Once again, I think karma has bitten me in the ass. On November 27, my husband said he didn’t feel good and was having terrible abdominal pains and said the most shocking statement ever–I’m not going deer hunting today because I don’t feel good. I should known right then and there that he needed to go to the hospital and did suggest it but him being the way he is, it takes a lot to get him near a doctor or *gasp* an emergency room.

Twelve hours after he said he wasn’t going hunting he FINALLY decided he should go to the ER (duh).

We got there, the doctor came in and 3 hours later, my husband was in emergency exploratory surgery. A CAT scan showed that his problem was a ruptured appendix BUT he has his appendix out 5 years ago. The surgeon said it was “possible” that there was some of the appendix left from 5 years ago and that it ruptured but it was not very likely.

Well, my husband likes to be an odd ball because sure enough, that was the problem!

He spent 9 days in the hospital and will be off work 6 weeks total. His time in the hospital was very difficult for him, he had a lot of complications from surgery and pain meds.

He is home now, very depressed but healing slowly.

Why do I think this has to do with karma? This all came as I was questioning to myself why the hell he and I are even together and thinking we shouldn’t be. Seems I had to be shown that there is a reason and that we belong together though I would have preferred a gentler reminder.

Thanksgiving came and went with me not going to the in-laws. My husband wend; however, I didn’t because I would have to punch my bitch sister-in-law in the face.

The in-laws are at it AGAIN!

Yes, my husband’s family who I am going to rename the Hatfields and McCoys.

As a joke, Mr. Hatfield painted the disliked tractor symbol of the McCoys on one of the screens of the McCoys house while he was there doing some other work.

Yes….this is all over something as stupid as I like IH and you like John Deere.

Well, Mrs. McCoy took major exception to this joke and threw an all out holy ripping fit making a complete ass out of herself.

Mr. Hatfield took major exception to the holy ripping fit and told Mr. McCoy I’m not coming to help you at your farm for free any more until your wife apologizes for her holy ripping fit.

Mr. McCoy, having had no balls since marrying his Mrs. and allowing her to keep them in her back pocket, of course said nothing to the Mrs. and the feud is on.

Of course I get dragged into it. Do I think Mrs. McCoy should have thrown such a fit? No? Do I think Mrs. McCoy blew the whole thing out of proportion, yes.

Do I think Mr. Hatfield should have done this in the first place, no. Do I think it was a bad idea since he was working for his employer at the time, yes.

Well, today I face-to-face confronted by Mrs. McCoy saying she “heard” (from the mother-in-law no doubt) that I agree with Mr. Hatfield that she should apologize. I face-to-face answered her that I see it both ways and I think they both should apologize.

Needless to say, I’m now on Mrs. McCoy’s shit list too. She said that’s not going to fucking happen, slammed the door and tromped off.

These 40-something people really need to grow the fuck up.

YEAH–like that will happen.

I have been flat out with my back since I posted last about falling. I have been to the doctor and chiropractor multiple times. I have had cortisone injections in my back, multiple adjustments to my back and pelvis, and now have morphine pills to try to cope with the pain.

Needless to say I’ve been in hell with this.

Knock on wood or any other suitable ward against evil you choose, it has been starting to get better the last 2 or 3 days.

It’s been over a month of this hell!

I need to stop falling down

I have learned again (again) that I do not bounce! Yesterday I fell down–TWICE! The first time I fell and banged my knee on the culvert pipe I fell over. The second time, I fell getting ON the lawnmower again. That’s twice I’ve done that this summer and 3 falls altogether though my husband says he thinks I fell 2 other times too. He says if I can’t remember how many times I have fallen down it’s too damned many.

Today I am in a lot of pain–I have a bad knee anyway and falling on it is not a good thing let alone doing it twice in one day!

The only good news to come out of this is that after falling getting on the mower, I immediately threw away the shoes I was wearing because they are what caused me to fall both time. My husband hated those shoes and has wanted me to get rid of them for a long time–they’re gone now.

The bad news is that I’m in pain and I’m sure by tomorrow I will have many funky bruises to go with the soreness.

This young girl–maybe 10–if that, was in line at Wal-Mart with her parents and she was holding tightly to a brand new Trac Phone.

When it was her turn in line, her mom gave the cashier the phone and activation card and the little girl was standing there with her coin purse counting out her money. After they paid, the mom handed the excited girl the bag and says DO YOU FEEL RESPONSIBLE?! Just then I noticed the woman was chewing a huge wad of gum with her mouth open as she was saying DO YOU FEEL RESPONSIBLE?! My immediate thought was let’s hope she learns about being “responsible” from someone other than you cud chewer!

Why is it that people insist on chewing gum with their mouth hanging open?! Have they no manners? Did their parents teach them nothing as children?

No only is it disgusting but it’s just plain RUDE!

CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP–KEEP IT TO YOURSELF!!

First off, I haven’t died.

Things have been weird for me. My mom passed away on July 3rd and I though I have certainly felt like bitching I just haven’t.

Enough of that though–it’s time to bitch again!

Once again I have a situation where someone was really nice to me–friendly, accommodating, the works…..UNTIL they got what they wanted and then it’s the cold shoulder again.

No it’s not about sex you pervs!

I’ve had this type of thing happen before where someone is nice and tells you what you want to hear like they are going to do you a favor and then once your homage to them is complete you’re left swinging in the wind.

I hate when this happens, it makes me feel like I need to bathe.

Out here in the boondocks, we do not have humane societies. The nearest is 60 miles away.

With that being said, the lack of a humane society shouldn’t mean that people who no longer want a pet should feel free to dump it either. It’s so wrong on so many levels I can’t even begin to explain them all!

Recently I picked up a dog that was standing the highway waiting to get hit by the next vehicle that came around the blind corner.

He had no collar and I could tell that he had been dumped. You just know by the look on their face that they are just waiting for their owner to come and get them and end the joke of leaving them behind.

I tried in vain to find the owner, even taking him to the vet to see if he had a microchip but of course there was none. I called the authorities and reported finding him, called anyone who lived nearby where I picked him up all to no avail.

Of course, I am a bleeding heart and have never met a dog I didn’t like (ok, 1 or 2) so I kept him.

What saddens me most is that he is a wonderful, young, loving, well-trained dog. He’s house trained, has been trained not get on the furniture, you name it. He’s a dog anyone should want to have and has obviously been very loved.

Whoever chose to dump him should be shot! As nice and well trained as he is, it should have been no problem to find him a good home by putting an ad in the paper rather than dump him.

I just don’t get the mentality of people who do these types of things but am realizing more and more that I am the exception, not the rule.

Of course everything that glitters isn’t gold. I took the dog to the vet and got him his rabies shot, heart worm test, health exam, the works. I found out that he has heart worm disease. It is treatable but costs about $300 to do it.

To me, this is part of pet ownership. First off, he should have been on a heart worm preventative and then he wouldn’t have gotten heart worm but that’s beside the point. If the morons who dumped him did so because of the heart worm, there again, they should be shot.

As soon as I saw this dog standing tin the road, I fell in love with his big droopy face.

I have spent the $300 to get him treated for the heart worm disease and though we are still in the post-treatment phase and he “could” have complications from it, it is something that I have no problem doing.

Can I afford $300? HELL NO. But as a dog lover and responsible pet owner, I’m more than happy to do this for this wonderful boy who is now an integral part of my family.

If people have an animal that they don’t want, the VERY LEAST they could do is make the 60 mile drive to the nearest humane society and give the animal a chance at a new life in a loving home instead of dumping it along the roadside where it could be hit, get lost, get attacked by wild animals, or any of 10 other rotten things.

Stupid selfish animal dumpers!

Most likely, I’ll end up going.