I'M BAAAAAAACK!!

I got a glimpse this morning of a program on HGTV regarding building dream homes, renovating homes for people in need (really?)etc...etc. The topic made me think about the fact that unless I win the lottery one day, I'll be living in this mobile home for the rest of my life.

Why isn't there MHGTV? Mobile Home & Garden TV? Why is it that we never see a swarm of HGTV celebs putting in landscaping for some old couple in a mobile home or renovating another one for a family living in one because it's all they can afford?

I understand there's a stigma that comes along with living in a mobile home but it's really not fair. I've seen plenty of stick built homes turned into piles of shit because no one cares for one reason or another. 

There are some of us out there that actually sort of care about our mobile homes. We've invested a small fortune in metallic tape, Gorilla tape, duct tape and zip ties to keep this place together. We do our own plumbing, paint our roof when rusting starts to appear and make sure the windows holding the a/c units are sealed with plastic sheeting so rain can't pour in and rot the walls. We also keep the leaves out of what's left of the cheap ass rain gutters. 

I digress. Sorry. Anyway, imagine how many mobile homes could be renovated for the price of building one new "dream home"? So in short, people shouldn't judge others because they live in a mobile home. They simply can't afford to buy a stick built or even a new mobile. Housing costs are ridiculous so you take what shelter you can afford. We are fortunate. Our MH is paid for along with the land it sits on. No mortgage buys a lot of life preserving resuscitation tools for this old Home Sweet Mobile Home.

The Post Formerly Known as "Draft"

Not sure why it takes so long for me to come up with anything remotely interesting for this blog. I guess I have to face the fact that I am not meant to be a "blogger". I sometimes wish I could be more prolific at blogging, but after thinking it over a minute or two I change my mind.

I started this thing with such gusto then life steps in and screws up the momentum and the thought processes which were slim to none to begin with.

Since the last time I was here there's been a birth, a stolen car, a new dog, a couple of health scares, a retirement and a vow to stop celebrating Christmas.

I owe this visit to a dear friend. We lost touch for a bit but recently reconnected on the dreaded FaceBook. She mentioned her blog and it reminded me that I had one tucked away somewhere covered in dust, cobwebs and sad attempts at interesting blog fodder. I hope she's happy!!

Wet Suit Abuse

It’s time for hubby to consider some hearing assistance. We had turned off the volume to the tv in order to listen to some interesting stuff coming across the police scanner.

After capturing a bad guy one of the deputies called in for more info on him. He had a lengthy history of law breaking ways including drugs, assault on a law enforcement officer and “intimidating a wetsuit”. What? Hubby asks me “did they say intimidating a wet suit”? Of course all I can do is burst out laughing but finally compose myself long enough to tell him they said “intimidating a witness”. Good grief.     

A POX ON THEE AUTISM!!

First let me start off by announcing "AUTISM SUCKS". For my son it's akin to having a terminal, terminal disease. There is no cure. I don't care how many people claim that diet, strict routines, behavioral modification and other questionable methods "cure" Autism because they don't. I have yet to see Breaking News about the discovery of a cure for Autism and until I do my son will not be a guinea pig for snake oil salesmen/women.

I have to admit though that in recent weeks I have resorted to searching for better vitamins, and chewable protein and probiotic pills. He is also being given very low doses of Melatonin in hopes of helping him sleep more comfortably. 

This is a non-verbal 20 year old young man and every time I have to shave him, brush his teeth, bathe him, change his disposable undies, change the soiled bedding or beg him to please try using the computer..I cry. I can't talk to strangers on the phone or in person about our son without choking up so bad that all I can do is make a few croaking sounds. He never sees this. My husband only sees this if he starts saying things like "aw, poor fella" about our son.

HOLY SHIT!!

Why is there a need for such a critter? Hubby was in his shack....er...workshop looking for twine to string off our above-ground pool when he noticed this thing next to his head! What the hell? We had to run a few errands and left the monster in a plastic container in the kitchen. I warned hubby that when we got home and I discover that the lid has been removed....he was in BIG trouble. Thankfully the spider was still imprisoned in his bubble gum container. After allowing it to pose for a few good pictures we released it in our neighbors yard!

Before you get all teary eyed over our kind hearts for releasing it....think again. Neither one of us had the nerve to kill it! Not because we didn't want to, we were afraid it would fight back! We chose to unleash it on the neighbors. 

I Said "EDGE" Not EGGS"!

One night while watching tv, a commercial comes on featuring the band U2. Personally I didn't realize they were still together but then I keep my pills in daily dispensers so there ya go.

Anyway, hubby asked if I was sure it was U2. I said "yes, because I see Edge" To that he says.."EGGS"!?!? Oh good grief. I said "EDGE"...not "EGGS". It gets worse yet more hilarious every day around here.

A Brief Note.

When last we spoke I was discussing hubby's hernia operation and the results. So far, so good regarding his health. Sadly our family has suffered some major losses in recent months. We mourn the passing of my Brother-in-law and our Dear Sweet Mom. Enough said.