I’m sorry. Why do I always feel the need to apologize when I do bullet posts. Well, I guess you’ll find out. The next time I see a man describe himself as “babysitting” when he is taking care of his own child or children, I think I’m gonna lose it. I am so depressed about John’s health, or lack thereof, that I find it hard to think of anything else.  We know that he will have been out of work for three months at the first of the new year.  That’s the... Read Full Story

Today John had an appointment with his general practitioner.  He went totally prepared with a list of things to talk to him about. Cough- STILL.  All the freakin’ time. Sinus drainage that just. won’t. stop. Bottoms of feet burning-(Apparently this is a diabetes thing that we are just becoming acquainted with.) Swings in blood sugar levels Still off of Lisinopril and blood pressure remains low. (Yea!) Xanax is doing absolutely nothing and want off of it. Depression. ... Read Full Story

So Lisa and I were shopping for new furniture for her because she knows there is nothing I like to do more than spend her money.  Her husband is a bit of a… dick when it comes to doing things like this with her and I am happy to step up.  Fun, fun, fun.  She doesn’t know it but I have been sneaking into her house and slowly destroying the couch and chairs that we went out and purchased YEEEEEEEARS ago so that we could do this again. Boredom is a dangerous thing for me. There have ... Read Full Story

Last night Keelan decided she was going to sleep downstairs on the rug in the living room. No one knows why and this is good with us. So she is lying there reading on the rug that was vacuumed two days ago and she announces that she is going to vacuum it if she is going to sleep down here. I certainly am not going to complain. So she goes to the broom closet that doubles as a coat closet in the foyer, (Have I ever mentioned that my house was designed by a man?), and stands there for a minute ... Read Full Story

Hello, people!  It is a GORGEOUS day here in HalfAsstic land!  The sun is shining bright and the breeze is light with a perfect robin’s egg blue sky.  The flags have been put out on our street for Veteran’s Day, tomorrow and it is also Kessa’s birthday!  The girl is now 20 years old… or as The Boyfriend says, “in her terrible two’s”. Heh! She made quite a haul with all the loot she got.  She liked everything I got for her except one sleep-shirt that h... Read Full Story

All right.  Here I am, good as my word.  I’ve been thinking a lot about how to explain how things were after the head injury I had at 15.  I really can’t come close. Suffice it to say I was a fun loving, popular teenager that had tons of friends and a happin’ social agenda.  I was voted Miss Favorite by my 8th grade class and was a maid on homecoming court my freshman year a couple of months before this whole thing happened.  I was extremely active with all my friends and ha... Read Full Story

A couple of weeks ago I got a look up on facebook.  Someone from my looooong ago past popped up in my email and said, “Hi, Krissa!”  She, apparently, was a dear friend long ago when I was a teeny teenager.  I don’t remember. See, there’s quite a good chunk of my childhood that I don’t remember, and I have a good reason for it.  I was in a really bad auto accident a couple of weeks before I turned 15 and I suffered a head injury that was quite a doozie.   (Spell c... Read Full Story

Hi, people!  How is every little thing?  That was completely rhetorical. Please refrain from answering aloud. Although I am always interested in communicating with you all via conventional methods. It is late at night and John and I took a late nap today and totally screwed up our sleep schedules.  He is sitting in the riff raff room downloading some music and at the moment playing Wooly Bully obnoxiously loud. I am sitting at the dining room table, or as we have come to know it around here, ... Read Full Story

I don’t know if I ever mentioned it on my soggy bloggy or not, but the last time I was visiting Mither and Pop, my glasses got broken. And I mean in a big way. Note the photographic evidence: They are missing both lenses.  And have been run over, literally. Anyway, so all I have is this one pitiful little pair of reading glasses that are, (used to be), the right prescription for me to read with, and that’s it.  No more seeing distance or medium range for me, it’s way over r... Read Full Story

OK, last night I had a duzie of a dream.  So bizarre it’s reset the standards.  Well, mine anyway. First of all there was this really large rocky…pond in the middle of this area and a beautiful, high dollar ultra modern house on the east side.  Yes, I can tell direction, even in my dreams… just one of the many joys of being me… I was on the south side of it and there was a rotund man, that I was doing surveillance of, getting in a truck on the west side, opposite the h... Read Full Story