Finally, back today. As I sit here and think things are finally settling down, I look around wearily for the wicked lightening strike which I just know is coming, but eh, will deal with it, if it hits because guess what, lifes a bitch and I will make it mine till it wins. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

So I will start right off with July and August were a little rough, as I mentioned previously I have lung issues (but we wont rehash all that) So I am listed with the Power Company on some useless piece of paper “life support” bhaha” to which I have found out it does Not matter if you pay your bill in full every month, if there are outages, or maintenance I am just screwed. πŸ˜…πŸ˜Šβ˜Ή , Six count them in one month my power went out and to no avail could I get anyone but Family and Lung Specialist to understand the severity of this (btw, not complaining just explaining where I have been) 😊

Electric
Me, waiting for power πŸ˜‚

Moving right along, hoping this isnt all screwed up since I have lost a section of writing. So while trying to get better, I had a conversation with hubby that we have had a few times over the past 10 or so years. And I believe I mentioned before, that I was adopted. Now let me say, I love and adore my adoptive parents, could not have asked for better. But there have always been questions, that just havent been answered (and all but 1 sibling) well…..I will leave that there….Not that I am worried that they will ever see this or it would hurt their feelings, if they ever had a desire to find out what or who I am, they would know everything I say to be the truth. Back to hubby and convo,

Me: I said think I am going to do a DNA test Him: sure Me: ok, really this time Him: great. So with that I jumped on the site and bought the kit, it shipped, (actually 2 shipped) it got here, within a hour I had the test in the box and ready to ship back out, on hubbys way to work I asked if he would drop in mailbox, and I told him what this was. Still only, good was the response. Now, I have to switch the subject up one more time, hubby and I rarely have our own arguements or fights, I am being serious, this is the first relationship I have been in that is awesome, Except and there it is: he has family, they always have the ideal timing to try to insert themselves as a wedge, but Hubby back, and being somewhat supportive when needed. πŸ˜…πŸ˜… Cause the results came back a week and a 1/2 ago, and it sucked feeling like my best friend (even though a man, and its football season-I shoulda planned this betterπŸ˜‚πŸ˜Š) he is here.

I am going to end this here for now, but i promise there will be more, and it will be good. Today though, I have to get ready for the big game Ohio State Buckeyes Football!!! Good food, beer, game, and I have to catch up on all the blogs I have been missing (my apologies you know who you are πŸ˜‰)

Coffeetime with the GodMother: The small town bureaucrats at again,

I get so pissed off when I constantly see this own pull the unbelievable crap they pull. I know it can not be just this small town but I am so sickened. Let me back up, I have gotten pulled over in my younger days, I assume as everyone has at some point or another. Of course you have your good cops and bad cops, good lawyers bad lawyers, you know where this is going. Anyway, I am finally at the point in my life I just refuse to take anymore bullshit from anyone. Including those who are wrong whom might think they hold some authority. OMG, please wake up people I have been through more abuse then you could ever offer.

I was raised with backstabbing nightmare of a sister lets just say I have had better girlfriends. I had an older brother until he married a girl who was under age, very immature and came with a whole set of fucked up issues and insecurities that after so many years I just refused to be a part of any longer. Then finally found Mr. Right only to find out, most of his family, well shake my head. Later discussion. Anyways could someone please explain why it is better to jail or prison someone …..then the Correct someone? What is up with you are guilty till you prove your innocence, and God help you if you cant afford a high priced lawyer!?!

Anyway, I have a brother (well a few) and he is going thru some crap with his ex. I dont understand why people need to be so hateful. I mean if you dont want to be with someone fine. He left the house, car, everything pretty much, and that wasnt enough she wanted him miserable and buried. Leaving him in a desert, anyways my rant: treat people like you wish to be treated because Karma is a mutha!

This is an older post I didnt realize didnt go out so i added and finished. Also realized i have 2 blogs going which is getting difficult so probably better figure out which one to stick with, and stop the other.

Quiet morning, sitting here with coffee (of course) not sure where to start.

I have read a few others and everyone seems to be Authors and writers, not I though, I am just simple old woman who chose this time in her life to start writing out the rest of and past of my life.

I am not sure why I chose this time in my life to start this, perhaps time. Timing can be everything when you know there isnt that much time left. I have repeatedly been told if I had no luck I would be better off then the bad that seems to follow. However, in one way things are good I finally have an amazing husband, and some days I wonder how I finally was blessed with him because he makes life so much more torerable, fun, exciting.

πŸ’–πŸ’–The Godfather πŸ’–πŸ’–

We also have Tank, a beautiful chow chow. He is the most precious dog anyone could ask for. He is a story for another day.

πŸ’–πŸ’– Tank πŸ’–πŸ’–

I will explain how I became the Godmother- hubby we met about 11 years ago, he is the Godfather in a huge gaming society. Even though we lived together and got married, I did not just become the Godmother by proxy, I had to earn that shit! We have hundreds and hundreds who have joined our “family” of RIPGHOSTWEAPONS, but that is the difference with us, we are a family not just a group in a gaming society. I try to get to know all. We have visited many in real life. We have tried to help were needed or where we can . There have been personal issues and we are there for each other. Anyways, thats where my Godmother title comes in. The grumpy well, I dont usually have alot to say, but I can be outspoken, and well you will see, I think alot of times people mistake my niceness.

More to come, have a good day.

The GodMother⚘

Coffeetime: So catch up time with The Grumpy Godmother:

Like I said in the beginning I do not always feel the best. I have COPD, all I will say on this is “dont smoke” Yeah I know your rolling eyes. I did also. I will fill you in later on how Dad used to try to work on me, if anyone is interested. Hell if nothing else maybe this is my diary for my kids for later and no one else is reading this boring shit. Haha. Todays conversation is about the transformer that blew about two weeks ago. The power was off for atleast 7 hours, now this doesnt seem like a big deal to most. And back in the day, I wouldnt have minded it so much. But 7 hours of no air circulating, by fan or a/c= OH MY FUCKING STARS! That was just enough time to knock my lungs into a frenzy.

But Moving right along, my Mom and I talk atleast once a week if not more. I would love to call her daily but well I hate the phone. I send her cards, gifts, she absolutely knows she is the best friend I have ever had. Which I dont say lightly. She is an awesome woman, that everyone (not kidding, everyone) who meets her just loves her! Moving along, I will get more on Mom & Dad later…😊

Back to phone conversation

Ring, ring,

Me: same old, same old, but good, How was yours?

Mom: hi honey how was your week?

Mom: Well I hate to tell you but Mr. K passed. When I know more details I will let you know.

Me: aww he was so sweet, yes please do, thank you. We reminisced about good times, then talked about family updates, latest movies, and said we would talk later in the week.

So a couple days go by lungs still in bad shape but fighting hubby adament I am NOT running to the hospital. Then we talk to hubbies cousin and find out his wife passed. Few more days go by and there is one more death. Myself and a family member are not speaking at the moment (her fault), finally I am back. And wondering wtf is going on people need to stop passing and or ticking me off, I dont own this many dresses a ( I’m an ex trucker). With little to no dresses and No patience for bullshit.

So the family member, like I said the power went out because of the Transformer. To give you a visual there are 6000 people in this town and 4500 were without power. Numbers arent perfect (just trying for you to get the picture) so we talk to this person about a week and a half after the power outage. Now it went out around 3pm and hubby was sleeping cause he works overnights, what life we had in cell phone I was using ONLY FOR EMERGENCIES AND POWER Company to find out when power might be restored. The power company kept giving 2 to 2-1/2 hour predictions that it would be back on, finally around 9:30pm I called power company and said look here is my delemma I cant breath and I need to know if I should keep hubby home from work, I need an honest answer, because I knew if it wasnt going to be on by midnight I had to go to the hospital, back to the phone call with the family member so she reams us on why didnt we call her!?! What? Why? The town was without power and you only live a few streets away, we figured yours was out also. Nope, never lost power at her house she replies. But literally 20 minutes layed into us like we were 10 year olds, … ok, I let that shit go…. but the next day we called her cell, her husbands cell, their house landline, I even messengered to let them know that the Cousins wife passed, could we get a call back…or a simple response…..fuck no…..so all I have to say is what the fuck! That would have been a great help if we needed her, thank God we werent stuck on the side of the road somewhere.

More later.

Godmother πŸ˜‰

Quiet morning, sitting here with coffee (of course) not sure where to start. I have read a few others and everyone seems to be the Author of a book. Not me, I am a simple old woman.

I am not sure why I chose this time in my life to start this, perhaps time. Timing can be everything when you know there isnt that much time left. I have repeatedly been told if I had no luck I would be better off then the bad that seems to follow. However, in one way things are good I finally have an amazing husband, and some days I wonder how I finally was blessed with him because he makes life so much more torerable, fun, exciting.

We also have Tank, a beautiful chow chow. He is the most precious dog anyone could ask for. He is a story for another day. I will explain how I became the Godmother- hubby we met about 11 years ago, he is the Godfather in a huge gaming society. Even though we lived together and got married, I did not just become the Godmother by proxy, I had to earn that shit! We have hundreds and hundreds who have joined our “family” of RIPGHOSTWEAPONS, but that is the difference with us, we are a family not just a group in a gaming society. I try to get to know all. We have visited many in real life. We have tried to help were needed. There have been personal issues and we are there for each other. Anyways, thats where my Godmother title comes in. The grumpy well, I dont usually have alot to say, but I can be outspoken, if that makes sense.

So that is alittle back story on me, hope you enjoyed. More to come.