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Name: Bratfink
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Interests: I crochet, stalk people and things with my camera, read, and enjoy vodka and a box of good, fine wine [but not together!]
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| Wot a Day!~Wot a Day!~
The Boy has been really good about keeping an eye on my vicodin and making sure I have enough so that I don't have to 'worry' about having it when I need it. The thing is, he looked at the bottle but I don't think it 'clicked' in his head that I was way down there in the supply department.
But let's start at the beginning, shall we? Because it was just weird all day.
He got up not too long before he had to be at the hospital for his tests. Unfortunately, the doctor neglected to 'order' the biopsy so that didn't get done. He didn't faint when they took his blood, although he said there was a chance he would ["I can feel the blood leaving my body!" he told me.]
Right before he left for the hospital is when I was informed that not only had The Mother got us the 'cat house', but there was also a cat cage [for transporting the wastes of fur to the vets] and ANOTHER FREAKEN BOOKCASE. There were actually two, but he had to take one across town to Chateau Ghetto. Then he said he was going to come home and switch out the bed because HE COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. But I don't think that was the REAL reason. [We'll get to that.]
Well, wouldn't you just know it, but he comes back from dropping off the bookcase and I'm ready to hit the bed because I was in a fair amount of pain. I knew lying down would make me feel better, but he wanted to work on the bed. So, I didn't say anything; just asked him to please try and hurry because I needed to get horizontal.
I have to hand it to him; he managed that all by hisself with me just beating the cats back from the open door with my scratchbacker. So, the mattress goes by, and I notice the material was splitting all over the place on it. Then he starts moving the 'box springs' out and that's when I looked at it and said, "What the phuck is THAT?" Here's what I saw ==> 11320
He was quite industrious. He also moved the tv in the bedroom from where it was to the very top of the entertainment center because he felt it would be easier for me to watch tv in there if it was higher. [He was right.] It was a bitch to move it, but he didn't complain a bit.
Once he got the tv all connected again and the bed made up again, I scooted my ass in there and laid down, and let me tell you, it felt so good to lie down.
In the meantime, he's doing stuff in the living room because I can hear all kinds of crashing and swearing and I was just as happy to be away from it all. And truth be told, he's just as happy having me out of the way.
Boobs came in and fell asleep next to me, and he looked so comfy, I turned off the tv and tried to snooze, too, but I was really in too much pain.
The pain I feel is so much like what I felt when I had shingles. A cross between an open nerve and a feeling of burning. It's terrible. I only had one and a half vicodins left, and I was trying to tough it out as long as I could. I had a terrible time getting comfy, and I turned over in the bed and that's when I felt something 'catch' on one of my toenails. WTF? I thought. I sat up, turned on the light, and looked at the nail, but it looked normal. So, I shut the light off, and turned over again, and the same thing happened. So, I sat up again, turned the light on, exposed my nail, only this time I examined the nail closely, only to discover it was split into two pieces. So, I called The Boy in and he operated on it so it wouldn't catch on the sheet anymore. It was split way down, and some blood was spilled. Oh well.
I tried again to sleep. It just was not happening, although Boobs was snoring up a storm.
I got out of bed [it was after 7 pm at this point] and make my way to the 'new' living room [pictures tomorrow] where The Boy asks me if I'm still in pain. I tell him I am, and he tells me to take some more vicodin, and I tell him I'm down to one and a half tabs, and he was upset because I didn't "tell" him I was low. I told him, "For God's sake, you check that bottle every day! You KNEW I was low!"
So, he starts bitching and complaining that he's got to run across town to Chateau Ghetto to get more pills and I suggest maybe filling the prescription I got on my visit to the ER. I call to find out the price [$10.99 for the generics] and he decides we'll just fill that and save the trip. Good enough for me. While he was out he went to Long John Silver's and got us some dinner. He also got me some lobster bites [which are good, but totally not worth the price, as far as I'm concerned.] Anyway, I ate the chicken planks and some of the fries and a few of the lobster bites, then put the rest away for later.
This is about the time The Boy informed me that he took tomorrow off work so that he and T-bone could go see 'The Dark Knight' and maybe even catch the new 'Hulk' movie, too, which The Boy has not yet seen. The thing is, he did not tell The Mother that he was taking the day off work. As far as SHE knows, he will work all day and then go down to Indy to see the movie.
He's taking Voltron, of course, because "It's double XP points all weekend!" he happily told me. [Whatever the hell THAT means.] I just smiled and nodded.
So, that explains the bed. He was afraid that I would have another accident with the bed frame and maybe really bleed to death this time, so while he switched the beds out, he turned the frame around, too [which is actually the correct way for the frame.] And that is the REAL reason the bed was done. So he could go to Indy and not worry about me dying here while he is gone.
Anyway, later I decided to eat the lobster bites, and suddenly Smigger was right in my face. I found a very small lobster bite and put it on my desk for him, and no one was more surprised than I was to find out the little sucker was EATING it. Smigger does not do people food.
I ended up feeding him like six of my lobster bites, and he ate them, breading and all.
I hope this isn't going to be a habit with him now, because, damn, I HATE to share.
Well, The Boy took his bath and took Boobs and went to bed so he can get "an early start" tomorrow. To his credit, he DID ask if I wanted to go see 'The Dark Knight' and I told him that I do want to see it, I'm just afraid I won't be comfy in the theater and I would hate to have to leave if I started experiencing a lot of pain. So, I'll just wait until it comes out on DVD, although I'll miss the 'Big Screen Affect'. [I'll survive, I think.]
He is also all worried about what I'll eat while he's gone. Puh-LEEZE. There's enough food in this house for ME to live on for WEEKS. [He wouldn't survive more than a couple of days.] There's all kinds of soups, and I have a can and a half of that canned roast beef and plenty of noodles and a bottle of gravy. There's onions and potatoes. There's tortillas and cheese and there's tubes of sausage and a loaf or so of bread. I'm good.
I did finish Fiona's doily, by the way. Tomorrow I'm going to start stuffing a box to send back to her. When she receives the doily, I will post a picture of it for everyone to see. [I will mention that The Boy thinks I should make another one for him. That cracks me up.]
Right now I'm pain free [oh yeah, I also got some vodka] but I'm not itch free. There's a lot of dead [and dying] skin on the legs and it's like when you get a sunburn and your skin starts peeling. It feels so good to have someone remove the dead skin from the places where you can't reach.
While The Boy is gone I'll take pics of some of the changes he made to Casa Cave. He moved in the desk I was using before so he could put things under this desk for me to put my feet up on. [Well, that sentence sucks.]
And if you are fans of the 'Saw' movies, keep an eye on the Sci fi channel, which is showing 'Saw' and 'Saw II' today.
Here's your mission for the weekend ==> 11321
Today's Reason to Drink: Today is National Daiquiri Day! Grab that rum and lime juice and blend it with ice to celebrate. [Daiquiri Variations]
Go forth into your weekend and enjoy!
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| Who is Wes Ramsey and Why Do People Come Here Looking for Naked Pictures of Him?~Who is Wes Ramsey and Why Do People Come Here Looking for Naked Pictures of Him?~
YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
And why do they Google for naked pics of Wes and why are they sent to BRATLAND?
Not that I don't appreciate the visit; I do. I just hate the thought that they leave disappointed. 
OK. Got a couple things to cover so let's get right to it.
Apparently The Boy can't drink [or eat] anything BUT water until test time. So, he's snarfing down water like it's going out of style. He's timed it so the tests will be done around noon.
He brought home the 'cat house'. Here's a picture of it ==> 11316 We were really hoping for a cat tree of some sort. And while I'm on this subject, I want you to check this out ==> http://www.wallcats.com/ The Boy would LOVE to be able to do something like that. I found that last site here ==> http://katt-trappa.blogspot.com/ which is a really neat site, if you like cats.
The Mother thought it would be a nice thing for Smoke, but she doesn't understand that Smoke is now demented and only comes in to eat. She's even shitting outside, which is something she never used to do. That cat would be outside for HOURS and then come in to take a shit. Drove us crazy.
I also got a couple interesting pictures of Smigger sleeping almost upside down. View them here ==> 11317 and here ==> 11318 I never saw him do that before, and to catch him two nights in a row was unreal.
And here is your mission for today ==> 11319
Today's Reason to Drink: Today was my mother's birthday. If she was alive, she would be 79 years old. She died when she was 56, in 1985. That's 23 years ago, although sometimes it seems much longer. And if she was here, and if she could, we would be out celebrating her birthday and tossing back some cold ones.
My mother wasn't a perfect mother, but once her kids grew up, we came to a sort of peace about things. I mean, you either deal with it and get over it, or you let it drag you down forever. Most of us decided to let bygones be bygones, and we moved on and became friends with Mom. She was fun to party with. If she was in a bar, it wouldn't be long before she had people laughing. She had a great laugh and people loved her.
She didn't have much schooling; I think she only got up to the 8th grade, but you would have never known it if you knew her. She was meticulous about her spelling, for one, and I still remember the huge dictionary we had in the house when I was growing up. She also had the most beautiful handwriting I've ever seen.
She was a skilled seamstress. She would embroider my dad's name on all his work shirts. I'll never forget that. She would crochet a lot of things without patterns; a skill Bee has, but not me. I'm a wimp. Gimme a pattern! One year she made me and my baby sister ponchos and my 8th grade home ec teacher could not figure out how my mother had made the fringe in such even LOOPS. I finally told her, and she was amazed. I loved that poncho. Unfortunately, for some dumb reason, our dog chewed a hole in it and I was truly bereft.
My mother was able to feed a huge family with very little, and make it truly delicious. I've talked about some of these meals before. She made the 'egg gravy' I loved so much. Tuna casserole. [Tuna being the only fish I would WILLINGLY eat.] She made oxtail soup, when oxtails were cheap as hell. We had potato pancakes, which we loved. She made mac and cheese in huge pots back when Velveeta® was inexpensive. She made the best damned fried chicken and fried pork chops and the accompanying gravies using the pan drippings.
I was never so happy as the day a friend in California taught me how to make gravy using flour and drippings, and later, I learned to use corn starch like Mom did. Now my pork chop and chicken gravies taste "just like Mom used to make".
My mom was a little nuts, too. I know I've posted about her wanting blue toilet water, so she painted the inside of the throne with blue paint, which peeled off with each flush. One year, we had half a Christmas tree, because she nailed a dowel to the wall and then drilled holes for the fake branches. I have no idea why that came to be. She had some clever ideas about decorating, and she also had some really bad ones. But, that was Mom.
And so, on this day, which would have been my Mother's 79th birthday, I will be raising a glass to her memory, and I will be thankful that she came this way, so that I could, too. And, unlike myself, I am thankful that she had more than one child. She gave me a number of siblings, all of whom are still here today.
Raise a glass to mothers today. And if you still have one, appreciate her now and avoid the rush. Trust me on this one.
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| Blame it on My Sister~Blame it on My Sister~
I was coming in here last night to post when my sister, A, suggested a couple games of Bingo. Well, we haven't played in days, so I said, "Sure."
Well, she kept me there for HOURS, and I didn't get a post up before I stumbled to bed at some ungodly hour.
Of course, it wasn't ALL fun and games. You see, while I was taking a late nap [resting my legs, really, but I tend to fall asleep while doing that] Smoke came in to eat. The Boy decided as long as he was opening a fresh can of food, he would call Hootie inside to eat, too. This is something I never do. If the cat ain't in here when I open the can, well, the cat loses out.
So, as he's holding the door open and calling Hootie, guess who made his great escape? Yup, Boobs.
The Boy kept trying to call him in, but the cat wasn't having any of that shit last night. Finally, around midnight or so, The Boy had to give up and go to bed, asking me to keep trying to call the cat in. I said, "Is he in the garage?"
"No," The Boy said. "He sitting on a stump out there."
The one good thing was that The Boy figured as long as he was up and about, he would run out and get us some donuts for the morning. He got me some Bavarian creme donuts [one of which I am enjoying at this moment.]
At one point, while I was trying to get the cat in, Hootie came up to the door, then turned around and left again. It was odd behavior, and I flipped the porch light on and saw Boobs laying on the sidewalk. I think Hootie was trying to lead him inside but Boobs wasn't going for it.
I said, "Phuck it." Stupid cat can stay out there all night.
When I woke up today, Boobs was sitting on the nightstand giving himself a bath, so I know The Boy either caught him or the cat was hungry and gave up and came inside.
I slept well because the only cat in the house was Smigger, and he doesn't come in to sleep with us or walk on me all night.
The Boy is scheduled for some blood and other 'fluid' tests on Friday, and it seems they are also going to biopsy a mole he has. [He has LOTS of moles.] It's in a dicey spot, and he's going to be hurting tomorrow when he comes home. I did NOT mention this to him.
He can't drink anything for 14 hours prior to going in for the testing, and this is going to be the worst part of it for him. The first thing he does in the morning is pop open a Coke®.
Anyway, I don't think I've mentioned this before, but I've got to talk about the nummie robe. The nummie robe is a robe that I bought for The Boy when we were working in retail together. It's a really thick terrycloth and the outside of it almost felt like velour when it was new. He loved it when I got it for him.
Well, of course, after all this time, it's sort of raggy looking, but still quite functional, since the original material was so thick. But the inside of the robe is a mess of hanging strings, which is what Boobs sucks on when he "gets his nummies".
When The Boy was going through his brother's room and boxing stuff up, guess what he found? An exact duplicate of the nummie robe. And it looks like it had never been worn, either. He claimed it for himself, since he really did like that robe when I bought it for him.
Now we have two nummie robes in the house and The Boy somehow thinks this is going to make life easier for him since Smigger is always trying to lay on it and that pisses Boobs off, of course.
And The Mother went shopping at the used item places in town yesterday and got something she is calling a 'cat house'. The Boy is going to stop at his mom's after work tonight and bring it home with him, then we'll be able to see what the heck it is. I'm sure I'll post a picture.
Here's your mission for today ==> 11315
Today's Reason to Drink: Today is Yellow Pig's Day! Drink to high (mathematical) proof! [I suggest Googling that.]
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| Confession: I Have a Crack Problem~Confession: I Have a Crack Problem~
I'm not really into airing all MY dirty laundry on my blog. The Boy's? I have no problem with that. So, this isn't going to be an easy post to write.
Yes, I've got a crack problem. It started a few years back. And I didn't do a thing about it. At first.
The first place I noticed the problem was my heels. I was horrified. The skin wasn't just DRY; it was REALLY dry and looked callused. Then the calluses starting cracking.
I used a lot of Vaseline Intensive Care during those days. I found and used the same stuff they use in hospitals. I used nylon dish scrubbers on my feet in the shower every day to try and get those calluses down.
After some months, I felt I had a handle on the problem, and I've never let it get that bad again. When I shower, I let the water build up in the tub and then I do the sides of my feet with a dish scrubbie that I keep in there just for that purpose. [Hey, they work as good as a loofah and they are easier to clean and sanitize; and they are cheap and easily replaceable.]
Anyway, about the time I got a handle on THAT crack problem, my elbows started falling apart. And I mean to the point where they hurt. Elbows are not as easy to 'fix' as feet are, mind you. Well, at least mine were not. There were times when it felt like they were just full of dried skin, and I will confess to you that I used emory boards on them to 'sand' them smooth. Don't judge me! It works. After I sanded them, I slathered them with lotion, but to this day, I still have elbow problems despite the fact that I don't spend a lot of time with my elbows on a table or desk.
Anyway, since this leg problem cropped up, I've been having crack problems again. The Boy and I have been using a couple of the fifty thousand bottles of hand and body lotion that The Aunt has sent over here in the last few years and they are OK. They just really don't address the bigger [deeper] problem.
So, The Boy, being frustrated himself since he's been dealing with my legs and feet himself [bless his heart!] found some stuff at Walgreen's or CVS or somewhere and brought it home. Since the itching is driving me nuts, I jumped on the tube when he brought it home and have been using it religiously ever since. Here's what he picked up for me ==> 11313
The name just cracks me up [no pun intended]. But it's really good stuff, with only a slight odor. And by that I mean you can't smell it unless you hold it up to your nose. Applied to my itching areas, it is really helping.
And it's wonderful on elbows, too. And I mean, I noticed a REAL difference after just the first day I used it, which amazed the hell out of me.
So, if you, too, are having a crack problem, and haven't got a handle on it yet, maybe you can find and try 'Zim's Crack Creme'. And they aren't paying me to say that, so you know I'm not bullshitting you.
The Boy has a doctor appointment today for a check up. He went to bed right after midnight, but I tell you, some nights he just keeps popping up out of that coffin and coming out here for one thing or another [back scratches, turn the tv volume down, turn a light off, or grab a Tootsie pop].
As for yesterday, I had an absolutely MISERABLE day. I woke up with a headache, and since I was hurting in my wounds, too, I took a vicodin. [More on the hurt, later in the post.] I figured that would handle the headache, too. BUT I WAS WRONG. [Yeah, that being wrong shit happens to ME, too.]
So, thinking maybe I needed to eat, I ate. Still had the headache. Had a drink. No help, except I started feeling pukey [if you know what I mean]. So, I thought, I'll take a nap. Was disturbed by not one, but TWO, calls from The Boy, and I had to get out of bed and find some information for him that he needed. Went back to bed and slept for about three more hours.
Got up and STILL had the freaken headache. Another two drinks and a pill, and I finally gave up the ghost and went back to bed. When The Boy came home, he came in to tell me there was Taco Hell for dinner if I was interested [I wasn't] and he went away. I got up at 11 pm and was finally headache free.
It occurred to me that it was probably a migraine that wasn't given a chance to hit me full head-on, if you know what I mean.
But I woke up hungry, and The Mother had sent over some chicken salad she had purchased somewhere, and that really hit my spots. PLUS! The Boy picked me up some bottled water, and now I'm happy as a pig in shit.
Did I tell you about the 'new' gauze The Boy picked up? Oh, this was fun.
He got some gauze that is called 'Kling Rolls'. It clings to itself, but you still need to tape the end down.
Anyway, it was really comfy, but when I got up to pee yesterday morning, it was coming loose. So, as I was sitting and peeing, I decided to just take the damned thing off and go back to bed for a bit. Remember now, my head was also hurting at this point.
So, I'm just unwinding and unwinding and I pulled at it and that's when I realized the gauze was stuck to the worst wound I have left on my right leg, and yes, it started bleeding.
I limped to my desk to cut off the part I had already unwound, and then I taped the new end down. By now, I was working on waking up and just decided to stay up.
Later in the afternoon, I realized I would have to get that gauze off my leg to see how badly it may have stuck to the second wound on my right leg. Luckily, it wasn't as bad as the first one, and I didn't scream. I will have to wrap it before I go to bed, but I found a piece of foam from the Wound Center I can use to cover the bad spots before I wrap it in gauze. It's absorbent, but won't stick to the wounds. Really neat stuff.
And since I'll probably be up for some hours, I guess I'll head on over to Pogo and play some games.
But first, here's your mission for today ==> 11314
Today's Reason to Drink: Reread 'The Catcher in the Rye' while sipping some rye whiskey. J.D. Salinger's classic was published today in 1951.
Here's to a better day for all of us!
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| What DIDN'T Go Wrong?~What DIDN'T Go Wrong?~
Well, Boobs made a break for it today. Not once, but twice. Once, while I was in charge [and the little bastard waited until I went into the bathroom for some research] and then later, he snuck out past The Boy after The Boy had already hunted him down and dragged his sorry ass inside.
But between those two escapes something else happened. The Boy got his 'Economic Stimulus' check, and he went down to cash it. He decided to splurge on dinner, and stopped at a place where they make hot sandwiches and ordered two Philly steak and cheese subs. Both with onions, but only one with mushrooms. He didn't have lunch today, so he was starving. He gets these suckers home, and guess what? BOTH had mushrooms on them, in a manner that doesn't allow you to pick them off. [So, I get both sandwiches, and although they are good, they aren't THAT good, at least to me. I mean, they are edible, but I don't see me ever CRAVING one of them.]
He had a great day at work; he worked the floor, which means that he was the 'Go To Guy' if any of the people were having problems. [Basically, supervising.] Which explains why he didn't have lunch.
Then he comes home to a missing cat, but he found him cowering in the garage. He runs out to cash the check and pick up some needful things, comes home, and let's the damnable cat out AGAIN. [Only this time it's dark outside.] So, he's running through the yard, SWEARING, with a flashlight, in the dark, trying to find a BLACK cat.
The day started off as 'not bad', despite a bad [fitful] night with Boobs walking all over me all night. [Neither of us had a good night, really.] So, I canceled my appointment with the Wound Center and rescheduled for The Boy's day off on Friday.
And The Mother dropped off some shoes for us. Here's what they look like ==> 11311
I have no problem with these in the house; it's when I go outside that my feet start to perspire and they get a little slick to walk in. But for comfort? SUPERB.
Here's your mission for today ==> 11312
Today's Reason to Drink: It's International Men's Day in Brazil! And what do men want? Beer! Have a beer with a man, or buy him one. [Then you can tell him what a loser he is.]
Ooops! Did I say that out loud? Sorry, had kind of a rough day because I was trying to find a cat and didn't get a nap and wasn't able to get off my feet even ONCE.
So, I'm kind of hurting. And you know how that goes. Bite someone else and spread the hurt. Hee hee. We be having good times now!
[Don't do as I do, do what I say! Have a good day!]
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