Well I didn't die or anything drastic and/or interesting like that, I just went into my "Don't give a shit" mode for awhile. No biggie. Lots went on over the past month and a half though. I put the "Vette into winter storage *boo hoo*, my Dad ended up in the hospital in cardiac intensive care, and in the end, had to get a pacemaker/defibrilator combo planted in his chest. My Mom doesn't drive, so we had a few anxious weeks taking one day at a time as far as their transportation needs were concerned. I live 2 & 1/2 hours away, so I'm no help on a day to day basis. No guilt there, eh? Right. Luckily my cousin Lisa came through multiple times and saved the day(s). Dad is doing OK, but we fear he's into the Altzheimers (sp?) stuff, and it's scary to say the least. And like I said before, Mom doesn't drive. I could just choke her sometimes for not learning. Sorry, just me having a pity party for well.....me. Oh I'll be having lots of these, so just thought I'd give you a heads up. Still dealing with my own bullshit, although I have good news in the health dept. I don't have diabetes, (which runs in our family like a rampant river, and I don't have a thyroid problem. So that means that I'm on my own to lose the weight I've gained, after losing all the weight, that I put back on, (and then some), after quitting smoking, and starting into the menopause shit. God help me. Right now I feel like losing weight is like trying to make an ice sculpture from a fuckin' iceberg. I don't know where to start, and it seems like it's going to take forever to do. I am trapped inside this horrid body, and I just want to unzip it and step out of it and laugh as I put on all the clothes I wore only a year ago. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK? Yes I am yelling. And it felt great. Okay, where was I? Oh, yeah, Thanksgiving was very nice, with my parents and my brother Mike having dinner at my sister-in-laws with us. Mike has been having a rough year since his divorce, and to make matters even worse, his dog Pine was hit by a car and killed while he was out of town working. I cried when he said that Pine was his best buddy, and he would sit and tell his problems to him. And he was only 2 years old. Still a pup. I went down to my folks the week of Thanksgiving to help around the house a bit, and it was really nice to spend some time alone with them. Just day to day stuff. They really were happy that I cleaned out their fridge and scrubbed it all squeaky clean. Mom raved! It was bad. So anyway, lately I've been decorating the house for the holidays, a bit day by day, and by the end of the week it will all be done. Hubbs and I might start shopping tomorrow, *shudder*. This is my least favorite part of the holidays. I find it stressful.
Well it is after 12, so it is officially 1 year today that I was blessed to be fired from the hideous job I used to call "The Grind". Oh happy days! G'night! *big smile*