Little Pea is UG-LEEE

I am having a major skin allergy attack. I went to the doctor yesterday and he gave me some steroid meds. A cream that stings and some pills I haven't started taking yet because he said I could wait a couple days to see if I saw some improvement. I'm taking Zyrtec too. I took this pic yesterday at the Dr's office and still can't believe I'm actually going to post it. I might as well, ya'll saw all my other 'Pea is sick' pics so why should I deprive everyone the pleasure of feeling sorry for me this time too? I shouldn't. Notice how I made it small though. It's too gross for the large size. I'm actually much better today. The red and swelling have gone down but I have all those weird bumps that just look like I have really bad acne. It was the worst around my eyes. I'm pretty sure it's a reaction to the sun, sunscreen, and really strong soap I used on Wednesday because I was in a hurry. I also got stung by one of those mini-bees, a really angry one I should add. So the combination of all those things, plus the fact that it was really hot and there was some pollen in the pool made my skin really furious with me. I have some hives on my shoulders and belly too. But I don't itch. Just my eyes.

I have self-imposed a quarantine until Monday at least cuz I don't want to scare anyone. Plus the heat makes me feel worse. Hopefully I'll be presentable enough to make a public appearance in a couple days. Until then, the Pea is staying inside and out of the sun. Feel free to cringe. I'll probably take this picture down when I come to my senses so I suggest if you're thinking about printing this out for Halloween purposes, you better do it now. Enjoy your weekend guys. If you don't look like this picture then you're off to a head start already.....

Psychoman better watch out!

I finally got some pepper spray. I've been needing to get it for a long time now. I have to admit, and I've mentioned this before, I'm pretty paranoid. I always think everyone is a psychoman in disguise just waiting to kidnap me circa Silence of the Lambs and try to make an 'Angel suit.' I saw that movie when I was 15 and it ruined any sense of security I ever had. If Peanut and I are walking and I see someone walking towards me, I usually cross the road and walk on the other side, just in case it's psychoman. But one can never be too careful because, you know, psychoman can be hiding in the bushes. One morining when I was 19, I was out walking my pup in a beautiful and quiet neighborhood. There was a psychoman waiting for me crouched over on someone's driveway rubbing, um, himself on the asphalt. I called the police but they never found him. Doesn't matter though, psychoman is everywhere waiting for the right opportunity. Another time I was at a book store when I noticed a psychoman standing behind me trying to take a picture of my underwear with his cell phone. I screamed some serious profanities at him loud enough to make him run out of the store and into his psychovan. Then there was that psychoman incident at the pool. Not to mention another psychoman incident at Big Lots a couple months ago. I never told ya'll about that did I? Well I was checking out some picture frames when I noticed a man who, actually at first, I thought was my dad. I was just about to say hello but realized it wasn't my dad, it was a total stranger. He must have thought I was checking him out or something because he started talking to me. He asked me where I was from. I was polite but not friendly. I answered but then said I didn't have time to talk to anyone. He started making really creepy comments about how nice he thought my legs were. Again, polite, I said,"oh. ok. Have a good day." Then he kept following me and asked if my tan was natural and did I have tan lines and what kind of bathing suit do I have and do I have my bathing suit on underneath my clothes. I said, "ok, I'm sorry, this is creeping me out now. I really don't want to talk to you." He said,"ok nice talking to you." I thought that encounter was over. I was wrong. He kept passing by whatever aisle I was in. I got irritated and just decided to pay for my things and leave. Couldn't leave. Guess why. Yep, psychoman was standing near the exit watching. I pretended to look at vacuums just to see if I was correct for starting to get freaked out. I was. He started looking at vacuums too. So I just quickly walked out and got to my car as fast as I could. As I'm backing out, psychoman was standing in the middle of the damn parking lot watching me leave. When I told my friend Dee about it, she told me I should've called the police or at least told a store employee. She's right, but honestly I just wanted to leave, I was more irritated than scared. Every woman I know has a story like that and more than one so it's not like I think I'm special or that Psychoman just always picks me. This happens so frequently and it seems like we've all just accepted that it's a part of life. This makes me furious.

Don't think I'm sexist, psychoman doesn't nessesarily have to be man. A few months ago there were reports of some women going up to people asking what time it was and then hitting them in the face to snatch their purses at the grocery store where I shop.

Now I'm not saying that pepper spray is needed just because someone is bothering me at Big Lots, but I would have felt better knowing I had pepper spray in case psychoman tried to take it to the really scary level, like try to grab me. A close friend of mine got grabbed in a public bathroom at a department store. Luckily, she was strong and fought him off. Of course the police were called but he was long gone by the time they arrived.
SO now that I have my pepper spray I feel a little safer going on walks or jogging because if psychoman is hiding in the bushes I got something for him. Don't try it Psychoman. ok? Cuz Little Pea don't play.

I don't need to get on a soap box and tell ya'll to always protect yourself. I mean you guys out there too. Always trust your instincts and let's put that, "oh I don't want to be impolite" way of thinking behind us. Psychoman never attacked anyone because they were impolite. ( I got that tip from watching Oprah)

Got a creepy psychoman story? Leave me a comment so we can commiserate.....

Almost over

I finally got an appointment for my radiation and hospital stay. It took about 6 phone calls since no one ever calls people back but I finally got someone to give me a definite day instead of a, "I think it'll be around....but I'll find out and call you back later today or tomorrow morning at the latest." I hate those people. I don't normally say things like that but right now I feel so awful I feel like I can say anything I want. I'll take it back when I get home and I'm feeling better. I already did all the prep stuff the other day, I had to get my blood drawn and a preg test. I go in on Tuesday at 11AM. They give me the scary blue radioactive pill at 1PM then I'm stuck in that prison, I mean room until I can pee and shower my way down to a safe enough level to go home. I'm going to try my best to get home the next evening. But I don't want to get my hopes up so I'll just say I expect to home by at least midday Thursday. After that I'm still 'quarantined' from the rest of society for 48 hours and then I can do whatever I want. I'm expecting not to feel too good anyway so I won't be sad about having to be at home. Since we all have to sleep apart, I'm setting up the guest room today and luckily Mr.Pea and I have separate bathrooms already. I feel like crap, I'm sore all over and tired as hell but I'm happy because I know it's over by the end of this week. AND I'm happy like I said I would be because this month has brought me closer to Spring and after checking the weather this morning, the temperature is already on the rise. The birds were going crazy this morning and there were little, bright lime green leaves forming on some of the bare trees. I also saw a pair of hawks nesting on one the tress nearby. Yes!




Oh just for the sake of telling someone, yesterday on the way from Peanut's doctor appointment, there was a strange man dressed in all black on the side walk of a busy road and he was, um, having fun with himself in front of all the world. Yeah. Do with that info whatever you want, I just wanted to let ya'll in on that. Kbye

See!See!

I'm not the only one.

I love road trips

I'm finally home. Well I haven't really been gone. Monday, I went on a road trip by myself since my regular road trip partner had the tail end of a flu. And oooh I have some gooood pictures to share, my lovely peeps. But I have to sort them out so ya'll have to wait. But I did get a couple today. My friend with the flu(say that out loud, really fast 10 times) called me this morning and said,"Let's drive some place far and go some place weird for lunch." Strange places are not hard to find in the state of Florida. I was thinking maybe she meant some old, southern looking small town diner where the locals will look at us like we're aliens. I was wrong.

Just take a look at this. We stopped in here to use the ladies room and look what greeted us. Would you eat here? I'm not too adventurous when it comes to food. I'm very picky. The pickiest you'll ever meet I promise. But my friend Dee loves these weird places. So I always just tell myself, "if it just feels wrong, I'll order a sweet tea and buy some Doritoes on the way home!" These alligators were fake ones not real, stuffed ones, I'm happy to report. They did not deter Dee. I was weary though.



This view from the patio/dock made me feel better. I'll admit the food wasn't bad .....


Still though, someone tell me those alligators would have made you just turn around and walk out so I don't feel like such a restaurant snob!

Not feeling well again

Not cancer related, just feeling a bit sick. I'll be up to my old tricks in a couple days. I'm supposed to have one more radio-iodine pill in December and assuming my body scan comes out clean, after that I should be finished. Then my doctor and I will be able to figure out a more balanced dosage of thyroid hormone so I can feel normal once more. It hasn't been so bad though, I just like to indulge in acting the baby so everyone can feel extra sorry for me.(wink)


Weird things have happened, the past couple weeks. First the crazy lady at the library who I offended. Then some creepy man was following me around at Big Lots. This was an incident I deemed unblogworthy since every woman on this planet has the same experience, just at a different location. (Ladies are you nodding your head and conjuring up the past? Ok, just insert my little face into your experience and pretend it was at Big Lots and that's what happened.) Also, few days ago, I lost my temper and called some poor man an idiot. I won't go into the details because it was so silly and I admit that I was wrong. (In my defense I don't think he heard me) But that's not the end of it. Today someone flipped me off. My offense you ask? I had just picked up some pasta for my MrPea since I was too lazy to cook today and was parked in the restaurant parking lot, applying lip gloss. Yup. A bearded man I've never seen in my life who had just dropped, I'm assuming a waitress off drove by and since I was using the rear view mirror I saw him stick his middle finger up and made a mean face. I looked around to see if maybe there was someone else he could have meant that for but I was the only one in the parking lot. I can only assume that I was the victim of mistaken identity. Or perhaps he was crazy lady at the library's total BFF. Or maybe he was against lip gloss on principle. He could also have just been picking his nose and not flipping me off at all. It could any one of those explanations. I prefer to think he was the guy who I called an idiot's brother. That way, a middle finger would have been warranted. In this case, I can forgive. It's not likely though because the guy who I called an idiot was fairly handsome, tall and had dark hair and this guy was blond and had scary eyes and a scraggly beard. But I forgive him anyway.



OH! And I just found out it's Delurk Day. So, ya know, Delurk already dears.

Saturday Random

-I saw that documentary everyone (on both sides) was freaking out about a few months ago, Jesus Camp last night. It didn't creep me out as much as I was told it would but I have to admit, I was pretty disturbed. And I was raised in a strict, religious home. I'd like to see the makers of this film catch up with these kids in 10 or 15 years and see if they still feel the way they do.

-Mr.Pea and I sometimes fight over who loves Peanut more, me or him. He lets Peanut walk all over him, gives him food from his plate, warms up his blanket in the dryer, and pretty much gives Peanut whatever he wants so he thinks he loves Peanut more. I'm the one who (badly)trained him, takes him to the doctor, makes sure he takes his meds and gets plenty of exercise, plus I'm the one who gives him his bath so it has to be me. But the real argument is, who does Peanut love more?

-Speaking of Peanut, sometimes if he asks for a treat, the one I give him isn't good enough for him. Like he wanted the chicken treat and I gave him a milkbone. He'll turn his face away as if disgusted and shocked I would even think of giving him such an inferior snack. So I'll just say," Oh you don't want it? OK I'll give it to [Mr.Pea] then. Here [Mr.Pea], Peanut hates this so you can have it." Suddenly Peanut wants it.

-I used to think I would do really well on Survivor. I figure because of my size and the fact that I smile all the time, people always think I'm harmless. So no one would find me a threat and vote me off and I would run away with the million dollars. But since I've never even been camping before nor have I ever felt the desire to do so, made me think, hmm maybe not. I'm also a picky eater who thinks everything is gross so I would probably end up passing out from malnutrition after the first day. Plus besides cheerleading, I was never that good of an athlete. Since I've never seen them have any cheer challenges, I don't think any of my skills would come in handy. I noticed on the scenes for next week's show, they had some kind of 'wrestling each other' challenge. Nope, don't wrestle either. So it's just not going to happen. I'll have to make my million dollars another way.


-I'm starting to get my balcony "coffee ready." I'm still off the crack, I mean coffee, since it's still too hot for warm drinks but it's good to be prepared. There was a big, ugly satellite dish out there that drove me completely insane every time I looked at it, which was everyday since it was right in front of the sliding glass door. The guy that installed it did the most redneck job I've ever seen but that's another story. The point is, I moved it and put a hibiscus plant there instead. And since I've been bitching about the fact that winter is coming to doom us all, at least I have something to look forward to: coffee on the balcony in my favorite chair wrapped in a blanket....Hopefully the jerk downstairs won't be revving his loud obnoxious motorcycle for hours like he did last year always at the very time I'm out there.

-I ran into Humongous Toad again yesterday. This time he was hiding behind a wooden post. I feel bad, I probably scared him, taking all these pictures of, but I can't help it. I wonder what he's been eating or if he comes from a nuclear facility.

I guess I should change my name from MsLittle Pea to Ms Inappropriate

Something strange happened. Yesterday a lady around my age came up to me at the library and told me I was dressed inappropriately. That I should have more respect for the library and her kids and cover up. She was pretty angry. I was so taken aback and frankly weirded out by how angry she was at me, all I could think of to say was,"Oh, I'm sorry." I went into the bathroom to check if anything was sticking out, fell out, or if my underwear was showing. I even took a picture so I could get a second opinion later. I've never met or seen this woman in my life. So all I can think of is maybe she was on some medication or needed some. Now tell me, does this look like someone who has no respect for public libraries?(please excuse the smartass smirk, I couldn't help it)
The only thing I can think of that maybe was offensive about my clothes were my brown flipflops. Flipflops are a little too casual, but hello!? I live in Florida: the sloppy-dress capital of North America! It actually reminded me of the South West Airlines mini skirt incident. At least she got an apology. Actually I don't want an apology I want to NOT run into that crazy woman ever again.....

Kermit agrees. When I got home from my indecent library visit, I noticed him on the stairway rails. Isn't he cute? Hope he got a few bugs to eat when the porch light came on.(those are one of my blurry brown flipflops by the way :O) )

AND I just wanted to say that CrazyLibraryPatron did NOT ruin my library experience. I still enjoyed myself there despite the weird encounter. Oh, and if anyone agrees with CrazyLady, please let me know, I promise it won't hurt my feelings and I won't wear that outfit to the library ever again.(I'm being serious)

I don't usually do this

But this guy deserved it because he was walking around the beach harassing young girls. I don't like to make fun of people's fashion choices, it's not nice and not something I find funny. HOWEVER, if you're looking at this picture and thinking," oh SH*#!That's me", let me give you some advice: If you're goal is to walk around the beach to harass teenage girls, it's probably not a good idea to do it in a fluorescent orange bikini bottom. In fact try not to go to JAIL and just hit on 18 year olds, but go out and buy some shorts first. You can get some at Walmart for $9.99--I saw some last week,OK? By the way, for future reference, women don't get turned on by men in bikinis licking their lips and making obscene tongue gestures at them. Now go home and tell all your friends please.


This post is dedicated to Ms.Maurey Pierce who, a few weeks ago wrote pure poetry about who I think might be this guy's cousin.

And remember this guy? I think he might be a cousin as well.

Public Service Announcements

Rats! Alcohol kills. Stay away from alcohol. Oh and stay away from rats.



WTF is up with this guy? I don't even know what to say.......Don't be like this guy.


I've been lazy with my posts lately-including this one. Only because my sister is here visiting with her 3 boys(!) I'm trying to catch up with my blog visits too.

Wanna hear something really creepy? The anesthesiologist present during my surgery last September was found dead in his home with his wife this week. The police reported that it was a murder suicide-he was the murderer, suicide-r. (or is it suicidee-I'm not making jokes, honestly I don't know the correct word.) They were newlyweds too. It's still new so I don't know anything else but it's scary and very sad. He seemed like a nice man and was very kind to me. He had a very soothing presence and I still remember hearing his voice while I was under the meds. This had me and Mr.Pea talking about what could possibly make someone snap? Someone with a good job, beautiful spouse, nice home, what appears to be a wonderful life. I've been livid at my husband before but at no point have I ever felt like shooting him....or myself.

CreepyManAtThePool-make yourself comfy, this is long. BUT if you skip it because of how long it is, it won't hurt my feelings I promise

Today I worked out in the neighborhood fitness room for the first time since CreepyManAtThePool scared me. If you've known me for awhile or read the post I wrote about all the things that scare me, you'd be really proud of me because it took a lot for me to go there by myself again. The fitness room is next to the pool and nothing scary happened to me in there but it's a small room attached to the condo office with only one entrance and even though it's full of windows, no one can see in or out because of all the bushes. I've never been attacked before but somehow, in too many moments of my life I've found myself in strange or dangerous situations that have led me to believe that 75% of people around me are psych ward escapees. Well, ok , maybe 80%.
I rode my bike a couple miles yesterday just because I was feeling too wimpy to go to the fitness room, lest I run into CreepyMan again and even then, I pedalled really fast going past the woody area just in case CreepyMan has some ilk hanging around in the trees! It sounds so irrational I know it, but somehow I attract all the people in the world who have strange behavioral problems. I make fun of it now but I'm not sure I'll ever get over my fears of strange men.
I can(and eventually I will in this blog) tell about all the weird scary people who have tried to make friends with me but today I just want to talk about CreepyManAtThePool. I still remember being a little kid when poor Adam Walsh was abducted and it was all over the news. I remember after that, every year, there were always school discussions about keeping yourself safe and listening to your intuition and it really affected me. Maybe that's why I'm scared of my own shadow but at the same time, I'm glad I was taught how to protect myself. I hope they still talk to children about this today when they need it even more.
But anyway, back to CreepyMan. It was about 6:30ish pm and I wanted to exercise in the pool. It was last August and the sun was still up so I felt ok by myself. When I arrived there was a 30something man swimming laps and I went into the shallow end to power walk. Another older man probably in his 50s came into the pool area and was sort of walking back and forth from the hot tub to the pool but not getting in either. I know now that he was waiting for the guy swimming laps to leave. The only way I can describe the way he was acting was, he was lurking. When the guy swimming laps got out of the pool and left, I remember thinking to myself that maybe I should go too because I was already feeling uncomfortable by the way CreepyMan was acting. But I thought to myself, Oh you're just being paranoid again, so I finished my work out. When I was ready to leave, I had to swim to the other end of the pool because that's where my towel and the exit were. I even remember being under water and already having a feeling that Creepy was going to say something to me as soon as I popped up. When I did pop my head up, he was standing over me and asked me if I had a cell phone-(ok I know this sounds like a general question but it could also be something he wanted to know in case he had plans that didn't involve me calling for help). I didn't. For a split second,inside I panicked, but then I just pretended like I didn't know if I had one or not because: 1. I didn't want him to know I didn't have a cell phone with me and 2. I wanted to get to my towel and keys because they were close to the exit. When I got out of the pool he stood in such a way as to block my exit but I had enough room to walk over to my things and quickly put on my towel. I have to add that he was very tall and not muscly but big. I still remember thinking that if he tried to grab me I would be able to out swim him in the pool but if he was blocking my way out,there's no way I could fight him away unless I could somehow jump over the gate into the alligator infested lake(!) to get away from him. This is all that was going on in my head-how to get out. So I continued to pretend like I was looking for my phone at the same time, inch by inch, trying to walk around him to the exit. He kept saying,"I really need a phone, there's an emergency at my work." I picked out my keys, the only thing I could think of to possibly use if I had to and finally said, "oh looks like I didn't bring it with me," and ran to the gate to leave. I know you're not supposed to go straight home but I was so afraid, that was all I wanted to do.
I could have easily been misinterpreting the situation because if someone was to say to me, "A guy at the pool asked to borrow my cell phone," I wouldn't think anything of it. But the way everything happened and the fact that I have a good intuition for people convinces me that I was right to feel the way I did. Plus the pool is less than a two minute walk away from any building in the development(and only people who live here are allowed to use the pool) so if he really did need a phone that badly, he could very easily just walk home for one(if he lived here) so why ask me? And why not ask the guy that was there earlier swimming laps?
I told a couple of my neighbors what happened and they both told me that on separate occasions some strange guy had 'accidentally' dropped his shorts in front of them. None of us have seen him again, but that's why I'm scared to go to the pool by myself or to the fitness room. Maybe I am just overly paranoid but still, I'd rather be safe.

Speaking of jail

I walked to the library again last week. Instead of getting hassled by the cops I was greeted with this sign. There's a funny story in there, but my dad lurks here so I can't tell it. Ok I'll tell it....in the next post.(Insert Evil laughter)

A Boyfriend for Neenee?-this is a 're-run' she wanted me to re-post so that we could make fun of him all over again. Enjoy!

Neenee didn't have her internet hooked up at the time this was originally posted so she wanted to me to re-post it. We still haven't gotten over the grossed-out-ness this gave us. The story behind this, if you've never seen it before is, this guy is a friend of a friend. When he heard that she was getting a divorce, this was his way of requesting a date. He sent this picture to her cell phone with the charming words of,"So when are we going out?"

Um, How about never?


I DON'T THINK SO!!!

As promised here is the picture of the idiot who thinks sending naked pictures of himself is the way to a girl's heart.


Hey Romeo! Let me give you a little tip-my sister doesn't want you ok? She might be too polite to say it frankly-but FRRRANKLY(and luckily)-I'm not. And sending her this picture thoroughly grossed us out. I'm sure you're really proud of yourself to have actually taken the time to pose and primp for her and maybe this sort of behavior works with the kind of women you're used to but you're not her type. What is her type? Well number 1-not you. Number 2-the opposite of you. Number 3-men who don't send pictures of themselves thinking the recipient will be too filled with desire to be grossed out by the fact that a total stranger just sent her a creepy naked photo. You know, really, we feel sorry for you-because you're delusional-we can tell that you're really impressed with yourself-it's obvious you take care of yourself-but maybe no one has put you in your place before or rejected you. And guess what, Mr.Ienjoysendingnakedpicturesofmyself. You're not as hot as ya think and by the way the disco era is over-crazy cool medallions should be put away or reserved only for gangsta rappers.......I'm sure I haven't hurt your feelings and that you'll go on with your life thinking you're hot-hot-hot, but I just thought you should know. For future reference: a simple,"hi how are you, would you like to join me for lunch?" is usually the best way to go if you want to date an actual person with a working brain.



She also wanted me to mention that he's from New Jersey, sells insurance, and he drives a BMW in case there are any ladies out there who might be interested in his hot-beefcake-action....

Thrift shopping

I saw this at a thrift store. Tell me it's not the creepiest self portrait you've ever seen.....

and the price! My Lord the price!! $11.99 Are they crazy? No I didn't buy if that's what you're thinking. As if I'd be able to sleep knowing that thing might come to life and stab me to death.

I used to go to all the thrift stores and hit all the garage sales I could find. I could even be seen at the Salvation Army and Goodwill(but don't tell anyone lest they start shopping there too and all the prices will go up and there will be nothing left for the rest of us) looking for vintage clothes and digging through the housewares and paintings. For some reason when I lived in the Palm Beach area I stopped. I think it's because I'm so sick of moving that I didn't want to add any more stuff to all the crap we had to drag around already. Then I found Madge's thrifting blog and for a little while now I've been living vicariously through her. Her finds are so good and I'm always jealous because she picks out exactly the same things I would. You could say she re-inspired me.
I used to collect dainty-old-prettypretty-girly-Grandma's house style- tea cups , saucers, dessert plates, cream pitchers and sugar bowls. I had an entire set and nothing matched but that was the beauty of it. It was for coffee or tea with the girls. BUT after our 8 month stint in Hawaii,(when the dot come bubble burst and we moved back to the mainland dammit) my boxes arrived and my little plate collecting heart broke. Every. Single. Piece. WAS BROKEN Dammit! So I've decided to try again and here is the first piece (from Germany):

Someone put this in the dishwasher a couple times too many but there aren't any chips.

I've been bitching for months how sparse our home is so I just have to jump in and do something about it before my husband does. The last time I let him pick out our home 'stuff' we ended up with the furniture from Star Trek that I'm forever complaining about. He's just so retro like that. I still don't have any salt and pepper shakers. A girl's gotta start somewhere though.

More Creepy

Since I'm in that creeped out state of mind.....this is probably fake but it creeped me out anyway. Enjoy

creepy

I got creeped out by this . I'm sure there's some kind of tricky math involved but still....

Creepy Carrot

This is stupid-I know that. But I wanted to share it with ya'll anyway. I made spaghetti sauce today. Yes, from scratch! (I'm not Martha but I do my best. ) I was just about to cut up this carrot but then decided not to because it looked too much like a finger, gross. OK there are a lot of things going on in the world more interesting to post about. So what...right now my post is about a damn carrot. It's a slow Monday. Anyway I'm still convalescing and all that. Today is the first day in a long damn time that I could truly say, "I feel alright today." Finally dammit-I'm ready to get back to real life and then post about more interesting things than f- wierd looking carrots. Anyone who wants my sauce recipe let me know, I got it from my mother-in-law.

By the way I KNOW the picture is bad quality. I am still in the stone age because I don't yet have a digital camera...I'm working on it, I'm working on it! Until then just be happy with my phone's cam.