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Hello interpeeps!  And how are things for YOU today?  Well, I hope.

John spent all day yesterday slaving away at work trying to get the store “right” for the “company” that was coming today.  In *store name deleted for privacy*-land, “company” is what they call the suits.  Upper class men.  Big-wigs.  Corporate jerks.  Whatev.  Anyway, he went in at 5:00 again this morning and worked his cute hiney off.  Company showed up finally, at about 5:00 this evening.  He called me a little bit ago and said they were making sounds about all going out for food, or drinks or something and he asked me if he should go, should they ask him.

Uh, YES!

I know it seems too obvious to ask the “little wife”, but I know what he was thinking.  He is wiley, that one.  He was thinking that TODAY is Kessa’s birthday and she is now 19 years old and she may be aggravated that he wasn’t here for it and if he can get me to issue a directive that he must do something, (even for the good of us all), then he escapes her wrath.  I fall in the grease.  However, she is an intelligent girl and will realize the importance of what he did so the grease will not be hot.  It could be anywhere from from lukewarm to tepid.  No biggie.

And here is the birthday girl!  I told her she has made me  an old woman.  She laughed!

So, he is off doing… oh, who reeeeeeally knows?  And I am sitting here patiently anticipating some sort of career boost, at least in the near future.  I am telling you, John can be charming.  Really, really charming.  I mean he got me! heh heh heh

Kes went out to eat with her boyfriend and they had a really nice time.  They went to a very nice non-chain Italian restaurant in Houston.  Her sister has already claimed the doggy bag they brought back.

I spent the better part of the early evening with the younger one at the Dr’s office.  I made her an appointment last week and I hated to do it on Kes’s birthday, but this was the first available appointment and she is in need of some anti-depressants.  Kes was understanding about us leaving her here with her grandmother for hours while we sat in the waiting room.

She will benefit from her sister being on antidepressants as much as the rest of us.  I just want to reap the benefits as soon as possible.  Bless her heart, she is a bit of a mess right now.  Only not all the time.  It’s really deceptive with her.  She is giggling and silly one moment and then the next she is the bitch from hell tearing into everybody and on the verge of tears the next moment.  She wants to do nothing but sleep and I’m sure she actually is emotionally exhausted all the time.  But, mostly, I think it’s just that sleep thing that everyone,(?) does when depressed.  Escape.

Remember, I don’t drive and why?  Well, I don’t and all that.  My friend, Lisa took us and came back after eons and picked us up.  Tomorrow the big news is that I am going over to Lisa’s house to help her take aaaaall her stuff out of her kitchen cabinets in order to have the new ones installed on Wednesday.

Now, Lisa is another wiley one and she has been concocting plans to haul Henrietta over there in her car.  A long time ago the plan to haul H anywhere wasn’t that big a deal.  She only weighed about 70-75 lbs when she came to live with us and I just picked her happy little ass up and put her where ever she needed to be.  In the car?  No problem.  Out of the car, back in the wheelchair?  Same thing.  Well, now she’s gotta be about 95 lbs and I have gotten four years older.

She is freakin’ heavy.

So, while there is supposed to be a visit from the Caregiver Provider person tomorrow for three hours, if we run over, we can run here to pick up H and take her with us.  This doesn’t sound like as big a deal as it really is.  H tends to be a bit agoraphobic.  This is why she hasn’t been outside since her last hospital visit.  Well, I don’t think it’s been that long, but it’s been a long time.  About about 6 months, now.

She doesn’t have panic attacks or anything like that, and if she started to I have her trusty ativan to “fix things”.  But, she just finds it very inconvenient.  She “doesn’t want to.”  But I do know the worst thing I can do is to warn her that’s what we’re doing.  If she has time to think about it and ponder all the evil consequences, well, it grows in magnitude until I have been trying to get her to fly to the moon.  Sans spaceship.

So.  Tomorrow will be interesting.  We may not need to bring her over.  But if we do…. it will be interesting.

How do you explain my readership going up on the days that I have nothing to say and the post sucks.  Yesterday, for instance.  I had a good deal more people on here and a lot of new people, (that I am sure were wondering why they bothered), and I have no idea what brought this on.  Except it was to make me feel guilty for hashing out writing such a shitty post.  That’s “shitty”….not “witty”.- Like I had to explain…

Is it just me or is Grey’s Anatomy getting more and more whiny and obnoxious.  I know it’s off season and there are no new ones on right now, but I gotta tell ya’, I stopped watching consistently about half way through last season just due to over all whining.  That Meridith chick, in particular.  She’s a whiny little squirt and she walks like a man.  Unattractive, overall.

Henrietta is in her room just chatting up a storm.  I am going to go see who she thinks she is talking to.

I’m back and it was the movie she was watching.  Fool’s Gold.  She is….an active participant in anything she is watching, whether it is the news or a movie.  She talks to the tv about everything she is seeing as if she is explaining to someone who can’t see or hear what is going on.  And she asks questions, of the tv, as if she expects an answer from it.  This is why it is so hard to watch a good movie with her in the room.

I am sweating my ass off down here and I just went upstairs and those girls have their thermostat set on 71 and it is freezing up there.  I don’t know why cause 71 down here is enough to bake you.  They are digital thermostats, is it possible they are that inaccurate?

Anyway, I turned it up to 74. Heh heh heh.

John is off work today and he decided last night that he was going to cook breakfast today and we were having  bacon, eggs, and gravy.  I don’t ususally do “breakfast”, I do “coffee”.  About noon I break into a bowl of Honeynut Cheerios.  I am intrigued as to what this is going to bring.  Hopefully not retching.  No, he really is a good cook, so I’ve got no worries.

The two girls and boyfriend left at 7:00 AM and made it here at 2:00 PM.  They report not running into any traffic at all and only taking one wrong turn, (of which I am very proud of them because they navigated a different way to get to the freeway with the map instead of turning around and looking for the missed road).  Plus, they are all terribly excited to have discovered that “up yonder”, (I have raised nothing if not a bunch of little hicks), they have convenience stores with Monster Slurpeeies.  I don’t mean  just large Slurpeeies, I mean nasty Slurpeeies made with Monster Energy drinks.  Black ones.  Eww.  But nothing delights my brand of little weirdo’s like a high energy, insane sugar, black, vomit-tasting, Icee.

They report having tons of fun and were really not happy to have to come home so soon.  They all go back to work tomorrow.

The boyfriend and Kes went out to Pop’s gun range on the back 40 and shot, well, I am guessing a number of different guns, rifles, slingshots, bow and arrows, anti-aircraft artillery…you get the idea.  Pop reports that he wants to be careful and never get them mad at him because they are both really good shots.  Keelan didn’t want to go do that, we don’t know why.  I guess she was busy getting into mischief somewhere else.

They lit up the sky with fireworks, (no burn ban outside the city limits this year, Woo-Hoo!), and went to my auntie-poo’s house in Burleson where they have been busy installing a GIGANTIC pool.  I keep getting these partial pictures of it and I am having a hard time picturing the entire thing so I asked if somebody couldn’t take a shot from the upstairs balcony.  No, I had already been sent these shots and they are going to have to get some aerial shots to get the whole shebang in a photograph.  It is impossible for me to imagine it, I guess.  I can remember the area it has  been built in quite well.  It has a beach entrance on one end and a built in hot tub, waterfall along with grotto behind it, a vanishing edge and a milliondy-gillion gallons of water.  That link of the vanishing edge is NOT their pool.  I just wanted a good example of one.  I want some good pictures!  My uncle is a pool builder by trade and his son, (my cousin), is in the business with him.  They do all kinds of pools and have many, many years of experience.  The name of their company is Sun-Ray Pools.  There.  A plug I wasn’t really even planning on doing!  But this should help explain how they came about getting a pool with every single bell and whistle known to man.  Anyway, they know what they’re doing.

While I’m plugging my family, my auntie-poo raises and breeds Maine Coon Cats.  They are the largest breed of domestic cat there is and really very beautiful.  Her establishment is called Amerrykoon Maine Coon Cattery.  Interested in a huge cat?  She, literally, ships all over the world.

John and I went to the movie yesterday!  How many years has it been since I went to a movie?  I have no idea.  We saw the new Indiana Jones one and while it was a bit hokey, my gawd, of course it was, it was Indiana Jones!  It was good.  A ton of action and one long, continuous chase scene.  Bad guys and good guys clearly defined by their Nazi uniforms and Russian accent/fedora and American accent.  Harrison Ford is still HAWT!  I guess he will be till he dies.  Anyway, I have to say that the movie experience would not have happened if my SIL hadn’t offered to stay here while we went.  So I am grateful for that.  However, I lost enthusiasm for my appreciation when SIL left the room and H told me to give her $20.00 of her money.  I said, “Why?” and she said, “Well….because she came and took care of me….”  I said, “Henrietta, she is your daughter.  You’re not supposed to have to pay her to come and take care of you.”  I came very close to yelling, I DON’T GET PAID, I’M NOT YOUR DAUGHTER, AND I TAKE CARE OF YOU 24 HOURS A DAY, 7 DAYS A WEEK, WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE TWO HOURS SIL COMES AND STAYS WITH YOU LAST THING ON SUNDAY NIGHTS, usually.  This week she really came through.  Anyway, she just can’t stand it.  She gets so few visitors that if anyone, even her daughter shows up she impulsively pushes cash and gifts on them before they go.  So I wrote her a check.

Oh, I forgot!  The best part!  The sound was screwed up during all of the previews and once or twice during the movie and someone had to keep going and getting someone to go to the projection room and fix it somehow.  So when the whole thing was over there was a guy handing everyone a free coupon for another movie.  So I have another date, people!  Wonder who I’ll take….tee hee hee