No, I am not talking about Hot Pockets (which are tasty by the way), but I am talking about the lack of money in our pockets.

That is a definite ow in our books. The love of money is bad, but the lack of money can also be bad. There are a lot of things that need doing, but they have to wait.

Paying bills, rent, and for food MUST come first. That’s life.

Yes, I meant that the way that it is spelled.

Our oldest kitty is now in heat. Of course her answer to everything is – meow.

I have tried to talk to her, the conversation goes like this…meow…meow…meow…meOw.

The last part is me complaining when she launches herself off of me using her claws just as she launches. What we are saying – I have no idea. She is saying it a lot. At least she avoids the open door and hides, so we don’t have to worry that she will escape outside.

Meanwhile – meow is in the air.

I have thought about something that would help with the pain that I sometimes feel.

I could make a new bed. All that I would have to do is get some bakers welding supplies, metal, and other stuff that is used.

I could then make a new bed that would fit with what I need in order to sleep in a better way. I don’t want a bed that moves, we have cats that get into things and I wouldn’t want one of them to get into the bed in a way where they could get hurt.

It is a thought, isn’t it? I need some sleep without the ever present pain.

I wish the weather would quit flip-flopping.

Every time that the weather changes its pattern, my bones protest. I am getting very tired of pain all of the time. I am getting tired of griping but that is about all that I am able to get done.

There are times that I wonder how people with fibromyalgia make it through each day. There are times that I want to cry, but all that would do is clog up my sinuses and make me sound as if I have a perpetual cold.

Life happens.

I have a question.

What do you call a woman who falls to the floor, and needs help getting up?

Embarrassed – That is what you can call her.

It is driving me nuts that my eyes are not working properly, and not aligning correctly.

When I look at someone I am not used to seeing two heads on people. If they really had two heads, of course, I would be worried – a lot. However, even knowing that they only have one head it is still something to me me uneasy.

It does not happen as often as it used to be. It ain’t gone yet though.

Well, we have had another doctor’s visit under our belts.

My husband has been having trouble with his leg. The doctor said that he avoided getting a severe condition called – cellulitis.

This is not the lumpy fat that is under the skin. Since the word ends with ‘itis’ it refers to an infection. We have had past experience with this and if you have questions, check it out and find out what can happen.

Loosing a leg, or your life is not something to be forgotten.

From some of the temperatures lately, I’d say that summer is here.

However, officially, who cares. The place where we live right now does not have any ceiling fans. In the past that type of thing has helped a lot.

Getting the air to move without blowing everything away means a lot when it is hot. Here is Texas, it gets hot. It still does get hot in Arkansas. I remember it getting as hot as 114 degrees. Here is Texas is does get into the high 90′s, and rarely over 100, but not 114. I would still like to have some ceiling fans, though.

I saw something today that had me wondering just what it was.

It was the phrase errors and omissions insurance. I looked it up and found out it was a type of business insurance.

I have heard that insurance comes in all types of names and titles. This is a new one for me, though. I wonder who thinks up the names for these different things? They must have a big sense of imagination.

My mother-in-law died back in July of 2011. I miss her still.

She was an independent lady with her own mind. There were times that we did not get along, but that is life. We are, each of us our own person. The one thing that had never crossed my mind was the idea of planning a funeral.

I never knew that there could be so much involved. Let us just say that it was a learning experience. My husband and I knew that she was getting ready to go, but it still hurt. At least we understood that she was ready.