The Hits Just keep on Coming

I hate people who do this--complain non-stop as if their problems are the worst in the world. So I am not doing that. I am listing things that have gone wrong in the last few hours in an effort to amuse myself about how absurd my life is.

I went to the doctor over these horrible headaches, and this cough and my complete lack of a voice. There I learned that I am evidently resistant to the mack daddy of all the antibiotics (since I have been on them for almost two months, off and on), have an extremely weak set of lungs that will not clear up, a sinus infection that will not go away, allergies that will not be controlled, bronchitis and maybe a head injury. And infected tonsils.

I got way more new drugs that Walgreen's is holding hostage until tomorrow, as I could not bear to wait for them., and instructions to call my doc on Tuesday next week to report I am well. Or else. And something about going to bed and staying there lest someone be forced to lock me down in a hospital. If I still have blurry vision from my headaches, I have to get some damn scan.

Now when pray tell will I have time to deal with all that? He assured me I would not have my voice back before my oral argument next Monday, so I had to ask the court to continue it. I had already figured out what to say at it, now I will have to start all over next time. Great.

So I got home by 6:30 tonite, which never happens, because I am afraid if I am caught out in public, I will be kidnapped and wake up in a hospital. Now that I think about it, I have no idea why I was avoiding that. It would be kind of nice to rest. Since I am home, and too tired to change the hairy sheets, I will be resting on sheets covered in dog hair again tonight. They are even starting to make me sick.

Between the getting home at a reasonable hour, and getting in the nasty sheets in the bedroom where the TV remote will not turn off the damn TV, so you have to get up to turn it off or use the sleep button which always goes off at the wrong time--Slater decided that he cannot use his right front leg. I bumped into him, barely touching him--and he screamed. Bad. And he will not put his foot on the ground at all. All that happened between the couch and the kitchen, which is approximately 20 feet. Add that to my worrying list now.

Barry finally got a little info on where he will work next--either Chicago, which he hates, or Orlando, which would be fun. This will just be for a month or two, and he would not be a project manager like he is now, as there is not really a project to manage. I cannot blame him for not wanting to be out in the weather in Chicago in the winter. But that he seems so happy about possibly going to Orlando makes me sad. Obviously, he won't be able to come home very often if he is in Orlando, as it is 929 miles from here to there. Sure, he can fly home once every six weeks or so, but if history says anything, there will not be actual TIME to come home. And since he is management, he is salaried, but won't be working as management---so he will be working OT for free next to people getting paid for it. (Dear Karma: do not strike me dead for complaining about money, because we are glad he has a job--it would just be nice to get paid for the extra 40 hrs he works a week on top of the first 40 hours) And of course, the airport is another 100 miles from here. After that short job is done, he might be in either Detroit or Indianapolis. Not hard to tell which of those is more desirable, but who knows if they will happen or whether he will have any say about which place he goes.

Oh wait a minute--something went wrong here. This was supposed to be funny and all of a sudden, it is not.

Im going to bed. With dog hair

Highs and Lows of the Xmas Season

Nothing is ever easy is it?

Here it is two days after Christmas, and I am still not done. I have not gotten it together for my sister's family at all. My excuse is that they were skiing in Park City anyway and not home to receive packages, but now that they are, I have to get it together. Mom and Dad are going down there on Wednesday, and going to the Texas Bowl game with them--hopefully that will distract them from my failures. I have to get it together. Including taking down the Whorehouse tree in the living room, but I do not want to.

Barry was home for three days which is the longest he has been home since....maybe 18 months. It has for sure been a long while. We got to have Christmas day home alone, after Christmas Eve with my parents. We got dad a big TV from all of us, and I really thought he was having the big one over it. It was kind of funny. On Christmas day, we slept in, opened a pile of presents, had breakfast, went to see Little Fockers, and then got a horse ready to take to Tracy's, where we stayed up playing and acting foolish all night.

We went to Barry's mom's yesterday for Family Christmas. I am so sick again with a new mutation of the plague, this time with bad coughs, terrible sore throat and no voice to speak of, which just pisses me off, so I slept most of the afternoon after the festivities. I feel guilty but then again, I was out of their way, which probably makes everyone happy.

When we got home, we had no heat. That absolutely infuriates me. That means I have spent at least $250 a month on propane, and I keep the house 60 friggin degrees. Its not like I am wasting it. We had a lot to do late into the night, since we had not fed, etc, so it was a rough night. To make it even rougher, the screws fell out of the bed railing in the middle of the nite, and I had to sleep with my head pointed out the ground. It was not restful at all butno one had the energy to fix it.

Barry left this morning. He is hurting pretty bad from the last procedure on his back....it was hard on him to drive back to Columbus to work, as that is so much time with his back lying against the seat of the truck. He is popping Vicodin like a crackhead too, although he claims it does not work. I'm not sure I get that.

In other events around here, I sold three horses last week. That is all I have to say about that. I got a new Nook, the e-reader from Barnes and Noble, and it is really cool. I am starting to get used to it, and I bet I will love it the more I use it. I got some new clothes, a sapphire necklace from Barry's mom, a couple fun new watches, a CD, a new stereo for my office from Rita--a whole pile of stuff. It was a good Christmas in that respect. I just wish we felt better, so it would not have been so hard to get through.

We should maybe have Barry's test results this week. I guess that is good, just nerve-wracking.

At the end of January, I have a conference in New Orleans. Four solid days of hurting my brain, but it is a good conference. I went about ten years ago. I was hoping BS would meet me there, but he has no idea where he will even be living then, since his Columbus project should end in the next week or two. Anyone in the area want to have dinner one nite? It is a bad time for me to be gone, weather and animal wise, but I feel like I have to do it. So I will and just hope the rest of my life does not collapse in my absence.

A swell thing happened today too--I was offered a re-breed for Gypsy to Boonsmal Cee Lena, for the gorgeous filly we lost at Christmas last year. I was totally shocked about it, but thrilled. It is not often that someone tells me they want to do something for me because I am always so easy to work with and pleasant. It almost made me think they had the wrong number! But I do appreciate it so much, I almost cried. They absolutely do not owe me this, as it was a freak thing--but what a nice thing to do. It proves that all these relationships I work so hard at are paying off, and that is satisfying.

Just writing all this is wearing me out. I have typed my fingers to the bone today, since I cannot talk, and I am worn out from it. I don't even have the energy to tell you how I cracked my head practically open at work last week. No wonder I have had a headache for five days.

Its a Ghetto Christmas up in here

Just the thought of getting out the regular Christmas tree made me want to scream. Some years we just do not do it. We end up on the forced march of Family Christmases anyway, and since Barry who really cares about it will roll in late on Christmas Eve if we are lucky, it just does not seem worth it.

Doing it by myself would just make me sad.

Today I mentioned to Rita that I wanted a crazy tree--just a little one, but as outrageous as possible. She mentioned having seen a fuschia tree at Big Lots, a 3 foot one. PERFECT! So off I went to learn they did not have it, but they had this six foot affair.

When you are going for absurd, bigger is better, I guess. I snatched it up and brought her home.

Even the dogs are scared of it. Barry won't answer the text picture I sent him of it--he is probably scared to come home.

I like her though. Its obnoxious and stupid and that is just what I need right now. I love her. I probably will not even put any ornaments on it. She is perfectly hideous just as she is.

Part II

Barry got called in early to have his second procedure done. He had another big chunk of his back cut out today, for further biopsy.

I guess we wait another week to ten days to see what they find in this batch of Barry.

Keep thinking good thoughts

Bad news

There seems to be a lot of this going on around here lately, but this one kind of surprised me. Or not. Hard to say.

Barry had a biopsy done of this wonky mole on his back--he had it done about 9 days ago. He has about 12 stitches across his lower back where they removed the whole thing (rather than just a tiny piece like a normal biopsy), just to be safe. He was most irritated about not being able to work out for a month so the sutured area can heal.

He got his results today. It is definitely melanoma, and they are going to do another procedure. They want to take more muscle and other tissue to make sure they got all of it. They do not think he needs to be tested to see if it has gone to his lymph nodes, which concerns me as it seems unnecessarily sloppy, but I guess it might be good that they think that. I do not know much more about it than this so far.

I have to ponder this for a while.

Drive by posting- Ft Worth update part 1

I could start out complaining about Delta airlines and why they cancelled so many flights on me to get me home from Ft Worth, but it just makes me tired. Besides when I get my energy back they are getting a huge whiney post all about them, but I just do not have the energy yet.

In fact, I do not have the energy for much. We are in the middle of moving offices, so I was working on that this morning, and this evening, and reading a record in between. I have not had a chance to decompress from the frustrations of the trip yet.

I do have some cute pics to show though, so here you go. These were taken Sunday in the Stockyards in Ft Worth.

Crews' first time in a saddle. Ok, it is a saddle on a bar stool at the H3 Ranch steakhouse where we had brunch Sunday, but the important part is that he knew what to do with it. He may not look thrilled in this pic, but he is sort of a reserved kind of dude--he really did like it. He is a little over 16 months old, and this was the first time we have met him. He took to Barry really quickly, which most kids do. He needs a leash because he is kind of tricky--he looks like he is in a trance, and then he takes off at warp speed and before you know what has happened, you have to run to track him down. Its a little alarming, because he is also not very coordinated and wipes out a lot. After he hits the ground, he just lays there all spread out and staring at the sky like he forgot what he was supposed to be doing.

Gabi of course is an old pro at saddle sitting. She will be four in March, which is hard for me to believe. She is a very funny character. She made up some new friend named Basty Sunday morning, and when I asked her about it, she told me that Basty and the others are only a little bit tall (she indicated about 8-10 inches) but they still have their feet. No one knew what in the hell that was about, but she is so animated that virtually everything she says is hysterical.

This picture reminds me of the ones that papaw used to take of everyone before they left. We also had to line up in front of the car and he would take the same picture over and over again. Not only that, it makes it very clear that I am going back to eating just chicken and green beans for the next year. I need to be harpooned. I knew it was bad, but that is a fat fat fat chic standing there.

Hopefully I will get a chance to post more pics from all these trips and catch up soon.

In the air again

Im on my way to fort worth for the cutting futurity.....my gavotte weekend of the year pretty much. Bradley's arrive in the morning, barry tomorrow nite and Mandy, Edward and the kids friday afternoon. It is going to be a madhouse.

Since I have been out of pocket so long, I have lots to tell about everything.....and maybe I will get a Chance to do.it later tonight when I get settled. The beat part will be pics of Tracy's new frenchie pups, Larry Moe and curly. So.precious!

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Nrha futurity

Im here and out of control. I have not even tried to buy a horse thank God but I sure did cheer on Belinda and Michael as they tried. That's almost as good...especially since I don't want any more horses. Aren't you proud of me Tracy? 

Right now I'm at the triangle sale seeing people I have not seen in years.  Ill go back to the fairgrounds in a while to watch sales And shop until Holly's plane gets in tonight.  I have been buying boots and bling  like they are going to quit making it.

I also ran into our old trainer that went to Poland via one of our hookups. He is still working there going to reinings in a damn helicopter. It was really nice to hear him acknowledge that but for us....it would not have happened
That felt good and made it fun to see him for the first time since he left. Google roleski ranch to see the sweet set up he has.

All right...
Back to sale watching.  You people need to worry that I learned how to post via email from my phone. Who knows what might happen now?

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