Wednesday, August 22, 2012

The one where I apologize for the long silence

Sorry.  There it is.

Just kidding!  Sorry I've been absent for a couple of weeks, but things have been busy; grandkids visiting, the county fair, and let's not forget, work.

Youngest, Fiance, and Grandson came out to visit for 2 weeks during Fiance's break from school.  The first week they were here coincided with our county fair, so we took Grandson to see the animals, and the heavy farm equipment:


Of course, he screamed all the way home after we took him down from this tractor.  He is going to be 2 after all.

We also went on a great hike:




And because our garden is going to run away with us, especially the tomatoes and cucumbers, Youngest helped me make pickles:


Then I got to take a break from all the visiting to go to work and take care of a chronic meth user OD.  And isn't that exciting?  Sure is, listening to someone scream and argue with people who aren't there is the highlight of my day.  Especially when you've done it to yourself.  My favorite line?  "See that fat man over there?"  I turn to look.....no one there.  "He's such an asshole."  Ok then, I won't talk to him.   I hate assholes anyway.  I did tell her the next day after the hallucinations were gone that I was really glad that she saw no one else in the room with me because the day before it was pretty crowded in there!

Other than that, I'm now recovering from my family's 'visit', and sitting down and sewing a little.

Aside from Oldest running over our irrigation faucet with the lawnmower and producing our very own fountain in the yard this morning, things are going pretty good.



Remember, it's just a ride.

2 comments:

  1. You mean you have a life? Absurd. That's no excuse for a blogging absence.

    Now that you're back, though, I hope we hear more stories about this meth addict. I guess it's unprofessional to mess with them, right?

    "Hey, you see that guy over there?" (Point to nothing) "He just called you a liar."

    Hilarity ensues.

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  2. Oh, you just got to love the screaming 2 year olds.

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