Well the first alert to the type of day I was going to have was Gabby crawled up to my pillow and laid her head on my head. I think she had a feeling today would be weird and she wanted to give me some comfort before I got up.
I had trouble getting moving because the rain just made everything on my body ache and my breathing sucked, but after about an hour I was dressed and up.
Today is Al's "long" day, so he packed up his stuff for school and headed off. I would not see him again till 10pm.
After yesterday's headache with the computer, trying to get trojans and viruses to behave I thought maybe, just maybe I had finally got things working. So wrong Don Pardo....So wrong. I spend the next few hours working AGAIN to try and get things right. My security comes up with Exploit Blackhole, whatever the hell that is.....Also once talked about Cloud...good golly what is the matter with these nutjobs who write these programs....didn't they get any morals and values?
I had hoped to edit some more artwork for the show I am doing next week, but that did not happen.
SOOOO I decided to make myself some popcorn, get a glass of juice and curl up in the chair with Gabby and watch Dr. Oz. Now that really was my idea....really....
What happened instead was I put the popcorn in the microwave, set it, it said up to 4 minutes, turned got a glass, walked over to fill it with water and juice. When I turned around there was smoke billowing out of the microwave, actually a really large amount. The microwave had only been on for 1 min 24 seconds. I quickly shut off the microwave and opened the door when flames started coming out. I grabbed the bag to douse it but could not get to the sink I needed, so I rushed to the window and threw out the flaming bag. I had grabbed Gabby under my arm and was heading for the front door to get out in case there would be more fire. I was not sure if the microwave was going to catch fire and the only thing I cared about was getting out with her. After a few minutes I came back in and realized that the smoked filled house and kitchen was just from the bag of popcorn and nothing else. This I was really happy about, the stinky smoke on a rainy day I was not happy about.
So I kind of figured that I would be opening up the windows and using fans for a while, but unfortunately the smoke just hung in the air. So I am sorry to say I have had to use my oxygen and the house smells like an old dank smoked filled bar.
I thought I should warn Al about my "little" adventure when he called so he would not freak out when he got home. The poor guy....if it isn't the craziness at school, it is is wife. Who said being married was boring, never lived with us. I told him that I was not going to cook myself dinner, I would eat peanut butter and jelly and I was just going to lay down with Gabby and rest till he came home. Al thought that was a good idea.
So because of the adrenaline rush, I can't sleep, plus my oxygen machine is noisy. I thought I could do some art but I am shaking a little too much. So after get threats of Trojans by my security AVG, I am doubting I am having a very good beginning to Friday the 13th.....Maybe I will get tired enough that I will just crawl back to bed and crash...one can only hope.
So I hope that everyone has a nice Friday the 13th....My little black cat, Gabby will be keeping me safe.
It is with great relief to know that Al is in his final term and he will be done with WSU in four months. It is unbelievable that we are finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and it is NOT an oncoming train.
Everyone is always saying, "Go back to school", but what they forget to tell you is about the little Napoleons that are called professors at a university. It is very disheartening to witness such horrible behavior from the so called "educators" that are there to enhance a person's education, not belittle a student, or put the professor's personal life likes or dislikes as the be all and end all.
I think the fact that WSU is having such low numbers for graduates has something to do with it's practices and who they hire for profs.
Al had always wanted to learn about his favorite subject, but the last term made him feel like he was in the wrong field. I am so hopeful that this final term will not be the nightmare he had last term, because I suffered along with him.
I am so looking forward to a good year this year, hoping to get things right after a decade of hell.
Well miracles do happen and today is proof, we made it another year. It always amazes me when we get to our anniversary that we made it another year. Our life has been full of so much tragedy and sorrow that survival is sometimes the only function we run on. Al and I discussed last night the night before our wedding events and how poor we were, we had $25.00 to get married on and he still carries the Canadian $2.00 bill that was left over. For the money we got across the border into Canada, bought our license and went to McDonald's for lunch. As we ate we shared the table with someone who told us about a minister who might marry us. We had no idea what we were getting into, or what to expect. We started our marriage out with an adventure and have not stop having them since, some really bad ones and some really good ones, and crave for just medium at times.
We met at college 3 months before and it was during some bizarre circumstances, guess that should have been the first clue. When we met, I was lugging an oxygen tank and using a cane. I was not looking for a "man", I was going back to school and had a foster teen at home, so I did not need any additional stress.
Al had just come back to town and was returning to college also.
If I may say so, marriage, let alone a relationship, was so far off my radar, Pluto would have been closer. I especially felt that due to the disability issues I had, I would not want to burden someone. Al says it has not been a burden, but then he is also good at denial.
We made our food for the wedding and had it in the back yard of the house we were renting. It was simple, but the type of wedding we wanted. It was a hot day, 95 degrees, and luckily the rain held off till midnight.
I have been asked if I would do it over again and I have to honestly say, I am not sure. I am sure that I love Al and that I would not want to live with out him, and that I have never had anyone love me the way he does. I can also say that I have never had family support and Al has always been supportive of me. But, if I had the knowledge of the painful and sorrowful events that we have endured, I don't think I would be strong enough to face them. I guess that is when ignorance is bliss.
