some other painting to finish up, and then we need to clean the house from top to bottom because it's so dirty from saw dust and everyone going in and out for the past month and a half. I'm slowly getting the packing done here, but there's still a lot to do, plus clean this place before we are out. Oh yeah, plus 3 kids, and homework. I haven't even been working for the past week just because I'm trying to get everything else done. I will be sooo glad when we are moved, unpacked, and settled in our new house and we can breathe a little bit easier!

I haven't mentioned my husband's injury in awhile. He was sent down to Ohio State University to see a new doctor because his original doctor couldn't give a shit about what's wrong figure out what's wrong. He had a nerve study done a few weeks ago and his long thoracic nerve is shot, plus two other nerves are damaged. Doc thinks his long thoracic isn't healing because of the other damaged nerves, so the only option is surgery. Not sure when that's going to be yet. We were hoping that we could get some sort of settlement from his job. He only gets paid about half of what he got paid before he was injured. So we have been struggling ever since, he's in constant pain, no pain killers help, he's lost most of the strength in the arm, he can't do a lot of things that he loves because of that shoulder. Apparently, there's something called the "No fault" law, meaning that he can't sue his job because it wasn't their "fault", even though about 10 other employees have been injured doing the same thing. So, basically, the rich are protecting the rich, while the little people get screwed hard. In September, he can file for disability, because even after surgery this could take a few years to heal, but it's difficult to get disability and can take a year to get approved for that! In the mean time, he's in pain and no one really gives a shit. Ugggghhhhhh. I'm hoping that I will be able to find a job soon in the medical field, since I only have 3 months left of school, otherwise I don't know what we are going to do. Oh yeah, and his doctor is 2 1/2 hours away, so every appointment he has is an all day thing, not to mention the gas going down there. Ahh well, who cares, fuck you!

The kids have one week left of school. One week! Where the Hell did this past year go??? I'm dreading it though, I really am. I'm sure I sound like a horrible mother but good God these short people are going to put me in the looney bin. They just fight and argue allll daaayyy loooonngggg!!!!!!!! I love the peace and quiet during the day when they are at school. The chaos begins as soon as they get home. Hopefully, they will let me keep a bit of my sanity this summer! .. or I can find a job and be out of the house for 8 hours a day, hahaha!

PHOTO OF THE WEEK

We found this in the garage of our new house. I LOVE old crap like this!!

Pouring My Heart Out.. *My Grandma*

I've been itching to join PYHO again for awhile, but Wednesdays always seem to be super busy for me so I never have time to just sit down and write like I want to. I have so many things I could talk about in PYHO, but the one thing that has been laying on my mind a lot lately is my Grandmother. Such a beautiful soul. It's been almost 8 months since she's been gone, and I still think about her every day. She was such a big part of my life for most of my life and I spent so much time with her while I was growing up.

My husband and I have always struggled financially. We have always lived paycheck to paycheck. I always knew that she had a large inheritance saved for us, but we never know exactly how much the $$ was because she would never tell us. Of course, I hoped the day would never come when she would die, but the inheritance was more than what we expected. She had her money locked away in an account that she nor anyone else was allowed to get into, and there were many times that she said she wished she could get some of it out for us to help us with vehicles and what not because we always seemed to have vehicle problems because we always had older shitty vehicles. My husband and I both have nice vehicles now.. we didn't go BRAND new, but they are still much newer than our old ones. Plus, we bought this house; our beautiful house. My hubs has been working on it since the end of March, fixing it up just how we want it. It's almost done now and next month we will move in. Every time I sit down and think about it, I'm just blown away by what my grandmother has done for our family. She would never spend money on herself, unless it was something she needed; she always wanted to save her money for US. Sad to say, my half of the money is almost gone now, but I feel proud of us for doing something good with it, and not just blowing it on stupid crap that we didn't need. Now we have this beautiful house that we bought for dirt cheap and fixed up the way we want it, and if we decide to move some day, we will make quite a big profit from it. My grandma has set us up with everything we need. I feel humbled and blessed by what she has done for us. Words can't even explain how much I miss her. I have her photo hanging on my wall and every time I look up at it, I can't help but smile. She has been somewhat of a hero for me, and I hope that she passed some of her strength down to me.

Oh, and btw, just last week, my 7 yr old bought a paper home from school that he wrote a sentence on. It said, "i'm gloomy because I miss my granmo" before I could even ask him which grandma he was meaning, he told me, "the one that died". I was so happy to know that he still thinks about her and I hope all of my kids remember her!

This was before Christmas. I picked the angel sitting on the edge because it looked just like her when she was younger.