Time To Get Off My Ass

I have been lazy the last few weeks. I just have not felt like posting anything.

It has been a busy couple of weeks. Two weeks ago, hubby's sister calls me up and asks for hubby. He went to go get bagels and was not home. Sis-in-law (SIL) had been pretty sick the week before and today she thought she needed to go to the hospital as when she woke up she had this HUGE lump in the middle of her chest. It was about the size of a softball (I am not kidding) and sat right in the middle of her breastbone. I call hubby and tell him to forget the bagels and go over there. He spends the next 9 1/2 hrs with her at two hospitals before he gets home. Turns out that she has some sort of infection and when it settled in her body it attached itself to the wires in her chest from her open heart surgery 4 years ago. She spent over a week in the hospital before they decided to lance it so it could drain. She came home the following Saturday. Hubby went to pick her up and take her home.

She lives alone and has three dogs. Two basset hounds and a golden retriever/lab mix. Other brother, T, was going over there every day to take the dogs out and stuff. The next day, she calls hubby up and says that she cannot take care of the dogs, will he take them to the humane society so she can surrender them. Hubby convinces her not to give them up just yet. We have three dogs so we really cannot take another one. We end up taking one of the dogs to my parents, who had recently had their dog die. T also has a dog and two young kids. so he took the other dog. The last dog stayed home with SIL. Well, by Tuesday, SIL, calls up and says that she is back in the hospital, she has kidney stones. Just fucking great. Hubby has been going up to the hospital every nite and was tired of not getting home and eating dinner until 8pm. Thursday, SIL comes home. She calls hubby at 6pm to pick her up. I was just starting dinner. He is pissed. Other brother, T, was off that day from work and had called her 4 times to find out when she was getting out so he could pick her up. I swear that she does that to him just to push his buttons.

During this time, my dad was in the hospital for a few days as well. He has struggled his whole life with alcoholism and fell off the wagon. He is doing much better not and is back in a rehab program.

To make things even more exciting, my mom, who when she was about nine was punched in the stomach by one of my uncles. It was not until years later did they find out that when that happened it was not her stomach but her diaphragm that was hit and part of it has been paralyzed (kinda nerve dead) ever since. She always had problems breathing but had attributed that to years of smoking. Now what is happening is that her stomach is moving up to where her diaphragm should be and is pressing against her heart. So when she eats anything she gets this really uncomfortable feeling. The doctor said that potentially if she eats too much at once it could put enough pressure on her heart to cause a heart attack. She has been going in for a bunch of test and should find out in the next few days when they will be doing surgery on it to move everything back to where it should be.

My cousin, who I have written about in the last few weeks, is also not doing very well. They think that if he does the chemo and radiation, that his heart will not be strong enough to take it. He said that he is not giving up but is starting to prepare for the worst. Getting his affairs in order and such. My aunt (his mom) has lived with them for many years and my cousin's wife said that she could stay with them as long as she wanted to or needed to. That she was always welcome to live with her. That was really great thing.

On Friday, we went to a neighborhood, wine tasting party. Every couple brought a bottle of wine, wrapped up so you could not see the bottle. We then sampled and rated each bottle. The highest and lowest rated bottles got a prize. We had the lowest rated one. It was a bottle we had gotten as a gift a couple of years ago. It was a Merlot that was BAD!! There were a couple of really good ones. The best part was the 'wine trivia'. We took turns answering questions. One neighbor, Sue (who by this time had 2 glasses of wine), was trying to say the word vineyards. She said it like vine (rhymes with line) yards. Not vin (rhymes with tin). Then about 10 minutes later, Jim, was having problems with the word acidic. It came out sounding like ass-a-dick. By the end of the nite everyone was pretty drunk. I don't think I have ever heard Kevin talk that much. It was a great time and are looking for do this again in a month or so. We are lucky to have some really great neighbors who like to party. The best part is that it was only two houses away. Easy walk home!

Well, enough to talk about for today. I will try to be more diligent about writing more often. I am surprised that anyone even bothers to check back on my site to see if I am still alive.

Have a good week, everyone!

ZOBMONDO!!

Would you rather...

Have a bird that says "Fuck you" every time someone walks into the room

----OR----

have a dog that humps all of your guests' legs?

hmmmm.... I have a parrot and we have been very careful to make sure that he does not know any swear words. He does like to call people dorks and whistle the Jeopardy theme. Hubby did teach him to make farting noises...but no swear words. The dogs are all males but do not hump anyone's legs. They do go after each other alot tho'... is that the same thing?