I just wanted to say a few words…

pen and paper, thank youAll I wanted to do was say “thanks,” to the few people who read my blog for the patience they’ve exhibited since my last blog post which was posted many moons ago. I have, and am, suffering a small nervous breakdown which has left me either cowering on my “bed” on my couch, or glued to my reading chair with an e-book or audiobook.

I can’t be bothered to actually go into the library and physically pick up a book, that would mean leaving the house. I leave the safety of my home to go to my Doctor’s appointments, and hysterically enough since there’s nobody around to see me dolled up, to get my nails done, and to get my hair cut and colored. Believe me when I say this effort to keep myself up is completely lost on my poor beleaguered husband who usually only notices I’ve gone and got my hurr did because I point it out to him, at which point he oohs and ahhs over me for his allotted 35 seconds before he begins to glance longingly at whatever sports show is on the television behind me, and I release him back into the wild. The poor guy goes to bed at 9:30 p.m. every night just so he can leave the house at 4:50 a.m. every morning to beat the traffic on his 1 and a 1/2 to 2 hour commute. He gets home in the evening at about 7:30 or 8:00 p.m. How can I be mad at him? Well, I can be, that’s why. He got home at 8:40 p.m. last night, and I wouldn’t talk to him. I’m a bitch when I’m left alone all day. The dogs were snarky to him, too. He was extra sweet when he got home tonight, so I forgave him for working his ass off so I don’t have to work. I need to volunteer or something. Maybe something with rabbits. Now if I could just find the motivation.

Usually, I go to bed with him (in the morning, I’m still drooling into my pillow when he leaves. And he’s like a ninja – I never hear him leave), but some nights, like tonight, I just can’t do it anymore. Then I stay up all night, usually ending up with 3 devices in my hand, downloading stuff I can’t possibly live without at the time, learning more about my devices (2 iPads and the new iPhone 8), then promptly forgetting everything I learned and wondering why I can’t work my phone in the morning, and it’s usually because I watched too many YouTube videos on how to save battery power, and I turned off something vital to the health and well-being of an iPhone. Then I spend the next week trying to figure out what it was. Just this evening, as an example, I can’t get my mail to come into my iPad because I changed a setting that refreshes the mail instantly into something that gets your mail every hour… something about Push and Fetch which I now for the life of me can’t find in order to undo my misdeed.

Anyway, I was simply going to pop on the blog, thank you guys, say a few pithy words and be done with it, but no. I couldn’t remember my password, and I had it written down next to me. No matter how many times and different iterations I entered, that damn thing shook me off. So I go to change my password. Nice, right? Wrong. The link was sent to my email, which I still couldn’t refresh. I ended up copying the password my server host had sent me in an earlier email, and pasting it into the designated box…And it worked that time! Even though I had manually entered the same password 4 times before that. I saved it to my keychain so I don’t have to go through that again. What is it with me and machines? And here’s the kicker, I got the notification that someone was trying to change my password 2 minutes ago when my mail finally refreshed. I’m not changing it now. It’s a matter of principle.

The dogs have remained loyal to me and are stretched out on the living room rug rather than being upstairs with my husband where their comfortable beds are. The only problem with that is the 17 year old Malti-poo, Blizzard, has no bladder control anymore whatsoever, so he whines to be let out every hour. Usually when I’m elbow deep in some technical jargon I’m trying to decipher. Then the 100 lb. Great Pyrenees, Tsuki, has to go out with him so she can bark at nothing at 3:00 a.m.

It makes me wonder how many urine spots there are around the house that I haven’t discovered from the nights I go to bed at 9:30 with John. Believe me, there have been more than a few I have discovered in the morning, and quite a few too many John has stepped in when he leaves for work.

At least John’s wised up, and puts his boots on in the bedroom before he walks out.

Blizzard’s whining to be let out, but it’s pouring rain, so he’s just gonna have to wait. Sounds cruel, but it’s really coming down out there. Sigh, and it’ll be coming down in here if it doesn’t stop raining soon.

You guys motivated me to write something, even if it was drivel. Thanks guys! Let me know how you are all doing in the comments section. I really do care, I’ve been there, hell, I am there. Take care of yourselves.

Until the next post,


PS: Blizzard couldn’t wait.

PPS: He went on the rug even though our house is 85% tile.


I am a freelance writer who makes words beautiful, exciting, persuasive, concise and alive, if a little loopy sometimes. I was born in S. Korea on an army base, and traveled the world from the age of 10 months into the present day, so I know a lot about many different topics. I've spent the last 22 years (and counting) raising three children into responsible young adults, and that is no mean feat. I've been writing for as long as I can remember: fiction, non-fiction, creative writing, poetry, creative non-fiction and all that falls in between. I'm a great researcher. I am also easy to work with. If you've got a topic that needs to be written about, I can write it. I've been married for 26 years to the same man, and that's a whole topic unto itself! If you need a freelance blogger or writer, hire me. I won't let you down. Contact: vicky@vickypoutas.com, Twitter.com/@vickypoutas, Instagram: @vickypoutas, LinkedIn.com/in/vickypoutas, Facebook: www.Facebook.com/vicky.batson.poutas

8 thoughts to “I just wanted to say a few words…”

  1. I understand how you feel completely. The only thing that makes me feel better is to get out for a walk, but I know thats not always possible for some. Talking about this makes people feel like they are not alone. Great post

  2. Obviously, you can change where you live but not the life you are living. LOL Glad that you still have your humorous side. Miss you.

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