tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23280649358617671332024-02-19T03:13:36.420-05:00Moppet's Crazy LifeMy Life is crazy and messed up I have two parrots that was from the ones I had and lucky to get them. I am lucky to have a friend with parrots, she gave me 2 to help fill the void of losing mine.Being bipolar and dealing with everyday things and venting. This is my spot to do so and write whatever comes to mind or that I am upset over. Recently had serious life changes. The loss of a daughter and the raising of 5 children from the ages of 19 months to 9 yrs old.Moppethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421472970120057815noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328064935861767133.post-48770714365054924052016-01-31T00:41:00.000-05:002016-01-31T00:43:15.695-05:00Been a while.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN">Been a while since posting.
Just <span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="0905c7f4-2adc-4ad2-8119-b5a832ee47fe" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="4ca8da55-0832-4706-99fa-da0d81df56e2" grcontextid="alot:0">alot</span> going on and stuff running around in my head and can't get a grip on
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="ea235670-8a3f-4077-93ac-36e88b500af2" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="b2642ed9-d876-4e65-8961-2bf15b1e0c1c" grcontextid="it:0">it</span> or a handle on all of it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">Been working on getting the
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="20051a72-1d39-41b0-bbdb-3af4ab053fc8" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="48044ee5-599d-43ff-9c6c-59e64e27026d" grcontextid="rock:0">rock</span> garden cleaned out and redone for the wedding this coming month. Has been
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="082666fd-6d4d-4558-b25e-47b746814a13" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="d666b221-f608-4e66-a8f5-9439ec5aeac4" grcontextid="a:0">a</span> real job too. What a mess it has been
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="9261fc6e-0c3f-4322-af77-5882e22094fc" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="d23990a2-d516-4383-8453-54cd61e64249" grcontextid="and:0">and</span> a challenge to. Yesterday Marty called me early and I mean early (they get
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="bba49556-a2b9-4326-8ac8-fc55085f0e86" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="6e80fc3c-dc3e-48b7-999d-8d8c4f854b3d" grcontextid="up:0">up</span> at 4:30 every morning and me I am not a morning person so they delight in
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="9fadd25b-fc2d-452e-b96f-9453dd60eae4" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="6fff23f8-63a7-4ac3-8ef4-a450eb61714a" grcontextid="getting:0">getting</span> my unhappy butt up!) to come and go with her to pick up a half ton of
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="3c4eef83-a428-4a25-83f7-3ceb24c29243" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="48ace832-f93d-4aea-9251-5c96e3deebe1" grcontextid="pea:0">pea</span> gravel and the stone edging for it. Then in the early evening when it has
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="0d60a03f-edf7-4247-a456-120d2dbe0067" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="41cb1f63-26c6-42a5-b5d8-732e26426496" grcontextid="cooled:0">cooled</span> off she called over here because my brother told her to call her sister
(<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="17649082-2a50-4991-81a2-6087c0bfdcfa" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="9ebe6612-28d6-4dd1-96b1-fb5bb105a69a" grcontextid="wow:0">wow</span> sister...I like that) to get over there as there was work to do. Course now I have her bright ass yellow truck
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="b5b5c0a3-f98c-498e-8c76-60d0182261f4" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="9ce3ee27-de5e-4a8e-85a5-b44a44232025" grcontextid="in:0">in</span> the drive as the gas beast is over with pea gravel still in it. The gas
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="fc971c3f-ce12-418b-8e92-e4dbc095949c" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="a96a4cb3-98af-45ec-a805-0bbb2a943052" grcontextid="beast:0">beast</span> is a full size dodge ram truck. She <span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="e8b247f0-7e12-4767-b4bb-cc5aba954463" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="ae836247-1dc3-4be7-a142-8f19ad22e26a" grcontextid="don’t get:0">don’t get</span> a very good gas mileage but
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="03d3b81a-82c2-4b7c-9821-507ac850ad19" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="bc75d76a-0345-468f-8941-06540ff25e30" grcontextid="then:0">then</span> again I put 60 in at the beginning of the month and it last all month. I
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="31121f22-39b6-4912-93c1-da0a5c7a5b4f" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="e661da44-da20-4665-b046-5c3fbe46f948" grcontextid="do:0">do</span> not do much running around so it is not <span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="f26e4072-fbfa-48a5-8a16-c78fa70e453e" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="e661da44-da20-4665-b046-5c3fbe46f948" grcontextid="to:1">to</span> bad. The most it goes is back and
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="5f0d816a-3071-4bb2-a3ea-6397c08e8322" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="4c35d893-389b-4c70-bae9-327fb4649b0d" grcontextid="forth:0">forth</span> here in Bone Gap. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">Marty and I joined a gym and
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="c59df63f-ced6-425a-8595-ce9f9cc6cf8a" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="5cc3eddb-1adf-4103-8666-83296d50a9a6" grcontextid="we:0">we</span> have been going to work out around her work schedule to do so. Neither of us
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="f6d790f9-e1a8-428b-b19f-232ea73dd040" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="c5297cc1-32f2-4cf2-a2c8-d1687373bfec" grcontextid="wants:0">wants</span> to go by ourselves not only is it safer in case one of us gets hurt.
Let's just say it <span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="a865d12a-53a4-4c6e-b5ec-55b28935b40c" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="46c24148-8bca-4b98-8a1b-c12d10c879ee" grcontextid="has been:0">has been</span> an experience neither one of us will repeat. And <span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="965674b9-59fb-4785-8429-e97c7f62a505" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="29a2cc46-0afe-46ce-b123-a2dacb9fc057" grcontextid="by:0">by</span>
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="3de77a42-0875-49cd-8685-123433b5988f" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="b25ac03a-c4fb-4b50-be0d-c29d008d1e58" grcontextid="that:0">that</span> the other day when we were there....<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="d575f25e-3e3c-46f0-bf78-4551f6acb5a5" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="b25ac03a-c4fb-4b50-be0d-c29d008d1e58" grcontextid=".:1">.</span>I am so sure they had a good laugh
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="dc12ab19-67b6-4fca-b69c-1881f77ebe68" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="a247389e-369e-478a-bbe2-c4590ee4cc6e" grcontextid="when:0">when</span> they looked at the cam....<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="19729c13-76a0-4c9c-b5c7-58a1c14fb29d" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="a247389e-369e-478a-bbe2-c4590ee4cc6e" grcontextid=".:1">.</span>Marty got on a machine I forget what it is
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="f671d411-31cd-48ff-bd2d-8d1363dbaa32" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="d4df25c0-289c-4009-8f38-33e9952f3ebb" grcontextid="called:0">called</span>, but you adjust for hanging upside down and she did not change the
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="d9d84e2d-4a76-4063-aa9b-453e8f8cbeec" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="5a062de2-e865-4d64-a484-132f7d4465de" grcontextid="settings:0">settings</span> on it and got stuck... <span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="0293fb4c-5f44-40b3-9376-022097e1312d" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="972777e1-73a7-4479-8d20-ac1741cf2268" grcontextid="upside:0">upside</span> down and almost fell out of it<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="ce7ff86a-ee53-44c7-b4ab-00674482acb4" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="972777e1-73a7-4479-8d20-ac1741cf2268" grcontextid=".:1">.</span>Well in
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="c71dd2f1-7550-401c-9a4c-117312c55a3c" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="26b433ba-6618-45a3-8d13-b4400108b2ba" grcontextid="my:0">my</span> hurry to get to her I tripped getting off the exercise bike that sits low.
Needless to say I don't think she will be trying it in the future!!!! We looked
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="b018ac01-6350-42bc-bd67-d2bcb576124c" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="a1d67071-91d9-4cb6-b58a-684f69028835" grcontextid="at:0">at</span> each other and busted out laughing like idiots....<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="1fc2c001-baad-4c25-b627-3e6ac0b63bea" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="a1d67071-91d9-4cb6-b58a-684f69028835" grcontextid=".:1">.</span>but was worth it <span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="47b3f9f6-be1a-4a3c-bb8f-7a0443c24c2c" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="a1d67071-91d9-4cb6-b58a-684f69028835" grcontextid="to:2">to</span>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">My tomcat Tigger is such a
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="e7b35f7a-649d-462c-a188-d20ad36b8081" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="f06ece7c-61cc-4224-8b84-73297fde802b" grcontextid="sweet:0">sweet</span> boy. The only thing about him being outside and all is the fact the
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="d60ec1c3-9988-4a76-9e9e-d58e3dd810c1" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="10cc3ea2-7f2d-4d48-aec0-4aae776896a9" grcontextid="landlord:0">landlord</span> has a mommy cat (what I call her and then socks and <span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="6d11711f-c2c7-40a3-a78d-c666f82335cc" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="10cc3ea2-7f2d-4d48-aec0-4aae776896a9" grcontextid="sweetie:1">sweetie</span>) and two
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="f4651a3e-ef88-49ff-af2c-d7e6717052f5" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="158d38d7-5865-4dbe-9ebe-69e741045fc8" grcontextid="kittens:0">kittens</span>. They are suppose to be barn cats but she had the kittens here under my
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="a498ea79-eb8b-46f3-8669-088479c5184f" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="57bc0b58-fa47-4b78-9d04-3987fc8a71fe" grcontextid="trailer:0">trailer</span>. So of course I am now feeding 4 cats instead of one. I will not see
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="f9c5f541-4242-42b3-a9be-fcc558a047d3" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="3e443d6b-a629-43c4-ac2e-22405da0e91e" grcontextid="them:0">them</span> go hungry call me soft hearted but it is what it is. I have to admit that
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="8920afc7-870f-4ef0-97c4-5e4e5216c734" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="ebfc8d6e-206f-47b8-80ac-372a5d033938" grcontextid="the:0">the</span> kittens are cute as can be. I have a hummingbird feeder out on the porch
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="d2705f8f-c974-4fdf-adb6-74a96bd1e1ba" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="9892a16b-a4f7-466d-bf78-40ebeba39ce2" grcontextid="and:0">and</span> the silly kittens try to catch the hummingbirds and the feeder is not close
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="f39866ab-ef1b-4639-a223-f8665a21ec09" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="2dad8972-e11b-44dc-87ba-53aff70e1bba" grcontextid="enough where:0">enough where</span> they are jumping up and then they go splat into the flower bed. You
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="df9a9733-f682-4739-be54-d43cf2f5f830" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="7ff9cf94-1be7-4b26-b6eb-df1a46a2c1c6" grcontextid="would:0">would</span> think they learn not to do it but that is not the case...<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="a7e5ab28-5d09-4556-9283-6c1b295c2cf3" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="7ff9cf94-1be7-4b26-b6eb-df1a46a2c1c6" grcontextid=".:1">.</span>it is not
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="067f0f01-f0d4-445b-b867-300b0dcefc8b" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="907e0d05-5be7-4cb9-9db7-d48a1dd7ed25" grcontextid="uncommon:0">uncommon</span> for me to see cat noses against my front door. Or laying all over the
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="b960b429-5b04-4793-96d1-b87c02cc6a4c" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="7ab532bd-163a-42b4-97bf-79b7d5148f6e" grcontextid="porch:0">porch</span>. It is an old antique door that has 15 panes of glasses (<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="d8c26c31-37c8-4ca8-a6ce-d0c0b25419c9" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="ca062c6f-359d-4a77-9eb2-4d55dbe4e563" grcontextid="pain:0">pain</span> to clean <span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="54fe3c7f-ca7f-4721-9492-6bc864f6e1ba" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="ca062c6f-359d-4a77-9eb2-4d55dbe4e563" grcontextid="to:1">to</span>
) <span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="4f8c72c5-f66b-4a65-8e8e-373675dc9ae5" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="9dfc6a11-5d5a-45a4-b472-5b88a6e0bbc4" grcontextid="and:0">and</span> <span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="603c388c-aae5-4907-bf4b-41891e06f4ea" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="9dfc6a11-5d5a-45a4-b472-5b88a6e0bbc4" grcontextid="has:1">has</span> a <span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="c9a98654-5f56-4dc6-a01d-cd039c6e036e" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="9dfc6a11-5d5a-45a4-b472-5b88a6e0bbc4" grcontextid="yep:2">yep</span>! Skelton key for it. Yesterday Sacha was scooting around on the
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="beb81935-cc1e-4ec5-856e-1b00e728ad7d" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="d30797c9-e564-4086-b428-c60222d22865" grcontextid="floor:0">floor</span> while I was working in the kitchen and he went to the door and did his
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="db36fc7d-60f9-40b3-9209-ff566d58f21d" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="dfab6339-fd4e-4330-af54-3604e2d8ad76" grcontextid="feathers:0">feathers</span> up thing and I explained to him that is why they are on the other side
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="ba1e8d3a-3f42-406c-bc63-cecd8aad2b71" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="3499eb18-e5cf-4358-be4f-dcf5f0843950" grcontextid="of:0">of</span> that door for his safety. They of
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="0a56f99a-28a6-4c2f-b0d1-6259f9049799" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="9e0841b8-40f8-41e1-a026-813a10087365" grcontextid="course:0">course</span> was there looking in at him.....<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">Today is going to be a <span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="7c94f61a-f793-4d67-bcbf-1f5d4603bbb7" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="1ecaf97a-6fa9-4d42-8295-665385f0e141" grcontextid="laid:0">laid</span>
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="717297df-071e-41b4-9126-cdc57fc34079" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="898071f7-fbf9-49d7-a0cc-42ff6c463c15" grcontextid="back:0">back</span> day for me as fought off and on all night a headache trying to work <span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="09fc28f5-efa8-422c-9675-92a6eaace67e" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="898071f7-fbf9-49d7-a0cc-42ff6c463c15" grcontextid="into:1">into</span> a
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="d2a07aaf-7717-406f-98d4-bfa2576ecd62" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="7bdf9700-66e7-47a0-a1d0-efd67a2adff9" grcontextid="migraine:0">migraine</span>....<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="c03519cb-7cfc-40f4-98ae-112f11745545" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="7bdf9700-66e7-47a0-a1d0-efd67a2adff9" grcontextid=".:1">.</span>not good this morning I feel like a wrung out dishcloth. I am
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="1ee66929-f465-4e66-aa64-d4c9b01cd9c8" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="1818227a-3ff2-4552-9180-cb0d64d1c5f8" grcontextid="enjoying:0">enjoying</span> the <span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="9184a829-4b26-4078-a6f4-bcfbc60e93aa" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="1818227a-3ff2-4552-9180-cb0d64d1c5f8" grcontextid="quite:1">quite</span> as my babies has adjusted to having their own room and only
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="4c071aee-9ca6-4050-95d8-14d663a8b2db" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="8bed961f-f676-48d0-90b8-757eb6c833ad" grcontextid="out:0">out</span> here off and on through the day. No <span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="7ef2c6c9-6fcc-4752-b00e-2c26f3efa6f4" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="9e816f71-0032-4849-8856-e51ff3fabb7f" grcontextid="screaming which is:0">screaming which is</span> really a welcome
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="ee8289e4-1cb5-4a6d-a70b-d5bc484267bd" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="22a01fbd-8306-4784-be44-83b7f44c9376" grcontextid="change:0">change</span> for me. The other day I laid down on the sofa and took a nap. And as
Sacha has to sleep weird now (don’t get me started on that) he <span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="4cfb0514-a7d1-4239-a776-bb1b6f6bc3e9" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="0112746d-2467-45fa-a0d3-25a9f7ed79b6" grcontextid="laid:0">laid</span> down with
<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="d4b55557-cf17-49e6-bf2e-4149fba043c8" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="f0740761-3ad7-4fe1-a1b9-09dcc06eab10" grcontextid="me:0">me</span>. We slept for 2 hours....<span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="fc9ff262-92a7-482d-87cf-5b6d1a2bc2f5" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="b4abdad4-febe-41ad-aa1b-2fae9790b9f2" grcontextid=".:0">.</span>and would have slept longer if my phone did not
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Moppethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421472970120057815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328064935861767133.post-21502478689618725012012-06-22T12:55:00.000-04:002012-06-22T12:55:40.622-04:00new blog<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
If you have been following this blog of mine. I would redirect you to the new one. At the tme I tried to log on and post to this one it would not let me recover for whatever reason so I started a new one and you can follow it here <a href="http://moppetslife.blogspot.com/">http://moppetslife.blogspot.com/</a> and click the follow button. for that one. <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>What can I say? Things here are not like they should be. Three months into Lissa passing, he is on a dating site. He is coming and going without telling me he is leaving only if I look for him do I find he is gone. On days off or half day off. He will not help and not even with the kids. He hides in his room. I am very lucky if he vacuums the floor or takes out the trash. </b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>As the saying goes......rude, crude and socially unacceptable..some of this applies to him. You know you would think living in a house with another adult in it (regardless of the fact he needs to grow up) you would think that I would have someone to talk with. well so much for thinking that.</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>I am really bothered about the dating site with her gone for only 3 months. that shows how little he thought of my daughter. but he is telling people or misleading them that he is doing it all. taking care of the house and everything on his own. it is OMG why am I here then. I can tell you! A babysitter for the kids while he is at work, and a housekeeper, and laundry person. I am not allowed to take my grandkids off as "THEY ARE HIS CHILDREN!" and that is the way he screamed it at me. I am not even authorized to take them to the doctor. Oh no only he is..I shudder at what he is saying behind my back. I would like to be a fly on the wall. I have a new counselor which I requested because all of a sudden he has started to work half days on thursdays knowing I have therapy appts on that day. so I have had to call and cancel couple and reschedule them. Now he is only off on Mondays. So with doing this I have to get a new counselor that works on monday. so should be interesting. I hate the thought of going over it in detail yet again. </b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>This is the second day of Lorelei being home. Yesterday I could see it her being here. But today only because he did not get up before 7 am so instead of taking her to school he just kept her home. I pray it is not another day like yesterday and she is whining and crying and at some points screaming all mixed in. I was totally frazzled and I was in bed by 10:30 pm. which never happens unless I am sick..</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>I try very hard to fill the void with the children, and taking care of the house and him. I can never be Lissa and do stuff the way she did. I do not expect to be compared to her and found lacking. Never I think you are doing a good job or that the house is clean. Sometimes thank you means alot for the what I do. I am never going to replace Lissa, <i> </i>I can never fill the void. I do not do things the same as she did. It makes me feel as if it is expected to be done the same way as she did it because two people do not do the same thing the same way as we would take a different approach to stuff. </b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>I will be 54 my coming up birthday. At this point in life never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be raising 5 kids at my age. But that is what happened. I loose my beautiful daughter, I have lost much more than that. She was my salvation when I thought that I had her back into my life. We have had a really hard relationship since she was 16 yrs old. We worked very hard on it this last 10 yrs and we had worked through all the issues that were lingering from it. And we had done it I am proud to say. My boys is a totally different story. The oldest is 34, and his opinion of me is that I am less a person, that I am scum of the earth. Now with his opinion of me causes me to hurt, but to him maybe this is what he is made to feel like because of his life style. It is very hard to be gay and in a relationship that is not exactly good one either. The youngest has refused to see me since he was 14 yrs old he did not want me in his life that he did not want me as a mother either. His father gained custody of him because of the fact the older brother was gay. I iand I. He moved in with them and still lives with them. He made his best friends family his. Since the age of 14 I have only seen him maybe grand total of 10 times. </b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Lissa was the only child that I had in my life and now she is gone I feel lost and just hanging in limbo doing what I have to do and what has to be done. I grieve for her every single day and I wish things had been different and we would have a good long life together and it was snatched from me. She had become my friend and we talked all the time about stuff that she had hopes and dreams for the children. I want to see Caelyn to go to college and get a good education and get a degree in some sort of field. She is so smart that she is very gifted. She plays the violin and she is doing 6th grade work in 4th grade. She could go far in this life with college behind her. Although Stan does not think she will continue her education because of all that happened here and I think he wants to hold on to her being a first born daughter and fathers all act funky when they turn into teenagers god forbid I hope it is not a wild ride with her. I feel that she will have to beat the boys away from her she is so beautiful and petite and she is getting her girly curves for her hips now. We have had to put her in little training bras. I am trying to do the stuff that Lissa and I had talked about to see that her wishes are being done and carried out. I love you so very much Lissa And I wish you peace where ever your spirit has wen to.Ithink of you in heaven with a beautiful flower garden of roses that you love.</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>I swear I am fed up with dogs escaping and running off. This is the decision, since 2 of them got out and was gone for over 3 hours they brought themselves home. So no more panicking about it. I will not search for them again. The only one I will worry about is Goliath. Because he usually will not come home. Him I will chase down....</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>Have I mentioned I hate laundry behind 5 kids. Stan and I have the least amount of clothes of the bunch. It is all I can do to keep up with housework behind 5 kids and everything to do with the upkeep of the house and them. </b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>I have to laugh last nite Lorelei had some peanut butter cookies and sacha got down off the cage and ran to her to get one of them and then made a beeline back to his cage. lol so cute it was. </b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>I am so proud of all the birds, they handle a high busy house with 5 kids and the large dogs really well. my two Birdie and Sacha had never been around either of them. They have adjusted really well and they both love the kids. Birdie has finally stopped chasing them and will go over and sit on them when they are on the floor and they will step up and interact with all of them. Sacha is a bit more selective who he interacts with. But if it involves food, he don't care who he begs it from. lol.....does not matter if it is Stan or the kids. And Birdie who hates men, he loves to interact with Stan. And Sacha who attacked Donny every chance he got, well he will step up and interact with Stan also. It is so amazing to see the change in both of them. They will get down and explore the house. I have found Sacha all the way down the hall into the master bedroom. or over by the garage door in the kitchen. if I have laundry baskets he will climb up in them. Meekit loves the baskets as well. And my little guy who never said anything but peek a boo, is an accomplished talker. Now remember he is 8 yrs old. it is amazing the way my 2 have turned around. Sacha is even growing feathers back slowly but he is. so proud of him. </b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>now all I have to do is turn Alf around. It was my daughter's goffin cockatoo. He would not let anyone handle him, even her rarely. As long as he is on his cage he is aggressive, and recently floor aggressive. When off the cage he will interact with me as long as I sit in the recliner between the 2 cages. Alf will come down and join me with Birdie and Sacha. Birdie will interact with Alf in that setting, and Sacha not at all. When Alf gets on their cage they put him/her off the cage as it is their cage. </b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>I got to run laters</b></span></div>Moppethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421472970120057815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328064935861767133.post-48381126859192971322011-08-18T12:20:00.000-04:002011-08-18T12:20:45.635-04:00Photos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgadUbY1M_GbmCggp2-70zH2Ww9z8ntlg4SieQhTS70Ufb8FtFrhVAygp1y97ctw04Z2c09zPphcFmakP-Idt8H4sOiM6GpbvL0NCPYTXMcgqnho-DT8kFPahUwi-aiY2-IH5Puh89Zp433/s1600/P1010851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgadUbY1M_GbmCggp2-70zH2Ww9z8ntlg4SieQhTS70Ufb8FtFrhVAygp1y97ctw04Z2c09zPphcFmakP-Idt8H4sOiM6GpbvL0NCPYTXMcgqnho-DT8kFPahUwi-aiY2-IH5Puh89Zp433/s320/P1010851.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> This Lorelei Renee, She is 3 yrs old and I call her my wild child because of her hair.<br />
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</b></span></div><b style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This morning did not start off that flipping great. I had a son in law screaming at me over his damn socks that he swore he washed and I found 3 of them out there and if that was not enough he went ballistic with me because the clothes that was hers that was in the laundry I put in a bag in the closet and moved her clothes that was hanging so that I could hang all the stuff that has to be hung in there. omg you would have thought I committed a sin.</b><div><b style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</b></div><div><b style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyway he was told he would not scream and yell at me that way. I will not deal with it on top of keeping the house clean and everything done and taking care of 5 kids which 3 are special needs on a daily basis. I am with these children all day and most the nights as he works double shifts to make his hours so that we have mondays and thursdays for doctor appts and such. I do not get time away from them very much so I treasure my quite times in the afternoons. I know he is stressed but my god so am I. I get a few hours away when I go to the drs as none of them get in a hurry and I am there for good bit. </b></div><div><b style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Every afternoon I enforce a quiet time for 2 hours a day for me to recharge me as it is very difficult if I do not have that break. I work on handwork and listen to tv while doing it. The boys protest it quite strongly. I am trying to break them from running in every few minutes to see if it is over with yet. drives me crazy! So I am giving them a clock and setting a alarm that at that point they are allowed out of their room. The girls go to their room also. They are free to play, read or whatever but if they drag toys out they have to be put up before leaving the room. And my granddaughter is very good at hiding dirty clothes in her room so once week I have to go in there and pull them out and I give her a good scolding and since that is not working then she is going to be losing a privilege that she likes to do. i usually do not have trouble from her but the clothes issue is a major one here as with school starting they have been told their is going to be spotless by sunday nite because I was not going to kill myself with constantly cleaning behind them. lets get real here never in my wildest imagination did I ever expect to be raising my 5 grandchildren. Let me tell you I walked in on kids with no rules and would not listen to anyone. within a week that got started on a change and it will stand. they have 2 pages of house rules on the wall and we go over them every week. we have a chore list of what has to be done every day for all of us, not assigned ones they know that if I tell them to do it they had better get busy and do it. As I sit here typing this I have La La snugled up with me. Most likely she will be taking an early nap. She got in trouble and some days she just does deal well with it. and her day started of on the wrong foot as Alex bit her on the arm. her day and mine are in the bucket.</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>In July her birthday was the 3rd. She was really bad off. On the morning of the 16th I had finished a quilt that I was handquilting for her to use for a lovie as to her that is what the quilts I made she knew and felt the love I had for her because it was quilted with love. I told her she needed to go to the emergency room. I went back into the front of the house to feed the kids breakfast and feed and water the parrots and was gone maybe 25 minutes. and I went back in to see if she was getting ready. She was not in the bed and Stan was dosing. As he did not sleep much the nite before this. I had come by the bathroom and looked in the bathroom as I came by and did not see her as she was not on the toilet. He said she was in the bathroom and omg I backed up and looked she was in the floor. We had to force the door open to get to her. He did cpr as I called 911. I knew and so did he when we looked at her she was blue. I put all the kids to their rooms as I did not want them to see their mother that way. It has been a nightmare for us and we are still devastated by her loss. we are dealing with it the best we can. I have advised to go to grief counselling as I am having a really really hard time with her loss. Today is one month she has been gone and the pain of her loss is still there stronger than ever and I know it will be a long time coming before I can get through it. I held it together more when my mom passed away. The pain there has lessened but I still feel it there especially at her birthday and mothers day. </b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>The older kids know and understand what happened. The 5 yr old is just now starting to have issues with the loss as is the 3 yr old the only one really not affected as bad is the baby. </b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><br />
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</b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>Stan is having a harder time of losing her because he loved her with all his heart and soul. And he loves the children the same way. I will be staying with them and taking care of them and the household. He just has to pay the bills and work. I take care of the rest here. I love him like a son, considering the fact that my own two sons have no use for me in there lives. my oldest has told me how much he hates me and all with his sister has passed away. so no son there and the youngest had told me years ago he did not need me in his life as a mother or otherwise. I have had to deal with the pain of the loss of him as I never in my wildest thoughts that he would do that at all. but I misjudged him and I not only blame him but his father as well for what happened. Talk about feeling like a failure at life with 4 bad marriages behind me and the boys telling me that. Lissa was my baby in all the that mattered to me, and I treasure the relationship I had with Lissa that much more because I turned the love I had for my children all to her and the grand babies and stan. That has not changed. I treasure them more beyond belief as that is all I have of her and I see her in each and everyone of them. Susannah is the exact imagine of her mother. The others some do favor her. Caelyn looks like both them and the boys more like him and the 2 youngest favor their mommy. </b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>I have to close this out I have been up since 6:30 am the dogs got me up they had to go out. </b></span></span></div>Moppethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421472970120057815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328064935861767133.post-7958012254569149072011-04-19T00:44:00.000-04:002011-04-19T00:44:40.171-04:00Just thoughts<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>The month of April is on its way to being over with. And I sit here and wonder what the new month will bring with it. </b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Then he has the audacity to even think I would return to him. He is under the impression that if he gets a home set up for me, and gets my parrots back that I will return to him.................NOT.... he is not even on the same page here. He is delusional and living in a world of his own. Why would I return to him? for the same type life and worrying for meeting the bills. Bills that I found out he was telling me he was paying and he was not paying them at all. Major bills the ones that make sure you have a place to live and electricity to help run it. I am so pissed, hurt and just can not describe the feeling that I am going through at the moment. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">This decision has cost me all of my parrots with the exception of one of them. My congo grey, sacha. I knew when I made it that I would have a heart of pain because of it. I was just not prepared for it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">For the ones reading this that really know me. They know that I spent 30 days in jail. For whatever the reason I will never do so again! No man is worth it to ever go to jail. just my opinion on this. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Let's say I have a healthy respect for my daughter and son in law. How they do it with 5 kids and some are special needs. I have no clue how they do it on a good day . I would have lost my mind by now. I am living with them as that is where I am at. I enjoy being with my daughter and the grand kids. They look at life so differently from one to another of them. so it is a wide variety with them. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Now I just have to learn that I do not have to ask permission to go somewhere which I have had to do for the last 13 years of my life. So strange to do so. So now I have to break this habit as I am only responsible for myself. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"> I think I will be doing more blogging in the coming year. I miss it as I was on yahoo 360 and not really have done much blogging since then. So I will be trying to get back in the swing of it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Lets see~ ~ ~ ~ since last blogged. Just tried to get my life back together this past year. It was the year for the pj's and I do not want another year like it. It was a long recovery for me and not something that I would recommend doing unless you had to do it not fun at all. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">It has been a year of awakening personally for me in so many areas of my life. Some not so good as others. One of the good things is that my daughter and grandchildren are here now. Which they were not before. So that is a blessing for me. A good look at my marriage and just not seeing what I need to be seeing in it. Some decisions that I have to make and stand behind, some life changing ones that is not always easy to make. You look at your life and you wonder "where the hell are you" " is this what you expected to be at". When you look at it you just don't see what you want to. I guess the issues that have become more apparent to me this last year is things that have been going on through out the marriage that I was just trying to ignore and now can not be ignored any longer they have to be addressed. This past year I have found out that I am married to a man who hates the fact that I have mental issues, I have children and grandchildren and that I am a real human being with feelings and emotions. I have issues being told that I can or can not do something especially if it is connected to or anything to do with my kids or grandkids. I am married to a man who has control issues and I am tired of being a possession. I am tired of being talked demeaning to. Or being told I am stupid. Or let drive anywhere that he does not take me because otherwise he can not control anything. I get almost nothing out of the marriage. He spends no time actually with me to be just with me. He sits on the porch when he comes home smoking, maybe some beer. Will sit out there for hours and then come in and take a shower and get out and yell I am out. This is so that I can hand deliver his dinner to him as he has went to bed. You heard me, to bed! He does not share time with me in the living room and has not in years. He does not like the fact that I have a friend, a best friend that he can not run off, as he does not want me to have interaction with someone that he can not control what we talk about. I feel trapped in this situation because of circumstances. Well some things are changing and if he don't stop or ease up then it will be the end. The very end. I can not continue to live my life this way, I just can't as I am getting to old to do it. I do not ever want to be in a relationship or even get married again. (I think that anyone could say I have bad luck with it. Hell I have done this 4 times now and can not get it right! some track record woooo go me!) I think I need time to be just me and no one else. I have been married since I was 19 yrs old with the exception of 3 yrs. That is a total of 31 yrs of married life. You know when you are young and one of the realist ideas that you have is that when you fall in love that it lasts a lifetime. For some people it does and for others it does not. I can honestly say that after all these years. The love of my life was my first husband. But I would never be with him and I made that choice when I was 23 yrs old. He taught me that there is another side of life that most people do not want to ever see. I was raised with parents that stayed together and married for 40 yrs when my mother passed away. It was not perfect and all but they stayed together no matter the issues that they had. So I did not come from a broken home, or an abused childhood. I never really ever thought that marriage could be something other than what my parents had. I had never had any contact with or knowledge of what spousal abuse was or did or any of it. I had an abusive marriage. When I say that people go oh yeah you just say that. But to this day I do not know how I made it out of it. When I was going through it there were no domestic violence laws to protect me. No going to press charges no nothing. He beat me, strangled me, and more that I can not even to this day put into words to even begin to tell someone. To this day I fear for my life. I do not want him within hundreds of miles of me. He tried to kill me and if I had not fought back I would not be here today. I was 18 when we got together, I had not graduated high school, I was working and was going back to school. I had no type of work experience other than working as a waitress and a cook. I got pregnant with my oldest son when I had went back to school and was not able to graduate as I was sick sick with the pregnancy. So I had my baby, and by that time I knew I had to make some sort of life plan because the abuse started right after we were married. I was going to adult high school and had just a few weeks before I graduated. I found out I was pregnant with baby number 2. At this point I went into panic mode. I knew I really had to get some sort of training to be able to support me and both kids. So I had the baby and within 3 months I went back to school for some training to be able to make decent money. I got my certificate for data entry and never looked back. Then when my oldest son was 4 yrs old he was diagnosied with cancer, a rare childrens cancer. That threw my world upside down. and the roll a coaster started. During this time the marriage was already falling apart. I not only had 2 children but one seriously sick. (the good news is he is now 33 yrs old) I did what I had to do to survive and take care of them. I have not always made good life choices for myself especially when it comes to men. I attract the wrong type of men. Even my psych dr tells me that. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">I have been stressing really bad over one of my parrots. Jack, my yellow collar macaw. He is a mini macaw and the least noisy one in the house. He is of unknown age as he came to me from being a aviary breeder parrot. He was gotten rid of for whatever reason most likely as he was to old for breeding, that is my guess. His health has not been up to what it should be because of this. We have appointment on Tuesday to see the avian vet. At that point she will advise me what should be done. At which point I will have to make the hardest decision but it will be the best decision for him. This is a really big issue for me as of yet I have not had to make it before. I will be praying for the strength to do what is right and to stay strong. And I could be stressing for nothing also. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>very simple, where would I go with 15 parrots and 2 dogs, on a fixed income that I could afford on my own? that is the question to do or not to do. and since I can't afford to do it then I am stuck right where I am. I can not hold a job due to the fact that I do not function well in and under stress it keeps my bipolar so far out there that I have real issues just trying to cope, the stress causes me to clamp my jaws and that flares up the tmj, and if that is not enough then the trigeminal neuralgia get in on the action. then I am in so much pain that it is not controllable. now mind you I have a very high tolerance to pain, hell that high tolerance almost killed me. I could not feel the pain from it until it was kicking my ass not holding food down, and literally doubling over in pain. so bad I could not stand. and this man I am married to, could do nothing but get ugly with me because I needed to go to the emergency room. cussing the whole way there. I of course was admitted, tests ran, put in a room on morphine till I could not tell you my name. He has the nerve to call up there in the afternoon and cuss me out on the phone because, get this, I had not cleaned out the fridge. I had surgery the next morning and even the surgeon did not expect me to live I was that bad. did he ever apologize for the way he treated me and all the time I was in the hospital? no, and I did ask him should I have died would he remember the last thing he said to me. he could not answer as he did not know what he had done and when I told him, his excuse was he was stressed! Not a good answer there bud. </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>You know I have been married almost all my life, since I was 19. I really like the state of being married, and right now just not the person I am married to. I know I am awful stating that. but in the present state of things I would rather not be married. Hell I am sure I would have been better off. what do I have to show for 13 yrs of marriage. Other than my parrots and few things here or there I have nothing. No respect for him that is for sure. </b></span></span>Moppethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421472970120057815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328064935861767133.post-44574098914617072172010-03-19T11:44:00.000-04:002010-03-19T11:44:50.090-04:00Oh what a week.<span style="color: #674ea7;"><b>What a week.....got my sewing room mostly unpacked..(just quilt books to put on bookcase) waiting for hubby to put them together. while doing that I had boxes in the hall that had been broken down to get rid of them. I was having a bad bad day with being uncoordinated.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><b>So I fell over them and of all things broke my little toe. Now I knew my foot was hurting but I thought it was my ankle which I have been so graceful over the years and have hurt it so many times. that is what I had done again so did not look. took 2 aleve and kept going. So when I took a shower that evening, low and behold I found out what was causing it. my foot was black and blue. and swollen. only me----I just love days like that...not! </b></span><br />
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<b style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I finally got everything gone and omg!!! I got a real live shower. yep, ran the hot water out. so finally it is over. </span></b><br />
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<b style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I found out this week that my puppy will be coming home around the first of the month. Going to drive partway to meet daughter and pick her up. will get to see grandkids and daughter so excited about that. I get to see the newest granddaughter to! now of course is the dilemma of letting hubby know we are doing it....shush----will break the news closer to time. he is prepared for shiloh coming. but he is in for a surprise...another dog and a parrot will be coming along with them....not telling him that either until on the road to get them. I really do not think it will be a problem. as one will be outside most the time. I can sneak her in some when he is not home. shiloh is stictly an inside dog. and he knows that he is concerned with tail wagging and cages....I have been told she is a real wuss on some stuff so hopefully that is one of the things because I have to teach her that the parrots are for her to protect and to keep nose and tail away from the cages...lol I can just see some of the larger parrots who have a habit of sticking their feet out to grab anything that gets close to the cages. </span></b><br />
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<b style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">and speaking about parrots. He is absolutely not QUALIFIED to feed Merlin. I came home this last time from the hospital and my poor baby had baby food stuck to his crest feathers and all over his face. asked him what happened and he said he thought he was going to bite him so he tossed the spoon at him. and he wonders why merlin wants to nail him everytime he goes by the cage...and Sacha is trying and has jumped on him bite him when he passes his cage. and all he can do is scream help come get him. he is such a wuss when it comes to my parrots. and no mistaking they are that with the exception of one of them. </span></b><br />
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<b style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">so much for excitement at my house. it revolves around the parrots. I have finally been able to get into my sewing room and put it in some sort of order....which is a job in itself. he painted rooms when I was in the hospital the first time...he took from those rooms and tossed in the sewing room....clothes that had been missing that I had been looking for.was found. I washed 7 loads of laundry because they were everywhere. don't think I did not mention it to him....I guess I could look at it that he had not boxed everything and put in the storeage shed / room out back with Coco....she periodically goes through the boxes she can reach and seems she is fond of catalogs....which is not a big loss so have not fussed at her about it. she is basically a good girl but she follows him around and then she does everything he does. including trying to help with the compost pile...lol and then he fusses at her. </span></b><br />
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<b style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I better close for now it is 2:30 am and could not sleep so thought I would get this done. </span></b>Moppethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421472970120057815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328064935861767133.post-62692969786383185262010-02-15T09:32:00.000-05:002010-02-15T09:32:51.850-05:00concerned<span style="color: #674ea7;"><b>The longer the wait on the test is the more scared that I will be going back into surgery which will mean more time in the hospital and even longer recovery time. I spoke with my surgeon and he wants to be present at the test to see what is going on and if anything has to be done he will be there to just go ahead and do it while I am there. it will be done at the hospital. which this recovery is not doing so well. I guess on the up side I have lost weight abet the hard way. I can walk without my legs rubbing together. and it is so noticeable that the neighbors can tell I have lost it. I have no engery, no appettite, no nothing. I am drained with trying to just get through the day and that is maybe without a lay down. even with a lay down it is still the same. the parrots they are dealing with it but they do not understand much of what is going on either. other than I am sick. not active around them. worked out a system that the bigger ones can get out with me. I use couple of towels covering everything so they can get hands on as they rely on me for their love and cuddles. they have nothing to do with hubby at all other than to scream and try to bite him through the cages. god forbid he has to take care of them because he can not function doing so and going to work. he is totally clueless about stuff. or at least he tries to be. it can be very irritating at the best of times it gets on my nerves. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><b>this time before I go in for the test just in case I have to stay I will be doing more than I should because I will not have him calling up like last time being ugly with me over shit. I am already doing more stuff than I really should be and it is part of why I am so drained. and he cares not as long as he can stay to his routine and not have it messed with he could care less what is happening with me. truthfully if it was not for the parrots and don't take this the wrong way I would not care if I made it or not. They are my focus and have been and he knows it. It sure is not for him. I will not get into it. but I do not have an ideal marriage and I am the first to admit it. I know I will never get married again or at this point I do not even want to get involved again. the little over a year we were apart I was at my happiest time. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><b>I have to get busy on the phone with the doctors offices this morning to try to get them moving on the paperwork so that I can get this finished up and be done with it. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><b>not only am I depressed with the surgery and with me being bipolar this is a point to be considered. but it has knocked it all out of control. I am expecting to have medication changes when I see the dr. </b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">I am doing to much that I am not suppose to be doing and the day after it I have to take it easy. </span></b>Moppethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421472970120057815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328064935861767133.post-721669064070256802010-01-30T13:24:00.000-05:002010-01-30T13:29:45.576-05:00It is a bad dayThere is nothing like not being able to do stuff and the person who has to do it because they know why you can't act like it is a real pain and this is after god knows how many beers already this morning. This is what makes me wish that I was not married. When you are made to feel like a burden because of circumstances that you have no control over.<br /><br />It is a bad day anyway, when to bed with headache got up with headache and rainy weather. sure do not help things. nor is it when I do stuff I should not do and am hurting really bad. because if I leave it to him it would never get done. the parrots are mine therefore he feels he should not have to do anything for them or help with trying to clean cages even if it is just changing the cage papers. so who does that leave? me that is who.<br /><br />I think I will be going in to sit with the parrots soon and do a little handwork then I most like will be ready for a nap. will try to add more laterMoppethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421472970120057815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328064935861767133.post-67784370253684480962010-01-29T22:44:00.000-05:002010-01-29T23:27:32.689-05:00Just musing<span style="font-style: italic;">this week has been a busy week with tests and dr appts. I was so hoping to lose all the additional things that came home with me from the hospital but I have to go for more tests to see if it can be done safely or not. Next week is another repeat of this week. after I go for these by the time I get home I have to lay down and I am out for hours. which is a pain. when you see someone sleeping you would think that the person would leave you alone. but not my hubby he wakes me up several times. for bullshit stuff. he is carrying his mr helplessness a bit to far and I jumped him for it today. had all I could take of it. Lets face it he is 53 and past time to have grown up. or at least you would think so.<br /><br />I am so tired of being sick and nonfunctioning for lack of better word as I am very limited on what I am suppose to be doing. (but having to do stuff anyway or it would not be done) but if you have a husband that even though he knows how serious this has been that acts like a child and throws tantrums because he is still having to do stuff instead of his normal routine. which is come home drink beer take a shower take his dinner to his room and watch tv and sleep and then will throw another tantrum when I tell him the parrots are going to bed. to him that is all he should be required to do. I am doing the cooking and should not be because of the location of the drainage tubes. but does he get this fact hell no he don't. would be one thing if I really wanted to eat which my appetite is minimal right now hence the gatorade the v8 and the ensure and broth that I am doing because of it. like yesterday all I ate was a grilled cheese and had to choke that down even though I did not want it. today it was turkey salad. ate part of it the other went in the trash. since this surgery and because of the severity of it my stomache was involved with the gangrene and if I put to much in it I start throwing up. and my newest best friend is maalox advanced cherry flavor. I am allowed no pain meds not even very much tyneol because of the issue of the liver trying to shut down.<br /><br /><br />the first week in the hospital I was so out of it as they had me on morphine every 3 hours then to loratabs and then to nothing the last 4 days I was in there.. all I can say it is a good thing I have high tolerance to pain or I would be up the creek without a paddle. but then again that was what created the issue that I did not know I was that seriously ill. I thought I just had a really bad virus. now picture this. 2 days before christmas eve day I had started the throwing up and not being able to hold much of anything besides water down, and it was like that until that sunday after christmas. I had a great surgeon he actually saved my life. If I had waited 2 more days would have been no point in going to the ER as I would have been dead it was that serious. He told me yesterday in his 30 yrs of practice he has never had a case as bad and as life threatening as mine. he said he never remembers patients but he would remember me and mine. He worked hard to save me and I am very appreciative of having him for my doctor. He told me I would owe him a bottle of Vodka for saving me. to me he is worth that and so much more.<br /><br />which I had a really bad holiday and start to the new year and spent my BIRTHDAY in the hospital! of all places. so yea I will remember the end of 2009 and the start of 2010. wooo hooo go me. just like something I would do.<br /><br />I am looking forward to a real honest to god shower and hair washing. you do not know how much you miss something so simple as that until you can not do so. sponge baths are not all that great. which i could shave my legs - can't bend over to do it- washing my hair in the sink in the bathroom with the help of a glass and that is lots of fun as it is past my waist now. it is all the little things you do daily without even thinking about them that you really get slapped in the face when you are not allowed to do it.<br /><br />I think not only is this being hard on me but also on my larger parrots that are use to lap cuddles as right now they can not be on me with all the tubes. they love to mouth my clothes. lets be honest I have clothes that are parrot friendly not by choice but because they have made them that way. these are just house clothes not something I go off in. so they do this and I know that so I know I can not hold them. they are out on their cages and on the tree stand but they are not happy with it. my macaw sydney keeps lifting her foot begging to get in my lap. I talk to her and explain to her every time she does it why she can not and I show her why. I tell the big cockatoos the same thing and show to them. people think I am crazy as I talk to them and let them know what is going on. Like when I have to go to the doctor I tell them I will be back soon I have a doctor appt. they understand more than you think they do.<br /><br />I even do that with dogs also. speaking of which we have or I should say he has a chocolate lab that is 3 now. we have had her a year. he left a cinder block out by the above ground koi pond and he went out there the other day and caught her standing on the block on her hind feet with her paws and head hung over the side watching the koi swim around. kodak moment and no camera in hand. always happens that way you know.<br /><br /><br /></span>Moppethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421472970120057815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328064935861767133.post-31401506107684500452010-01-24T21:35:00.000-05:002010-01-24T22:04:12.053-05:00Sunday Evening<span style="font-family:georgia;">Today is Sunday the day you get ready for the start of the week. usually that is. in this case though it is a start of more tests (tuesday) and the surgeon on thursday.<br /><br />Spent a lousy holiday season, the first of the year and my birthday in the hospital.<br /><br />I thought I just had a really bad virus seems like it was much more serious than that. I had gallstones so bad that they were in the liver and the pancreas's and my liver was shutting down and it was starting to flow over into my stomach all of it had gangrene so I am very lucky to be alive. the surgeon said 2 more days and I would have been dead. and they could not do the 3 little holes for the surgery although I have them to but I am cut all the way from my stomach to my side. just another scar to add to the road map, lol and dang I have STAPLES IN MY DAMN BELLYBUTTON<br /><br /><br />I am still not out of the woods yet but will be so happy when I am. I am looking forward to a decent shower (can't right now because of stuff came home with me) and a decent hair wash. have you ever tried to wash your hair in a sink? it sucks!<br /><br />Ok my cockatoos and macaw has been on a screaming kick all day long. nothing made them happy. some days it happens. mostly when hubby is home and the fact that they are clinging to me because they are afraid that I will disappear like I did when I went to the hospital.<br /><br />and I have a jerk for a hubby right now as he is having to pull weight with stuff I normally do and right now am not allowed to do by the doctor. even though he knows it he still has to act like a child about things<br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Moppethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421472970120057815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328064935861767133.post-5233766058206816732010-01-21T23:42:00.001-05:002010-01-21T23:48:18.965-05:00Just a note<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >This is my little place to talk about life with our parrots, my quilting and life in general. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >So if you do not want to follow on my meandering around on different topics then this is not a blog you would be happy following . </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >This is mostly for me to write about things that I face every day. Especially important for me as I live with Bipolar Disorder and sometimes I need to write about what is going on to keep my sanity.<br /><br />So happy reading<br /></span></span></span>Moppethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421472970120057815noreply@blogger.com0