Thanksgiving

Alex, Josh and I climbed in the truck Wednesday after I fueled up and got an oil change and headed on down to Laredo.  Eric called us when we were at dinner, still an hour from San Antonio.  He wanted to know when I was coming because the food was ready.  I told him to go ahead and eat cuz we were still ""far away.""  He hung up and told the old folks that I said ""forty-five miles away.""  Hours later, phone calls were made to and from me, mom and Kris.  Eventually, we got to Laredo around 11ish and couldn't find the exit that Josh had on his crack-induced directions.  I pulled a Kristina and exited at the 50 foot Popeye's sign.  From there, I had Josh call Dad and he gave us directions to the house.  We arrived safely and chatted before going to bed after midnight, which is technically Thanksgiving.

Thursday morning, I woke up and smelled all kinds of wonderful things.  I also started coughing again.  Dad gave me Vitamin C, B12, zinc, and a Geritol.  Mom gave me Robitussin.   

Tia Maria, Esmerelda, Hector and Abigail came around 11:30 and lunch commenced before noon.  I had 2 plates that didn't duplicate any foods and I still didn't taste everything.  We all talked and ate and laughed. 

My cousin Monica came by to see me, but didn't talk to me.  She sat there with Dad claiming poverty and trying to look woeful, but hopeful a la Little Orphan Annie.   She only worked 2 days, she had to go to school and work and it's SO HARD and she spent so much money on her truck and new trucks are so cheap in San Antonio.  [Whatever, bitch.  My daddy doesn't owe you a truck.  My daddy doesn't owe *me* a truck so that's a great big HELL NO to your sorry ass who thought you were too good for us all your life.] She got a $2,300 settlement (I didn't ask why) and didn't get a car then.  She didn't mention what she did, in fact, spend the money on.  My guess is the 2 tons of foundation she uses to cover her nasty skin and the emerald green eye makeup she must have applied with a trowel.  I honestly think her equally attractive sister gave me the eye last time I was down there.  I'm good now so it's cool.  Like my beautiful sister's page says, ""Hating me doesn't make you pretty.""

Around 6 or 7, I had dinner...I still don't think I got everything, but I did duplicate.  Mama made au gratin potatoes per Alex's request the week before and they were goooooooood.  After that, my cousin Juanito showed up, which is fortunate because I talked to him instead of my Meme and Flora when they sauntered in.  Passive aggressive on my part, but I'm ok with that. 

I gave in to dessert around 10.  I was trying to avoid it, but there was a folding card table full of goodies.  I had millionaire cake and some baked apples with the crumbly topping.  Those apples were so damn good.  If I didn't know my sugar was already going to be over 100 in the morning, I would have warmed them up and put ice cream on top.

We also watched Spiderman 2 at some point.  The phone kept ringing all day. Dad's back has been bothering him.  He got a belt at Walgreens.  HELLO?!?  I'm sending him our best lumbar support.  Hard headed old man...  Lemme see....lots of other random crap, but this is already way too long. 

 I went 1) to see my parents and 2) to eat.  Both missions accomplished.

I sleep now?

I am so friggin tired of being sick.  I swear I thought I was gonna cough up a tonsil.  It hurts to cough.  It hurts to breath.  If I breath with my nose, I don't get enough air, if I open my mouth, I look retarded and get dehydrated. 

My plans for tonight are shot.  I just know I'm gonna end up needing a shot.  I'm so not happy.  I actually have to work.  I'm tired.  I'm cranky.  I'm fresh out of give-a-shits and people keep talking to me.  

 Please make them leave me alone.

Just give me my drugs, dammit!

My name is Cindy and I'm sporadically a drug addict. 

Yes, it's true.  I am addicted to Non-drowsy, multi-symptom, severe cold Sudafed.  When I have a cold, it's the one thing that works on all my symptoms.  I buy it whenever I'm sick and my sinuses are taking over my face. 

Last week I purchased the ""new formula"" and it sucked a lot.  I was still sniffly and snot-laden.  Not fun.  Today I went to Walmart to find something else that would hopefully work.  I didn't even see the box with the purple stripe that has always said relief.  I found a plastic square for an alternate medication.  I took it up to the pharmacy to sit and wait.  I was sniffling and sweating and waiting....and waiting.  Finally someone came to help me and I saw it behind the counter!  The original addiction.   

I asked for it as the pharmacy assistant eyed me suspiciously and asked if I wanted BOTH.  Perhaps she mistook my cold and fever symtoms for meth withdrawal.  She clenched the box of other stuff to her chest as  I checked to make sure I had indeed found the original formula.  She eyed me the whole time like I was gonna run with a single box of Sudafed halfway through the Walmart to the door.  Finally I decided to just take my box of Sudafed so she wouldn't alert the feds that I wanted to buy two, whole boxes of over the counter medication. (They already have a file on me)  And then she took my driver's license and made me sign for it.  It's not worth getting sick for the pain in the ass of getting some damn pills.

By comparison, I walked down to the apartment complex across the street, gave the guy with the nose ring $10 and walked away with actual meth.  Now if I can find a way to break it down and get my Sudafed out of it, I'm in business.

Cub Scouts Rule!

Just finished a shower with hot water.  aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh. 

Camping was fun...of course, I didn't really do any of the work so that may have a lot to do with it.  My work friend, Scott, loaned us the tent, for which I am very grateful.  It's huge.  It fit our queen sized air mattress, all our stuff and we still had space left over...we called it the living room. 

When we first got there, I laid out the tarp and the tent and kinda scratched my head becuase I have NO camping experience.  Fortunately, I was surrounded by Boy Scouts and Scout Masters.  Those fine gentlemen set up my tent and helped us unload our stuff in no time.  Big KUDOS to them for being so awesome! 

The pack leaders and den chiefs did all the cooking and cleaning and had lots of activities for the boys.  Between the hiking, wrestling, football and skits, I don't think anyone missed Saturday morning cartoons. 

The entire group played games.  The dens vs. the adults.  We lost everytime, but we tried.  I really thought I was gonna win the limbo contest...until my boobs ran into the pole.  Mr. Jose said to watch the speed bumps.  I blushed and laughed and made it under the second time...the time after that I fell.  It was an excellent ice breaker...and I don't think it will soon be forgotten. 

I had a cold and Alex caught one Friday night so we came home tonight.  I had enough sense to bring my medicine so we were good most of the day.   If the weather were nicer, I gladly would have stayed, but I don't want to risk Alex getting sicker. 

The Scouts are planning another trip in the spring and we'll be there.  Family is welcome...byo sleeping bag.

It'll grow back.

My child has decided that he wants a mohawk.  An actual, honest to goodness mohawk.  I checked with the school principal and he okayed it as long as it's not dyed a funky color. 

He's shaggy and it's time for a haircut, but it's also almost time for him to see my parents.  While the old folks are a lot more mellow now than they ever were when I was 9, I don't know how well that will go over.  Then again, they may not care at all.  I may let him do it and if he hates it, he can get a buzz cut instead.  Hair changes never last...just look at Madonna.

Stuff and whatnot

I've been avoiding blogging cuz the stuff in my head isn't really clear.  I'm hoping that writing it out will help me sort stuff. (Stuff.  I like that word)  I've also been avoiding it because I can't decide whether to let the stalkers read it, or make it private.  Whatever. 

Just today, Josh commented how no one is doing anything on MySpace for about a week.  Josh is in Texas.  More specifically, in the apartment with Kris, the boys and me.  He has lost a lot of weight in the past year.  However, the way he's been eating, I don't see that lasting.

The Cub Scout campout was re-sceduled for this coming weekend.  Alex is very excited about the whole thing.  Fortunately, the weatherman predicts temps in the 70s.  Hotdogs, s'mores, campfire...the smells I'll have to get out of my jeans.  I've never been camping.  The whole prospect makes me uneasy.  Dirt.  Mud.  Other people's children.  Yuck.

Alex has a week off for Thanksgiving.  He has informed me that I need to get him an airline ticket and he'll drive back with us.  Even though he spent most of the summer with Mama, he's just dying to get back there.  I don't think Kris took the weekend off, so we may be taking 2 cars.  Last year we showed up late Wednesday and left Friday morning.  Bleah.

Someone asked why I don't put up ""a more appealing picture.""  I'm not sure why.  Truth in advertising, I suppose.  Most days, I don't wear make-up.  I live in jeans.  Ponytails are easy.  I'm not one of those girls who put up a touched-up glamour shot that's been photo-shopped to make her face look thinner in order to score hook ups and get 2,000 people on her friends list.  My pics look like me.  My friends are my friends and family...they know what I look like.  Why pretend?