Hello, Blogger Friends.
It's November, and I'm back.
Wow, what a month already.
Yes, of course I voted. Yes, I am happy with the blue tsunami.
But something inside tells me it's gonna get ugly until he dies or is gone.
The morning of voting, I got up very early for me. I showered/brushed my teeth, and did what needed to be done, and off I went. We agreed Rick would go later since he can't get up early.
I got there at 7am. In public at 7am, that alone tells you how much I wanted to vote! I came home and crawled into bed for an hour, and then Rick got up to vote. We were happy of the outcomes, as well as the stupid commercials we've all had to endure.
Did you see what DC did? OMG I love them. First they erected a statue of Epstein and Trump.
Now it's of trump and his bone spurs. Too Funny.
** In other news over the past month.
I saw a meme of Joe Walsh. You know the musician from James Gang and The Eagles. I couldn't agree more with this statement.
**A trend happening is wide-leg jeans/pants or bell bottoms.
I have a rule that applies 90% of the time.
"If you wore it the first time it was in style, you're too old to do it again"
I can't believe I wore wide-leg jeans. I put them on now, and I look like I'm drowning in fabric. I look even shorter.
What was I thinking? Oh sure, at 15 it was the cool look.
A person 5' or under does not look good in wide-leg pants.
If I wear a pair of Levi's straight-leg, I don't look shorter or wider.
That is what I learned for me.
**Every time I turn on my phone, another rock singer or band member is dying.
Donnie Iris. I think he may have been more regional. His band played my hometown a lot, and I met them while at the beach. He gave us tickets to the show.
Happened with the Michael Stanley Band too. Same scenario. Frocklicking at the beach, these guys approached us, and we hung out all day, and then they told us who they were and gave us tickets to the show. And my father was worried about bars and the like. The beach was happenin' in the summer!
Then I read Gerry Rafferty and Billy Squire died. This is a sign of old age.
All your favorite musicians dying. I don't even understand how groups of my generation are even touring. My God, the Stones are well into their 80s.
Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'n Roll did very well for them.
**We had a scary night a few weeks ago. We were sleeping.
I heard commotion and opened my eyes. I saw Rick holding something to his face. His back was to me. I asked what was wrong, and he said he had a bloody nose.
Oh, this was not just a bloody nose. It was Niagara Falls out of his nose.
It was pouring.
Our master bath looked like a Dateline episode. The sheets looked like a homicide had occurred. He refused to go to the ER. Yes, It was 1:30am. He insisted it would stop. He is on a blood thinner. The stuff you put on a cut, should you receive one, is called Blood Stop. He dipped a kleenex in it and put it up his nose. It did not work. Nothing was working. My stubborn husband still refused to go to the ER.
I got dressed as if we were going because, well, damn it, he was going.
At 3 a.m., he agreed to go. I think I wore him down.
They stopped it with Afrin. The nurse was great, and the doctor was the cutest little blonde pixie of a woman. She was so perky at that hour.
Rick liked her, of course.
They were concerned about the amount of blood he was losing. They did some blood work and told him to follow up with his doctor.
Who he sees next week. But he hasn't had many more. Just one, and we stopped it with Afrin.
Talk about scary. They gave us a plethora of things to take home if there were issues. Afrin was one of them.
I have not had a bloody nose. I don't count when I broke my nose. Just a random bloody nose never happens to me. Thank goodness. It was scary, and I told him I've had enough of him scaring me over the last few years. He is done with that shit.
He laughs and says he'll do his best.
**It's the time of year I dislike with a passion. I do not enjoy the holidays.
We are not going north for them, and no one is coming here, so there is no reason for all that fuss of cooking, thank goodness.
I hate turkey; I can't have stuffing and the rest is eh.😝
Rick likes turkey, so I will buy a butterball turkey breast. No sense in a big bird for one.
I only liked sweet potatoes at Thanksgiving. Thank God half the table was American and the other was Italian. I ate lasagna, antipasto, etc. Rick happens to love this horrible carrot casserole my mom would make. I will make that for him too. His stuffing is great, but now since I can't have it we will make it for one.
Dessert too.
We do our blessing of thanks, and that's it for us. We don't watch football so it's not our holiday.
Then the big dreaded holiday next. Ba Humbug!
**I attempted to go to the library, and it was closed. There was a sign saying closed until November 6th. But it's still not open.
Apparently they were working on the roof, and everyone in the library was getting sick. Employees and readers. The fumes started first, it was stated then everyone became ill. So it was closed until this was fixed.
There are boxes in front to drop your books, but since no one is working, they aren't being emptied. That's kind of nice if you didn't finish your book and needed more time. I dropped mine in the box because I was finished.
**Rick and I loved the Netflix show The Diplomat.
But season 4 was da bomb! We binged it. We stayed up so late to watch this. I wish we did not have to wait a year for the next season!
Are you watching it? Ooooh, in season 4, Alison Janey is an absolute bitch with a capital B. It is so damn good.
I hope everyone reading this has a super happy Family Thanksgiving!
My tip: Wear elastic pants
