Don’t want a do-over

This has been probably one of the toughest weeks of my life.

Emotions have run the gamut this week- fear, sorrow, disgust, anger, joy, love, pride, and sadness.

Maybe I’m not used to feeling *this* much all at once, but I feel like a worn out dish rag today.

Fear of the unknown Saturday afternoon, sorrow at finding the father-in-law dead, disgust with the way one of his “friends” was acting, anger that more & more was being piled on me to handle, joy in seeing the stepsons and the grandbaby, love for them all, pride in the way the stepsons have finally grown up and again sadness, today as they left.

I also did the eulogy at my father-in-law’s funeral.  He wasn’t a church-going man and there were no preachers who actually knew him.  I’ve always felt strongly against someone who never even met the deceased preaching the funeral.  My voice was very quivery, my knees were knocking a lot, but I made it through.  It was a very small memorial service, as he wanted to be cremated and with it being midweek, I guess a lot of folks were working.  Not to mention at 80, the peer group has shrunk a bit.

I’ve fallen more in love with the grandbaby.  He is pretty damned grand. :)  I got the first smile on film!  I also got spit up on A LOT.  I wanted to make recommendations, but damn if I wanted to come across as the interfering mother-in-law.  I finally DID say something, but as a nurse, not a mama-in-law.  (Dammit, a tummy ache is a tummy ache, not tiredness!!)

I’m still NOT Granny, but instead, Grammie.  That, or Grams, but not GraNNy.  Let’s just say I had a bad experience with some folks called Granny and the sound of the word makes my skin crawl.

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Anyway, everyone has gone home and I’ve about got the house straightened back out.  It’s been a rough week and I definitely don’t want any do-overs of it.


Came home from work Thursday with a stomach bug & was out sick Friday.  Saturday rolled around and I still felt like crap, but it got crappier.

Overnight Friday night, my father-in-law died.  He was a good fella, I liked him a ton.

However, his housekeeping sucked.  (His wife died in 1986 and from then on, he didn’t give a rat’s rear about cleaning anything.)

He also left us with no idea about finances, insurance, etc…

Four days of searching has revealed nothing. Sigh.

On a good note though, the boys came home for the funeral which is tomorrow and the youngest brought his new baby with him…

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I’m getting some QUALITY Grammie time.

Topics of Conversation

Things discussed with my patients this week beyond the last bowel movement…

30-06 v/s 308 with a retired Navel Officer.

Picking cotton with a woman who had 10 kids because she found when she was pregnant, she didn’t have to work in the cotton field.  From what my Mama has told me about picking cotton, I can’t say that I blame this woman!

The likelihood of alien invasion.  Doh!

How women are nothin’ but trouble.  With a 4-time widower.

There’s a submarine in Idaho, sitting in the middle of nowhere.

The crack house next door.

With a 93 year old black lady- “Obama sucks”.  Her words, not mine.

Sweeping the yard.  Grass in the yard means you’re trash.

How to rid your property of armadillos.

“If my fibromyalgia, IBS, anxiety & depression won’t get me disability, what about ‘pluminary symbolism’? Will that one work?” with a 30-something woman.

“Someone stole my car keys and hid them in the dish water.  Why do people do things like that to me?”

“The white peoples are after me. ‘Specially the KKK.” (On a day I show up in a white uniform)

At a hoarder’s house (like one you’d see on TV)- “I cleaned up before you came”.


24 years later…

24 yrs vs today

Could be worse, I guess.  Less hair now, more fat.  :D

Gun Porn

Snigs’ recent acquisitions…

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A nice little CCW with Veridian green laser and a Colt 1911 that needs a little “dis-improving”…some fool painted the slide.

That will be remedied.

Ice buckets, ALS, good, evil & God…

Wow, who would have thought such debate & discord could ever come of the above ingredients?

First of all, let me say I’m not exactly a proponent of abortion. I’m not exactly against it, either. (Although I’m extremely anti late-stage abortion) It’s not my choice to make, if the outcome is burning in Hell for it, I won’t be burning for anyone else’s abortion. Being adopted, you can bet your butt I AM a proponent for adoption, but sadly, not all children are adopted by wonderful, caring, intelligent people like I was. Some have to live in Children’s Homes, orphanages, whatever you want to call them. Having personally seen what goes on IN those homes, the lives so many of those children have to lead, how it’s pure Hell on those children…well, I have to say possibly abortion would be the less cruel thing.

But that’s not my point.

The shock of cold experienced in the “Ice Bucket Challenge” somewhat mimics the extreme muscular and neurological pain ALS patients suffer all during the day. The purpose of the challenge- call attention to a disease many, many people have no clue about AND to produce an experience that allows for some empathy, not just sympathy, toward ALS patients.

ALS Association: Does use stem cells harvested from aborted fetuses and miscarriages, as well as those harvested from cord blood.

Abortion: Has happened for ages, despite legal and moral ramifications and shall continue to happen, despite legal or moral ramifications. Whether in a clinical setting or in a poorly lit alley, they are going to happen.

ALS is horrible. Your brain remains intact while your body shuts down, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, but you know and feel everything that is happening to you, possibly right up to the point that you know your lungs and heart will be paralyzed. I had a young patient die of ALS and knowing how much it hurt to watch a stranger dying of this disease, I promise you, I’d do pretty much anything in this world if my child or parent was suffering. From a religious point- I’d break every Commandment Moses brought down from the mountain, after all- my child IS a gift from GOD. HE entrusted me to take care of this child.

ALS Association, Abortion, Stem Cells & God: To the best of my knowledge, the ALS Association is not out there campaigning for women to have abortions. I have yet to be stopped on the street, with an offer to be impregnated and then to have an abortion so they could harvest some stem cells. As I said, abortion has happened and will continue to happen…why not let God, through scientific research, work some miracles from the remains? This is not condoning the original action, but making something good from it.

Is that not what the core of Christianity is? Taking that which is “evil” and turning it into that which is “good”?

Hover, Shift, Splash, Well Shit

I have a complaint! Now, I like how automatic toilets keep you from having to flush and either get ookey germs on your hands or risk dropping your shoe in the toilet when you flush via foot.

But dangit, I wish they weren’t quit so quick on the draw. I mean, at 44, I’m having a harder time maintaining The Hover Position…I’m either peeing more or have less stamina or something, because now in the midst of The Hover, I’m having to also execute The Foot Shift to maintain my balance.

Inevitably, when I execute The Foot Shift, the automatic toilet reads that as a sign that I’ve removed my butt from The Position and it starts into its automatic flush.


Now, while maintaining The Hover & executing The Foot Shift, I’m forced to make a choice…get my butt splashed with whatever the toilet throws at me (I mean, public toilets are like bidets–they spew when flushed!) or leave The Hover and stand up, possibly peeing down the back of my leg. Neither is a very pleasant option.

Um, ICK!

The Perch & Pray option went down the drain eons ago and when is the last time you actually saw a toilet seat cover dispenser with anything but dust in it?

There’s the option of covering the seat with half a roll of toilet paper, but some always ends up in the bowl and quickly wicks toilet water up to your butt, leaving you with that wide-eyed, oh-my-gawd-my-butt-has-toilet-water-on-it feeling.

Being a girl is just plain danged hard!

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