VO and Sprite. It's not just for breakfast anymore!

Yeah.  That was my dinner tonight. 
About being married to Jesus.  One day Hunter and I were having a fight talk and he made a comment, "What.....do you need to put your hand in my side?"  I got hysterical.  I don't do that but I am telling you....I starting yelling that he wasn't Jesus and that I wouldn't worship him and on and on.  I can't how disturbed I was.  And it was a crazy immediate feeling.  WOW!  He later explained that it was just a figure of speech and that I was over reacting.  Um.....how should a person react to that?
The week before I thought I was a hooker but then I realized that hookers get paid, right?  How much does a blow-job go for these days?  And another thing.  Why is it called a blow job when it actually sucking?  Well unless there is ice involved.
And a week later I thought I was a farmer.  Yard work...which I actually enjoy. 

My son in law got me that smart phone.  A Samsung Galaxy S III.  I have been playing Candy Crush.  I never could get it hooked up to my WIFI at home.  I finally got the neighbor to do it.  And even though he is extremely tech savvy....after he gave up he tried one more thing.  And YAY!  It worked.  I am too excited.  I bet my son-in-law is too cuz I was using up all the data.

Hunter had his cardio-conversion Monday.  They found out he had A Fib and so this procedure was scheduled.  But because his Coumadin level was 1.8 or whatever after 5 weeks of being at 2.5....they had to do a camera/scope thingie to check for blood clots.  It didn't work.  They upped the joules and did it a 2nd time.  Upped the joules one more time and that was as high as it goes.  Still didn't work but then a bit later.....it started beating in the right rhythm.

So.  A Hooker, Mrs. Jesus and a Farmer.  A women wears a lot of different hats doesn't she?

Post Christmas Post.

I would sooooo love to be able to make up something wonderful.  But alas, that is not my thing.  I am far better at complaining and being all hurt and stuff. 
At least I got the most awesome gif.....er wait, I didn't get anything.  Actually, I got the baby Jesus and there is no better gift.
And the Christmas we had when I was at my son's in Nov/Dec truly was wonderful. 
Christmas eve at Chuck's "cousins" was so much fun.  But in my mind-not reality-I feel like I don't belong.  I feel like Chuck and I are intruding on that families Christmas.  They had their house remodeled and it is beautiful.  It was beautiful before.  My house is about as far from being a home as you can get.  The cousin that hosted the evening is married to her one and only husband and they are so close to their 2 daughters who are in their late 20's.  I long to be adopted by them.  It's always fun and laughter.  I mean, the family that drinks together stays together, right?  And I don't mean that in a bad way.  They are all healthy and happy and active.
So, I couldn't use my kitchen for the past three days.  I had intended to make my mom's Turkey Tetrazzini  that is to die for yesterday.  Chuck knew this.  Instead, he made shrimp and a friend he invited over for Christmas dinner brought beef tips that he had grilled.  They were soooo good!  And God bless Chuck that he invited George.  While he is always sloshed-well beyond that actually-he is the best guy!  Then another guy from down the street brought over a pizza that he had made on his grill.  Just dropped it off and went back home to his company.
So today I was starting to prepare the tetrazzini and all of a sudden he is in there making oysters.  "You don't need the oven do you?"  Really? 
Tomorrow I am making it and also the lasagna.  I don't care if he eats it or not.  And if/when he shoves me out of the way with a proprietary "S'cuse me," I will be shoving back hard. 
I woke up with my immediate panic/anxiety of having to start another day.  There's no reason for this and the feeling goes away as soon as I actually get out of bed.  I felt good for a change and had alot of things I wanted to do - I'm talking household chores.  Didn't take long before the orders, suggestions, etc. started coming.  I instantly feel defeated.  I told him the things I was planning to accomplish and somehow it turned into him telling me to re-read the marriage papers.  WTF!  I didn't even know how to respond to that.  Like is he talking about OBEY?  I took 2 Xanax and began my day.
So.....we sent Dawn, her husband and kids cards with $50 cash in them.  Immediately Nathan texted me a thank-you.  Dawn is almost 39.  Jer is almost 39.  Cain will be 18 in April.  Nate just turned 16.  Meadow will be 13.  I wrote special notes to them also.  I asked Dawn if the kids got theirs.  She did said she didn't know.  And had I not texted Merry Christmas to Dawn, I don't think she would have thanked me.
God Bless Nathan.  He is thoughtful and caring.  He-like me-is the middlechild.  We are the peacemakers.
Don't think I have nothing left to complain about.  Stay tuned.  You know something will come up.


Hope you all had a Christmas full of family and fun.  alcohol