Okay, so I am going to need 2022 to not be a butthole. The last blog I did was around my birthday. Do you know what I did a couple of weeks after my birthday? I totaled my car. 0/10 recommend. While we were standing with the tow truck and the police, right after I told them "Yes my car is in a tree. Why yes I am a driving instructor", I told Jared, "well I guess this puts a damper on our Hot Springs vacation". Well no, it didn't. We just went in his truck and crammed Mae in the cab. Our luggage was wrapped in trash bags and thrown in the back. Do what you gotta do, yo. Christmas was good. We had our family gathering here, and went to my family and his family on Christmas. A lot different than what I am used to, but it was good. New Year's Eve was a bang. So I learned something. I was chilling in the recliner before work, headphones in, singing my little heart out to "Sand In My Boots". Misha, the Siamese cat, rarely acknowledges my existence. She starts pacing back and forth at my feet, eventually jumps up and rubs against my face, even nibbling at me. I am like WTF! Apparently, Siamese are protective towards humans, and will even go to a crying baby. So yeah. She heard my singing, assumed I was dying and in distress. Thanks. So after two months of dealing with literally the worst insurance claim rep on the planet, I received my payout and J-Dizzle and I went car shopping. I do like the Escape. It shifts funny, and no one believes me, LOL, I am not used to being high up, my Corrolla was low to the ground. I like it though. It suits us. Also, the seats lay down, and all of the dogs will fit in the back. I unintentionally found that out today when they snuck off to the in laws. I have proof of a clean vehicle. We all know that it will never be this clean again. Okay. This below is called "Jared-ing". He claims it isn't a thing. It's a thing. I have been having the absolute worst times, to the point of tears, and I get Jared-ed. It's why Stine is so successful. I may have exciting news to share soon. I HAVE TO WAIT!!!! Speaking of exciting news, I became a chicken grandma. My next blog will be slathered with pictures and videos from the passel of chicks that were born this weekend. I leave you with Lily. I adore and cherish her. UPDATE!!!!!The deer head is still in the freezer at work.
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So I made it to 43. I didn't have many plans for the weekend, I just wanted to sleep past 5:50am, eat a steak, eat a grilled cheese, and ride around in the woods. I managed to sneak in a little MacGyver. I folded laundry, did the never ending dishes, and drank clear liquids made from potatoes. My Dodd family made this cake. OMG, was it good. If you can't tell, it says "Lisa-er", which is what my father in law calls me. We went to vote, and then visited an abandoned school. Unless I wasn't allowed to be in there, then that's not what we did at all. I got my ribeye :) One of my favorite things to do it ride around Kisatchie. I never really knew my way around before, and this is where Jared grew up and has lived almost all of his life. He knows everything, y'all. He is the absolute one person that I would want if things in the world went south, and we had to live off of the grid. He is book smarter and common sense smarter than I could ever think about being. He's pretty soft and good to look at, too. We drove through paved roads, gravel roads, and roads that were just dirty holes. He can look on a map and be like "1200 kilometers up here to the slight south east, there should be a pond 900 stones from this enclave". And there was. I had so much to do, chore wise, but Jared fell asleep holding my hand, and then Henley put her paw on my arm. I wasn't going anywhere. It was a good birthday weekend. I got to spend it with some of my favorite people, Lily sent me a Happy Birthday video, and I even got some snuggles.
Well...there is a lot to tell. My last blog post was in June of this year, it is currently towards the end of October.
I think about and miss Scott every day. I met a guy. Jared. It was a whirlwind. Scary. Intense. I fell in love with him almost immediately. Did I mention scary? How could I allow myself to fall like this? What is you doing? He stole my heart, y'all. I can't even begin to describe how much it literally hurts to talk about how much I love this man. Maybe (?) three weeks after seeing each other we were discussing future plans. Like, me leaving my house in Provencal and moving out to the dang forest. I have been told some polite, some nasty, but mostly concerned things regarding moving too fast, you'll never be over Scott, you're stupid, oh you're just lonely. None of those are the truth. Well, I will never forget Scott. He was my best friend for 17 years. A remarkable man who deserved such a better ending. So I did move out to the forest with Jared, his daughter Mae, and his son Thomas. Jared and I were married on October 2. So now I have new stories to tell. But I will never forget the old ones. There was a time that I blogged every day. Mainly for myself, I know that no one cares what I eat for breakfast, or how many baseball games that I watch. Looking back over these blogs, I am so thankful. It captured times with family and with Scott that I would have never remembered. I want to try and do that again, but I just can't. Life without Scott is hard. Last night I went to a concert with my mom and friends, and I had such a good time. Now he wouldn't have went, but I could have told him about the guy and his girlfriend next to me, and how I talked up a storm. I could have told him I spent half the night trying to figure out which guitar player I was going to marry next. This has been just a very hard two weeks. Monday was good, I went to Shreveport with Lily and Rebecca. Lily was my friend because I was buying her things. We ate and shopped. Work was good all week, no terrible drivers. I saw a Doc Holliday POP figure and I had to buy it. Scott loved Val Kilmer's performance of Doc. I am trying to learn to do things on my own. It isn't going very well.
Now I CAN do these things, minus fixing my sink faucet, but when I go to weed eat, or pressure wash, or drag the trash to the outside can, it reminds me that my best friend is gone. I know I am going to melt down when I try to re-caulk the shower. I have been blessed with friends, and 2 awesome brother in laws that would do anything that I ask. I am just going to try. But for real, someone come put my kitchen faucet on, and help me set up a pop-up gazebo. Also, I can't have a blog post without Scott in it somehow: So it's been 6 weeks and 2 days since Scott has been gone. Physically. Mentally, since about the 16th of April. The last semi-normal day that we had was during a mid-work day, meeting up to get our second COVID vaccine. When he came home that night from work, he went straight to the couch. The only few times he got up was to go to the bathroom. He fell twice, and the last night that I laid in the bed with him, I didn't sleep one minute, I was afraid that he would try to get up and fall again. I would give anything to be able to relive that weekend. I would do it so differently. That was a Sunday night. That Monday we went to the clinic to get his collar bone checked out, and that Tuesday we went via ambulance to the Natchitoches ER. He never came home. His brain was in such a fog from the kidney toxins. I had no idea what all was going on, or we would have been in a hospital much sooner. Not even the hospital knew it was so bad. I am still unsure as to what caused the seizure that did the damage that caused us to lose him. I was getting better, the heartache and the pain was seeming to ease up, but this has been a bitch of a week. My boss is starting to notice, my family, and friends. I finally just yelled that I can't fake smile all the time. I don't want to be like this. I know he isn't coming back, and my life will never be the same. I don't know what stage of grief that I am in, but it really sucks balls. Anyway. This video makes me smile and cry. It was about 7 hours of being in the Natchitoches ER, he was in and out, but a little of "Scott" came through. Please just keep the prayers and good thoughts coming. Not just for me, but his family, they lost him too. His coworkers say how boring and quiet it is. My family lost the most entertaining part of Thanksgiving. I plan on writing many more. I just miss him, y'all. I know that I have been absent, for more reasons than others.
One month and one day ago, I lost Scott. He died, y'all. I have received hundreds upon hundreds of condolences, prayers, well wishes, "let me know if you need anything", hugs, and one random dude on Facebook wanted to sext literally the night I came from leaving my dead husband at the hospital. He deserves so much more than just one blog to celebrate his life. I know all of my readers are people that I know personally, but when I write, it's to the unknown. I act like y'all don't know me, and that's how I can share the things that I do. For right now, that is all I am going to share. I plan on writing dozens of these, so just bear with me. I miss him, y'all. I miss him so damn much. Oh....the funeral home let me write his obituary :) Scott's Obituary James Scott Alexander of Provencal, known to family and friends as Scott, known at work as James, and to everyone else as "Alabama". He left us unexpectedly on April 27, 2021, and completely ruined his sister in law's birthday. To anyone that knows him, you know he got a kick out of that. He was born on December 29, 1974 in Birmingham, AL to Philip Ray Alexander and the late Alta Faye Alexander. He is survived by his wife of 17 years, Lisa Scarbrough Alexander, his father Philip Ray Alexander, a brother Philip Paul Alexander, and his wife Shelli. His two sister-in-laws, Rebecca Carbin (Steven), and Bailey Tarver (Christian), and his mother-in-law, Judy Davis. Scott was the funny guy in the room. Sarcastic, rude, and you know if he insulted you, that he did indeed like you. A lifelong Alabama Crimson Tide and L.A. Raiders fan, he enjoyed poking fun at LSU and Dallas Cowboys fans. He was so full of life and laughter, and enjoyed talking trash with his uncle, JR Davis. Health issues plagued him the last few years of his life, but he was a hard worker and had a tremendous support group at Weyerhaeuser in Natchitoches. His wife would like to personally thank every single person that visited, called, and gave him joy. I know that he gave his coworkers grief, but he only teased the ones he cared about. If Scott left anything behind in this world, it was his love and humor. He loved his wife, he loved his family, and had a special place in his heart for his two nieces, Lily Carbin and Shelbi Mitchell. He deserved a better ending, but he will never not be loved, and never forgotten. At his request, he did not want a funeral, and to quote his favorite movie Tombstone, "Well...bye". If Scott would have wanted any type of service, this would have been the main event. Let us all continue to love and miss him big. There is really nothing new here. Since I skipped so many weeks, I have pictures left over. Scott and I finally got over our COVID shot sickness, only to go through it all again in a couple of weeks. ALSO, my doctor had me schedule a mammogram. Like dude! My titties are fine. A couple of Saturdays ago, Lily and I went to see Tom and Jerry, followed by lunch and a Walmart trip. I think she was most excited for the Walmart, because she made a list and everything of what she wanted me to get her. Our church threw Bailey and Christian a wedding shower. They had snacks, so I said I would go ;) Scott complained that the miniscule white flower was "blocking the TV" I fixed it. If he keeps messing with me, I am going to start packing his lunch this way: I have pretty amazing Facebook friends: I leave you this week with my brother in law. Who is clearly insane. So I have been absent again. Meh. Y'all have missed a wedding and an ice storm. Bailey and Christian were married on February 6th. The only pictures I have are the few I took on my iPhone and the ones I stole from someone's MawMaw. The ice/snow storm was NOT fun. We lost power and water. It was single digits outside. The snow froze, then more ice froze on top of it. I did not have any Diet Mtn Dew. I have more to add for both the wedding and the ice storm, but I feel like absolute doo doo. Scott and I received our COVID vaccine yesterday, and we aren't feeling that great. I am currently watching a documentary about the Cecil Hotel on Netflix, and trying to remember a time when my body wasn't throbbing head to toe. Toodles. Saturday: Working this weekend. Good students. Came home and chilled. Not much ado. Now I am not saying that my colleague drove the car all day with the words backward, but...yeah . Sunday: I have committed balls to the wall to my reading challenge. So far I have completed 3 books. Last year alone, I completed 8. I finished The Lost Two Mountains, book 6 of the Jack West series by Matthew Reilly. There is only one book left. I have been reading this series since 2007. As dopey as it may seem, they are a part of me. I am going to be devastated when they are over. But BElieve me, they will be read many times. The Two Lost Mountains Monday: The Alabama Crimson Tide had two finalists for the Heisman Trophy. Devonta Smith was the winner. He was so humble. Tuesday: Now I don't have kids of my own. But I would know if they were ugly. I mean you're going to love them anyway, but they still ugly. My driver's ed car, Aziza Anniston Alexander, is ugly. But I love her. She had to spend a couple of days at the mechanic shop this week. I spend more time in this car than I do at home, or in my own personal car. She so much more classy with the magnets on the side and the back. I had to take a quick picture before I left her there. The Post it note on the side window? That's your blind spot. "It's so hard to seeee" THAT'S WHY IT'S A BLIND SPOT! TURN YOUR HEAD! < me, daily Wednesday: Today was a little different. Typical work day, and then when we got back to the office, the Boss Man turn on the tv in the classroom, The Capitol was being attacked. People were rioting, climbing the walls, shooting guns, knocking out windows...I don't understand. I have never spoke about politics, I don't know enough to do so intelligently. But this was some hillbilly hee haw kinda bullshit. I have friends on the left and the right, and as with most things, I am in the middle. AND THE ABSOLUTE BEST ONE … Thursday: MEME DAY! Friday: It's been kind of funky this week, but good. There is supposed to be some ice/snow this weekend, so I am headed to the grocery store when I get off work, for essentials. Hot dogs and alcohol. What is with our magnets this week? Y'all stay safe in the freezing weather! Also the deer head is still in the freezer. |
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