Gardening, Health, June's stupid life, Marvin

Spring. A lovely time to deal with your fibroids.

Spring in the South is lovely. My feeling is for every time you have to see a Confederate flag, you also get to see this:

Bloomy
That's one of the trees in my front yard. Isn't it pretty? And pink?

Also, my next-door neighbor, Peg, has a white dogwood mixed together with a pink dogwood and my purple-y tree is hanging right next to it like this:

Pinkandotherpink
Okay. Trust me. It's more exciting and blossom-y in real life.

Fleurs
Look at that rogue dandelion trying to be all casual back there. "Me? No! I'm not a bad influence on the other flowers! I won't SPREAD everywhere and be a menace! I won't invite the wild onion into your yard! What you mean?"

Whatpile
Also too, the City offered free wood chips to anyone who wanted them, and our whole neighborhood looks like an ant farm. We all have these mounds of chips that no one can use up, and everyone is getting terribly generous with their wood chips all of a sudden.

Don't you hate it when people say "all the sudden"? I also hate it when people say "regiment" when they mean "regimen." "I've been using my skin regiment for years, and I still break out."

Sigh.

Anyway, I am having a wood chip giveaway, if anyone wants any.

Also too too, I am having my delightful fibroids removed next Thursday in an outpatient procedure. They are kind of shaving them off. I'm certain you want to hear every detail. The day I get my fibroids removed coincides with the day Marvin leaves, so I lose fibroids, cats and a husband all on the same day.

My mother is coming to town that day, anyway, and we were planning on getting the HELL out of here so I don't have to watch Marvin go. So after my procedure, we are staying at a fancy hotel nearby where I can recover.

The bright side of all this is that I will no longer wake up to this every day:

Sink
See the sink? See the dishwasher? See how close they are?

See
Let's review. Sink.

Sinkndwasher
Dishwasher.

WHY CAN'T MARVIN'S DISHES MAKE THEIR WAY IN THERE? They are AN INCH from the dishwasher! And yet every morning I get up and put his dishes in the dishwasher, as they are in the sink. So I know there is one week left of doing that. Perhaps every time I get sad, I could refer to these pictures.

Kind of like the Confederate flag/spring blossoms thing.

 

169 thoughts on “Spring. A lovely time to deal with your fibroids.”

  1. ykwia, Hulkie may be onto something there!! After I was divorced when I was 30, I got me a young stud boyfriend and that certainly seemed to help!
    Oh, and the talking part, too. Lots of therapy. LOTS.
    By the time I was 35 I had met my wonderful husband and it was just a whole different ballgame. After round one, I learned what I really needed and what I really can’t stand. I also learned to value myself and not be defined by my relationship with a man. I was totally content to be on my own forever and live with my wonderful housemate – that’s when I met the keeper!! : )
    It does get better and time really helps. Best of luck to you.

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  2. You could call it Marbroid day. You’re having a Marbroid-ectomy. One day it’ll be funny.

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  3. My old boss, The Loathsome Toad, pronounced solder as soul-der. I didn’t correct him even when he was preparing for a huge meeting/presentation with mega clients. I can only pray he was embarrassed beyond repair. I hated/hate him that much.

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  4. My old boss, The Loathsome Toad, pronounced solder as soul-der. I didn’t correct him even when he was preparing for a huge meeting/presentation with mega clients. I can only pray he was embarrassed beyond repair. I hated/hate him that much.

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  5. My old boss, The Loathsome Toad, pronounced solder as soul-der. I didn’t correct him even when he was preparing for a huge meeting/presentation with mega clients. I can only pray he was embarrassed beyond repair. I hated/hate him that much.

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  6. My boss uses “hooha” when she is referring to a big deal or snafu. I think of that as another term for girly bits. I prefer brouhaha. Is it just me?

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  7. ykwia-
    A rollin the hay with a stud internet guy might help…
    WHAT???

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  8. thanks everyone. yes, therapist said today…drinking only kills you the slow way. trying hard to choose good things when all you want is the pain to go away is hard. she also suggested divorce recovery group. *sigh*

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  9. My boss, the freakin’ REGIONAL VICE PRESIDENT, uses the phrase “abreasted” when someone has kept him abreast of something. He calls the library, the “liberry” and uses segment instead of segue, when changing topics. I can’t make eye contact with my coworkers during meetings and my tongue is a bloody stump from biting it. Oh, and I also hate it when people use “supposably”.
    As for getting past a divorce, join a divorce recovery group. And journaling helped me, too. I will refrain from posting my own gyno surgical experiences!
    It does get better, June.

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  10. Hulk is right…talk, talk, talk to someone to get it out of your system. And it will get better. A year from now will be better, then the following year will be even better, and so on until you can finally look back on it and know you not only survived, but you don’t even miss him. Don’t bottle up your emotions. Write them down if it helps, but don’t send it to the ex. This journal is just for you. Wishing you all the best. The journey can be painful because the rejection hurts, but you will come out stronger in the end.

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  11. My heart is broken because you are losing Hen and Win. It makes me cry. I wish there was some way you could make it work with your Dad.
    Mrs. Oh glad you are still kickin.
    I can live with the messiness because my sweet hubs is so good to me.

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  12. @ trying not to be bitter… I cried, was astounded by the ex’s diary, she could not spell menage a trois…. with her boss (he) and his roomate (he)…

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  13. @ trying not to be bitter… I cried, was astounded by the ex’s diary, she could not spell menage a trois…. with her boss (he) and his roomate (he)…

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  14. @ trying not to be bitter… I cried, was astounded by the ex’s diary, she could not spell menage a trois…. with her boss (he) and his roomate (he)…

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  15. ykwia–
    I was divorced in 2008. The best thing I did was talk to a therapist. Get things out of your system. I went there and cried for an hour, basically. Plus it was to a stranger, which was much more comfortable for me than a friend or family. But talk. Talk to someone so all your feelings don’t get all bottled up. Get ’em out.
    Another thing-try to stay busy. With work, working out, just hang with friends or family, even if it is just to watch tv or something with them.
    DON’T TRY TO DRINK IT AWAY! ‘Nuf said.
    Bottom line is, it will get better. I promise. Remember how bad it sucked when you got broke up with the first time? Eventually it got better. This will too.

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  16. I want to know from everyone who has been divorced, how did you get through the effing pain?

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  17. If you weren’t my favorite married woman and hot as blacksmith’s furnace, I’d bop you in the noggin, OJ…

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  18. If you weren’t my favorite married woman and hot as blacksmith’s furnace, I’d bop you in the noggin, OJ…

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  19. If you weren’t my favorite married woman and hot as blacksmith’s furnace, I’d bop you in the noggin, OJ…

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  20. Mrs.Oh, are you feeling blue? That’s a common side effect after heart attacks. Talk to your doc if you’re depressed. My dad got help for his depression after the heart attack. He was back to his happy normal self in no time. I’ve got you in my prayers, Lady.
    And Austrian Marzipan, don’t worry, my man is incredibly respectful and kind. He is, though, quite a pig because he had a little Italian mama who walked around after him picking up in the wake of his hurricanes.
    And not to be all mean, AGAIN, but my hubs has turned on the jacuzzi so we can watch the sunset in this beautiful spring Fl weather. My wine is waiting for me.

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  21. June I would hug you if you were accepting of the hug. As time goes by your list is going to grow of things you don’t miss about old what’s his name again?
    Paula: girl you rock. Love. You. And I am anoiting you as our little therapist commenter.
    Sadie: I’m okay, just been really crappy but still kickin’ it. Thanks for caring love!

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  22. Texas Kari who just spent two days out enjoying spring in Round Top, Texas. The wildflowers are blooming! says:

    My favorite is excape. Used in a sentence:
    Marvin will barely excape with his life if he doesn’t get his act together pronto.
    The one semi-word that actually doesn’t bother me because it makes me giggle is prolly (often used with gonna). Used in a sentence: June is prolly gonna feel relieved to have those fibroids moving out of her neighborhood.

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  23. Texas Kari who just spent two days out enjoying spring in Round Top, Texas. The wildflowers are blooming! says:

    My favorite is excape. Used in a sentence:
    Marvin will barely excape with his life if he doesn’t get his act together pronto.
    The one semi-word that actually doesn’t bother me because it makes me giggle is prolly (often used with gonna). Used in a sentence: June is prolly gonna feel relieved to have those fibroids moving out of her neighborhood.

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  24. Texas Kari who just spent two days out enjoying spring in Round Top, Texas. The wildflowers are blooming! says:

    My favorite is excape. Used in a sentence:
    Marvin will barely excape with his life if he doesn’t get his act together pronto.
    The one semi-word that actually doesn’t bother me because it makes me giggle is prolly (often used with gonna). Used in a sentence: June is prolly gonna feel relieved to have those fibroids moving out of her neighborhood.

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  25. Laurie, I’m not grammmarian either, but I think it comes from people having abbreviated could have (could’ve). But someone writing it could of would of driven me crazy.

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  26. pants on the kitchen floor? really? you must be a saint…i’d just leave them there or kick them in a corner and wait till there is a nice pile of pants and everyone in the house has stepped on them or till he has no more fresh pants to wear. I’m sure he’s a nice guy but that is disrespectful somehow, are you the cleaning lady? same with the dishes…if they are not able to put them in the dishwasher, i’d just take them and put them in or in front their sides of the beds…every day…till they find their way into the dishwasher. my mom had a similar problem with my dad and his socks, which resulted in my dad buying about 30 pairs of socks one month. when i was a kid we had the choice to a. bring down our laundry in time b. do our laundry ourselves, or c. go to school in bathrobe or pyjama…
    my mum told us 3 times to pick up our toys and stuff, if we did not she would either invite the neighbor’s kids and tell them they could take whatever they wanted or she took us the welfare and we had to give them our toys….
    the neighbor boy gave me back one of my favourite plush toy 2 years ago.
    my brother’s box of lego might be in africa.
    30 pairs of socks? disappeared…
    it’s a pity that even in the last week marvin can’t show some effort…. wouldn’t it be nice to leave with a good impression?
    btw, the pics of francis yesterday were divine…

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  27. Mr Hubster here puts his dirty dishes on the countertop right above the dishwasher. And I don’t like it when people write could of. Mr Hubster could of put his dishes in the dishwasher.

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  28. Hulk, its “the purple helmeted love warrior”. I hope that doesn’t clash with the recliner….

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  29. Hulk, its “the purple helmeted love warrior”. I hope that doesn’t clash with the recliner….

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  30. Hulk, its “the purple helmeted love warrior”. I hope that doesn’t clash with the recliner….

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  31. So, what we’re saying is ladies have a morning skincare regimen, and Hulk has a morning, green-recliner regiment? I love it when topics come together.

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  32. Change of subject…where is Mrs Oh? We haven’t heard from her and she hasn’t updated her blog. Is she still in the hospital?

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  33. Change of subject…where is Mrs Oh? We haven’t heard from her and she hasn’t updated her blog. Is she still in the hospital?

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  34. Change of subject…where is Mrs Oh? We haven’t heard from her and she hasn’t updated her blog. Is she still in the hospital?

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  35. I love men in seer sucker suits. Add some scotch and a cigar and you have my Dad. Nothing says “southern” like seer sucker!

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  36. Hulk, I think I’m starting to get the picture now. With Hulkette as priority #1(absolutely agree with this), sports as priority #2 (and you say you love ALL kinds of sports) and work days starting very early, I was wondering when you would actually have time for a girlfriend. And the answer is…3am!
    That does narrow the field a wee tad.

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  37. Every night my husband gets a glass of water to take to bed with him, not only does that glass not even make it close to the sink like all the rest of his dishes, but when he is getting that glass of water, he steps out of his pants, since he is going to bed. I find those pants in the morning on the kitchen floor, looking like he just stepped out of them.
    He is very lucky that in all other ways he is good to me and he has a knack for buying beautiful jewelry.
    Hulk, you would get flooded with eager woman if your opening line was “I put my dirty dishes in the dishwasher every time.” And by the way my friend, think thoughts of this time next year. I’ll give you a preview, “Light breeze. Blue sky. 70 effin degrees.” Can’t wait!

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  38. Hulk (To match my Brady Bunch colored living room, as I yelled at the Ex after she painted it AGAIN without checking with me...) says:

    Recliner, but not leather.
    Ugh…
    Color is fern

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  39. I have a dishwasher. It’s been broken for the three years I’ve lived here. It’s an archaic relic from the Cenozoic Era that attaches via hose to the sink.
    The people that lived here before were of European descent. They built a full kitchen in the basement and that is where the dishwasher resides.
    It is too damn heavy to carry up the steps so it acts as a mini counter top. At least they had the forethought to put a butcher block on the top of the dishwasher itself.

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  40. June, what’s your number? Ima call you too.
    Teacup, Hah!
    I love when the trees intertwine like best friends.

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