Life is Mundane

I came home today after going to the grocery store again. Really how many times do I need to go to that store? It is not overly fun unless you consider picking out cereal absolutely orgasmic. Besides nothing bought lasts long like a pair of fab shoes from the mall. Those fab shoes could last for at least a season or two, not two days. I consider shoes a necessity like food. Regardless if I was more organized and actually wrote a grocery list every week, it would be easier on me but I am not organized. This is a rare condition I do not possess like genius. I definitely do not possess that condition either, sad but so true. My weekly wine intake does not help the cause either, brain cells who needs them.

After my joyous grocery store trip, I came home to walk the dog, make dinner, pre-make coffee for morning and put the clothes in the dryer. I know this is major fun stuff. Tonight's dinner is my turkey meatloaf speciality. Yes I am making this yummy recipe again though as preciously I blogged I will not leave the chore of putting away the food to my husband. We do not need a repeat of that saga and he definitely does want his wonderful wife to strike again. Anyway Christmas is around the corner and I want good gifts this year. Strike could equal gifts which are less than wanted for Christmas.

Back to Work

I am back to work after five weeks of recovery. It is so nice conversing with live people. Of course as I start week two it is the same old crap, different month. I really need to win the lottery. Why won't you pick my numbers Mr. Lotto Machine? I believe I am just as worthy as that person residing in a single wide, one paycheck away from being evicted from the trailer park.

My mother actually called to see how I was doing. I was so weirded out getting two calls from her in a month it took a of couple of days to return the call. I did not have much to worry about, it was like every phone call. Five minutes then she has to go because I mention something uncomfortable. Not this time she had to go because a client was calling. Yes I only call her at work. One: she cannot get out of control. Two: work eventually cuts the conversation short. Funny since we used to be so close until her last shenanigan a few years ago and that I will save for later post.

Ah Thursday

Tomorrow is my last day of broken ankle disability. I will have to hop around work for four days until they give me a walking cast. Gosh I hope that means "walking" and not some cruel joke. The doctor will probably tell me it is not any different than a cast and to keep using the crutches not to apply any pressure.

Well today is the first day I have cooked a dish from scratch in four weeks. Pork with a cream sauce, Campbell's cream of mushroom soup very "souped" up Amber style, bring on the spices etc. I hardly ever follow a recipe. I started cooking French cuisine at nineteen. I figured if you can cook French you can cook anything and I like to think I am living proof. Most women told me to get the trusted Betty Crocker cookbook and I would learn how to cook. No way have you seen those recipes? Yuck!!

In addition I was trying banish all thoughts of my mother's cooking, pick up the book continuing the tradition of bad family meals at my table. Like a lot of her choices in life, she put those meals in front of us nightly and told to swallow it.

Her first choice I remember first hand (not second hand from relatives as I was too young) was her decision to go back to school the first time at the local community college. School was not the bad choice but what she did there. She meant my little brother's father while married to my stepfather. Up until then life was pretty good and I dare say normal. There was the occasional fight between them but nothing too bad.

My mother was this other man's "tutor" and obviously did not stop with the books. He actually came to our house one evening for tutoring while my siblings and I were there. We had to wait patiently until the tutoring session ended so we could go meet my stepfather for dinner. He stayed a long time outside the house talking with my mother that evening. At the time I did not put two and two together until later I found out my stepfather did not father my brother then the light bulb went off burning at 100 watts.

My stepfather knew he was not the father but wanted my brother so my brother did not find out about their antics until he turned eighteen. I have no idea until this day who this guy is and either does my brother. My mother told my brother it was none of his business. Cute huh.

Week 3 of a Broken Ankle

I am half way through week three of the broken ankle saga. My dog and I hung out together again today. I have not left the house in three days. I really hate this. Thank goodness my husband is taking pity on me and taking me out for dinner. I made reservations at a very nice restaurant. Heck I deserve it, having watched more television in three and a half weeks than in my entire life. At least it was premiere week of network television shows. There are some small miracles.

Besides turning my brain to mush with endless hours of watching television I also started reading a book about an author's unconventional childhood. I love this book, very funny. It does bring up memories of my childhood. Of course this book does not have infidelity and countless lies which always come out in the end my parents brought to my life. So many layers, like a fine week old onion, including the smell.

My life starts with....I was born in a small town to Marcy and Tim. Tim would not be the dad that raised me. Their marriage disintegrated long before I was born but they still managed to keep it going to have another child a couple of years later. The second child is the blessing in my life today. She has become my best friend and savior on many occasions. Especially with this broken ankle crap.

Broken Ankle

It has been three weeks since I broke my ankle. A broken ankle resulting in a total of eight screws and a plate. I am so sick of television but there really is not much to do since my ankle has to be elevated at all times per doctor's orders. I have three more weeks until the walking cast. Ah the walking cast to say I cannot wait is an extreme understatement. The real trill is the day I can wear two shoes.
My dad came to stay with me for a couple of days and as luck would have it he is apart of the broken ankle club. Two broken ankles to be exact at different times. Good golly how does someone do that? Well that would be my dad who has some of the worst luck I have ever known. He had two flat tires at the same time. Those of us are so unlucky to have one flat tire but two that is a whole new bad luck level.
He told me to be careful with my diet as I am immobile. He had gained 30 pounds and never lost it. More to worry about as if this broken ankle was not enough. Well I am happy to report since my nasty fall I have lost diet. Now I count calories all day. Great!!!

Gosh it has been a long time since I blogged. On my way to work today, I thought about what on earth I do every night after work. Really, am I just really good at doing nothing, piddling around the house?? I wish there was an award for that category in life. I would be up for that award. Would there be an awards show so I could piddle around the house getting ready?

Anyway today I came home and worked out AGAIN. Heading to the beach in 9 days. Realistically there is no way my abs will suddenly appear but every agonizing workout helps my cause. That is my story and I am trying to get through it! I cannot help that when I workout remembering my mother telling me on a walk around the neighborhood my calves were too skinny and no matter what I did they always would be. Occasionally she came to the table with some real zingers. Well skinny calves or not, this body is getting into shape!!

Boy, what a week. A friend passed. I attended the memorial service this weekend. I have not dealt with death in a really long time. Especially not someone who passed before their time. There were expected, grandparents. My dad when I was 8 but I did not know him. He was in and out of rehab (slight drinking problem).

What is there to say when this happens? Really I suppose there are many websites and books etc. But in the end, it just sucks. The poor family appeared to be in disbelief but appeared to be holding it together. There I was crying out a river. I tell myself, everyone has there own way of dealing. But still, good golly hold it together for them!! Oh well, what can I say but what a crappy week.

Day 2 and/or Wednesday

Started my day like any other hump day or any day really. Lets be honest, there is pattern to my life. I do not deviate from it much unless on vacation and that is only 3 weeks a year. Boring, how did this happen? Oh well it happened, I am getting old and consequently I am getting boring. Stop, sorry to digress, this morning. This morning I came downstairs with my dog to find the yummy turkey meatloaf I slaved over (maybe not slaved) last night was left out by my husband!!! I was so pissed and still am. I am officially on strike, no cooking for a very LONG time. Not the best start to hump day. I treated myself to some retail therapy on my lunch hour.

Tuesday night - starting my blog

OMG - I am ready to kill my dog. Love him but boy he can wear your last nerve. Everyone tells me oh he is a puppy give it time....okay when is this going to end?? Forget it I will have that glass of wine after all. Turkey meatloaf for dinner. Great recipe from a Real Simple mag. Absolutely love this recipe, crazy since I used to beg my mom not to make her meatloaf which seemed like every week. Yes there was a rotation of 5 different meals. She made it with ground chuck and ketchup so I think anything is better. This recipe is minus both.

Checking mail and my mailman really needs to get glasses or check his prescription. Apparently "3" and "5" look the same. Got all of my neighbor's mail yesterday and got more today. At least my mail was mixed in today and my opentable.com gift card was delivered to the right address.

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