I really and sincerely HATE spring...

I'm serious.  I could so live without this season.  And I mean that literally. Every Spring things come back to life and my lungs decide "Welp, that's it!  Better close up shop!" and it take SUPREME effort to get the sumbishes to work even on a half level.

I live in a constant red haze of headaches because I cough so hard when trying to breathe that it causes my head to feel like it's breaking apart.  I really think the violence of my gasps for breath and coughs are really shaking my brain back and forth and hitting my skull but I'm sure there's some technical explanation for why that can't happen.  It just feels like it is.  My throat is sore because it's constantly dry from hacking up pieces of my defunct lungs.  My nose is raw because I'm blowing it because on top of not being able to breathe, I have allergies.  I suck on my inhaler so much that once, when I was sitting at a stop light, I used it like three times in quick succession and a cop pulled me over because he'd been sitting watching the look of calm that I had after each pump.  He thought I was getting high.  He started pumping my inhaler to make sure that it was albuterol and me sitting there watching my life giving meds being pumped away indiscriminately caused to me to go into an asthma attack and he had to call an emt and explain to them why HE was holding my inhaler while I was having an attack...

I get raped by Spring every year.  Every freaking year and all I can do is bend over and take it like a man.

Oh and one more thing I hate in Spring... Baby freaking birds.  Cheep chirp cheep all morning long.  How's a woman supposed to sleep in when they gather at my window like I'm snow freaking white!??  I swear those things perch on my windowsill and chirp just to annoy me.

I'm not a happy camper bloggers.  I love summer because it's hot and I've recently discovered that I kinda rock shorts, I'm cool with Autumn because finally things are beginning to die.  Yes, I am the gnarled old woman dancing in glee as the birds go away, the leaves fall, and the flowers die.  And OMG! I love winter with a passion because I CAN BREATHE!!  It's too cold for anything to live so I have a ball.

But then I get pneumonia like always and end up in bed feeling like I am dying for a week.

But I can breathe!

Dr. Lewis said that If I got Pneumonia one more time she was going to put me on oxygen.  I've had it about six or seven times.  Once you hit five times having pneumonia you really do lose count.  You read my sob story about last Thanksgiving.  Not this one that just passed but the year before that.  Or was it the year before that? I give up.

Sadly Dr. Lewis is no long at Biddlepoint.  I have a new Doctor who is already pissing me off because he won't refill one of my most vital prescriptions.  He's messing around with my trazodone.  Bad Dr.  Bad!  Very, very bad!  I can't fully blame him, he hasn't been informed that Claudette needs sleep to be sane if if Claudette doesn't get sleep and is not sane, people usually end up crying in a corner.  We are not going to impart this last little bit of info to him unless we have to because the very last thing that Claudette needs right now is a 72 hour lock up in a psych ward.

Claudette is going to stop talking about herself in the first person.  Kamri would love that.  I miss Kamri.  A lot.  I wouldn't even make car jokes if she came by to say hi.  I'd just hug her.

Okay, I'm done complaining.  I have to be up for work tomorrow and I am gonna try and keep up with my Qvar so maybe Spring won't ass rape me this year.  Livy expressed concern for me tonight.  She said I sounded like I was suffocating.  I told her I actually am.  Little by little I am  She stamped her foot and told me no, I couldn't suffocate until I was like a hundred years old...I love my kids!

Goodnight bloggers  I love you!

Stay frosty!

Dooooood!

I am super mom hear me roar!!!  NO really I am an awesome mom and for probably maybe the fifth time since having kids I actually believe that.  Really and honestly believe that.

Firstly I didn't get out of bed until like noon today.  I think the clock said 11:43 so I was still technically in the morning but kinda not.  I felt SOOOO good.  I rarely get that much unbroken sleep.  So I'm getting up and I do this thing where I walk around my house.  I don't know when I started doing it but I do it every day.  As soon as I hop out of bed, I walk around my house until I inevitably have to go to the bathroom.  So I did that this morning and thanks to the really big cup of juice I had last night I made it as far as the living room before my body said walk later, pee now.  Anyway, Livy called me and was like can you come over Omi's before work or we can come visit you.  I said I had just gotten out of bed and wasn't dressed yet so somehow that meant come home.  My mom calls me back and says the girls decided that they want to be at home with you before you go to work.  They don't get to spend a lot of time with me now that I've gone to work so it's cool, I get dressed and wait for like an hour because my mom took them back to her house to get their clothes and clean up since they spent Friday and Saturday night over there.  They get back and Livy says nothing about putting her bed together.  Nothing at all.  I let her sit for maybe 45 minutes before I decided, I knew what I was doing since they have the same exact bed and I already put one together, we won't have that wasted time of figuring out what the pictures mean so let's get to it.  I mean wow!  When she saw me coming with the knife to open the boxes, her face lit up like the fourth of July!

Got all the boxes open and started to put pierces where we needed them when the doorbell rings.  Jayden and Mia want Livy to come out but she's like no, we gotta put the bed together.  They want to help.  Then the next door neighbor came over, for the life of me I cannot spell this child's name right so I'm going to just put Bri.  So now I have 5 kids in my house all wanting to help.

I sent them downstairs to play rock band.

Also I remembered that I borrowed Joe's tools and that it had the attachment to go in my drill.  Thinking that would speed things up considerably I prepared to use that when I found the ratchet tool.  Why has no one told me of this wondrous tool before?!?!?  Turn click turn click turn and boom done!! I love it. I love tools.  I love Joe for having said tools.  Joe is my new hero.  So in no time at all I got the ends put together and I called the kids up to help me put the beam across the middle that would hold them together.  Click ratchet, click turn, done!  Put another bar on and realized I have 20 minutes to get dressed, grab lunch and get to work.  Kicked the extra kids out got dressed and boogied out.

Work was work.  Folded boxes.  Took deliveries.  Got out early because I was already in overtime and it was dead.  I reiterate my previous statement about it would be livelier in a cemetery waiting for the dead to wake up. Except I had Josh, Josh and joe together make it an interesting night.  They tend to forget that I'm a girl and certain conversations don't need to be had around me so I get a healthy dose of what's in boys minds.  Throw in Wendy who grew up with boys and lives with her fiance and two boys and it's a freaking laugh riot.  But when Joe said I could go I got cause I had to go to walmart before I continued home to finish the bed.

It took until ten minutes ago to finish the bed get the mattress up and on it and unrolled and the bed made.  12 midnight on the dot we were done.  Livy got up there and declared she wasn't coming down until morning.  I kissed her hand and turned off the light and I'm pretty sure both she and Kayla are out like lights right now.

But the best part was when I was helping them finish the ladder, Livy turns to Kayla and says "We have the best mom on the planet.  She's so cool."  It took all I had to not sit there and cry happy tears.  I mean they say it every now and then but it's usually because I let them stay up to watch a movie or something.  This time it was because  and I quote, "She did the beds before work and now after work when she's tired.  You are so awesome mommy!"

So Livy is now in her first full sized bed.  Up in the air.  She even loves the cheap as hell mattress from Ikea.  That or she was really tired.  Either way, I'll get her a mattress pad later.

Have I mentioned that I can stand under these beds and not have to duck?  I'm five foot six and three quarters but there is an inch of space between the top of my head and the bottom of the part where the mattress goes.

So now I'm sitting here with cookies and milk which I shouldn't be eating but I need them to relax with before bed.  I told the girls that they could get up at 7 which to Kayla means 630 because yeah, the late riser had to have an early bird kid.  It's karma biting me in the face for all the years my mom had to resort to banging on the wall and spraying me with cold water to wake me up I get the kid that is up with the sun and ready to play. Jovaughn's get up on no school day schedule is dictated by his stomach.  If his stomach says time to get up, he's up until he gets food and then he's down again.  Olivia... now that's my child 100%.  If there's no school or no reason to get up, the child stays in bed as long as she possibly can.  This has gone up to 12 hours.  I shit you not, that girl can marathon sleep with the best of them.

So yeah, I'm taking my super mom ass to bed and going to dream good dreams.

Night bloggers!! Stay frosty!!

I wanna call this a week in review

But it won't really be.  My memory is short.  I blame work.  But not really.

So Monday... I worked.  And it was deader than dead.  Like so dead that I'm pretty sure sitting in a cemetery waiting for the dead to rise would have been more exciting.

Tuesday... Uhm... What did I work Tuesday?   Oh yeah, I closed.  My first time closing with Wheels as a shift leader and it was pretty alright.  I had a crapton of late deliveries but by the time I got back from my last one he had pretty much all of my closing duties taken care of in an effort for all of us to get out of there at a reasonable time.  So I had told the girls I wouldn't be home until after 12 but I was home before 1130.  It was nice.

Wednesday.  The first of my long days.  10:30 am to 10:30 pm (which turned out to be like 11:15 because I needed to help clean.  There was no way I could leave Josh with that many dishes.

Thursday.  Oh. My. God.  I got up and prepared for Josh to call/text me because he was supposed to meet me at Ikea and help me bring home both of the girls' beds and help me put them together but due to a serious miscommunication issue, he never got in touch with me.  But I manned up and went to Ikea on my own where I promptly had a slight breakdown.  The beds the girls wanted came in multiple boxes.  Three to be precise.  Each one of those fuckers weighed at least 57 pounds. I couldn't get them on my rolley cart to save my life and tears very quickly got the better of me because let's face it, I'm a girl who can be really temperamental and weak sometimes.  Plus, Ikea employees are harder to find than Wal-mart employees.  It's like playing Where's waldo, only the Ikea version. Finally a worker came over and asked if I needed help.  He actually said, "You look like you could use a little help.  Which boxes do you need?  We'll get them together."  This earned him a watery but grateful smile.  So he and I got all six boxes on the rolley cart and he left me to get the mattress on my own. THis led to another breakdown because I couldn't find the mattress I needed/wanted/ could afford and when I did, I couldn't lift it.  This nice couple took pity and the man put it on my boxes for me.

So I get in line not without some damage to the displays that those idiotic Swedes have sitting RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE self serve warehouse.  I mean seriously, those carts are dangerous in the best of hands and they want to put displays out when I'm in charge of driving one??  Anyway, I get in line behind a couple that's pretty much bought an entire wall of cubby spaces and she's talking about how she's going to sit on her butt and let him put it together.  The couple that helped me with the mattress as well as three other people got behind me.  I get to the register and... IT'S THE WRONG FUCKING MATTRESS.  This one is like a hundred dollars more than the one I need.  I asked her if I could just pull my cart to the side and run to get the new mattress.  I figured if she could be accomodating, I could pretend to be superwoman and not cry. She said no, I had to wheel it around and take it with me because it would be in everyone's way if I left it.  The nice now six people behind me assured her in very loud voices that it would not be in their way if I left it but she didn't budge.  She then changed tactics to it would be put away if I left it.... for five short minutes.  At which point, I am now pissed off and pissed off is not what you want to be when you are already running around Ikea with a very cracked psyche.  Cue the mad as hell tears.  I was comforted by the fact that three of the people behind me including the couple that helped me with the mattress the first time got out of her line and went elsewhere.  I got the correct mattress and went back towards the lines.  Again there was some display damage.

I get in another line and the same cashier who made me pissed off cry in the first place is waving me over saying, I can come back to her.  I not so politely said no.  I probably should have because this cashier look like she was about ten minutes away from the end of her day and she didn't care less what happened.  BUt I got the beds to the tune of $790... (huge dip in my account)  Cue slight breakdown number three or four.  by now I have lost count at my cloudbursts of tears.  I had to figure out how to get all this in my moms car.  Hehe, I did it though.  I got home and thus began getting it upstairs.  I was doing pretty good until I reached Olivia's boxes.  I stopped on the top step thinking tat it was anchored on a step but no... it wasn't.  I watched this box, this 57 lbs box slide down the stairs and out of the door.  I cried until I laughed and then I went and got the damn box.

To try and make a long as hell story shorter, It took me about five to six hours after that to put this thing together.  I have the black and blue marks to show for it and Kay looks up at this bed and says, "I didn't realize it was that high."  I'm 5'6 and I can walk under the bed withut ducking and there's an inch of space over my head.  It's a loft bed.  It was this high in the store when I walked under it.  She saw it then but she had to have the bed.  I very nicely told her that there was no effing way it was getting taken down and returned so she needed to get used to climbing that high and she did.  By the time I returned from Walking dead night, she was tucked up in her bed fast asleep.

I have to do Olivia's bed on monday.

Friday, very little happened.  I could barely move so I filled my big tub with hot water and soaked.  It only marginally helped.  Went to work.

Saturday night.  TOnight... Hmm...  You know I like to pretend that my job can't run without me.  That if I left they would stop for even a moment but they won't.  Just like I like to think that they all like me.  I'm pretty sure that among my co-workers I am loved but every now and then we get a new person that just doesn't mesh.  We just recently picked up a guy that has been a manager before and hopes to be one again.  He was pretty much hired to be a GM one day.

God help the crew that has to work under this SOB.  He's rude and petty.  And more than a little standoffish.  In the past day, I have tried joking with him, but he just looks at me like "little bug, shut up."  Today he was pissed off because people weren't tipping him.  Oh so sad.  He refuses to answer phones and he won't even help customers if no one else can.  At one point, Wheels was helpoing me make pizzas and I was busy putting toppings on.  A customer came in and he just kept on wiping pans out and ignoring her.  In the end Wheels had to stop hat he as doing to go help her. This afternoon, the only people with free hands were he and I.  A customer walked in just as the phone was lighting up.  I asked him, did he want to help the customer or did he want to answer the phone.  HE looked at me with that "little bug go away." look and shrugged and said , "Whatever, I don't care."

Even the customer commented on that.  He said "Wow, that's rude."  If there hadn't been in any customers in the store, I might have gone off on him for that one but I couldn't.  It was bad.  I didn't say a word to him the rest of the night.  Towards the end of his shift,. Wheels asked him if he wanted to take one more delivery and he said straight out, he had no interest in taking that delivery because if one more person stiffed him he might quit.  He doubted he'd even made minimum wage tonight.  HE then wiped out the pizza pans and slammed them all down on the pile.  And I know he saw how they all made me jump. But he was taking his bad mood out on the pans.  By them time he finished the last one I was ready to grab a pan and play pong with his head I was that on edge.

It was pretty cool after than and then I came home.  Very little else to tell.

I know that no one;s job depends on whether or not I like them because in the grand scheme of things, I'm a nobody but this guy... he ... he's just...  no.  I can't do it.  He's a sorry SOB and I honestly pity any crew that end up working under him.  If some twist of fate makes him a rank over me, I will quit.  He will never be my boss.

Okay bloggers, my night med and shoulder meds are kicking in and I've been spelling things all sorts of wrong on his blog.  Thank God for the red squiggly line...

Night bloggers!  I love you!! Stay frosty,,,,,,

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And I mean that title for just the way you think I do.
So my neighbor, whom I really do like since she and her whole family adopted me from almost day two of my living here said to me on Tuesday, "I thinking a party for my friend here at my house.  It's invitation only and I have one for you sitting on my nightstand, I just have to find time to give it to you.  MAtter of fact, when you get off work, just come on by."  What she really meant to say was, "I'm having a get together at my house and IF you manage to get in your driveway before midnight, you sure as hell WON'T be able to get the hell out until sometime Sunday morning in the wee hours that you'll probably be asleep for.  We may or may not be loud as hell and we the men that will as always stand outside of my house WILL fill your trashcan with their empty bottles making your trash company think you have a SERIOUS drinking problem..."

That's what she meant to say.  I'm pretty sure it is because when I got home at a quarter to 10 tonight, I had to play a rousing game of "Am I going to hit this car?  Can I squeeze through? Oh I can, but I'm not going any damn where for the rest of the night."

It's an awesome game.  I get to play it about three times a year.  I have to say though, this is the first time I have had to play it since I got a job and coming off of an eight hour shift made playing it SO MUCH FUN!!

Oh yay, the guys have decided to compare crotch rocket engines!  We're revving them up now... This is going to a fun night.

So how many of you caught all that sarcasm?

Hehe, I got sidetracked with another project... about an hour and a half ago.  It's not a quarter to one... Bad Claudette!  Very bad girl!

Oh well, it kept me from going over and asking my neighbor to keep it down and or move a car or three...  One day, there will be a medical emergency in my cul De Sac and there will be a party and I'm pretty sure about thirty cars will be getting tickets and or towed...

(the more I look at the pictures this new webcam takes, the more I like the cam.  Also, I become just a little more vain each time.)

Alright y'all, I'm going to attempt to do the impossible today and go to church in a few hours so.... I should go to bed.  Goodnight, sleep tight!  I love you all (okay some of you)  Don't let Jack Frost bite ya! (Although if Jack Frost looked anything like they depicted him in Rise of the Guardians, he can bite me... I mean look at that!  Can you just imagine that in real life?  Yes... I KNOW i kinda sound like a pedophile but DOOOOD technically he's like 3000 years old!!)

LOL, I'm done peeps!! Sleep tight!

Stay Frosty!!

Short

So yeah... I wasn't going to include a picture with this blog because I have a major migraine that I am waiting to go away and because I don't or rather didn't like my new camera but now, I'm having second thoughts about it.  Before, I used to have to turn on the super bright light next to my desk to get a good shot. Having a migraine made that one of the most horrible and detestable actions on earth.  This new camera took the picture you see there in almost no light at all...

I kinda feel bad about giving them a less than stellar review on eBay now.

So you might notice I have a bandage on my wrist.  No, I wasn't a bad girl with sharp knives again.  I burned myself yesterday.  I was baking a cake and didn't feel anything at all until HOURS later when my arm started to hurt.  Like really hurt.  I dealt with it all last night mostly because I didn't want to go to the ER and this afternoon, I got up and went to the urgent care in my neighborhood.she kept saying it was a burn and I kept telling her I didn't touch anything hot.  Then she looked at my hoodie and asked if I worked ina  pizza place and did I ever manage the ovens.  I told her yes and that sumbish is 450 degrees so I would know if I had touched something hot yesterday and I was off... She said to me that if I was used to an over that was that hot, my piddly little 350 degrees at home wasn't anything and I probably hit the rack with my arm and never noticed.  As a matter of fact, she added, I could probably curl up inside it at 350 and not feel a thing because of my tolerance...  So she wrapped it up and made it feel better and sent me on my way feeling like a jackass because I didn't recognize a burn.

Is it just me or does that picture make it look like I'm wearing eye makeup???  I'm not vain or anything but that picture looks freaking awesome...

Er uhm...

God I need this migraine to go away.  It's so full blown right now that I can't even sleep it off.  If I laid down right now, I just might cry my head hurts so bad.

What else...

Work is going well.  There are a few things that are staring to get to me but I can't put them here because well.. it would be petty and just wrong to complain.  I mean, I have a job that I mostly enjoy which is more than I had a year and a half ago so why complain.  It won't do me any good.

Love life, still zip.

Sex life, still zip.

I'm trying hard to still say life is awesome but at the moment my migraine and the facts in black and white are kinda making that impossible...

But hey, I woke up this morning.  There's that.

So after two imitrex, my head doesn't feel like Irish Step dancers are doing a clog dance in wooden shoes   on it.  I think I;m going to take my butt to bed.  I have to be at work by 10 tomorrow so I should sleep this off while I can.

Goodnight bloggers!  Stay Frosty.