My Littlest Angel

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Thanks Scully

Thank you Scully! I know you'll protect me from the Crazy Quilt!

A Blur

In our trailer my closet runs from one end of the bedroom

to the other end, with a small portion enveloping the hot

water heater.

After the December 2007 flood our trailer

shifted enough to crack the long shelf that housed the

metal closure for hanging clothes. My closet was "packed."

The longest pole I could find for a closet without going

bankrupt was eight foot and way too short. No good. So, I

bought plastic shelves and one of those small racks for

hanging clothes on.

Needless to say I gave a plethora of clothes and other

items away.

Yesterday, I rearranged my bedroom several times, trying

to find a look I liked. I did this until I was ready to go out

and pimp my ass for a Valium.

I put the shelves together and the hanging rack.

After this I made homemade vegetable soup and began

watching a comedy, western zombie movie with Scully. Yes,

that is no misprint, a comedy, western zombie movie.

Around midnight, I was exhausted and tried to get some

sleep.

(I dug out a laptop earlier that hadn't been updated in

three months. With dial up it had been downloading all day,

all through the night and is still going strong today.)

2AM: Computer light still blaring, shut the lid. Go to

bathroom. Ben comes in to tell me I need to allow myself to

have some fun.

3AM: While fluffing pillows I scratched my hand against

stupid mirrors that the past owners welded to the walls. It

turns out they aren't plastic at all and the liquid I kept

feeling on my hand was blood. (The glass is so sharp, I

didn't even feel it cut.) Up to bathroom, wash blood off

hand, Neosporin, band-aid. Back to bed. Then I, lick my

lips, taste blood. Back to bathroom. Wiped my face earlier

thinking the liquid was sweat. I looked like I'm ready for a

war dance. Wash face. Dry. Back to bed. Back to bathroom,

moisturize. Back to bed, fluff pillows, avoid mirrors.

4AM: Toss two pillows off bed.

4:30AM: Get pillows off floor put back on bed. Kick dog out

of room.

5:00AM: Back to bed. Comfy, settle in. New "closet hanging

rack" tips over on top of me. I'm now covered with

clothes.Throw all the clothes on the floor.

Get pillows off

floor put back on bed. Think about Valium again, too tired

to pimp my ass.

6:00AM: Get up fix coffee, extra caffiene!!! Find Scully's

duct tape and FIX "closet hanging rack."

6:30AM Get pillows off floor put back on bed.

7:00AM Decide to stay up. I fear the pillows are plotting

against me.

Snow

It has been awhile since I have blogged but life happens.

Our Easter Sunday was a quiet one. I baked a marinated pork loin, mashed potatoes and steamed corn. This was the first time my husband and I experienced Chipotle. Chipolte isn’t terrible but it isn’t our thing. I won’t buy another one of those. Above you can see Skully and Mrs. Skully's Granddaughter finding an Easter egg!

Presently we are getting a lot of snow! A little unusual for southwestern Washington this time of year. (Thank you Walt. hee-hee!) It’s pretty though and makes the fragrance of my baking turkey kind of holiday-ish. I wonder if we have any gelled cranberries??

Directv just went out so now you know how hard it is snowing here...

Blustery February

Alas, poor, poor February. It has such a long rap sheet, for the shortest month, even when supporting 29 days. Most the time the weather is cold and depressing, far too grey. February’s all about collecting forms for taxes. Spoiling loved ones with Valentine’s gifts and having the empty checkbook to prove it.
This year for February I’m hoping the insurance nightmare from the flood damage ends. Oh, please end!
Many people have written me to tell me they are having snow while spring flowers are breaking through it. Personally, I kind of like that.
It is almost noon and I am just finishing up my first cup of coffee. I poured the cup over an hour ago and it is as cold as the blowing wind outside. Skully (my one and only) wrinkles his nose at my cold coffee drinking. I suppose I will go top it off with hot coffee to hike the temp up to lukewarm.
Are there any Techies out there? In Microsoft Word when I end a sentence I have to hit two spaces before I start my next sentence. Or, get one of those wavy green lines under the period requesting another space bar touch. Is there a way to change this so I can just have one space in between? Thanks in advance.

I hate Meeses to Pieces

I always rallied for Pixie and Dixie. Those two cute cartoon characters with the sweet little voices. I always thought that Jinxy got his come uppance and that was that. Lately my mind has taken a cold turn. Now, I'm thinking Pixie and Dixie were huge dogs in mice clothing. Poor Jinxy.



The first month back in our flood damaged neighborhood my Sea-husband Skully trapped and killed near 30 varmints. Through the night we would hear "pop" and know we had another one. That would be the traps "popping."



I have severe adversions to small, hairy, destructive and pooping animals running over my possessions. Everytime I find droppings, I have to clean with antibacterial solutions, spray with antibacterial solutions and then shower with antibacterial soaps.



I am not insensitive to the small animal's plights, they were misplaced too. Misplaced, right in my face. Did I say I am not insensitive to their plight? Well, until the first one ran across my bedroom floor. Now it is different. "D-CON take them away."



Other than blowing up our rental or going clock tower sniper onto Pixie and Dixie, what's left? Neither solution would make our landlord happy.



Now, the furballs are even mocking me. I found mouse droppings and D-con in my favorite red leather purse. "BAS*ARDS!" (In my best New York City accent.)



Well, I am thankful to have walls even if they move inside from mice. On a good note, neighbors are slowly replacing insulation and putting walls back up, heating their homes to dry them out and leaving crumbs from quick lunches, so we are sharing mice again. Now I can stop catching mice, sneaking them over to other homes and leaving them on front porches.



You know I would never really never do that. Me touch a mouse??? I don't think so friend.



If this sounds like it isn't over, it isn't.



Goodnight

Welcome To My Blog!

Hi y'all!
Mrs. Skully here.
You might know me as USS Ben's wife, aka Skully's wench.
I'm starting this blog to write whatever comes to mind, and I hope y'all like it.
Thanks!