How’s your summer going? Are you getting out there and doing fun stuff? Making memories with friends and family that you’ll be able to look back on and smile? I hope so because I’m not… It’s been a boring, hot as hell summer…
Well the AC in our bedroom broke days before the hottest week of the entire year. So basically I was living in a sweat box, sleeping on an air mattress on our pull out sofa. Jealous? I know right? I’ve been quilting like no one’s business, I’ve already got 2 quilts at the long arm quilters, almost got 3rd one completed and ready to go. I’ve been crocheting too, although not as much because I’ve been sewing.
I’m trying to get the camper organized but that’s slow going, especially because I haven’t been in the camper much due to the heat. I’m at work and my mind is bouncing all over like a little red rubber ball that’s been unleashed. I am not looking forward to anything I’m so totally blah today. I haven’t even blogged recently because frankly there was nothing interesting going on. I did notice however the past 2 blogs I’ve managed to write have been about, wait for it, the heat! I try not to repeat myself but apparently I complained 2 times in a row about the same thing. See? Boring!
Wait I do have some great news! My Grandmother had lung cancer, she was admitted to the hospital because the symptoms from the chemo were out of control. They did some tests and 1 of them was a CT of her chest, which upon closer inspection revealed that her lung cancer has gone! She’s in remission. We couldn’t be happier!
Well I have at least 1 thing that’s good about this summer.
Have I mentioned before how much I hate extreme heat? Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a nice, warm summer day. But what I don’t enjoy is that thing called a heat index… It shoots the feel like temperature above the 100 degree mark. Which in turn makes my feet swell like a water balloon. I also don’t enjoy burning the back of my legs on my car seat. I don’t enjoy sticking to my recliner because the AC unit in my camper has conked out. Well one of them at least so the 1 remaining isn’t able to keep the camper cool!
I’ve been sleeping on my pull out sofa, of course after one night I had to put an air mattress on the pull out part because frankly my middle aged back couldn’t take the metal support bars. To add insult to injury the temperature has now risen! Yes you heard me correctly the temp continues to rise. So last night I was sitting in a camper that was almost 90 degrees on the inside. It was even hotter and more humid outside if you can believe it. Now keep in mind, I’ve got 1 AC unit running, 2 huge fans at each end of the camper and the only thing I can do at this point is pray for the sun to go down so it will hopefully cool off… Of course right now the lows are only dipping into the low 80’s at night!
So I’m sorry to say this may be my last entry… This heat may have caused me to melt (insert maniacal laughter here) please anyone out there reading this pray for a cold front to hit the Midwest! Thank you!
Who hasn’t complained about the weather? It’s too hot! It’s too cold! I only like the spring, I only like the fall… Seasons we only get for about a week at a time. I also find it funny that during the hottest week of the year, your AC breaks. As soon as the temps fall below freezing your furnace goes out. WHY?????
I know there are logical explanations of all this but frankly who cares? It won’t make the situation better and who wants to be well informed when your grumpy because your sitting in a hot box, not sleeping and sweating in places you forgot you had?
Here in the Midwest we’ve had the hottest week so far this year. Our highs have been over 100 degrees not including humidity, and the lows aren’t dropping below 80 degrees so… That’s when the AC in my bedroom decides to start acting funny and not running like it should. One of the drawbacks to living in an RV is during days like this the small metal box I live in becomes a microwave! Of course this only happens when my husband is out of town for the week. So he’s not home to look at the bedroom AC. I slept on the pull out bed in the living room last night, not comfy!
I’m tired, grumpy and because of the heat my legs and feet are swollen to the point of numbness… Well back to work so I can watch my feet swell bigger because of sitting in my office (when did I get old?)
You know sometimes you just need to list out the events of your day, or week, etc… My hubby laughs at me because I will give him a run down of the chores I’ve done in a day. For instance I will sit there look at him, hand in the air counting off the stuff I’ve done on my fingers. #1 I cleaned the kitchen, #2 I’ve done the laundry, #3 cleaned the bathroom… Now I won’t mention the fact, he’s been present as I’ve done these things, he’s fully aware of the things that I’ve gotten done that day, but still yet I feel the need to speak this list out loud to his face and expect some form of acknowledgment from him. God love him, he humors me and smiles and acknowledges my hard work. Some days even he doesn’t have the patience, at which point he’ll look at me and say “I know, you don’t need to list it off for me.” Like this stops me? Um, no! I will laugh, look at him with the “evil eye” and keep listing.
So this what I feel like doing on my blog today… This week has been wonky because of the holiday smack dab in the middle of the week (which I personally hate!) Sunday I spent the better part of the day running errands for my Grandmother then bringing her home from the hospital. She’s going through chemo and its taking a terrible toll on her. Last week she wasn’t breathing too well, so my aunt took her to the ER at which point they ran tests on her & admitted her because her oxygen sats were in the 80s and her legs were so swollen her skin was splitting open. My Grandmother isn’t a large woman, she’s 4′ 8″ and a little over 100 pounds. So her legs getting that swollen was very alarming. She’s also very independent and stubborn, so getting her to the ER was a chore in and of itself. Needless to say they did manage to get some of the fluid off her and her breathing improved, but she still needs oxygen as she moves around. This did NOT sit well with her at all. She’s very independent and she runs around more than I do. So she’s been chomping at the bit about being at home.
Yesterday she had a doctor appointment, but my aunt finally got home from her trip so she took her, which was good because I had my yearly cancer check up and endocronologist appointment myself. I had to have blood drawn, nothing new there… The downside is I have rolling veins, so getting blood out of me on a good day is trial. But yesterday I was in blood draw hell! They couldn’t get blood out of me to save their lives! It took 2 techs, 5 tries!!! I looked like a pin cushion by the time they got done!
Well I seem to have run out of steam trying to make my accomplishment list, so I guess I should get to work and get through this Friday as quickly as possible so I can go home and enjoy the weekend with my hubby.
Ok boys and girls I’m going to talk about sex. Don’t worry I’m not writing an erotic novel here in my blog (wink, wink) but I am talking about female, male sex drives and the difference between the 2.
Now in our school health classes we were taught that boys go through their sexual peak in the years between 18-20. While girls go through their sexual peak in their 40’s. Whose idea was this? I mean when in my 20s I was eager for sex. I know that not all girls are sexually excited at that point in their lives. I believe it’s because they are shy and unsure of their bodies and of themselves. Not all girls, just most. While boys are led by their penis’.
The point of this rant? Well I’m in my early 40’s and my sex drive is like a Nascar at top speed! My poor husband just wants a nice night where he can lay back and relax. Instead I’m darn near vibrating waiting for sex. In my husbands defense he travels a LOT for his job, so when he gets home he’s tired and just wants to vegitate in his recliner, while I on the other hand desperately want him to get up and perform his husband duties… I know that NO means NO and I respect that, but frankly some days I’d love to just throw him down and attack him. Yes I believe my husband is that sexy (wink, wink). Otherwise I try and respect his wishes. It’s very hard though and sometimes I find myself making snarky comments because I’m feeling the denial.
I find it ironic that in the media it’s the wives that are made out to be the great deniers of sex, when in reality we are at our sexual peak at this age and the hubbies testosterone level is on a downward spiral. I think it’s funny in marriage that the sexual power starts out with the man and the changes over to the woman.
Honestly I haven’t been able to get the hubby to give it up in a while, hence the reason for this entry. I hope this doesn’t end being TMI but I couldn’t help myself. Just remember if you are sitting a desert (wink, wink) remember you are NOT alone!
It’s amazing to me how the little things in life give you the biggest joy. As everyone knows I love to crochet. I also love to quilt. I always considered myself a mediocre seamstress. So I would stick to the easiest patterns etc. I went to Hamilton, Missouri with a friend of mine. Hamilton is considered the mecca of quilters. My friend and I browsed for over 6 hours through 15 or so stores. In fact this little quilt shop revamped this little 1 horse town. Literally redid main street with nothing but a string of material stores, chock full of quilting supplies. They also have a “Man Cave” for the hubbies to sit in leather recliners and watch sports on the big screens or play pool.
My friend talked me in to getting quilt supplies for a very cute little quilt. So I got 3 blankets worth of supplies. I started on the quilt 2 weeks ago, I just turned it in to the long arm quilter yesterday. I am so proud. Why you ask? Well the long arm quilter, who quilts for people that enter their quilts into competitions, she complemented my quilt! She showed me how my corners match up, she measured it and said how nice it was that my measurements match up. I feel this nice warm feeling inside. I am very proud of myself. I did a quilt that looks nice, I got it done in an amount of time that’s admirable. Making this quilt for my hubby makes me very happy. It’s made me so happy in fact, that I’m making another day trip to Hamilton to gather some more supplies, because I want to make my grandmother a quilt for Christmas. Something to keep her warm.
So hopefully my joy will spread and make someone else smile and have a happy day!
It’s Friday, I’m sitting at work, trying to get motivated to actually work. Some days it’s harder than others. It’s been a week… I am sitting here trying to decide whether I should regale you with some of whats happened to me this week. I mean I’m not shy, but do you really want to hear ALL of the intimate details? I guess I will table that decision and ramble on about other stuff until I decide.
I am trying to plan out our weekend, but frankly I can’t make a decision. I am so middle of the road today. There is a poker run tomorrow and given the temps are supposed to be mid 80s versus the 100+ they have been this week that is sounding like a good time. Con? I am so glad you asked, the run starts at 10 a.m. and registration starts at 8 a.m. and it’s in Blue Springs which is about 45 min ride from our house. So the fly in the ointment? well we are late risers on the weekend and this past weekend we got up at abt 6 a.m. both days. So the thought of doing that yet again on Saturday makes me want to skip the Poker Run…
Given the fact the temps are going to be mid 80s or cooler on Sunday as well, that pretty much takes boating out of the running. It’ll be too cool to hang out on the water. I do have a list of chores that need to be tackled, plus I’d love to work on my quilts. I have 1 in progress and 1 I want to start. Plus I have to finish ironing a current quilt top that I need to drop off at the quilters. On top of all of this, I’m feeling extremely guilty for not working on my crochet projects that I have in the works. Well I did manage to get my coupon list done, so I’ll be stopping by CVS to get that done… Ok now that I’ve taken up your time to prattle on about nothing, I encourage you to have a good time this weekend!
Oh boy, a woman talking about feelings. I can feel the men (that don’t even read this) cringing from here. I like the good feelings (who doesn’t right?) happiness, gratitude, contentment, love just to name a few. People do almost anything to obtain just even 1 of these feelings. Then you have side B, which is a reference anyone born after the 80s won’t understand, but it means on the other hand.
With the good feelings come the bad ones. Shame, anger, hurt and many more. For every good feeling you have, there is an opposite one. I wonder why that is? When I’m doing my commute back and forth from work, my mind whirs along most days it’s mundane things, my to do list, laundry, cooking dinner etc. Some days it’s fantasy thoughts (wink, wink) need I say more? And then there are the days that my mind just seems to remember every bad choice I’ve ever made. Every tear I’ve ever shed and every mortifying moment that can bring me to tears in the snap of a finger. Why does my mind torture me so? Also when I’ve upset someone close to me, a friend a family member why does my body make my stomach upset and I’m upset to the point of nausea?
While I enjoy riding the high of the “good” feelings, sometimes I wish that there was a switch to shut off or at least take a break from the “bad” ones. A friend of mine would argue that they do and it’s called medication. I giggle as I type this (yes I amuse myself). Well the one thing I do tell myself is… This too shall pass.
I know that when most people read that word they think of the bad connotation, like what guys use to bulk up. But for those of us that have reached middle age and our bodies have seemingly turned against us, steroids are a God send.
For example, when I get muscle spasms so bad that my muscles feel like rocks and the pain is horrendous, a good dose of medicinal steroids relieves the spasm there by relieving my pain. I hear news story after story about people becoming hooked on pain killers for the high. I’ve never understood that because pain killers while they do relieve my pain, for the most part put me to sleep. Frankly, I’m busy and I have stuff to do. While I would love to sleep all day, like I did as a teenager, I don’t have the luxury any more. So if there was going to be a prescribed drug for me to get hooked on, it’d be steroids. My neck was spasming and I was at the point, after 3 days, of it being unbearable. I mean I massaged my neck, iced it down, took muscle relaxers and nothing was working. So off to Urgent Care I went. They prescribed the steroids for which I was grateful!!! After my 2nd dose yesterday, the spasm in my neck started to ease, which equaled pain relief. Today I got up, came to work and I was walking down the hall, I literally had a giddy up back in my step.
I love steroids because it helps all of my daily aches and pains. I have so much arthritis, bursitis that a good steroid pack helps it all. So I can walk without pain and it’s glorious! I sometimes laugh at my internal thoughts, but the thought of trying to scam steroids from the doctor instead of the pain meds everyone wants to get their hands on made me realize that I’m possibly as weird as everyone claims I am. So needless to say I’m going to enjoy the freedom of the next week or so, until I’m done with my steroid pack.
Ok remember when I said there was some crazy stuff that runs across my brain? Well I think I’ve just had the dumbest thought of all!
Well here it goes, hope your sides don’t hurt from laughing. But you know how when you get a 6 inch sub for Subway, after you get done eating your still hungry? Or like when you’re done with chinese food you’re hungry an hour later? Well that’s my story… So today when my boss and I ran out for lunch, we decided to go to Quiznos to change it up. Well their regular sandwich is 8 inches… Well I pigged out and I ate the whole 8 inches.
Now my tummy is miserable because of 2 inches!!! I mean seriously if I had eaten at Subway and only ate 6 inches worth of meat and bread I’d be hungry! Well it’s one of the mysteries of life, I guess!