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Yea 4 am….

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So I’m up at this hour for a few reasons.
1 is I’m holding a friend’s hand very long distance.
2 is I can’t effing sleep.
3 is my kitchen was a disaster and it needed me 
4 is I have 6 cats.
I cleaned the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher. Which btw I figured something out.
Don’t buy those expensive dish age to for your dishwasher. Add white vinegar to it and not only will your dishes be spotless the dishwasher is clean too.

Whilst I was loading the dishwasher I was watching my cats. It’s 4am and they’re as fresh ad daisies fighting on the carpet.

I strive to have a cats life. I’m close. I have learned to sleep through anything. I don’t really have an agenda for life except food and sleep.
Yet I still have not accomplished the one thing that could make me a cat.
That oh I don’t care what time it is I’m going to make as much noise and fly around the house and attack everyone on the way through and then go eat something kind of carefree attitude that is the essence of being a cat.
And I can’t Lick my toes. But that’s ok.
Still I get to watch and admire their who gives a shit about anything attitude and strive towards it.
Happy Monday.

And more.

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I do have to say the last week has been a pain. But we are almost there. Exhausted and sore we are resting today as it is supposed to rain.
We have gotten almost everything done. Paint wise that is 
Now as we paint I’m seeing all the other things we must do to make our storybook home what we want it to be.
I’ve also realized that all this work has kick started in me a.level of activity my body isn’t used to. And probably shouldn’t continue for too much longer.
I’m exhausted. I’m sore. I hurt in places I didn’t even know I had.
But it’s almost there.

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The painting

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OK let get something straight. I’m a big girl. Quite strong. But scraping before painting ones house is a pain in the ass.
I had hired some one to do it but Alas they never showed up.
So hubby  and I have been scraping an 80 year old garage for 2 days.

At the moment it is 102 degrees here. No humidity. The paint is drying on the brush .

So it is going to take a week to paint instead of someone else doing it in 2 days.

Moral of my story.

If and when you buy a house, please find a good, honest, reliable , and affordable handyman  or woman.
Believe me ,the little expense in the long run will be worth it.

We begin again.

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So I started this blog over a year ago to bitch about life and so on. 

I decided to reinvent myself and my blog to show a happy content small town life , and all that crap. 

I do have a content life. It’s great living somewhere I know almost everyone. I’m sure in a couple more years I will know everyone. 

 

We are still working on the house we bought in November.  Who knew how much remodeling would take? Yes yes , I’m sure you all did. Well we have never owned a house we could remodel. So here we are. .

So today I sit here waiting for the guys to come scrape and paint my house. And I’m waiting. 

I also have a water heater to pick up. 

But the real reason behind this blog is my dishwasher. 

I’m sure some of you know you must clean your dishwasher. That thing gets disgustingly dirty. I mean think what you put into it. 

Now I cleaned mine yesterday and I have to say it looks and smells better. 

So I decided to do this blog so I can wade in and do the things you  all don’t want to or don’t know how to. That way I break my stuff figuring it out for you. 

So let me know if there’s something you need to know. I’m sure I can figure it out. Or break something trying. 

What a pain

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Sometimes, just sometimes I get so fed up and annoyed.

I have 3 autoimmune diseases, 3!!

I know I am in better health then some. I know I should count my blessings.

But ya know what? I’m pissed.

This may be tmi , but Friday I woke up pooping blood. I called and went straight to my doctor.

Exam , blood tests and so on.

Results today?? Nothing out of range. Great blood results.

Yes. But WTF then?

Basically my doctors have been telling me this for years, ” you’re just not going to feel good most of the time”.

Gosh thanks.

There is no treatment for fibromyalgia really. Not one my body tolerates. There’s nothing to help celiac except strict and pain in the arse diet.
RA can be treated and as soon as my state stops flooding I will get to mine.

I don’t know of anything more depressing than knowing you’re going to wake every day feeling like shit.

I’m 43. This sucks.

I look for alternative medicine. Well I live in BFE. I am 150 miles from the rheumatologist I’m going to see.
No acupuncture. No massage therapists.
I love living here. This is a great place. Everyone for together to fill sand bags so we won’t flood. Hopefully.

But when it comes to being sick, wrong place to be.

I stabbed a goat head sticker in my finger 2 weeks ago pulling it out of my dogs paw. It’s infected. Well of course it is!!!

I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed. Feeling a bit stabby!!

People wonder why I get suicidal. This is why.

And if one more person tells me all I have to Do is pray and it will all go away, they’re going to meet their maker before their time.

I have to accept this. It’s been 25 years. I have to accept I’m never going to be the person I wanted to be.

Just let the person I am shine through. Allow myself to be happy just being me. With my illness, my flaws and my good points.

Huh easier said than done.
But hey, I’ve plenty of time to figure it out.

It is a wonderful life

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I have recently taken on a new responsibility. The neighbors dog needed a new home. I had been walking him, mainly because I couldn’t stand to see him on a chain all the time.

So we moved him into our yard, Found all of the escape routes and he is now happily able for the first time in his 4 years of life, to wander free.

He used to bark at everything. He was also not very friendly. I was the first person in 2 years that could get near him.

When I took him for walks he could easy dislocate my shoulder. He is a lab/pit bull.

He has a heart of gold. He needed love and attention. A yard to wander and people who would spend time with him.

Now he has us.

The neighborhood is shocked at the change in him. He has been here 2 days and he is a different animal.

I wasn’t sure about a dog. But he won my heart and he is now ours. My husband loves him too. We took him for a long walk tonight after dinner. He never yanked his chain once.

I am often amazed at how an abused,neglected animal can become such a loving and wonderful creature.

I would adopt every pet I could if I had the property. Maybe some day I will start an animal rescue. We worked at one once and I adored every day.

Our new baby is named Bubba Dog. He is 4. He has never been off his chain or out of a kennel. Now he has a yard. A huge garage that will be his dog house for winter, heater and all.

ImageSince we moved to small town USA, life has changed so much.

We are buying the house we are renting. October 1st we sign.

We have plans. We have goals.

I got a free piano and am learning to play again at 43.

I have friends and neighbors I really like.

I enjoy having my Daddy just walk into my house each day to say hi.

I like it here. I have never really liked it anywhere.

 

Oh and I finished my allergy testing. I am allergic to Bananas! WTF???

Anyway, haven’t had one in 2 weeks and feel much better.

 

So life is good in the plains. And they’re only gonna get better.