Kids say the darnedest things...

Our tradition is to open presents with 'Grandma' on Christmas Eve so each of the sibs can open presents with their own kids on Christmas morning. Unfortunately, I wasn't feeling well that night.

My 9 year old niece asked mom, "Why does Jodi look so sad? Is it because she only got a card from Santa?"

No sweetie, I'm not sad. That card contained a boatload of money (from mom) since she HATES to shop. lol!

In other news...

I won an award! Woo Hoo!!! Scope from Scope-Tech gave me the:


Thank you, Scope!!! It's nice to be recognized for my 'Hell on Wheels' attitude. ; )

I found the secret to getting what I really want for Christmas...

In 1990, I wanted to do something...different for a Christmas greeting, and I came up with this idea. My friend, Michael, is always up for a good joke so I didn't have to twist his arm too much to participate.

I asked my CT brother (who still lived in CA) to take the picture. We were trying different poses and laughing our @$$es off his patience and he finally yelled, "Knock it off and let me take the damn picture!"

Immediately afterwards, he walked out of the bedroom, muttering (and I swear I heard a chuckle), "You guys are sick."

Well...yeah! : )

Merry X-mas and have a great weekend!

I wonder how much beer was involved in this endeavor?...

I was watching CNN Newroom yesterday (yes, I was THAT bored) and laughed my @$$ off. Have you seen The Gap commercial with the little girls rapping?...




Well, this is the parody that CNN reported on (pause/stop the other video first)...


You know men are great friends (or drunk) when they all get on the floor to scoot their butts in unison.

What was your favorite part?

Told ya so, told ya so! Told ya, told ya, told ya so!...

Whenever I hear that song on 'Will & Grace', it makes me smile. And it's been running through my head since about 8 pm tonight. And, yes, I'm wearing a smile.

: ) See?

It all started when I was in the hospital. My mom sometimes stayed til 10 pm so I gave her my handicap placard. That way, she wouldn't have to walk through a dark parking lot. She has 2 artificial knees so I didn't feel too bad about it.

For the last few days, she's been saying, "I know I gave it back to you" when she asked where it was. I replied, "I don't know where it is...you had it last." I do know she didn't hand it to me because I would've put it in the bag I hang off the back of my wheelchair.

We're going to lunch at a very popular restaurant tomorrow with my AZ brother for his birthday (Dec. 13th) so we definately needed to find it. So, tonight, I told mom to look for it in my room.

After searching the 'entire' room, my bag, my car and her car, she couldn't find it. "I know I put it in your room," she said. I replied, with a laugh, "Apparently not."

Frustrated, she searched the room again...and found it on a shelf in my headboard! Why the hell she put it there, I'll never know, but I was thrilled because she was wrong about 'giving' it to me. lol!

That's when the song started playing in my head.

I can't link it (anyone know how?) so go here...

www.durfee.net/will/media/waves/ToldYaSo.wav

Two hearts, one mind...

My man came over today to celebrate our 6th anniversary together. He didn't bring me flowers or candy...he knows me better than that. But he did bring me a card, as I had done him...and we burst out laughing when we opened them together.

We always talk about how much we think alike. He'll be talking about something and a thought or image will come to my mind. Seconds later, he'll say exactly what I was thinking/imagining.

And today was no different...

My card had 2 sets of feet (one male, one female) sticking out of bedsheets. The caption read, "I miss the spooning... (inside) and the forking."

His card had 2 sets of feet (one male, one female) with bed pillows in the background. The caption (inside) read, "My favorite place in all the world is next to you."

He said, with a grin on his face, "I guess we had the same thing on our minds."


Of course we did! We hadn't seen each other since Oct. 17th - and it was all my fault.

He offered (several times) to come to the hospital but all I want, when I don't feel well, is to be left alone. When I got home, I didn't want him to see me so weak and looking (in my mind) like 'death warmed over'.

I know he doesn't care...but I do. ; )

And so it begins...

The incessant Christmas music that my mom plays from morning til night, that is. Not only in the kitchen, which is next to my room, but also in the living room.

Let me make 1 thing perfectly clear...I hate Christmas music.

Any.

Christmas.

Music.

And mom knows it, but she just tells me to close my door.

But I know what's coming next...


The home-made Christmas wreath.
She always wants to decorate my room. Why, I don't know. It's at the back of the house and no one needs to come in here to get anywhere else.

I used to put up with the crap she brought in but now I just let her put that wreath up. At least she stopped insisting that I host that ugly home-made wooden Christmas tree...


Not the actual tree, but you get the idea.
Do you hate Christmas music? Christmas? December? lol!

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I'm related to a f*cktard, through not fault of my own...

As I'm the youngest child, whenever (usually) a brother screws up, I always say, "Don't blame me, he was born first."

This weekend, the brother that I'm not fond of was in my room, plugging my new electric blanket into the outlet on the left side of my bed.

I have a Select Comfort bed and raise the firmness to 100 to get into/out of bed and lower it to 35 to sleep. That night, I tried to use the remote but kept getting 'ER' meaning, duh, 'error'. I called my man since he gave me the bed (he had an extra one) but, after 30 minutes of discussion, he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

I called my brother in, asking if he'd pulled any plugs from the outlet to put the blanket's plug in. The bed's battery pack needs to be plugged in so the remote can work. He said, "No. Maybe it's the remote battery." While I was explaining why it couldn't be the 9v battery, I could tell he was getting irritated. I said, "Never mind. I'll deal with it tomorrow."

I didn't relish trying to sleep with the bed's firmness set to 100 but I sucked it up and settled down. It was 12:30 am. At 2 am, I was still awake and trying to fix the blankets, which sent my cell phone (that had been lying next to me) into the air, landing between the 2 ft. gap between the bed and the wall.

I pulled myself over to that side (which isn't easy right now) and reached around til my hand hit the phone. As I picked it up, I realized that there was a power strip with several cords plugged in. I thought, "Hmm..." and made sure the plugs were tight, hoping that would solve the problem.

Then it dawned on me...

The power strip wasn't turned on! Somehow 'f*cktard' had shut it off while plugging in the electric blanket. I turned the strip on, tried the remote - and voilà!


I called my man the next day and told him that I figured it out. Of course, he wasn't a bit surprised at the simple solution. I could even imagine him shaking his head in shame for his gender.

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Things I Want Thursday...

It's been a while since I've participated in Sass's...


It's a short list but I want some important things this week...

1) To be completely recovered by (or, even better, BEFORE) Christmas.

2) My mom to stay out of my business.

I haven't seen my man since October 17th - 2 days before I went into the hospital (I don't want him to see me looking like crap).

But I talk to him every day. And mom's been hearing my side of our conversations because she's been sticking close, in case I need her.

So, it came as no surprise when she gave me a bit of (sage?) advice the other night, after dinner...

"Don't keep harping on your health problems. You're going to turn (my man) off."

My 1st reaction was to laugh. My 2nd reaction was to think "I can't wait to tell him what she said!"

He called at 11 (as always) and I repeated her words. His immediate response was, "Why not? And why would it turn me off?" I replied, "Exactly!"

I knew that would be his reaction because December 9th will be our 6th anniversary...and he hasn't taken off yet. ; )

Btw, mom gave me the same advice when I was with my ex-boyfriend, who stuck with me through 3 surgeries.

I don't know whether she doesn't have faith in the men I choose...or in me. lol!

3) For all my U.S. readers to have a wonderful Thanksgiving Day! It'll just be my mom, 2 brothers and myself this year, thankfully at home. Last year, we went to my sister's house where 18 people fought over shared the turkey and green bean casserole. This year, I have a better chance at getting more than a bite.

I'm off to enjoy the 80 degree weather...did I mention that I love living in L.A.?

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