Buzzin’ By

I’ve been coughing like crazy for a while now.    The doctor gave me some Tussionex yesterday.   I took some after I got to work this morning and about 40 minutes later felt like I was falling out of my chair.   I look up this medicine on the net and find out that it’s hydrocodone.    The liquid form of Vicodin … Lortab, etc.   Equilivent to morphine for pain control.   I’m not sure how a pain medication works on a cough … but it damn sure does.  

So, I’m high as a kite at work, but I’m not coughing.  

This should make for a fun day!

Seems that one would only appeal a charge against them if they were found guilty on that charge.

Seems that your three felony charges were not dismissed and you were not found not guilty.  Instead your three felony charges were certified to the grand jury.

Tick … Tock Ms. Holier than Everyone Else … Looks like your gig is almost up.

I had to close my Yahoo email account because I got caught up in the spam train.   You’d never believe how many people have left me money … all I have to do is give someone my name, address, date of birth, social security number and bank routing number and they’ll transfer the money to me.   

*giggle*

Recently I got an email with a subject line of:   Below is the burial pictures brought in confirmation that you are dead.  

I fell out of my front door …. backwards.   Broke the 5th metatarsil in four places.   So, I’ve been adusting to life on crutches and wearing my StarWars looking space book.   They tell me not to put weight on the foot - so I’m not quite sure why I have to wear the boot.   Ok, so I do know … because I keep ending up putting some weight on the heel of the foot anyway.  

Six weeks to three months to heal.

Yay.

It’s dinner time again!  

We had AWESOME spaghetti last night.   I used a jar of Classico “Caramelized Onions and Garlic” with a jar of Classico “Sweet Basil Tomato” and doctor it up even more … adding fresh basil from the garden and some chopped up fresh mushrooms … salt, pepper and a bit of sugar.     Kirk made the meatballs and we sprinkled them with some garlic salt and pepper and let ‘em bake.   When the meatballs were finished, we scooped them into the sauce (with the crunchy bits and even some of the grease) and let the sauce simmer about 45 minutes.   YUM.   Right up there will the all-day sauce kind of yum.  

So, we’ll have leftovers tonight.   Spaghetti is always even better the second day!

Wednesday:  Marinated chicken on the grill … camping potatoes … corn and green bean casserole
Thursday:  Leftovers
Friday:  Crock Pot Pork Salsa … rice … broccoli or cauliflower (depends on which looks best)
Saturday:  Cookout at a neighbor’s … I’m going to take “Not Yo Mama’s Banana Pudding”
Sunday:  Hamburgers & Hot Dogs on the grill … potato salad … baked beans

My ex (and kinda still) boss is leaving today for a year long detail.  

I know I have been incredibly blessed to have had such a wonderful boss for over five years - that I would feel this upset over him leaving.  

We started with our organization on the same day.   We attended orientation together - not knowing then that we would work together.   A few hours later when we both arrive at our new office together.   The agency and the positions were new to us and we helped each other muddle through.

He tolerates me.   And that says a lot about him.  

It’s going to be a long year.

My name is Debbie and I’m addicted to food blogs.   There, I’ve said it.

I’ve always loved cookbooks and now I’ve discovered food blogs.   I’ve spent most of my day today reading one after another.   And each blog lists more blogs to visit.   

So, I leave here today with recipes for Chocolate Chess Squares, Hazelnut Mini-Cheesecakes, Broccoli Salad, White Chocolate Chip Blondies, Salted Cashew Crunch Cookies, Black-Bottom Cupcakes, Pimento Cheese, German Cole Slaw and Strawberry Pecan Shortbread Crumble Bars in hand.

YUM.

Tick - Tock.

Last night I was in bed, asleep, when I felt something on my side.   It wasn’t the  tick.   It was my husband, with his nifty headband flashlight on, rolling me to my side saying “Don’t move!”    I looked at the clock to see it was after midnight and thought to myself “Hey, it’s a little late to be playing those kinda games buddy.”     But I was too busy not moving and being afraid of what I had been rolled off of to even speak.

He jumps out of bed for his supplies.    Tweezers and alcohol.   It was a *insert scary music here* tick.  

A tick.

I HATE ticks!

I’m not fond of spiders (and I really despise those damn spider crickets … but that’s another gross post.)
I’m not fond of snakes.

But I HATE ticks.    Seriously, they bite you, hold on with their mouth for as long as they can while they suck your blood out of your body.   *shudder*

And after you discover a tick - don’t you just hate how you think you feel them all over?   *shudder*

Anyway, hubby jumps back into the bed and gets the tick … but there is a raised red spot about the size of a dime there.   Hopefully, it’s just a reaction to the tick saliva *gross … shudder* - but now comes the waiting and watching.

Did I mention that I hate ticks?

Tick - Tock.

You know, in our daily lives, it’s a lot easier to complain and talk about the things that are bothering us … the things that are plucking our last nerve … and a lot of times those complaints involve our husbands.

But I’d like to take a minute to say how very blessed I am to have found my husband.   He is my rock.   He is my protector.   He, literally, would die for me.   And as if that is not enough, he has opened his heart to my children and thinks of them as his very own.   There is no “STEP” where he is concerned and nothing makes him angrier than when people refer to my kids as his stepchildren.   Nothing makes him angrier than when someone suggests that he should not love my children as much as he loves his own.  

He’s working.  Working non-stop.   He’s trying to help his own daughters financially while they are in college and it’s taking all he’s got.   I can only hope that one day they understand what it took for him to do what he does for them.   But that’s him - he does what it takes - always.   For his children or for mine - he does what it takes.

Last summer, my son decided it was time to move back home from California.   My husband - without hesitation - said he’d be on the next flight to get our son home.   He flew to California, loaded the few belongings my son brought back with him and his dog into a Ford Focus and drove across country.   He made it from ocean to ocean in two days.   How do you thank a man for something like this?   

He is a wonderful father and we’re all blessed to have him in our lives.