Riding the Rollercoaster

Well...hello there...I have been gone for awhile I see. Life has been rather chaotic these last couple of months and I am just now to the point where I feel that I can write something coherent.

First my beloved cousin passed away just before Christmas and then my Christmas vacation was a mess. I had to cut it short due to a blizzard warning and then came home to a biblical flood and four feet of water in the basement. Nine days without hot water. Shuttling back and forth from the hotel to the house. Dogs in the vet. Me still trying to work amidst the chaos.

Made the decision to try and look for a house to buy. Thought I had found the perfect one the first day only to find out it had been sold and the internet had not been updated. Gutted! I kept looking but could not find a good house in my price range in Carthage so expanded to Joplin. Then another cousin died. We were not as close as myself and Connie were but it was still distressing none the less. Trying to shop for a house, dealing with grief, trying to pack in anticipation of moving, working, worrying about Fiona's decreasing mobility...life was a mess.

I found a house and was (and am) overjoyed with it. It is ME. My little hobbit house. But now came the stress of moving. Packing, inspections, paperwork, phone calls, having to ask for help moving...all the stress and excitement one girl could handle. Especially one who is not all that adept at handling a lot of change all at once. Not to mention the patience of a gnat. My poor realtor was SO patient.

The house closed a week early. I moved that weekend trying to take advantage of the day off on President's Day. My new house looks like the old house threw up in it but I am working on it slowly. I finally got the kitchen put together. It took forever to find my silverware for some reason. It was quite the adventure trying to get that huge turkey platter I bought my grandma up in a cabinet. It is wedged in an unnatural fowl position but I never use it so it should be fine. Why do I still have it? No clue.

Hopefully I will get more stuff cleared away this weekend. It's beginning to bug even me. My stress levels seem to be returning to normal. My homicidal impluses from earlier this week seem have abated. My hormones must have shifted back to their normal dysfunction. Aside from my brush with death at lunchtime today I seem to be doing much better. Oh...lunchtime death interlude...I will steal the story from my FB post rather than retype it here...

I went home for lunch and took the dogs out and then came in to eat my double quarter pounder with cheese. Whilst eating I choked like I do and went into a really horrible asthma attack. Nasty! I ran to the bathroom with my arms in the air trying to clear my airway. Sat there on the toilet thinking this could possibly be it. I am going to die on the toilet like Elvis. Every time I coughed I got an unbearable pain in my arms. I was on the verge of tears when it finally calmed ...down. At this point I realized two things...Baker was in my lunch and I had to change clothes to go back to work. I come out of the bathroom and sure enough he had eaten the other half of my burger. I almost cried and then I almost killed him. It took a great deal of self restraint to only smack him on the ass with the McDonald's bag. Both scary and infuriating at the same time. Now he will probably poop all over the house since I can't be there to let him out when it hits. Can this day be over now please?

We all survived and hopefully we shall get off this rollercoaster soon. I am too old for rollercoasters and I am out of Dramamine.