I wanted to put my face in my hands and just shake my head.

(Sometimes people are so dumb it makes my brain hurt).

Momma and I dropped Greg off at work on Wednesday and wanted to swing by to get us a fountain drink and look at a couple houses. We turned on a side road to cut through to the gas station instead of going down to the stoplight and passed a truck broke down on the side of the road. There was a girl in it, probably around my age, so we stopped and asked her if she needed some help.
She informed us that her grandpa was on his way to tow her truck and that she was just trying to push it into the parking lot up the ways a little so it wouldn't be on the side of the road. She asked if I would help and I said sure. I got out of our car to go to the back of her truck and push it and she fell out of her truck.

And I don't mean she went to step out and lost her footing. I mean she legit- FELL.

I went around the truck to make sure she was ok and that's when I realized that this girl was messed up. And not your "I'm just having a really bad day" kind of messed up, but the "I've consumed too much alcohol and whatever drugs that I'm taking" kind of messed up. And the only thing that kept repeating in my head was when Dyer used to repeat that saying- "She's tore up from the floor up". And I always thought that it was a dumb saying, but now I understand it. It was made for this girl that I was looking at.

I decided to still help her push her truck just a bit and next thing I know, she put that shit in neutral and was standing behind it with me. I asked her- "Who in the hell is steering?" And she answered with something along the lines of- "Bushkujhduqahjbhcebhkwbdujknsj -insert pause- jkhagbdloqjnfjkmfp". So, I asked her when her grandpa was going to be there to get her and the truck and she informed me that she hadn't really called him yet. I asked how he was supposed to know that he was coming to get her then and she didn't have an answer, she just paused for a really long time.

Then two cop cars pulled up behind us. Now, I'm perfectly fine with police officers, I think that there are a few assholes out there (like with all other things in life), but for the most part, I think that they're good people that get the rough end of the stick.

This girl did not share my sentiment.

She turned around and marched to the front of the truck and sat down in it. Which was fairly hilarious considering the fact that she had to hold onto the steering wheel and seat to stay upright. The female officer passed me and went to her and the male officer (who was a massive guy) asked me what was going on. I told him that Momma and I had seen her broke down and stopped to try and help her. He asked- "So, you're not together?" And I said no and he was like- "Got you".

During this the other officer had started asking this girl questions and the first thing out of her mouth was- "I just got out of rehab. I haven't relapsed".

Oh, honey.

She was so dumb at that moment that I actually wanted to take pity on her. I wanted to take her aside and tell her- "Honey, don't you know when you're clearly inebriated on God knows what, you don't say the words rehab or relapse to a police officer? Unless they ask it and your denying, those words should never come up". And I wanted to buy her a cup of coffee. I wanted to do none of this as much as I wanted to smack my forehead and shake my head at her though.

The officer that I had been talking to then looked at me and said- "You can go, thank you for trying to help her, but we've got it from here". I feel like that was code for: "This bitch is going to jail". Which is probably true considering the fact that when we drove back by on our way home, nothing was there. No cops, no cars, no truck and definitely no girl. All Momma and I could do was look at each other and shake our heads.

Bless her heart.

I think you are incorrect about that, Sir.

As most people know, we're looking for a new place to live. While our apartment is alright for the most part, we've had some problems there the last few months (people stealing, throwing their trash everywhere and management being tools) and with Greg deciding to live with us on a more regular basis, we just need a different place.

The hunt has been on for about a month and a half; last Friday we had an appointment to look at a 3BR/1BA in our price range. Aunt Poot and Solae rode with Momma and I, because we were all already hanging out and Greg and his gf came, because they have separation issues that make me want to throw up in my mouth. But I digress.

Uncle Darrell gave me this so I could "handle myself". He said it's appropriate for me, because it's called the "Tennessee Thumper". And yes, that's its real name. Too bad I didn't have it a day sooner.

First, the guy (Landlord-LL) called to push back our appointment by 45 minutes and none of us really thought anything about it, because with it being a Friday evening, people tend to run behind or be all over the place. Then we got there. And oh boy.

Before I tell you about this house let me explain something.

I don't care about cosmetics. Anyone that has seen my car will tell you this. As long as it serves its purpose, it's alright with me. I think that as long as a house is structurally sound, cosmetic work can be easily done as you go. So, this isn't me just "being a dick".

When you walk up to the house the first thing that you notice is that it needs painted. Cosmetic. And then you look to the left side of the house and realize that it has significant water damage. Not so cosmetic. We went into the house, that you have to jump up into, because the step is gone and the smell that hits you is something else. You can literally smell the dry rot. The carpet is gross and if you look to the right, you can notice that the living room window is leaking.

If you're brave enough to go further into the house you can venture into the kitchen that has a hole that runs across the baseboard and is about 7 inches wide, 1 foot long and 6 inches deep. There is no refrigerator or cabinets. The stove? I don't want to talk about the stove. I was trying to be nice, so I looked at the LL, giving him the benefit of the doubt and say- "It looks like you've been doing some work in here" to which he replies- "Yeah, I'm almost done" and before I could stop myself I asked- "Are you sure?"

The LL informed me that there was no A/C, we would have to use window A/C units and it was heated with baseboard heaters. Yay, what I always wanted, baseboard heaters in a house that has water backing into it, because that's not a fire hazard or anything. Then I went to check out the bathroom and it's not just a dirty tub I saw, but the remnants from where the plumbing is clearly backing up into the tub and shows no signs of stopping, unless dealt with. I walked out to check the washer/dryer hook-ups that are in their own little section and sank into the floor. The house sets on a slab. How the hell do you sink into a floor when the house sits on a slab?!!

The bedrooms are questionable and there's something living in the closet of the one that would be deemed "my room". That's great, I always wanted my childhood nightmares to become a reality for me. And there was something on the wall, I'm not sure what it was, but it reminded me of this movie I saw once. It had similar things on the wall and those were entities that ended up eating Ashley Green after it drove her crazy. No thank you.

When all was said and done I asked the LL basic Renter questions. If you could have seen Aunt Poot's face. Wait until you hear his answers.

Me: So, around what do the utilities run? LL: Oh. I don't know.

Me: I see that there are no cabinets in the kitchen, is this something that you're doing on your own? LL: You don't need cabinets.

Me: I know you usually have to provide your own washer/dryer, but will you be supplying a refrigerator, or do I need to buy that as well? LL: Well, you can buy a refrigerator, but when you move you have to leave it in the house.

Me: Are you going to fix the hole in the kitchen wall? LL: No, that will be up to you guys. Me: Oh. So it'll just be taken off of our rent? LL: No. That's just your responsibility.

LL: Also, I'm going to need you to give me $90 for a credit and background check. Me: What if I'm not interested in the house? LL: Well, I still showed it to you.

Me: This carpet? LL: It's brand new! Me: Really?! What in the hell did the old carpet look like?

Me: You know this house has extensive water damage, right? Like, I'm pretty sure if the board of health was called they would quarantine this house and condemn it. LL: And as long as you pay your rent on time, we'll never have to worry about you getting in trouble for that.

Needless to say, he got some strong, opinionated words from me, complete with repeats of- I DON'T THINK THAT MEANS WHAT YOU THINK IT MEANS, SIR!!!!! And we're still looking for a new house to move into. Wish us luck.

Just call me Gimpy.

This past weekend was eventful. And by eventful, I mean, I didn't sleep that much and we were constantly on the go. It just seems like we didn't sit down for more than a couple of minutes at a time.

Uncle Darrell had The Boogie this past Thursday-Sunday morning (he got home early yesterday morning- also, Ashely and Val went too), so we all decided to get together and do a little something fun.

Friday night we all (Momma, Aunt Poot, Greg, Solae and I) went out to supper. We tried a new place called Jaggers, and it was pretty good. Not gonna lie, I put too much dressing on my salad (chicken ceasar.....YUM!!), but it was pretty delicious. Seeing us all get there had to be up there in the hilarious category though, because it was storming like crazy. 

These are the best pictures that I could get of the sky on our way home. The rest of the day, it was raining too much to get any. I know, I tried.

And nothing says eventful, like a thunderstorm (including thunder, lightning and a plethora of heavy downpour rain) and rush hour traffic combined. This weather lately has reminded me of that good ole Tennessee weather that I'm accustomed to. Perhaps, they're trying to bring pieces of me from my old home to my new. I won't argue, I always slept better during thunderstorms anyways. Besides, I miss Tennessee, so anything that reminds me of it is pretty welcomed in my book.

After we were done eating, we took Greg and Solae to Toy'R'Us and then headed home. Momma and I had to take Greg to work and then we went home, got our showers and headed off to bed. You know, before going to pick Greg up at 4:00 am, taking him to Ashley and Val's (he was house sitting), stopping by McDonalds to grab a little breakfast (Once again, YUM!!) and then heading back home.

We eventually got everything around the house done that we wanted to and headed on over to Aunt Poot's. We had all planned to go to the fair Saturday evening, but we found out that it didn't start until last night. Therefore, they all made the plan to go to Rascal's instead. If you've never heard of Rascal's and have no clue what it is, don't feel bad, I didn't either.

But just so you know, it's a place where kids (and adults) go to ride go-karts, play mini golf, play games and eat crap. It's pretty cool. I let Greg and Solae talk me into doing everything with them and on our next to last race Greg hit me and one other girl causing her to crash full speed into me, head on. Don't worry, we were both ok, and I had already kicked his ass all day (and after that), but I've been extremely sore ever since. Whoever says that you can't get hurt while on those things, I have one thing to say to you. LIARS.

On our way to Rascal's we stopped at a gas station and "met" the Blues Brothers. It was pretty damn cool. 

P.s. We all had a lot of fun. I just wish Momma and I had gotten to get into the photobooth. Hopefully, next time!!

Yesterday, we headed over to see Uncle Darrell (he was extremely tired) and Momma and I took Greg to get his haircut, and we had to pick up a few things at Walmart, Solae road with us. After we dropped them back off, we headed home to rest and next thing you know, we were getting a phone call inviting us down to Josh and Sherry's for her youngest sons (impromptu) 16th birthday party. So, we went, because we didn't want to hurt any feelings. And we got home, Greg took a shower, we took him to work, got home, Momma took her shower and I bandaged her foot. Then I took my shower and I went to bed about an hour after her, we went and got Greg at 4 am this morning.

It was a real fun weekend, but I'm extremely tired and sore. I'm not sleeping good, I assume because I can't get comfortable from being so sore.

(Aunt Poot sent the movie- The Longest Ride home with Momma Friday afternoon so we could watch it. She knows about my huge crush on Clint Eastwood and it stars his son. We still haven't watched that damn thing yet. We plan to though!! Eventually.)

Also, I've been watching the show- Burn Notice. You know, to deal with my insane love for Bruce Campbell and I just finished Season One before going to bed last night. What can I say? I like it.

Wish us luck.

Momma has the appointment with her vascular surgeon today to see what has to be done about her foot. It's been two weeks since she went to him the first time and we've followed his treatment regimen as closely as possible. I clean, apply medicine and wrap her toe/foot twice a day and she finished all of her antibiotics. Now, we wait and see.

Her toe looks better to me, but I am no Doctor, so I couldn't tell you what it should look like and be doing by now. I know a little bit about this sort of thing, but not even close to enough to diagnose and let my opinion be the one that we go with. I do however hope that we've done well enough to merit the reward of being told that it's getting better, slowly, but surely.

I'm leaving work around 8:15 - 8:20 this morning to go to her appointment with her. And while I'll be coming back after it's over, I really wanted to go and I'm happy that Dani is going to let me slip out for a couple of hours, so that I can be there.

Momma is nervous and that's perfectly understandable. It's her toe/health that's on this here line. I keep trying to reassure her and tell her that everything is going to be ok. No matter what happens, we'll get through this and do it together. Greg is quite possibly the least helpful when it comes to boosting someones morale, considering he keeps tell Momma that they're going to have to cut off her entire leg. Thanks, Greg. Thanks. I told her that's not an option, they don't just go around cutting off peoples legs, unless there is no other alternative and that it's just her pinky toe, her leg is fine. So, in a few hours we will know the next step. Wish us luck.

Update:

Ok, so I just got back from the Doctor with Momma (and Aunt Poot). The good news is there's no infection and it seems to be healing well. That's so good to hear!! We went to her Vascular Surgeon and he says the pressure, circulation and all of that is great in her foot and to her toe.

However, he said that he's not a foot doctor (Podiatrist), so he is sending her to one that he feels would be great and they can monitor this together. The options are: They can let the toe keep healing on its own to see if it will rejuvenate itself, but it will take longer to heal and with that comes the risk of complications. The other option is to remove a piece of the toe and close it up, that eliminates most of the risk of infection.

Luckily, he says that the toe is not going to effect the rest of her foot, so that's not a concern. (Sweet!) He told us these options, but also said that he's sending her to an actual Podiatrist, because since everything is so good with the toe, they might decide that they want to go with the course of action that just let's the toe heal with the time it needs. Either way though, she has to have her foot monitored because of the- charcot foot.

And that's all we know for now. We don't know what the next step is going to be, but like all things, we'll take it together.

The women in my family like alcohol.

As everyone knows, this past weekend was Independence Day. And while not everybody knows, some people that read along with my life (Sorry I'm not more interesting) know that I had a three day weekend last week. (Friday, Saturday and Sunday). It was very busy and not at all busy at the same time. I know that makes absolutely no sense. You're probably thinking- "No hussie, it either was or wasn't busy". But let me explain.

It was busy, we were constantly doing something, but we didn't feel rushed and we just had fun with it. We made a crap ton of food and by the time Josh's cookout rolled around, there was enough food for us and the neighbors. And to go along with all of this food, there was alcohol.

Now, don't take this a bad way, but we have some pretty substantial alcoholics in our family and a few borderline. Give us a case, we'll give you a hug.....after we drink the case. We should put that motto on our family crest. We should also get a family crest. Minor detail.

Before we began cooking and the whole family got there, Sherry cracked open a bottle of wine. It was delicious. And then another bottle. And then she made Josh go down the road to the liquor store and buy more. 4.5 bottles between Sherry, Momma, Aunt Poot and I later we were feeling pretty good. Momma only had a couple sips of her glass before Poot finished it off quick, fast and in a hurry. Momma doesn't really drink, because of her medicine. And Aunt Poot usually doesn't drink, but she was feeling it pretty good and drank her fair share that day.

Then Shantel, Uncle Robbie and Aunt Winnie showed up and we commenced to opening the bottle of Crown (to make Water Moccasins). And then we ran out of that bottle and Shantel got another. We went through half of that and Poot and I called it in. Her, because she surpassed being drunk long ago and me, because I didn't want to be "that" drunk. And you know what I mean when I say be "that" drunk.

Before we went down to the lot for fireworks, Momma, Poot and I ran home to let the Tayderbug out to potty and somehow got shanghai'd into taking Zeus with us. While I was taking Tayder out, Zeus jumped onto Poot's stomach and she had to swallow her own puke. We're very ladylike in this family.

Then we all went down to the lot for fireworks. We were just all talking and having a good time, watching the festivities. Remember when I said that we all stopped drinking long ago? Shantel did not follow our lead. She proceeded to get that ridiculous kind of drunk, fight with her friend and start screaming and crying like someone was making her watch Old Yeller. Fun times. We all just ignored her and went about our merry way. We're not mean, we just don't like to deal with that crap.

All in all, we all had a great time and it was a fun three day weekend. But it's not about a three day weekend. It's about celebrating our Independence as a Nation. So, not just on Independence Day, not just on Veterans Day, or Memorial Day, but every single day- Thank a Soldier. It's because of them that we get to do the things we do and live the way that we live. With freedom.  

I went to see my "lady" doctor.

(This gown has a way of making you feel very unsexy).

Can I say how happy I am about the fact that after today I'm off for three days? I'm really happy about it. Like, REALLY happy. Seriously, it makes me so happy that I might break out into dance. Just putting that one out there.

Moving on.

I went to see my "lady" Doctor a week ago. Like all other women, I don't particularly like going, but know that it's very important. It's not so bad, because I actually really like my Doctor. She's nice, listens to what you have to say and is on top of her shit. I've had many issues the past few years when it comes all of that and she has been beyond helpful. I'm getting better a little bit at a time.

She decided to put me on one more medicine (I'm already taking Metformin for my insulin resistance, Beyaz for my hormones and vitamins) to try and knock the rest of my hormones back into their rightful place. The medicine is called- Spironolactone.

What is Spironolactone: It's a potassium-sparing diuretic (water pill) that prevents your body from absorbing too much salt and keeps your potassium levels from getting too low. It is used to diagnose or treat a condition in which you have too much aldosterone in your body. (Aldosterone is a hormone produced by your adrenal glands to help regulate the salt and water balance in your body). It also treats fluid retention (edema) in people with congestive heart failure, cirrhosis of the liver, or a kidney disorder called nephrotic syndrome. This medication is also used to treat or prevent hypokalemia (low potassium levels in the blood). It may also be used for purposes not listed in this medication guide.

It also has a list of side effects that are a mile long, but I'm not going to list those, because no one wants to read all of that. Including me.

So far, I feel pretty good. I'm tired, but I'm always fairly tired, because of all the other meds. I feel a lot better just because I know that I'm doing better. I'm not as scared. I'm convinced that fear is a horrible sick inducing feeling. I'm still a nervous wreck, but that has nothing to do with any of my "female" problems anymore. I just have a nervous disposition. It happens. Other than that, it's all good. I got this.

(P.s.) I've decided I want to get another tattoo. It just popped into my head randomly. Got to love random ideas. I mean, I want the one on my foot redone SUPER bad, but I have an idea for another one. Someone want to help me randomly fall into a butt load of money?!!