Tresa's Blog

That is my foot and no I wasn’t standing on my head, it was just easier to take the photo like that.  The bandage is the big deal, not my blue veins or the chipped toenails (I really do have skinny ankles but all angles made them look like tree trunks, that’s why the weird angle if the truth be known, OK, are you  happy now???).

How did I hurt my foot?

I cut it,

letting the dog out,

last night, on the door,

the back door to our house which isn’t particularly dangerous to most functioning humans.  It’s a really old door and has a piece sort of sticking out @ the bottom.  Evidently I stepped back and although I have calluses on my heels (the older I get the more I think my feet are trying to grow hooves) I guess calluses aren’t that much protection.  the little piece of plastic that is meant to protect the bottom of the door cleanly sliced into my heel about 1/2 inch.

I am not going outside to do gardening until it @ least closes up.  With my luck considering I am the first (and probably the last) person to stab herself with a door I’m not risking getting the heel wet and or dirty.

This is the dog trying to fathom what in the world mama could POSSIBLY be doing as I was taking above picture….

I can see him thinking has she gone nuts.  Why is she holding the phone by her foot?  Why is her foot on the coffee table?  Will I have to help her do something?  I think I’ll sit by Daddy and maybe he will get up and get something to eat?

Oh and this dog? I  don’t mean to be gross but you usually have to keep a wound away from a dog because their instinct is to lick it and try to make it better for you?  Not this dog.  He’s like EWWWWWWW get that THING away from ME, it’s bleeding, what do you think woman I took the Hippocratic oath while you weren’t looking.  Get it out of my SIGHT!!

Or that’s what he looks like to me?  He does run if he thinks you’re bleeding.

I am sorry I didn’t visit blogs or write while I was gone.  I had internet service.  I am lazy.  lazy lazy.  But I did think while going down the road.

I was thinking about how this is my blog and I write what I want and how because it’s MY BLOG.  Sometimes people don’t understand I use sentences that run together and And @ the beginning of a sentence or aint because it suits my purposes.  (OK sometimes I don’t know any better but we can pretend I catch all my mistakes can’t we?)

I also use hyperbole, rhetorical questions, allusion, illusion, preparation h, simile, and ky jelly if necessary to get my point slid across.

I also tilt @ windmills, the rebel without a cause, I spawned two conservative children and I have NO idea how but they think I am nuts.  BUT I play Don Quixote sometimes here BECAUSE I CAN, because it’s MY BLOG!!  And yes I had to look up how to spell Quixote.

I know the last 3 paragraphs have nothing to do with thanksgiving but I thought of the ky jelly line and it seemed too good not to share? I also thought of a blog post about how I lack the farming gene and my families ability to tell the crop and planting date of any field while I’m doing good to even notice them much less identify them but we will save that for another day.

What I’m grateful  for Thanksgiving day 2009:

The ability to blog and to read others blogs and my dear friends I’ve “met” blogging.

The free internet, news services, and press we have in this country.

Of course family and friends, I do have friends, I was just having trouble remembering some of their names because I hadn’t seen them since July?  LOL

Our family having survived the ups and downs of the previous year.  It’s been triumph and tragedy.  Some lost companies because of lost contracts through no fault of their own.  Some lost jobs because they were too temperamental.  (sorry if I scoff @ that one, they spoke up and told the truth and it hurt so they lost their job, imagine my relative having a big mouth? Moi?)  It was over a year ago that I started but I worked outside the home @ a job for the first time in 19 years.   Anyway I did a “real” job and I took orders from people and was a good employee which is not easy after years of “self” employment.  My husband also got a “job” for the first time in 20+ years when he leased his truck onto construction.  From what I hear he was a model employee (except for the time he asked permission to knock somone’s block off from the foreman, foreman said OK?) and was always ahead of everyone else even though he was the oldest one doing what he did. We are back to self employed but you always “work” for someone, if you are boss you “work” for the employees sometimes I think.   Also my brother is shall we say a senior citizen, I don’t know if he’s in like in his second childhood or what (I have doubts he ever left the first) but for an old man he’s not old.  Maybe it’s the race car he has?  He doesn’t drive it anymore but I wouldn’t be surprised if he did.  My husband is of an age where I remember my parents well and I was going through my teenage rebellion.  He’s not old.  I’m thinking we are oblivious or just not aging like previous generations did (due to superior health care or the bilssful oblivion of many drug trips, JUST KIDDING)

Basically we have triumphed over adversity and turned around and made life better and realized what was important and what wasn’t  because of it and I’m thankful for the opportunity and the ability and the health to do it, especially during this time of financial difficulty.  (this is starting to sound like one of those bragging Christmas letters, little Johnnie is now the president of the cub scouts in North America and little Sally has been voted high school prom queen while in kindergarten and they will both attend Yale next year on a full ride scholarship, those kind of letters)

I’m grateful for my home and the ability to not live too close to people most of the time.  I’m grateful for all the “luck” and blessings that have enabled me to enjoy some(most) of lifes riches.

I’m grateful our relatives are still with us this year that were with us last year for the most part. I will miss Lester and Louella (my moms first cousin who married the widow of my dads best friend, got that?) because they were one of the links to my past.  I’m grateful that I was here when one of the closest family friends died.  I’m glad I got the opportunity to know our dog Mugsey.

I’m grateful I’ve sort of beat the fat genes that run in our family and have never seriously been over 160.  I shouldn’t say that because I will blossom (my brother has called me squatty body (say it it rhymes, he’s sometimes amusing, this isn’t one of those times) for years, we cant all be 6′4″ BRO!).  The last time I had a skinny woman ancestor was my great grandmother and her having no teeth may have had something to do with that?

I’m grateful for the man who is sleeping in my bed, (it’s my husband silly) and the dog who is sleeping in the chair, the dog sleeping on the porch, and the cat sleeping in the log cabin.

I’m grateful for the ability to overcome the health problems we have faced over the past year and the ability to “get healthy” disgusting and boring but we are doing it.  No drink, no smoke, no fatty foods, vegetables, very few sweets, sleep regularly, walk, drink water, blaaaahhhh.   BTW I never said I ever quit drinking, I’m the type of person who can have one and quit, or one potato chip.  I’m a sick sick puppy I know.  My husband will tell you how healthy he is and now he’s losing weight.  Did I mention the term ad nauseum?  I would never say those words? 

I’m grateful for the ability to go and stuff ourselves silly tomorrow with many of our close relatives and talk to the others. I am also grateful I can now distinguish most of  my grand-children’s voices over the phone and not call the boys by their mothers names which makes me NOT favorite grandma.  I’m also thankful we all have a way of making a living and/or our driving privledges left.  You know who I’m talking to.

Donnie Osmond won Dancing With The Stars and we missed it!  Sorry but I just couldn’t get behind Mya, I even sent a text vote for Kelley, first time I’ve ever done that and Johanna was GOOD and I think Derek is my nephew, that’s good and clean isn’t it?  When the show came on I thought it was the stupidest thing ever.  Now I’m usually pretty close with guessing how the judges are going to score the couples and how they will criticize them.  I know NOTHING about ballroom dancing or didn’t.  Just thought I”d throw that in there.

I’m grateful I learned how to spell quixote.

I’m on an angels on twitter list! Thanks Starlingpoet!  My family would say if she only knew me……..

I’d better quit.

Happy TURKEY DAY amigos!!

I wrote about Dispatches truck trip on animals that give pause.

Not much time to write but I just had to share this with you. Here’s the link from abc. Now I’m sure the mayor has a law to back this all up but I’m also sure this law was put into effect to prevent you from being a shade tree mechanic on your own front lawn. Basically in Toledo Ohio the police are giving tickets to people who park in their own gravel driveways? I know cities are strapped for cash just like the rest of us but making it impossible and a further financial drain on it’s citizens to even exist in those cities isn’t solving anything, even in OH. This is just plain stupid.

Also this article reminded me of a story that was told to me by an executive in a shipping company in Wisconsin. Said executive had several children, one of the boys got married and the new parents-in-law and his wife went down to Arkansas from Wisconsin to meet the in laws. People from Arkansas are really going to think I’m mean after this one but some of my best friends live in Arkansas. Anyway the daughter-in-law told her parents-in-law to turn left @ the house that had a washer and dryer and a couple couches sitting in front of the house, (that wasn’t her parents house, it was just a turning point) then turn right @ the house that had the car on blocks in the front yard and the dog pens and orange stuffed chairs sitting outside (another turning point) and go on one mile or something like that. Rick thought the daughter-in-law was kidding but she was giving precise detailed driving directions. This was several years ago, we have become more homogenized since then as to the appearance of our lawns and homes but I used to notice the sharp differences between states and the appearance of homes and lawns in each. Driving to Wisconsin from Missouri through Illinois or going further east to Ohio was like “where do these people get their time and money to make their homes look like THIS?” (Also with all the new Mc Mansions going up previously it was like, how come there are so many rich people now but we know they weren’t really rich, just in above their heads) No I don’t have appliances or stuffed furniture outside but I’m sure within 5 miles you can find some. I’m also not above letting the dogs have a pop bottle to play with if they leave it laying on the lawn and I do have a fish stringer and fishing line from the boys laying by the back door plus a pair of my husbands rubber boots, I’m hoping the rain washes the mud off of them eventually?

Just my viewpoint. Have to go get gas for the mower after that little diatribe. I can’t mow I don’t think though, buckhorns and clover that we call lawn is getting tall but we have had like 4 inches of rain in the past 24 hours. Part of my lawn furniture was 100 ft from the house and the glass table blew over, it’s never blown over before, hopefully the storms are over for awhile. Photos are my lawn, not Ohio.