Regardless of the situation, no matter how hopeless the outcome may be, I will never quit, and I will never back down. I have become the wolf.

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Twinkies, Twizzlers, heat registers and …

So, Twinkies, which were supposed to survive nuclear holocaust, died 3 weeks before the end of the world.  (Well played Mayans, well-played).  And just this afternoon I heard that a Mexican corporation is looking to buy them out and put Hostess back on the shelves.  Can you imagine, Americas greatest snack food manufacturer in the hands of the people who some people are trying to keep out of the country.  I hope Hostess sells, and when they do, I hope they don’t sell in Arizona.

Speaking of things that are yummy, lets talk about Twizzlers, you know, the twisted red licorice whips that have been around forever.,   What an unexpected treat.  I’ve never eaten them before.  Well I’ve tried them and they were always hard and stale.  After trying to chew them for thirty minutes I would excuse myself and spit it out somewhere.  So I stopped trying them.  It’s been about  twenty-five years since I’ve had any.  I tried some the other day and I am over the moon.  I don’t know if  they changed the recipe or what, but what sweet softness they have achieved.  The Strawberry Twizzlers are a personal favorite with Cherry running a close second.  I love the fact that you can peel them like string cheese.  Adds loads of fun to the mix.

The other morning (and this morning) Oscar has woke me up at 2:15 to go potty.  Now if he can’t make it through the night and is willing to risk waking me up, then he’s gotta go bad.   So I put on my bathrobe (in case mom is up) and make my way quietly in the dark, down the stairs, through the entry and kitchen to the back door.   It occurs to me that it is freezing in the house.  After I let Oz out, I check the furnace, it’s working fine, just got really cold outside.  I crank it up a degree or two and it kicks on.  Then the child in me took over.  I stood over the heat register and let the warm air fill my bathrobe.  Reminded me of being a kid and waiting for the bathroom and trying to stay warm.  My feet were so toasty, I didn’t even mind waiting for Oscar to finish.

Working on my Christmas cards and my shopping.  I’m so almost done with shopping.  Thank the stars for catalogs.  I can order everything online, not pay shipping and have it delivered.  What could be better.  I don’t have to face the crowds and their germs and risk catching another funky disease that levels me for weeks.  The most fun I have is finding a book for everyone.  I search the internet and catalogs, I listen in to conversations and pay attention to what my family is doing and try to find books that will entertain and enlighten and stir the imagination.

I’m off to finish cleaning out my craft room and making it ready to be an actual bedroom.  We thought we were going to have more people staying the night for Thanksgiving, so in order to accommodate everyone, I figured I’d get off my fat duff and finish cleaning out this room.  This is the place where all my craft crap ended up before I started moving to the basement.  I now have two places for all my junk.  I’m sorting out the stuff I can’t physically do anymore, like the counted cross stitch, and the needlepoint.  I just can’t see to do them any more.

OK, back to work for me.  Have a lovely Sabbath everyone.  Peace, joy and harmony be with you this week.

Sometimes the fates tell you where to go.

Driving Joe to PT today we decided to hit a few garage sales on the way since we had time to kill and getting in and out of the car is good exercise for him.  Found some real gems today.  Two plates to add to my collection, some beadable chopsticks that were in a “free” box, a handful of dead trees also known as books (my iPad is ruining the paper experience), and best of all a four piece bar set.  This set is rocking, not only are the dice ivory and can be used in other pieces of jewelry, the ends unscrew and I can replace them with beads.   The rods are just a hair over 1/8″ so I’ll have to thicken the bead release a bit, but totally do-able.  I thinking silver cored tiger stripe beads.  Very retro 60’s.

Anyway we to the “last sale” of the day and it was getting close to his apt. time so we did a drive by to see if anything jumped out at us. I saw a glimmer of orange glass and decided to take a chance and see what was there.  Joe and Mom decided to wait in the car for me.  As I walked up the drive I noticed a white van pulling up behind my vehicle.  I continued into the garage and began looking around.  I realized that there was no-one there and thought it strange, then I figured that whoever was running the sale was most likely in the house.  A  guy, I’m assuming that he came from the van, rounded the corner into the garage and walked straight to the door connecting the garage to the house.  As he reached for the door knob, the lady of the house opened the door with a startled look and looked over at me, he turned, saw me standing there and practically ran out of the garage.  The lady had gone in to grab a snack and he had surprised the crap out of her when she opened the door.  It took about a minute to figure out that neither of us knew him and that his behavior was a little off.  The hands of fate.  If not for a glimmer of orange glass (no I did not buy it, just a tip people, if you want someone to buy what you no longer want, wash it first.)

 Time for a short soapbox rant.

This rant goes out to everyone with an elderly relative, and it’s coming from the heart of someone caring for one.

Please don’t make commitments you aren’t positive you can keep.

Elderly people remember your casually spoken words and their caregivers have to deal with the sorrow and the questions.  Think before you speak please.  And if you can’t keep your commitment, call and explain.  It’s hard having someone not want to leave the house because you said you were going to come by and spend time.

Soapbox put away for now.  Don’t make me bring it back out.

It’s getting late and I see I have 24 new e-mails since I started typing.  I’ll bet 22 are junk one is a receipt and 1 is from my friend.  Have a safe night all.

Oh, can anyone explain why I keep seeing Ouija boards on T.V.?  Those things scare me.  Mom laughs at my reaction to them, but I can’t help it.  Evil little boards.

Wow, the days are flying past.

And I have been terribly remiss about updating my blog.  50 lashes with a wet noodle to me.  Just so much going on.  If I even get on my computer it’s to delete the 100’s of spams and junk mail I get every day.  I try to be careful and not use my “real” mail address on websites, but somehow it trickles out anyway.

I appreciate my husband more than ever now that I’m in his shoes.  Having to do all the shopping and errands on top of cooking and cleaning and laundry.  I know mom and Joe are doing as much as they can to help with everything, but the worry about it getting done is all on me.

Joe is recovering slowly.  I wouldn’t want to be in his shoes.  Hell, I don’t want to be in my shoes either, but what can ya do.

Had chemo yesterday and for some reason they doubled my steroids dose.  ‘Roid rage is nothing to mess with.  I feel like I have one nerve left and the whole world is tap dancing on it.  So what did I choose to do today?  Take my 82 yo MIL to K-Mart.  Yep, I put myself into the center of the storm and almost made it out without inflicting damage to anyone.   I say almost because I got to the checkout before snapping.

We got to the store and I pointed mom to the shoe dept since she wanted new slippers.  I had a list and can move faster alone so off I went.  I did splurge a bit, pillows and mattress covers were on sale so I bought new ones for our bed.  Love new bedding!  Finished off my list in record time then proceeded on the MIL hunt through the crowd of  females that seem to populate the store.  I must say at one time, while rolling through the isles, I found myself singing to the music pouring out from overhead.  Something about changing stupid locks and making him leave his key, when to my surprise, I hear several other ladies singing along.  I’ve finally reached that age where I don’t give a shit and will sing out loud if I want to.  What a great feeling.

Anyway, found mom, got her together, stopped and looked at some tops for her.  Made it to the checkout and I haven’t hit anyone yet, in fact am having a pretty good trip.  Then I check out.  Everything goes well, she rings me up while making pleasant conversation with me.  As she’s holding my last item to scan, her co-worker walks up and starts talking to her about working late and training a new girl.  Now I’m already on edge and these two are playing with fire.  I made it for approx 3 minutes before I interrupted with a resounding “excuse me, may I finish here?”  Now, I tried to be nice, but I’m sure the tone was there.  If looks could kill, I’d be toast.

OK, I’m typed out.  Gonna go relax and watch something fun on TV.

Peace ya’ll

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