Dr Friend

I have known Dr. Friend for years.
I knew him before he became my doctor.
That's why I call him Dr. Friend.

I take full advantage of that friendship.
I admit that I talk back to him, self diagnose,
disagree with his diagnosis, remind him of memorable
embarrassing moments at inappropriate times and I
have even accused him of wanting to 'scope' me just so
could have some ammunition ofhis own.

I think he really likes it when I
have an appointment.

So I went to see Dr. Friend whose PA
pronounced me possessed depressed.

I was there for a follow up on the high blood pressure
reading I had last time. The time I promised him
that if he would hold off on the medication
I would walk. 
I promise!
For real!

So...he gave me a month.

I knew that if I went in this time and was honest
about all of my various complaints that out would
come the Depression checklist.

I was honest. I said that I couldn't sleep.
I'm always tired. I'm grumpy, fat and I worry a lot.

She got Dr Friendly. She told me she was
going to tell him she thought I was depressed.

Sigh.
Out it came. The list.

Do you feel sad?
Yes, Duh. My mom just
died and so did my cat. Not that they were on the
same par but still.....come on!
As if my mom dying isn't enough?
My cat!
Dies too!
Jeez.

Are you sleeping well?
No. Not since I spent several days functioning on
two hours of sleep at night and a two hour nap during the day.

Huh?
Well I couldn't leave her. I couldn't trust anyone else
to watch her breathe like I could. I had help. 
I just couldn't leave her.

Have you been exercising?
(Smile) Yeah right.
Like that's gonna happen.
Oh shoot! I was gonna try
to avoid that confession.

Are you anxious? Worried?
Well, only about making the four mortgages and
if Governor Traitor will furlough me more and if
we will ever sell or rent any of these houses and
who I will be working with next yearand....
well the list goes on.
Because worry? It's what I do best.

In the end, I left with instructions to exercise
(and he doesn't care if I'm too tired or not just do it),
eat healthier and up that medication that NO ONE ever
wants me to skip.

Whatever...
He's bossy.

Anyway, my blood pressure was perfect.

Just sayin'.............................

I was in the dog house a while back....


I just wanted to help.


Tony has been trying to keep up three yards.


I thought that I would do one yard a day that week
so that he could spend his weekend on projects he
really wanted to do.


So I mowed our front yard one day.  It's scary because
we have this one bank that is almost a cliff.  I found out
that sometimes you have to go up and down the cliff hill
and not across because lawn mowers CAN tip over.


The next day I mowed our back yard. 

The backyard that looks
like this from the top.

And like this from the botttom.

Yeah....scary.

Of course I congratulated myself the rest of
the day.  After all, I braved the sufficating
heat and the scary cliffs in the front AND backyard. 
I figured I gotta be racking up points in the
-I'll bet none of your friends' wives mow
the huge scary yards etc'-catagory of
Reasons Why Ann should Get Her Way This Time.

Having recieved sufficient praise and kudos
from the aforementioned spouse I decided
to tackle the yard at his former house that we
are using as a storage facility for all the stuff
we've been too lazy to move to the new house
,take to Goodwill or sell.  preparing to rent.

Front yard-easy!

Back yard-Ummmm...
that would be the yard that broke the lawn
mower.  The one he lurves! 

The grass was probably taller than the mower I was riding on.  No problem. 
I just had to use the highest setting, take it slow and things would be just fine.

I first noticed a problem when BLACK smoke began pouring from the engine
area. Using my MENSA like deductive skills to determine that there was a
problem, I quickly cut the engine off.

Then I exited the yard. 

And drove home.

The phone conversation later that day went like this:

Him-Hey, I just thought of something. You aren't gonna go try to mow the yard at my old house
are you?

Me-Um, yeah I did.

Him-Okay, well you just mowed the front, right?

Me-Well....no.

Him-Oh.  Please tell me you didn't use the
love of my life
mower I love more than you
red mower.

Me-........................................................
Yeah, I'm gonna need to talk to you  about that.

That's about all of the conversation I can write here and still claim that
this is a family friendly blog........

Anyway, I was just trying to help.

Just sayin'...........

A Summertime Country Dinner

Oh. My. Goodness!

Fried cube steak,
buttery corn,
black eyed peas,
cherry tomatoes and
fresh cucumbers.

Is it wrong to lick your
plate if you're the cook?

Just asking!

Lazy Days of Summer?

I know it has been a long time between posts but it isn't from lack of trying.  I have a few posts in my drafts folder and maybe I can finish them up this week. 


I've been staying busy though...


refinishing furniture
Facebook
mowing the grass here
painting shelves in the laundry room
sweeping up dog hair
unpacking the last few boxes
reading blogs
mowing the grass at Tony's old house
vacuuming up dog hair
crocheting baby hats
driving the mom taxi
checking out craft ideas on the internet 
Facebook
cleaning up dog hair
Mowing the grass at my old house
reading Stephen King's The Dome
painting furniture
rearranging furniture
cursing dog hair
Facebook


You get the picture.


Just sayin'.