If you could see me right now you would be running out of the room screaming,“I’m blind! I’m Blind!  Please cover those up!” I’m at Momma’s house and it is a little more warm than I am used to.  So I am sitting here with my shirt on but the front pulled up behind my head.  So the girls are out.  Okay they are still in the bra, but still in a scary state!
Came up for a visit.  Had the day off so we came up for dinner and a visit.  Always a good time. Helped a little around the house and my husband finished cutting the lawn.  Not to much to talk about. 
Have you seen the movie P.S. I Love You?  If you haven’t then rent it.  God what a touching movie.  I cried like I was watching those hallmark commercials that kill me every Christmas!
Sad to say but that is about it.  Hope you all are well!

Last couple of weeks I have been dealing with some issues.  Some work related, some health related and some personal shit.  One at a time it would be nothing, but when they compound they add up to stress and stomach pain.
I love my job and my guys.  For the most part I am happy there.  But there is this phrase that keeps coming up and it’s getting on my nerves.  “You don’t have the authority” or “Do you have the authority?”  Depending on who I am talking with.  I do my job and sometimes I do things that others feel are not my place.  Talking to guardians, phone calls and what not.  If I’m asked I try to help. But having it thrown in my face that it isn’t my place, that I am just staff and all that shit just gets old. And working so much.  I think come July I am going to bite the bullet and deal with the loss of income and go back to 40 hours.  If I just cook at home I could be saving enough money to be OK. That and when I need a day off because I am sick I take it.  I used to work with the pain and the throwing up, but damn it I have earned the right to be off when ill.  Working 6 and 7 days a week people get worn out.  I am sorry that it inconveniences some people, but how many times has someone being sick inconvenienced me?  To the point of giving up everything to take care of my job and other peoples.

For a fat chick and I mean a really fat chick I do a damn good job of moving and shaking ( sorry couldn’t think of anything original).  But I am wearing out.  My shoulder, back and right ankle are talking to me all the time.  My stomach is in fits and there never seems to be enough sleep. So I have to figure it out as far as what to do.  I felt good while working out, except the shoulder. So I need to figure something out.

Personal shit.  Still dealing with 36 being around the corner and my telling myself that if I made it to 36 without any children I wouldn’t have any.  It is the smart move.  I know that in my head.  The money isn’t there, I work too much and when I am working I barely have the energy to take care of myself.  But things like tiny Halloween costumes, video of me with my nieces and nephews feeding and playing with them and the occasional passing comment from other people send me to tears.  The head and the heart sometimes see things very differently.

So that is the concerns and along with that there are many good things.  Watching the dog bounce around in the yard.  Renting a movie on the rare day off.  My family.  All my family the ones bound by blood and those bound by love and respect.  Driving down the road with the windows down and my hair flying free the way I wish my soul was. A really fucking great book. The song on the radio I can’t help but sing to.  The “I love yous” from family, friends and my clients. Thunderstorms with fresh smelling breezes.  Fresh flowers in the vase in the kitchen.  Fat cats all trying to curl up in my lap and purring at the same time.  These are just a few things I am thankful for everyday of my life.

Okay you all know I think about a lot of fucked up things.  That it is in my nature to go places that most people would never admit to going to so here is my thought.  Wouldn’t it be great if our sex organs were on the tip of our fingers?! Specifically on our index finger.  Sex would be so simple.  Touch and go kind of a deal.  But you would have to be careful who you rub fingers with.  Kentucky Fried chicken would be the number fast food because it is finger lickin’ good and you know people would be taking advantage of that little bonus.  Hell dialing the phone or typing could be countless orgasms.  And one of the best parts condoms could still be used because fingers are shaped very similar to dicks and woman could protect themselves the same way men do.  Only thing I didn’t consider is where the babies would come out from.  Maybe like Spider Man’s web.  Point and splat, there’s the baby! 
What do you think?  Would finger fucking work for you!

Well my friends I am sick.  Been sick for a couple of days and it has not been fun.  But I did go to the doctor early and got my medicine so I would be well enough to come up for my Dad’s birthday.  Which is where I am right now.  When I went to the doctor my blood pressure was like 150/104. Not good.  But I hadn’t been able to take my pills and keep them down.  I am one of those people that throws up all the time when I’m sick.  So the doctor says I’m going to give you a anti-nausea shot and then you can go home to bed.  I said “Nope I gotta work” and she said, “We’ll see”  So I got my shot in the right hip (ouch) and she said sit here for ten minutes and then you can go.  Ten minutes later she came back and said you can go.  By the way you have about twenty-five minutes to get home before that shot knocks you out. and she hands me a doctors note to stay home that day.
It was like a elephant on a hunt when the shot started to kick in.  I was crawling into my bed trying to give my husband last minute instructions when the world slowed down and I couldn’t make a complete sentence.  I had managed to get in the bed and started to get settled and I was out. I couldn’t believe I got bootie darted so I would sleep and stay home.  Now I know how the elephants feel when they get shot.  My big ass got so heavy and I felt so weird. But I slept about seven hours straight and when I woke up I felt better and I could keep my pills down!  Today I have a little cough and a lot of snot.  So much that last night I accidentally pulled out my nose ring and lost it somewhere in my bed and didn’t notice until today.  So the nose ring is history.  I was probably to old to have it anyway.  In couple of days I should be as close to new as a 35 year old fat chick can be.