The beat goes on~

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my blindness makes you pretty

I popped my contacts out, so I’m flying blind here, just got up to check on the boys, boy # 2 is crashed out, boys 1 & 3 are still awake watching a low budget movie….I got my coffee pot ready for tomorrow, flip of the switch, power goes on and that magical morning brew is ready to deliver life enhancing energy…or something like that….

Tomorrow I need to get my car fueled up for Monday’s return to hell…otherwise known as Austin, which wouldn’t be hell, but since I only get to go see doctors I will consider it hell, if I was going there to visit, shop, eat or have fun then I would be kinder in my description. I should have had boy # 1 do that since I had him use my car, maybe I’ll get him to do that tomorrow, I’m sure he won’t mind using my car in exchange for feuling her up.

Also on my agenda will be moving summer stuff around and pulling out fall & winterish stuff out…not that I really need to do that, I’ve been living in pj’s for the last 4 months or so, I rarely wear actual clothes anymore which kinda sucks as Ihave a bunch of jeans I bought before this ordeal…clothes don’t work very well with my shell.

Boy # 2 is now awake…and coming in here to terrorize me, got to love these boys. I will need to send them out for milk tomorrow morning, I feel like making french toast, I’m sure they will enjoy that.

Well I don’t have much to report…I gave up on getting any idiots on the phone, I’ll work on that again next week, I lost the motivation after getting my mail and looking at a bill for $10,000+  for one of my doctors….guess now I know where my 401K is going….sheesh what next….

Happy thoughts…I made cake, cake was good, is good, I didn’t eat it all…yet…tomorrow I will work on it….good night my peeps & peepettes.

 

An idiots explanation of color choice

Mother nature saw fit to give me beautiful brown almond shaped eyes…I think they are almond…and I think they are beautiful…my thinking may be skewed, but anyhoo…that’s what I think….

The shape of my beautiful eyes
The shape of my beautiful eyes

I am blind, not legally blind, not seeing- eye- dog -white -cane- blind- but- you- look- beautiful- blind.

Thankfully I am not there yet
Thankfully I am not there yet

So every year I go and get my eyes gouged…I mean checked…my wallet gets gouged…and every year I’m a wee bit blinder…distance vision is my problem, if you are in my face I see you just fine, but if you want me to see how beautiful you are just stand back….it works for me…I stand in front of a mirror, mind you…not too close…and I say to myself….self…you look awesome….

I am awesome!
I am awesome!

So anyway…every year I have a choice to make, being that I also have astigmatism my choices are small, 4 color choices is all I have, blue, grey, green and brown…and of course clear.

I'll show you fresh
I'll show you fresh

I have been criticized for trying to pull off the Mexican with blue eyes thing before…duh…like Mexicans can’t have blue eyes, both of my grandfathers had blue eyes. I have cousins with green eyes, blue eyes, grey, hazel…but not clear….anyway, this year I was going to go with brown….but when I tried the samples I decided I’d go for the pop of grey….whatever I’m paying for them so I get to pick whatever….but here’s the funny thing….I don’t do color because I’m trying to pull off any specific look….this is what happens, and it can only happen to someone as brilliant as myself….when I am wearing clear contacts and I’m either doped up, drunk, asleep, or half awake I can’t tell if I have contacts on….so I end up either putting on a second set of contacts over the ones already on my eyeballs or scratching my corneas off trying to pull out my clear contact lenses….

So there you have it….I’m just trying to keep my eyeballs scratch free.

Save the eyeballs, stay pretty and blind free
Save the eyeballs, stay pretty and blind free

Oh and look beautiful with my blue, green, grey or brown eyes….

I cut myself ~ Just to see if I would bleed

I cut myself to see if I would bleed
I cut myself to see if I would bleed

…and bleed I did, like a mofo….and I didn’t cut myself in an Emo kind of way…more like I was trying to shave and I shaved off a chunk of skin on that spot on your ankle, ladies, you know the spot, I”m sure….so anyway I was dripping blood all over the bathroom floor, trying to clean it up, screaming for a band aid….before that I did some more screaming…I was stepping out of my bedroom and I had already taken out my contacts as I was going to jump in the shower…well when I opened the door I saw a huge ass spider, like a tarantula…a big ass hairy spider of the Theraphosidae family, so I was screaming for Bert AKA Coven my oldest and badass spider killer mom saver son, so when he comes over to see why I am screaming bloody murder he sees what I am pointing at, flips on the hallway light and starts laughing at me. Andrew my second badass spider killing mom saver son comes up to see what is going on and they inform me that the tarantula is simply a big ass hairball. Not hair from a big ass, but from my head…I don’t know how it is that I am not bald…I swear it looked like a big ass hairy spider….sheesh…so I go in search of my lint roller brush and drop it down on the floor where I can roll it over my killer hairball. Why does this shit happen to me? Why do I have to be so blind that I cannot see well enough to tell a hairball from a spider? Anywho I proceeded to roll the damn lint roller all over my bedroom floor…lots more potential “Spiders” were rolled up…at least I won’t have to be taking the vaccuum cleaner apart to get all the hair off the roller….I may start looking at a wig….

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