Tis The Season

Well, It has been a few weeks since I have written, and those of you watching, know that, I apologize for my absence, however, to use Corky’s words “it’s been crazy”.

I won’t bore you with the flood of minor details, but a cascade of insanity is so worth it.

The Friday before Thanksgiving say, I made my infamous Apple Cider Turkey, and a little birdie told me that it turned out pretty good. I had some of the best home made mashed potatoes I have ever had. I pride myself on being able to make taters from scratch, but Keith made some that were worthy of a pilgrims feast. Now most people will tell you that Thanksgiving must be a glutinous gorging feast of variety and quantity, however, I found that our simple four person thanksgiving of turkey, mashed potatoes, and canned jelled cranberries, and of course Allyson’s Pumpkin Pie with the ever glutinous whip cream.

We sat at that table the four of us, eating until our plates were empty; all told we ate maybe 5 pounds of the 19.5-pound turkey. We ate mashed potatoes and cranberries, we laughed, Erika was drinking wine right from the bottle, me? I was an Ice Tea person, Allyson was all about the caffeine free, (baby on the way smile smile wink wink) and Keith was drinking Coke. I don’t think I have ever been a part of such a wonderful thanksgiving. Turkey me this and Turkey me that, forget the figgy pudding, I’ll take my thanksgiving every year just like that.

Now I AM A Grinch When It Comes To Christmas But...I Digress:


The Christmas tree is up, the stockings are hung by doorway with care, and Athena is hoping St Nick will soon be here. Erika made an ornament in the window between the kitchen and living room of blue and silver and lights. And that’s it, Christmas is hung and twinkling galore. I am not into the holiday, though I am assured that it will be one for the books. I don’t know about all of that, though I am looking forward to watching Max open gifts, and seeing him play with the boxes that thing come in. I mean really what one-year-old wants a toy when they can have the box it comes in? Right? I mean really, a box can be anything; a toy can only be what the manufacturer makes it.

Speaking of Max, I have some Glorious News…the words spoken on Friday Night (and yes I have witnesses people) was FOOTBALL. I am not kidding; he walked up to Keith, took the football from his hand and said “FOOTBALL”. Now, Erika, Allyson, Keith, and I were all there, and I am not kidding, the kid is a genius. He has this down pat. That was the buzz all night.

Now onto to the hardcore stuff…

I have been going to a shrink…ahhhh yes as if I don’t have enough emotional baggage and babble going on here…for secrecy sake we shall call her Doc P. Now the good Doc and I don’t see eye to eye on everything, however, I am “confronting my illnesses” (to this Angie makes an evil face and gives shifty eyes) now, for those of you who don’t know what this means, this entails me paying her for the most part to tell me how to live me life, and tell me to be less negative, LOL LOL LOL. To be less sarcastic, and to quit using humor “as a blocking defensive mechanism to deal with my inner fears and insecurities.” Ummmm…OOOOOKKKAAAAAYYYYY.


Now, Doc P has some really great points, like she just went on sale, she is half off now, heehee, my sessions are half as much as they were two weeks ago, and she does have some good advice, from time to time, how to calm myself during pain spikes, how to help myself get through days when I have to face losing my job, etc. I wonder how the hell Doc P would handle the next portion of my heavy hitter section….

That Damned Disability Company for privacy sake we will refer to them as Helpless Financial, we will give their reps name Ms X. well Ms X thinks I should be at work, My doctors, all 7 of them think otherwise, LOL, what to do, well I talk to Doc P, but he response is to be sure to pay my co pay before my visits, LMAO, imagine that. Well, I got a lawyer for my Social Security claim, but that still leaves me high and dry with my long term disability people and Ms. X, so I chase all over town and every week spend over $25 faxing her crap just so she can deny my claim again and again and again. Ahh the vicious cycle of medically induced poverty. As for Erika and I, we (meaning Erika) make too much money to qualify for financial aid from city, county, or state, by get this less than one would think, we can not even afford my medical stuff, much less our tiny apartment, and the state says to me when I apply for aid “you have one of the most comfortable living conditions of any disabled person we have seen” I scoffed out loud and hung up as the state rep was saying “have a happy holiday season”

Happy Holiday? Scoff again…and again…what else can you do.

This is what I would Like to do...




I will talk to you all soon...Take care and be well friends...May The Force Be With You.
Angie

PS

Friends, Are we really in this much Economical Distress?

Guess Maybe we do need that Economic Stimulus Package Huh?

A.