Take it on the run

Where the Sam bloody hell is everyone. No one is posting, no one is commenting..Golly gee...Guys, the holiday is over, come back to blog land for petes sake..mmkay?

So I work with the mentally ill. The house I work in has 4 men. Really nice, but mentally ill men. Mr Blue Eyes asks me if I can run him up to the store so he can "get some supplies"...I say, " you need supplies huh? Ok, lets go dude."

I am figuring he must need some duct tape, garbage bags and large supplies of water.
, maybe 20 rolls of toilet paper for good measure. Not sure what "getting supplies" means to the mentally ill. And the state pays me well enough, so I oblidge and take him to the store. I ask him what store he needs to go to, hoping to God it isn't Target..

Well he wanted to go to the local gas station. Fair enough. He runs in, comes out with 4 two litters of Diet Coke and 2 cartons of smokes. The guy knows what he needs to live.

The men are really very sweet. 2 of the 4 of them are college grads one with a master's degree. It is such a shame what can happen to our minds. It is scary to think one day your fine, making over $100,000 a year , next day your sucking your thumb and see ponies fly by. It just isn't fair. I mean I get it if your born that way, but to be "normal" then one day your a crazy loon..That is like a nightmare. Be grateful of having a mind that functions somewhat normally. It could be gone in a blink of an eye, and you could be sucking your thumb, playing with dolls and thinking that Paul Mcartney is stalking you and actually go to the police station and file a restraining order against him..

Of course if you think like Tom Cruise then your crazier than Mr Blue eyes, and you need to go out and get your supplies.

So far Butch has went 2 straight days without showering my toilet seat, floor and surrounding areas with his urine. Its like I am potty training my dog, I was going to start leaving newspapers on the floor around the pot and dog biscuits on the sink for his convince when he piddled on the paper like a good boy...

But thankfully I have not had to go to such drastic measures. Funny thing is, I have been having to lock my dog up in the basement bathroom because she has not been waking us up at night to go out..And the little sucker has been whizzing on my carpet. I just can not get away from things peeing on my floor. But my dog is scared of the dark. I need to get "The Dog whisperer" over here to get that all figured out.

I am going to work on my book over the weekend. I need to hurry up and get them done so I can finally get a damn housekeeper. I am so tired of cleaning up urine. I would have no trouble paying someone else to do it. Lord knows I am not getting paid for it.

Bee Real