My "whine moment today." What's yours?

Well gals I just slammed my head on the handle of the treadmill thats been sitting gathering dust cause I never use it. I actually have a dent in my head where I hit it.
I pray I don't end up with a slow brain bleed and pass out during the night.

All jokes aside, man that hurt. Owww.

Hope and Ladee if you are dumb and dumber then your unhelpful siblings should be ..............well I better not say or else I'll get bleeped.

I'm going grocery shopping. My least favorite thing in the world. Well, one of them anyway. Catch you all later.

This is for assandache7, I just read your whine, and I had to laugh because my dad who is eighty seven has to one up everybody no matter what. My husband had a massive heart attack 6 months ago and my father who had an episode of angina 400 years ago swears that he had a heart attack too now. he constantly talks about how he was in intensive care for a few days and if my husband says he was in for 5 days my father will say he was in for 6. No matter what happens to anybody my father makes sure his story is worse. The older he gets, the more exaggerated his stories become.

Gershun...be careful! I hope you are ok. I did this once on the top of a closet door while getting onto a step ladder to clean out the top shelf of the closet. Ouch.

Well I HOPE you were joking about the brain bleed missy!!! I wonder how many treadmills hurt their owners, friends and strangers every year? They are always broadcasting how many pitbulls harm and mame, why not treadmills? LOL, if you can joke, so can I.

Grocery Shopping... ick, I like the cooking part, just not getting it nor paying for it. Oh and gersh, it's fixin to get angry, not fixinG LOL, ghetto slang ...

wait....I didn't mean ghetto slang.... meant just slang, heck, I use it all the time and am not ghetto

WHERE IS THE EDIT BUTTON?

I haven't posted much in the way of whines lately, because with Mom in the NH, much of her care is on someone else's shoulders...but I have one today. (Long post, sorry. Just need to vent a bit.)

Visited Mom this morning and headed off to my storage unit by 8am, so a fairly early start to the day. I have been sorting through all my things and selling anything I don't need, giving items to a family member starting over from scratch after a separation from his wife and tossing whatever is no longer salvageable thanks to my daughter's use of it and/or her haphazard packing of the boxes.

It's that last bit that came back and bit me in the butt today.

I was hauling boxes out of the storage unit when I came across a very long (like 4' long) and narrow box. It was heavy, sealed with tape and marked "dishes". After I mentally cursed out whoever (daughter or SIL) packed so much heavy stuff in a long, unwieldy box, I started trying to pick it up. **CRASH** About 5 Pyrex *heavy glass* baking dishes fell through the bottom of the box - which had been carelessly sealed with a single strip of packing tape - and every single one of them shattered on the concrete floor of my storage unit. More cursing - this time totally vocal, not mental. Saved what I could of the dishes and loaded them into the van, along with several other boxes of stuff and headed home.

Hauled the van seat out of the house and parked it outside on the sidewalk so I could put it back in the van to get it out of the way (house is too small for all this crap sitting around). Started emptying a box of kitchenware and tossing the utensils into the sink to be washed. Found several pieces of God-knows-what kind of moldy food in the bottom of the box. God bless that daughter of mine for letting her little one help contribute to the packing by tossing whatever he was eating into the boxes. I've found plates carefully wrapped in paper to protect both the plate, and apparently, the huge smear of dried egg yolk that was across the face of the plate. Totes with food or liquid splatters all over the outside of them. My mixer boxed up with dried cake batter all over it - not like little splatters - actually caked in dried cake batter on the beaters because they weren't washed, just packed that way. It's making me nuts. I'm not a neat freak by any means, but O-M-G.

Had a guy come from a roofing company at noon to give me a quote on re-roofing the house and garage. Huge waste of 1.5 hours, since they do not sell the type of roofing I want - at all. And their quote for *their* style of roofing was outrageous and I told him so. When he first arrived he was flirty and complimentary of everything I said. Much less so when I told him he'd wasted both his time and mine and that I was tempted to send the company an invoice for my wasted time, since the appointment-setter didn't bother to ask what style of roof I was looking for - could have saved us both the trouble.

Then I check Facebook and find a very unkind comment about my and my family's weight issues, and how a certain someone doesn't want their child to end up like us, so they are watching what the child eats. Um, I *know* I'm fat, thanks. Didn't need you to announce it to the world. Then that person tries to be all nicey-nice to me. Uh, sorry. Not feeling it right now.

Sometimes, I just want to grab people by the face and scream at them, " Do you KNOW what the F--- I have going on in my life on a daily basis? Every. Single. Day.?!?!" Run to see Mom in the morning. Run home to work. Try to find time to unpack more boxes and sell more stuff because the money situation is going to be very tight for at least a year now that Mom's income goes to the NH - so I'm paying both my bills AND all of the household bills. Scramble to pull together the latest bit of paperwork requested by Medicaid and the NH and send that off to them. Try to find time to EAT at some point during the day and stick to my weight-loss plan. Run back to see Mom in the evening. Back home to work until I start seeing double. Fall into bed, only to get up about 5-6 hours later and do it all over again.

..and they wonder why I get just a wee bit testy sometimes.

I think it's time for me to put this day out of its misery. Went out to put the van seat back in the van, and the little neighbor girl came out to play with my dog. So I went over and tossed a frisbee with her and the dog....and stepped in a nice fresh pile of dog poo. Went back inside to clean my shoes and realized that the nice LC casserole I put in the oven had no seasoning whatsoever in it. Too late now! Shoes in the washer. Bland casserole in the oven. And me on my butt in front of the computer and not moving another inch tonight for fear the house will fall down on my freaking head. LOL

How old is that child, Susan? So the certain someone thinks it would be better if the child winds up with body dysmorphia issues instead? S/he should be watching what the child eats to make sure the child is well-nourished, not in pursuit of a fashionable dress size. May the child be well and happy, obviously, but people who feel obliged to make personal remarks in public should be careful of what they wish for.

Funniest whine of this day, Susan, so funny. That put me out of my misery! Still laughing. The casseroles are good bland, imop.

Katie...still whining here...but I don't know if people who live their lives for themselves and never do anything to help others EVER have to do anything BUT that...because they are just self centered enough that other people's plights do not bother them. I love them, but i am so ashamed of my nephew for the way he has abandoned my Mama...Once he was born, he was pretty much all that mattered anymore..Her grandsons mean the world to her...and now it is like she just doesn't matter...Again, it is shameful....

I have worked so hard all my life and been giving and tried to be there for anyone who ever needed me...letting my own stuff go to "do for others"...those others never lifted much of a finger for anyone else..and as a result just keep having it handed to them....One day last fall, I had my doctors appointment and I knew our roof man was coming to clean off the roof and clear the gutters and when I got home he had raked the entire front yard for me, knowing Mama was a pretty good handful...He did not charge me one dime..but I did make him take something anyway...but I remembered thinking...this must be what it feels like to be a princess......most of my friends don't even seem to know how to clean a house, let alone do all the lawn work, etc....but yet they live the high life...how does that work. I must have fallen asleep when they were teaching the "how to have it all and never lift a finger" class...

Jeanette, just put the pitbulls (I love to call them Staffordshire Terriers) on the treadmills.

Take a needed break Susan. It truly will be ok.

With that said.... dog poo in toes is as worse as actually touching others toes. ICK!!! GET IT OFF!! LOL

Sorry, painting my baseboards in the kitchen, drinking adult beverages and listening to........ yes, Neil Diamonds greatest hits. Odd how he makes me so productive?

Hope dear, I too fell asleep in that class, thankfully I woke up in the DIY class :))) So far, straight A's!

Pamz, mom's diet in the morning does not sound unusual for a senior, imop. Could you be worrying too much? Try a little snack of applesauce or pudding if she isn't diabetic. Don't ask, just take a tray in with some for you, some for her. Start by eating in fronf of her. It is so understandable that food is an issue. It can be so very frustrating for the cook.

Brother came today again, unexpectedly, but that's fine...it worked out fine and we had a good visit. I really want to try to keep a connection with him because he will be my only family one day...I don't understand a lot of things he has done...but I am pretty sure I know why he did them...not that it's right, or even ok...but when it comes down to it, I don't want to lose him....but everyone else? not so much.....

Mama has slept the ENTIRE day today...wow...what a huge difference...90 mph one minute...sleeping so soundly that changing her doesn't even wake her....I guess we know the patch had an adverse effect on her..I miss her joviality but know too she can't go like that without some adverse effects on her health..so hard to get it just right.. I hated she had gotten so quiet again...I know my brother was hoping to catch her when she was lively and happy....

Hope, I wonder if those that have it all, are really happy?? I too have to fend for myself most of the time..... I don't envy those people, nor do I feel sorry for their lack of leaving their fingerprints on the world . I know you are tired and tired of never having help.... but you might be surprised at the 'special' people who envy your ability to get 'er done.....The most amazing and interesting people on the planet do things that teach me.... being self sufficient is hard, but take a tremendous amount of pride in your ability to have so many talents.... I feel being a Princess is highly overrated... sending you lots of hugs !!









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And the last bunch of mess on my post was sent by my cat !!!!!!!

CM - said child is 2 years old. And mother is already worrying about weight issues. Give me just a small break, please. I don't think she's aware that I saw the comment, and she's also not remembering that the child's father is skinny as a rail, having escaped the "fat gene" from my family, apparently - and since this child is also male, he has a far greater chance of being skinny like his father than even close to overweight. I've shaken my head over this so much tonight that it's about to fall off my shoulders. Some people....I swear.

Glad I could make some of you chuckle tonight. I think some days the world just has it in for me, but I have a good sense of humor and am usually able to laugh at it all at the end of the day....just not while it's happening!

Forgot to mention that while moving the van seat, I foolishly grabbed the headrest on the seat and pulled on it - too hard. It came flying off in my hands and smacked me square in the mouth. I finished putting the seat in the van with a mouth full of blood and swelling lips. No need for collagen injections, they're plenty plump now, thanks.

The only bright spot this evening was that the casserole was actually ok when I added just a bit of salt to my serving. I was craving a calazone with ricotta, ham, sauce and cheese, but trying to stay away from that stuff. Given today's events, the temptation was *very* strong to just say "screw it" and order in. I held my own, though, and tossed some cooked spaghetti squash, ricotta cheese, diced canned tomatoes, diced ham and mixed Italian cheese shreds into a casserole dish and baked. Forgot to put in the Italian seasoning blend or any salt, but even with just a little salt added to my serving, it was really good, and satisfied the craving!

Ha! Another little bright spot. My phone just made the sound of a cash register ringing up - I looked at it and uttered "WTF?" before I could stop myself. Never heard it make that noise before. You know why? Because I've never used the Ebay app on my phone before and I just made a sale. The cash register noise is for money coming in. LOL Not a huge sale, but hey, it's one more thing out of the house and out of my way, and a few more dollars in my pocket. I'll take it. :-)

ladee...that is so true..and it is actually exactly what Mama used to say to me...I can almost hear her saying it now..."do you really think they're happy"....I do take a lot of pride in the fact I can pretty much handle whatever comes my way...I guess sometimes it would just be nice not to HAVE to...but again...I know Mama knows she does not have to worry about me..because I will figure it out if I don't know it already...I think maybe that's why she worried more about my brohter, he isn't really used to having to figure it out alone...I'm not saying he doesn't work hard at his job because he does...but he has always had a lot of folks in there batting with him too...I have always been on my own...but too I don't worry about being alone because I am used to it...anyway, enough about how great I am...lol....it sounds like that ...didn't mean it to, but I do appreciate your words of wisdom greatly...I also appreciate your cat's wise words :)

ladee...I think I prefer my jackass...but just for tonight.....here's my avatar...just for you.. :)

Hope and Ladee - I used to be envious of people with more than me. Then I watched several of them struggle through financial problems when they were laid off or lost their jobs or had some other misfortune happen - which happens to everyone, regardless of the size of their bank account. You know what? They had a harder time adjusting to having less because they were so used to having more - they became complacent and greedy and always wanted more, more, more. They thought what they had would always be there - so when the rug was suddenly yanked out from under them, they didn't know how to cope and went into sheer panic.

I started telling myself this: just because someone has more than you doesn't make them "richer". It just means they have farther to fall and it hurts more when they hit rock bottom. They can have the same money problems you have, theirs just have more zeros at the end! If you're closer to the bottom to begin with, it doesn't seem that big of a deal when you hit it, and it's easier to climb back up if you weren't on the top rung of the ladder to begin with. ;-)

Hope , love the temporary avitar !!! pretty sure our sense of humor gets us further than those with a lot of money... the more 'stuff' you have, the more you have to stress about keeping it.....So Susan, you are right....I don't have very far to 'fall'... for those that don't know, I live in a 1976 Winnebago that I found out is a pasture.... found out who owned it and asked if I could buy it... he wanted $600, I offered him $200 and he took it.... have been living in it for years now... nothing in it works but me !!!! And I have no running water.... so I trust that when the hard times comes I am prepared better than some....It's my home, my cat, the one that also belongs to AC, apparently, and my rescued dog are quite content here.... I am a artist and crafter so it always looks like a bomb went off in it, but its mine and it's home....any time I see huge houses, the first thing I think of..... Geez, so glad I don't have to clean that thing.....!!!! So yay for those of us who have little, but that means we have more room for love and the things that matter in life..... I may be poor money wise, but I am rich in friends.... not many can say that and mean it..... so ya, hooray for us that can be alone, make do, fix things and hear new noises on our phones !!! Woot Woot.

Totally agree Ladee and Susan....I have all I need...I do just fine and most importantly what i do have I worked for and did not do anything adverse to anyone else to attain it. I have never understood the attitude that having money made someone important...I know too well how some folks have what they do...and it is not pretty...of course having a lot does not make someone a greedy person either, just saying for me I am content....I drive my Daddy's little 20 plus year pickup because I want to, it makes me feel close to him. I feel so happy when I"m in my little truck.. I drive my 1996 car occasionally, both are in good shape now and I haven't owed on them in over 15 years....I have never been a clothes horse but I look nice in what I have...I am just happy. I love lounging in my comfy flannel capris and old tshirts ...I just really like who I am ...and i love who yall are too. The more I learn about folks on here the more amazing I think yall are...we are.....we're a pretty unique group...and none better out there ....

I am missing several folks on here tonight ..perhaps I overlooked them...falcon, I hope things are going ok with your Mom...and bless your heart, your move.....just seems you have way too much on your plate these days.

I don't know where this evening went. As active as Mama has been the last two days, she has been at the opposite end of the spectrum today...it is sad to see her that way...every day just seems different...every day waiting for the other shoe to fall. I guess I need to just go on to bed.. ...maybe I'll find a good horror movie on here and fall asleep to that..yeah...that sounds fun....nite all...

Just jumping in here because I can relate to the subject of those who say they have more??? I work with a woman who has made it a point to let me know about her house...2,500 sq ft., and if she put it on the market today, she could get over $400,000 for it. She is a single woman with grown children. She also asked me where I live (we live in the same city). I told her (my house is only 1,200 sq ft., LOL!! I felt intimated by her. However, I have heard some stories about her and it all clicks...she has low self esteem. I love my small house, hubs and I have worked hard to have it....so it won't make Better Homes and Gardens, LOL!!!

I love the bird on head avitar Hope....have a good night all!!

Temporary avitar for Hope 22.... might as well have fun.... my old chicken needed a rest anyway...

My ugly little trailer looks like something that should be on Criminal Minds.....but it's mine....

SharynMMarie.....totally know those types...ugh....that's the thing with them though...I am convinced they are missing a lot of other things in their lives or they wouldn't feel the need to brag about all the "stuff" they have....other people may scoff at my stuff...but I'm actually quite happy with it... :) thanks...I love Jim Carrey's character..he has some of the goofiest faces....

oh ladeeeeeee.......buwahahahahaha......you found him!!! awesome....now we are a pair! hahaha... love it!!!

You ladies have an awesome night! I always feel so encouraged by all of you!!! love you and hugs to all!!! about to cozy up with my little kitties and listen to the crickets chirping outside and remember how blessed I am ... :)

Oh Ladee1....I love it!!!!

Well its 1:00 am. I know all you good folks have probably been asleep for hrs.now.
I am still alive so I didn't get that slow brain bleed from bashing my head against the treadmill. But I seem to have developed sciatica. I think thats how you spell it.
I'm just getting too d*mn old. You know your getting old when you get up off the throne after doing your business and you develop sciatica. Ah well.

I just had to get my words in tonight cause I can't sleep so I'll most likely end up sleeping half the day tomorrow from being up all night. Ye all seem to do most of your posting early and then I have to catch up.

Anyway Hope, cute avatar although I think I like your old one better.

Jeanette, so its fixin to get mad, not fixing. Ah..............Well I'm just an old Canadian gal eh. :)

Anyway..................

Oh yeah, my other cat got jealous so my new avatar is if you can make it out, one cat inside the little tree house scratching post and the other cat on top. Now they are both in the avatar. Gotta keep the peace with the fur kids ya know.

Funny that we were talking about house sizes - I live in Mom's house and she's in the NH - this house may be a grand total of about 800-1000 square feet - total. Basement is finished but cannot be used due to leaks (a *very* expensive fix and all the "band aid" fixes done over the years haven't helped at all). Main floor has 2 smallish bedrooms (one of which doubles as a laundry room - mine), a bathroom smaller than most walk in closets and the living room and long, narrow kitchen. That's it. Right now, I wish I could post pics on here as I've been hauling boxes out of my storage unit to sort, donate and sell stuff, and as one of you said, it looks like a bomb went off in here. Boxes and boxes and boxes and totes and stacks of stuff. Cat loves it - places to hide. Dog hates it - too much stuff for his old bones to have to walk around. Brother is coming to use my washer/dryer today - I hope he can get to it. LOL

Had to sit down and "dry out" after hauling more stuff in out of the van - now I'm off to get Mom for her weekly ride.