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 One writer's journey |
 She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.  My Dreams... to write of romance and endless love to love without boundaries to learn from past mistakes to laugh with all my heart to be the woman I am meant to be  TODAY... I will reach for the stars Will not give up Will give all that I have Dare to dream the impossible dream For anything in this life is possible    <---I am blown away by this    |
| You know, I've always known medical insurance was a scam. But I swear, how insanely big of a racket it is, definitely is eye opening. For the torn ligament in my finger, I wear two, what they tetm, buddy bands, little velcro straps that keep my pinky and ring finger snug together. I think it's been about eight weeks now. With the weather hitting 100 degrees lately, the bands get sweaty, and icky, and I hate them! Plus, they get stretched out as my fingers shrink from the swelling going down. Imagine my surprise when the bill arrives for two bands, to the tune of $80  .The fact that my insurance covered half of that boggles my damn mind. I needed extras and bought six of them off Amazon for less than $7. Someone seriously needs to tell me why I need to fork over another $40 dollars to cover those disgusting mark up. It is absolutely ridiculous. Writing this on my phone just reminded me that I have to call my insurance for a bill, for an office and Doctor that I've never been to. This ought to be a fun conversation! Tagging ⱲєbⱲitϚћ is 18  StephBee   |
| Thursday is garbage night. I gather the garbage, toss it into the bins, and usually drag it to the curb while hubby cuts the lawn. I admit I was lazy yesterday and took my sweet time. I finally grabbed the two bags to go out, and out to the garage, opened the side door, pushed the bin from the wall, and flipped the lid back. It's normal, I don't even think about it. I go back into the garbage, grab the first bag, toss it in, and then Hissss, growl, hissssss. "Holy shit," I scream, flip the lid back closed and take a few steps back. I admit I was shocked to see a racoon in my damn garbage. And I must have looked like an insane person as I rushed the backyard to grab hubby, who wasn't in the backyard. Now I had to trek back to the front yard, which meant passing the bin. I find him in front, heading to the garage to put the tractor away. I start waving my arms, yelling, "There's a raccoon in the garbage. I can see that he's unsure whether I'm messing around with him or not. So, hubby's idea of figuring it out is to drive the tractor into the side of the bin and see what happens.  I got nothing. All I know is, that animal scared the shit out of me. I didn't have to take the bin to the curb. And somehow, that raccoon escaped with the entire bag of garbage by morning. Tagging: StephBee ⱲєbⱲitϚћ is 18 |
And, I'm waaaaayyyy effing behind  I haven't done anything for "I Write in 2025"  this month. I figured that since I signed up for "The Beatles Musical Extravaganza" , it would help me catch up at I write. WRONG! I have three short stories started, but they are currently stored on my phone. Helpful!Physical therapy is kicking my ass. It takes two days for my hand to stop aching like it's sitting in a damn vise. I am making progress, typing is still, all fingers of the left hand engaged, thumb, first, and middle finger of the right. Every time I forget and try to reach forward and strike a key with the ring finger, it's like the tip of a knife searing through my finger. I don't know how I forgot what PT was like after hand surgery, when I've been through this before on the thumb of my left hand—pain, misery, and finally, victory. At least, that's my hope. I have several tests scheduled for the upcoming weeks. My vertigo has cleared up, as the crystal moved back into place in my right ear. WooHoo!! I have a hearing test scheduled for Tuesday to see why I hear better in one ear than the other. We may be able to rule out Meniere's Disease. Looking forward to that. The following week, I have a CT scan of my lungs and the lovely bone density test. I was supposed to see the hand surgeon this morning, but they moved my appt later today, which is in like an hour. I'm hoping to get these buddy bands off today. It's hot and itchy and driving me mad, mad MAD I tell ya!  And I do realize, I am behind with "The Bard's Hall Contest" as well. But hey, I think I managed 4 posts. Here's to hoping I can manage all 10.Tagging StephBee ⱲєbⱲitϚћ is 18 |
| Aaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhhhh. Needed to get that out of my system Little Miss Nai is doing well. But, because it's me, and this is the way things go, we have one week left in the incubation period. Incubation? You ask. Yep. My daughter-in-law developed Shingles in the last week of her pregnancy. And, they looked at her rash in the hospital and said it was nothing. By the middle of the week she was a mess, freaking out, and went to her doctor, who confirmed her suspicions. I swear i thought it was heat rash. And I cannot say whether I actually touched it or not, so it's safe to say that ol T and Nai are in that waiting period. Kaia has had 3 sleep overs now, and as much as I love having her sleep over, that 3 year old, with all that energy, and smarts is exhausting!  Plus, she forgets nothing. It's wise not to promise her anything, because that girl will remind you every chance she gets.Missing work is tough, because no one really steps up. If they do, it's the bare minimum. So when I don’t show up for 2 days, it's added work. Which means I'm at the gas station more than I like to be. I keep trying to stay positive. We will pay off the property in September of 2027, but I swear I won't make it. It sucks going into a place you don't like. Worse when you own it. My mom's trying to get out of the house now, since she has reverted back to her teens. I hate this disease, hate watching her mind slip away. Last week she was looking for her parents. When my sister told her they passed away, she cried for an hour straight, like the loss hit her for the first time. It's heartbreaking. And now, the world has decided to make another monumental dip into the shithole of hell, and push us to the brink of WW3. Am I seriously the only one who thinks that these little men, with little brains and even smaller penis' need to fuck off and let the women of the world try and make it a better place? 🤷♀️, I doubt it could get worse. I mean, we apparently are all too emotional according to these warmongering maniacs. That's my two cents anyway. Tagging: StephBee ⱲєbⱲitϚћ is 18  |
| Induction night is here!! We can't wait to meet Miss Nai. Tonight we are having a "slumber party" with Kaia. That kid cracks me up. We set up my office with her own blow up mattress. She has toys here, but had to bring more, including slime. I hate slime, it's so gross. The funniest thing is that Kaia hates touching food, but will actively play with slime, while saying, "Teta, oooh gross." And then laughs. She's so related to me. I'm being summoned. We have a big day planned tomorrow. Shopping, going to the hospital, playing outside. This should be interesting. Tagging ⱲєbⱲitϚћ is 18 StephBee Updates to follow!  |
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Now, any feeders I have are taken away at the end of August. 
MAD indeed! I know how you feel, Vertigo-wise. I've had it for years. When peeps call me a dizzy dame, it's for real. 
