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Evil Bad Memories

Evil Joy here with a post on memories and the actions invoking said memories.

When Dr. Evil got sick, I was in the process of cleaning up from a 19 kid birthday party.  Also, I was in the process of getting out my 12 – yes 12 – bins of Christmas decorations.  And cleaning a house for several hours for a friend.  

My house was trashed.  Simple as that.

I was tired and grumpy.  Just gave up and sat to sleep on the couch with my phone so Dr. Evil could call me if he needed anything from upstairs.  Seeing as he hadn’t sleep well the night before he suggested I sleep on the couch so at least I could get some sleep….his legs hurt so badly there was no way he was going to make it down the stairs unless he had to…  (He really isn’t Dr. Evil you know…he’s very sweet…).

About 15 minutes later, IT all began.  He called me from upstairs and said take me to the hospital.

Little did I know it would be weeks before I was home again.

I have these awesome friends and family members.  They cleaned up my house, decorated a bit, and cleaned up what didn’t get put out.

We made it through the holidays.  Dr. Evil came home Christmas Day from 5 weeks in the hospital.  I wanted all the stuff put away – making it as safe as possible for him as he was still using a cane and only doing the stairs once a day.  Plus every time I looked at the stuff about, I remembered how scared I was.

So….this year I decided before the holiday season arrived, I would clean and reorganize the closet where the bins are stored.  And go through the bins and fix what I had chucked in to them haphazardly.  

And I did.

Dr. Evil doesn’t quit get why I’m sad or upset.  I still have issued with emotions – he doesn’t.  Never did.  (Butthead)  

But I do.  

Hopefully I can put whatever ghosts to rest haunting me.  I think I just need the year anniversary to get here – and the year anniversary of when he woke up (December 1) to get here and pass.  Then he’s been ‘awake’ for a year.

EJ out – to figure out what to do with my day since there’s no concessions to do – oh yeah – finish painting Eldest Spawn’s bedroom.

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Evil Chair…Yeah…it’s the Chair…..

Evil Joy here with a post on chairs, feet, stuck feet, and painful release of said stuck foot.

Need I say more?  
Well of course I need say more – it’s meeee!
As if driving to Iowa with Eldest Female Spawn for a weekend of fun taking a turn for not fun wasn’t enough…..Mom of Evil Joy ended up in the hospital with a sore neck.  And no, it’s not because I’m a pain in the neck.  Bite me.
See, I’m going to be a Great Aunt.  Not just a Great Aunt – I’m already that…just ask me…I’ll tell ya!  My Eldest Nephew and his wife are having a baby!!!!!  So I’m going to be a Awesome Great Aunt.  (didn’t want to confuse any of you with saying I’ll be a great Great Aunt….)
And due to becoming said Awesome Great Aunt, attending a baby shower in Iowa is Awesome Evil Fun!  (Shopping for said baby shower even more Awesome Evil Fun!!!!!!)
Evil Silliness led to me running a 5K, attending baseball tournament for Eldest Spawn in our hometown, and then driving 5 hours to Iowa with Eldest Female Spawn.  All in 12 hours.  Tired Evil Joy resulted.  
Then the Evil Sore Neck for Evil Joy’s Mom.  Resulting in Evil Hospital Stay.  Resulting in Evil Joy sitting in my usual not normal fashion – criss cross applesauce, one leg crossed….any which way but the normal way is how I roll.  Resulting in…….
After I was able to have a minute or two with no one in the room but Sleeping Mom of Evil Joy and Evil Joy, I was able to free my Evil Stuck Foot from the Evil Chair Claiming My Foot.  I had to wait until it was just the two of us as Evil Words were bound to escape my mouth as my foot escaped said Evil Chair.
So….Evil Chair.  Bite me.  Wait – you sort of already did that…don’t bite me.  Or anyone else.
Evil Joy – stop getting limbs stuck in places they don’t belong.
Mom of Evil Joy – Get out of the hospital.  Come hang out with Evil Joy.
EJ out – to begin a day of Scattering Joy to those fortunate enough to know me.  Bawhahahahahaha!

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