Driving Mister Daisy

Driving Miss Daisy

I no longer have pity for Morgan Freeman. At least he was not married to Miss Daisy. AND – he got paid to drive her butt around.

I, however, am married to Mister Daisy (a.k.a. Hubby). Who does not thank me for driving him around, let alone pay me. I don’t want to rant about hubby too much. He is not a happy man with only 1/4 of his vision, and I get that.

So, I’m just going to explain (in a non-ranting way) how our lives are going these days.

Mr. Daisy hates me driving him around. He wants to do all the driving himself, but he is not allowed to since his eye surgery.

He doesn’t trust my driving ability. He hates staying awake on long trips because he wants to navigate me. Sure, I get lost and turned around sometimes, but I think this is what they call “the blind leading the blind”. It’s amazing we get anywhere.

The longer our drive, the “snippier” he gets. My TMJ is flaring up from the stress of keeping my mouth shut and trying not to cry. I don’t handle snippy very well.

My lack of depth-perception alarms Mr. Daisy greatly. He says I’m “running off the road”.  I say he’s not used to being on the right-side of the car. I know from personal experience that things look a lot scarier from there. He swears he feels tires leaving the road.

I don’t argue anymore. I just say “whoops!” and hope it pisses him off.

😉

49er’s Squeak By Eagles

4th week of the NFL and I am exhausted. My 49er’s are 3-1 (Yeah!!) after beating the Eagles today –  by 1 little point.

I had to take aspirin and a nap after the game because of my Force induced headache. My fingernails are chewed up and the inside of my right cheek is gnawed raw. The TMJ is beginning to add to the misery. I just don’t handle game day stress like I used to.

What is a Force induced headache? It’s when you concentrate with every ounce of your being, to will the play(s) to go your teams way. I had to use the Force a lot today. It paid off in the last half of the game when we  got our Mo-Jo going, and took the game back. Whew! That one was too, too close.

I don’t really believe that I can influence the game.  I also don’t believe that I help 737’s overcome gravity and gain altitude. And I certainly do not believe that using the Force, crossing my fingers and chanting “please, please, please” will fix the computer system I’m working on.

But then, why take any chances?

Diary of a Nicotine Addict: Week One

May 27th, 2011

Dear Diary,

I think smoking dampens your sex drive.

After a week of not doing it (smoking, that is), I am starting to think about doing you know what.  Often.  I have not been this frisky in years. I hope this is a lasting side-effect.

My TMJ has really acted up the past few days. I must be clenching my teeth, or sucking too hard on my little candies. Whatever is causing it has to stop – the pain is incredible. And yes, I am doing my jaw exercises and not chewing gum. I need Motrin, ice and a Valium. Two out of the three will have to suffice.

I pray that it’s not an abscessed tooth disguised as TMJ.  This would not surprise me much. It is a holiday weekend and things like that happen to me, when my dentist’s office is closed or he’s on vacation. He vacations a lot more since he got me for a patient. I’m pretty sure my bad teeth has paid for either his BMW or his boat too.

Anyway, I am rambling (OK, bitching). Need to stir the green chili burrito meat and take my ice pack to bed for a nap. Maybe I’ll have a fabulous dream….