Friday’s Funnies – Stupid Men Edition – Sorry Guys! (A Repost)

This is a repost from last Friday’s glitchy mess. I still don’t know what happened!! Anyway, if you commented last week, no need to comment again…unless you want to.

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Have you ever wondered why women live longer than men? Aside from the occasional cast iron skill upside the head or suffocation by pillow, some men could very easily cause their own demise. I do give them credit for creativity, though! In honor of that creativity, I’ve collected photos of men doing what I hope wasn’t their last hoorah, if you know what I mean!

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Some are quite cringe-worthy, yes? I mean, really? So many accidents waiting to happen! Now we know why women live longer than men! Hahaha!

I hope you all have an enjoyable weekend with some nice Fall weather! Yay! Fall! I love sweater weather!!

Aunt Debbie

The Ex-Files – A Frugal Meal & No Cast-Iron Skillet!

I’ve always been good about stretching the dollar. When times got tough, I got tougher! (My kids grew up telling me I was cheap but I prefer the word frugal.) I knew how to get as many meals out of $40 as I possibly could, which is about all we seemed to have each payday when my kids were small. In fact, that $40 had to stretch for 2 weeks! Sometimes, after bills were paid, that’s all we had. Having 2 kids, I had to make sure I had food in the house even if it meant a bill didn’t get paid. That’s just how it was. I’m not going to make a $40 credit card payment (that belonged to CP) if we had no food. I had to feed my kids!

Food on my grocery list included milk and cereal, hot dogs, bread, peanut butter, ramen noodles, sliced cheese, chicken, and anything on sale. Back then our grocery store usually had chicken quarters for .29 cents a pound and they were packaged in 10-pound bags. That was a good deal! Sometimes they had beef on sale that couldn’t be passed up. I knew how to stretch a dollar so we could all eat!

One weekend, my Dad was coming down for a visit. He worked in San Fransisco at the time and he liked to come see his grandkids when he was off. He would be there about dinner time but all I had in the house was rice, 3 thin steaks, and frozen broccoli. I made a big bowl of seasoned rice, with thin-sliced steak strips and broccoli. It was the only way to stretch the steaks for 5 people. It was like stir-fry but not as good. There was more than enough for everyone, including CP, and he was a huge PIG.

We sat down to eat and all was going well until Dad reached for the bowl for seconds. CP had seconds, and the kids were still eating their first serving. CP watched my Dad serve himself another helping and CP got this look on his face which I recognized and knew all too well. He had something stuck up his ass and I couldn’t figure out what the hell it was! Then it dawned on me. Dad doesn’t care much for rice, so he was trying to get a little more meat and broccoli without too much more rice. I just knew in my gut that CP had a problem with this.

He was still in a pissy mood later so I asked him what the hell was wrong because I noticed his attitude change during dinner. Sure enough!  He said he didn’t like how my Dad was picking through the dish for meat and broccoli. He said, “Someone else might want more and he was picking all the meat out.” I explained to him how Dad doesn’t care much for rice. I also told him, “You already had seconds and you were done eating. You were just finishing your beer. You were DONE. I was DONE. The kids weren’t going to eat anymore. I DON’T SEE A FUCKING PROBLEM!” He changed his tune. He knew he was being an asshole, plain and simple.

What irritated me the most I think, was the fact that Dad always helped us with groceries when he came down and he helped with other things, too. Dad even brought the beer that CP was guzzling at dinner and afterward, so for him to have such an attitude just made me want to smack him with a cast-iron skillet. It’s probably a good thing I didn’t have one back then!

Sick Miss Kitty

We’ve had a rough 5 days or so. Miss Kitty has been sick. She’s nearly 14 years old and I didn’t know if I would have to take her to the vet or not. She had been eating and drinking, and toileting herself so I figured she could fight this cold off with little help of OTC supplements. She (and the others) get Lysine daily, so her dose went to twice daily. I also added DMG Immune Formula and Nose Relief drops.

It was a rough weekend for poor Miss Kitty. She couldn’t breathe out of her nose so she had her mouth open most of the time. Her eyes were a drippy mess and she did a lot of sneezing. Slowly, the sneezing subsided and her eyes stopped leaking. The last thing to clear up was her nose. She’s still a little congested but overall, she’s much improved from the weekend. Thank Goodness!!

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She’s almost back to her old grouchy self; wagging her tail for no reason, rolling over for tummy rubs only to get aggravated after a few rubs, and pacing the floor as if she’s on the prowl for demons or something! She’s taking a nap now, tail still wagging…silly cat.

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Last Thursday & Dad’s Appointment

It all started at 2am when the storm they talked about all week decided to hit. With one lightning strike, the power went out. It went out for just long enough to mess up every digital everything, and that did not exclude the freakin’ coffee pot. When the power came back on, so did the coffee pot, which was originally set for 8am the next morning. The coffee actually started to brew at 2am! So, our coffee was several hours old and had to be rewarmed when we got up. The power went out several times during the wee hours of the morning. I had the a/c going in my room, which is digital as well. Every time the power went off, so did my a/c. I had to roll over and turn the damn thing back on via remote every single time. Thankfully, my alarm clock has battery back up because I had to take Dad to his doctor appointment in the morning.

His appointment was a bit early for me since I don’t go to bed until 3am. I know, I’ve heard it before: Why don’t you go to bed earlier then silly? Well, for your information, going to bed earlier doesn’t make me go to sleep earlier, that’s why. I still toss and turn (painfully, I might add) until damn near 4am no matter what stinkin’ time I go to bed! So now that that’s out in the open, I shall continue.

When we got to the clinic, there weren’t too many cars in the parking lot. I thought, Super! This is going to be quick and easy! Well, it was quick but it was painfully not easy at all. The people in the waiting room made me cringe. One lady was dressed in some weird-ass clothing so she looked like a clown. She wasn’t even an old lady. I thought to myself, Be nice, Deb. Maybe that’s all she has to wear. An older woman, who walked past me to use the restroom smelled strongly of urine. I think she was too late, I thought. Holy crap. Again, Be nice, Deb. Maybe her washing machine broke down and she doesn’t have the money for the laundromat to wash her clothes or maybe she was waiting for her son to fix her washer. There was an old man in a wheelchair who was coughing and wheezing like he really needed to see the doctor right away but the two receptionists were yapping instead of recognizing that maybe they needed to get him out of the waiting room before he infected everyone else. They were uncomfortably loud! I guess they thought we all needed to know that one of them has an autistic son and the other, a mother-in-law from hell. One has a dog with 3 legs and the reason for that is he got run over by the lawnmower. How awful is that? Oh yeah, and one woman’s husband was caught cheating on her red-handed by her sister’s husband’s something or other… Jesus. As if anyone in that damn waiting room gave a shit! I had told Dad before they called his name that I may be out in the car when he gets done…and that’s what I did. I held my breath as I walked past the urine lady and the wheezing man and tossed the gabby bitches at the front desk a dirty look as I disappeared through the automatic door.

While I was out in the car, I rolled down the windows because there was a nice breeze. It felt great! I put the radio on a classic rock station and turned up the volume. When AC/DC’s Hells Bells came on I cranked it up and I just happened to look a few spots over where a woman sat in her car, also waiting. She gave me a dirty look as if I might be Satan’s Keeper or some shit and I shot her the metal horns (hand gesture) and she rolled her windows up. And yes, I thought everyone deserved to hear my music because I have awesome taste!

Dad was done fairly quickly and we headed over to our favorite Italian restaurant for some pizza. The server was a pain in the ass. She took our order for hot wings, drinks, and pizza. Then she pretty much came back with one thing at a time, as if she couldn’t carry a beer and a glass of wine at the same time, or plates and a basket of wings, or even napkins and straws. The pizza was great, as always, so I tried not to be so hard on the dip shit.

We headed out to Walmart after lunch and got everything we needed in a timely manner. The problem came when we were ready to checkout. There were only 2 checkers working and there were 8 people in one line and 6 in the other. Geez. Can they not see the long lines of people waiting? I hate that store more and more every time I go there! But at least they had a scooter this time so there’s that…

When we got home we learned that it had poured down rain and the roof sprung a few more leaks. Dad asked me where my ‘grabber’ was because he couldn’t reach a strip of paint from the ceiling that was hanging down. He said it was going to fall eventually anyway. I told him where the ‘grabber’ was and as soon as he picked it up, poor Honey Bear shot out of the living room like a bat out of hell and slammed into the refrigerator, the cart and then my legs! She nearly knocked me down! She’s a whopping 20 lbs. and when you’re not expecting something like that…well, I almost lost my footing. She went through there so fast I didn’t even know which cat it was at first! I’m sure someone from her previous home must’ve done something to her with something that looks like or sounds like that damn ‘grabber.’ Poor baby. So sad.

I was definitely glad that day was over! Going out can be very exhausting for someone like me with chronic pain and even an older person like my Dad. We both fell asleep in our chairs! Everyone has to recharge, right?