01 Nov 2009 | By
charlotte
I have to go to CVS tomorrow and get hubby’s Ambien refilled. I’ve never seen a sleeping pill work as quick as that does. He takes one and within 5 minutes he’s out like a light! I’ve been tempted to take one and see if it does the same for me but I’ve been able to pretty much fall asleep quickly lately.
I used to toss and turn for hours and then the doc prescribed Seroquel and at times it would take an hour to kick in and I would feel drug out in the morning. Hubby says he doesn’t feel that way in the morning.. he feels good.
I have to get a few other things at CVS tomorrow too. I have to get a couple things that are down aisle from the colon cleanse products.. toothpaste & pet hair remover.
01 Nov 2009 | By
charlotte
What is it with the faking a disability appeal? I saw an news show where they exposed people who pretend to be disabled to collect disability insurance or worker’s comp. It showed one guy walking into his house using a cane and wearing a neck brace. Then a little later he walks out of his house carrying heavy suitcases and not wearing a neck brace anymore or using a cane. He then lifts those suitcases into the trunk of his car, hops into his car and drives off.
It’s people like that who make it hard for people who are really injured to get compensation. I was injured at work in 2001 and ended up having to go to court and all kinds of doctors in order to get the treatment I needed for my back. Unfortunately I had left work after I was injured, but luckily I had filed a report about the injury the day it happened. The place I worked for was trying to say I injured my back after I quit. I had a good lawyer and got the treatment I needed.
01 Nov 2009 | By
charlotte
After babysitting Benton for the past few days I remember how I was able to keep slim when I was younger. No.. it wasn’t with diet pills.. it was just having a baby around. When there is a baby in the house the child knows when mommy, or gramma in my case, is about to get something to eat and wakes up and needs attention. Putting the baby down after he is quiet just starts the cycle all over again.
It’s like the baby knows… gramma/mommy is gonna eat, do something on the computer, go to the bathroom, get a shower, etc.. and I’m not gonna let her do it. Don’t get me wrong.. I love my grandson.. I just forgot how mommy/gramma gets neglected when the baby is awake! After all… my baby is 31 years old now and she doesn’t need my constant attention anymore. She’s busy giving attention to Benton!
Paybacks a bitch.. ya know!
01 Nov 2009 | By
charlotte
Hubby’s brother has a big old 4 door Chevy truck that sat in his backyard for the past 3 years. He finally moved it out front. He just had to give it a jump start and it still runs. Andi and Drew need something to drive and he’s going to give it to them at no cost!
The truck needs a little work, which isn’t a problem.. hubby and Drew both know mechanics. It needs a bath because the poor white truck is kinda tinted green now from sitting for so long. At least it’s not something that needs expensive Ferrari parts.
That makes me happy because very soon they won’t be needing to borrow my car all of the time! There will be plenty of room for Andi, Drew, Benton and Andi’s other 3 kids and room to haul stuff around!
It’s not every day that someone hands you a free truck!
01 Nov 2009 | By
charlotte
I had a crazy dream last night. I had a dream we bought the most beautiful, huge house you could ever think of. It had 5 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, a huge living room, family room, a laundry room with everything you could think of in it and a fully finished basement. It also had a 3 car garage and a separate workshop.
Now I know you don’t think that sounds crazy it sounds wonderful. Well it does. The crazy part is when you go outside it’s sitting right smack dab in the middle of field littered with abandoned mobile homes. It looked like a tornado had lifted these things up and dropped them right in our yard. It was crazy!
Then I woke up in the teeny, tiny bedroom of the camper and became really depressed.
