Society for the Preservation of My Sanity

Yes, folks. It's true. I've remained unable to stop the wicked thing from coming.

And really, I knew it wasn't to be stopped by anything other than dire circumstance. *sigh*

Rest assured that this thing cannot hurt you. Unless you let it, I've been told. And my wicked thing is mostly unrelated to your wicked thing, if indeed you see your thing as wicked.

Some live for the day of wicked things, whether it be their own or that of others. Some live in dread of the wicked thing, even more so than myself. Some will even forget the wicked things, but usually not their own unless they are truly and completely absent minded.

And wicked things can take all different forms from truly horrid to very pleasant. Yes, that's a strange thing to say about a wicked thing, but as I've tried to explain, not everyone views their thing as wicked. That's just become my little pet name for it. Young persons typically anticipate with great excitement the arrival of their wicked things with not much change of opinion about it until they reach adulthood. Then things can change drastically, though not always. Mostly, though, people will start feeling as if the wicked things are coming at much shorter intervals and usually with less and less fanfare as they mature.

I've been encouraged to relish my wicked thing. To be brave and not let it get the best of me. Mostly though my wicked thing is being ignored except by a few. Some people can remember their own wicked thing, but will forget when yours is imminent.

Then there are folks who for some unknown reason will deliberately try to make your wicked thing lots less wicked. Others, however, will use the thing to rub salt in your wounds, so to speak.

Some people go so far as to pretend they don't even have a wicked thing. Some will lie about how many encounters with the wicked thing they have had and others will try to experience the wicked thing more than is acceptable. This is usually for personal profit.

So...my wicked thing is swiftly approaching and there's just no stopping it. I can ignore it, but others will probably not allow that. Or I can go into hysterics over the imminent wicked thing's occurance. Then again....I could just try to make the best of the wicked thing...maybe even enjoy it. Who knows? Anything's possible I guess.

But for today, I can stop worrying about it. As quickly as it approaches, it will not arrive today...and of that I am certain. So today I will focus on the necessary chores...laundry, post-weekend house recovery, getting some pictures off the digital so I can start putting together some Christmas gifts and this evening, I am planning to take Case to the Y M C A' s Fall Festival.

Although I don't think it's related to concern over the wicked thing's arrival, my neck and shoulders are tightening up again. Yesterday was pretty bad and the headache is back too. I may have to go back to the doc to see what else can be done about the muscle spasms. I haven't felt nearly as stressed as when this happened before, so i don't quite know how to handle something I can't figure the cause of. *sigh* One thing the doc said when I was there last was that it could be fibromyalgia, which would cause the spasms.

As much as I don't need another syndrome or disease to add to my list, it would be nice to at least figure out what I'm dealing with. It's unreal the way this type of continuous moderate pain can compound over several days. Gah.

Wishing you all a Marvelous Monday!

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WeeeeEEEEeeell, I see we've touched on a tender spot here with all this fart/fritty/greenie lumps business. (ya'll will have to go to Chrys with your questions on that last one. That one's his!)

Kym came up with some disturbing but pertinent observations about the passing of the gas. She said, and I quote [Why is farting in public a bad thing?] and [What's someone gonna do if you let out a really loud one, act like they've never farted before?]

Well, Kym, I think farting in public is bad BECAUSE MOST FARTS STINK!!! Or are you going to tell me the frittys at your house are pleasantly fragrant and not drop-dead stinky?? ROFL!

I guess it's all in how you were raised (or is it 'reared'? that just sounds freaky, though) to think about this thing called flatulance.

In my house, my little sister, four years my junior, had this weird phobia of farts or anything pertaining to them. Of course, back in those days, I had never heard the word fart before. They were let ones, which looking back through my rose-colored glasses, is SUCH a funny, almost-sweet term.

But I digress...

Sis was really uptight about that kind of thing. I think it had to do with the big turd she popped out in the tub that time when she was about 3. I jumped out of that water so fast it'd make your head spin! I'm not kidding! I thought a big brown dog had suddenly materialized in the bathtub with us...then I realized what had taken place.

Gah-ROSS!!!! Eeeeew!

Mom came running in there, sure that there was some monster after us, only to find me stark nekkid, shivering and pointing in horror to the brown floater in the tub. Sis, meanwhile, is sitting there playing with some bath toy, totally oblivious to the das"turd"ly deed she'd just performed completely without provacation.

Mom's subsequent shriek must have caught her attention though and by the time Mom had fished that thing out of the tub, Sis was convinced that something evil had just appeared in our bath water. I can't be certain, but I don't think she even realized that the evil had come out of her own butt or not, but somehow, she came to the conclusion that things that came from "down there" were not good and better yet, you shouldn't even talk about them!

So by the time she was 7 or so, she refused to listen to any talk of poop or let ones. Seriously! She'd leave the room if you mentioned those things or God forbid if you actually let one slip. Oh, the horror!

As you can imagine, I took every opportunity to use this device to get her out of the room as often as needed. I was forever saying poop and do you smell a let one? and the more popular did you let a poot? followed up with repeated I'm SURE you must have let a poot ---SHOOWEE! That would get her every time!

Then I went to school. There was always some boy making that fart noise in his arm pit or purposely farting up the room and then howling with laughter while the innocent bystanders turned green and fought for consciousness. Then the poot jokes weren't so funny because doggoneit, I wasn't too fond of people actually farting and stinking me out. Besides the boys were always just obnoxious about it.

I just farted! Tah-dah!! Thank you, ladies and gentlemen! I'll be here all week!

Gah.

Then I got married. I should have known that Tommy was one of those boys, but I ignored the signs. *sob* Like the time we were just goofing off in my parent's front yard...I was going to attempt a backbend with Tommy spotting for me.

I am not nor have I ever been very limber in the back, and I told him as much so he'd know I really needed the support. I naively reached my hands over my head...back, back, back I bent til I felt Tommy's hand at my back, trusting him to keep me from falling flat...when *ZZzzzzzZZZPT!* Next thing I knew, I was dropped unceremoniously in a heap to gasp in the wake of fumes left behind as Tommy raced to the other side of the yard. He was blushing and acting all embarrassed.

*shaking my head*

I should have known it was all an act.

That was the last time he ever blushed over a fart. Sheesh! And now that he has two other males to share in his flatulancery accomplishments, he's all the more worse.

total fiction -- men do NOT do this!

For years, I would never knowingly fart when Tommy was around. Or anyone else, of course. But I seriously wouldn't bend wind (because you KNOW I could never actually break it, right?) around my husband. I was just too embarrassed and so it went save for the occasional round of post-legume vapors that everybody gets but still, if possible, I'd leave the room. For goo'niss sakes! A girl's got to keep up the appearance of femininity and charm, after all!

oopsie!

Yeah, whatever. I got over that after I came to my senses and realized he was NEVER going to be ashamed for fogging a room. Not that I went around doin' it for applause or anything. Not like SOME people I know. *cough* boys *cough*

But yeah...I think the fart phenomena is all in how we're conditioned. I was conditioned, in my youth that is, to keep my bodily emissions a private matter except when it could be of personal profit. Then, I was introduced quite rudely to the School of Fart Pride attended almost exclusively by boys and later out of sheer exhaustion, by the mothers and wives of boys.

Which is where you find me today.

But I still say Fritty is a much cuter name for the vapors than Fart.

That's all I got to say about that....for now.

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Super G~ is here to save the day!!! Mwah-ha-ha!

(you knew that was comin', didn't ya?!? I can be Super G~ if'n I wanna! Ha-HA!)

Okay. A fritty is NOT a pretty boy (but that was a good one, Darlene--he was a cutie!) And I guess I'll have to say a fritty COULD be a dummy, et al, k8, especially in Rick's case. He wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. But he was lovable. (this is sad, but he's pretty much living on the streets somewhere in Tennessee the last I heard)

And Abby, don't worry. The Wicked Thing What This Way Comes isn't gonna hurt anybody but me. *sob* Although I have to warn you, Friday Frittys are worse than regular ones for some odd reason.

But to put ya'll out of your misery over this fritty thing....

Are you ready? You're SURE you wanna know?

I mean, some information is just too intense for some people, ya know?

You're gonna insist on knowing, aren't you?

No matter how frightening or dangerous it may be to your own mental health. (and we KNOW this site is ALL about mental health...or the lack thereof...)

(...which might be the whole purpose behind the entire fritty mystery after all?)

(...but really, who knows?)

You're still waiting for the answer??

Sheesh! A persistant lot you are!

And not too bright, if you ask me.

I mean, there's not too many people who'd wait around for the definition of a mystery word made up by a woman who questions her own sanity, after all.

Ya might wanna rethink this.

......

......

So, you're still here, aren't you?

Absolutely positive you wanna know exactly what a fritty is?

*siiiigh*

Okay....

A fritty is A FART!!!!

HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW IT WAS A FART!?!?! C'mon people! ROFLMBO!!!!!!

Uh, yeah. *straight face realizing I'm the only one laughing*

Yep. That was pretty much Rick's reaction to the news, too.

Some mysteries just ain't all they're cracked up to be, huh?

LOL! And speaking of crack......

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LOL! How come nobody came up with a meme with THAT name?? LOL!

What's a "fritty", you ask?

Well....lemme tell ya about that. When I was in junior high, my best friend was about 3 years older than me and in high school already. She and her older sister and I sang at church and at lots of other churches before I entered high school myself. Anyhow, we spent a lot of time together...we even rode the same bus home in the afternoons, which is where this word made its way into the public arena, so to speak.

Ya see, this was a made-up word that Shana and I came up with on one of the thousands of nights we'd spend at each other's houses.

Then one afternoon, the boy that we both kinda had a crush on was tormenting us so for lack of a better insult, we started singing Rick's just a big fritty over and over.

Well Rick was just beside himself with anger because we wouldn't tell him what a fritty was! Once, I even left it on several computers in the school's lab on a loop. Y'know, so that Rick is a fritty continuously scrolled over the whole screen. Soon other people who knew Rick would ask him what a fritty is and how'd he get to be one.

ROFLMBO!!! Oh, the fun we had with that!

And you know what? Later when Tommy and I got married, Rick was one of the people who signed as a witness on our marriage license. After that, he'd spend lots of evenings at our house and finally, after all those years, I broke down and told him what a fritty is.

Can you guess???

(it's NOT the "something wicked", by the way....that's STILL on its way and getting closer!! *wah*)

Posted by subject G~ at 04:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (3) | TrackBacks (0)

Bwah-ha-ha-haaa!! I thought that was THE funniest thing when I heard Adam Mythbuster first say it on the show.

I WANT A T-SHIRT!!!! They have them now, you know. T-shirts with that phrase on them!! See?

TOO. COOL!

But the really awful thing is...I CAN'T STOP SAYING "I reJECT your realiTY and substitute my OWN!"

That just cracks me up!!! See?

Yeah, I know, I know. I'm a bit too easily amused. That may be, but....

HA! Take THAT! ROFLMBO!!!! Oh man! I crack me up!!!

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Miss Zoot HAD HER BABY!!!!

In case you didn't know, Miss Zoot is a sweet lady who designs these awesome templates for people's blogs for free! She's set up my Movable Type TWICE since I first asked her about doing a design for me. That was an amazing blessing for me because even though I bought a stinkin' book just to learn all about Movable Type, I still couldn't have set this up by myself. No. Way!

Anyhow...it may be a lot longer before Zootsie gets to my design, but obviously, she has something much better to concentrate on!!

If you see this, Zoot-hon, congratulations and welcome to li'l NikkiZ!!!!!

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The Society does not do endorsements, as a rule, however occasionally there are products and programs that The Society feels are worthy of recommendation to Its members.

Subject G, on behalf of The Society, recommends:::

on Discovery Channel
An interesting television program that is both educational and entertaining. And if you have boys in the house (any age boy!) they will DIG THIS SHOW!!!

Fresca Sparkling Flavored Sodas

This soda is DA BOMB!! Normally, I drink Caffeine Free Diet Coke. CF because I try to avoid caffeine in my carbonated beverages so as to not feel guilty about drinking full-on caffeinated coffee. I've tried three flavors of Fresca. I like the Peach-Citrus best. Sparkling Citrus (lemon) is a close second. The Black Cherry is good, too, but I get tired of it quicker than the other two. If you're looking for a diet drink that's a departure from the mainstream colas, you HAVE to try this stuff!

Dawn Direct Foam (I have the citrus kind)

Okay now....if you're like me, you would be really suspicious of a product the shows a computer graphic vacuum cleaner-foam jiggy in its commercials...but THIS STUFF WORKS!! I was amazed. Seriously. You gotta try this stuff. Click the link and get a coupon!

Okay, I was going to show you the excellent Dr. Sch0ll's shoes I wear, but there's no pic of it ANYWHERE! They have something called Air-Pill0 Gel and that stuff is SO COOL! I can wear these shoes all day without getting in awful pain. They simply rock! (even if they don't have an online pic!)

B00ne ® Week-Over-Week Wipe-Off calendar
This was an accidental find. I HAVE to have a calendar on my refrigerator!! I've tried lots of different kinds...even printing them off the computer every month with the appointments already on them. They were too small to write much on and I hated how they ended up looking after having to postpone, cancel or reschedule things. I wasn't really shopping for this kinda thing, but when I found this, I knew it was providence! Each of the four 'rows' are a week---the only thing "in stone" on them are the days of the week which starts with Monday so that Saturday and Sunday are together, making weekend planning a bit easier. Each week is separate, meaning it's like a strip instead of a big rectangle. When the top week is over, you simply erase it, move the other three weeks up and then write the now-fourth week's numbers and appointments and stick it on the bottom. You're never "in between" trying to write something for next month in spare space or sticking a post-it on your fridge. I love it. I think you might too!

There you have it. The most recent great finds that The Society feels It can recommend to Its membership. ;)

Posted by subject G~ at 11:22 PM | Permalink | Comments (11) | TrackBacks (0)

*siiigh* I thought surely ya'll would get my meaning what with that quote of Ben Franklin's....

We regretted it because WE ATE TOOOOO MUCH!!

Went to Cr@cker B@rre|. It was YUMMMMMY!!!! Mmm-MM!!

Tommy had his usual...country ham, baby carrots and hashbrown casserole.

I had chicken and dumplings, baby carrots and hashbrown casserole. Add to that the delicious biscuits and corn muffins? And the fact that our plates were clean except for the tongue marks???

Well, like I said....we definitely enjoyed the meal! :)

We talked, we wandered around in the CB store for a bit, we drove around town just killing time. Then we went home and studied a bit on our Sunday school stuff (marriage study, remember?). Then the boys called to get a ride home from the concert.

It really was a good evening. (and yeah, Linda...made so much more so by 1. the cancelled soccer game and 2. the absence of the after-concert headache. ;)

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Gah! :)

Oh, and the boys, Linda's daughter and dh had a blast at the concert.

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Hmm. I guess you're expecting some deep thoughts to come from an opening of those proportions, but no.

*sigh*

One time, about 5 or 6 years ago, Tommy made a special point of telling me one morning that when he got off work that evening, he and I would go out to dinner together. He made a date with me. A very unusual thing for him to do. Very strange.

The kids had some kind of field trip that day and we wouldn't be home til a little after 5pm, so I dressed and did my makeup before we left so I'd be ready to go as soon as we got home.

It was closer to 6pm before we got back home....and no Tommy in sight. I'd bought the boys hamburgers for their supper and they were hurrying to put away their school stuff so they could eat.

I remember Corey being kind of excited for me. That sounds silly, but he was. The boys had asked me why I was dressing up, so I told them. Ha! That tells you how seldom I got spiffed up to go anywhere, huh?

So when we got home, I just changed my clothes and fixed myself a sandwich. I was really REALLY upset.

It was about 8pm or so before Tommy got home. He'd forgotten about it completely. Corey asked him where he'd been and why "..did you .tell Mama that you was going to take her out to eat if you wasn't coming?"

Then he was like Well let's go ahead and go. and I was all like No...I've already eaten and I don't feel like getting ready all over again and besides, it's too late...etc.

That was probably the last time he ever made a point of making a date with me that way. And honestly, if he had've, I'd most likely not hold my breath or even prepare for it.

So this evening is supposed to be Casey's makeup soccer game. It's also the night of the Falling Up concert at the church right beside the soccer field (how neat is that, by the way?)

Casey's game should be over right about the time the concert will start, so he'll have to hurry to change and get over there.

This morning before he went to work, Tommy woke me up to tell me that after we got the boys dropped off for the concert, he and I would go get a bite to eat.

Hmm. That sounds way familiar. And I'm not thinking he'll forget this time. Mainly because he can't seeing how he's the assistant coach and will be right there.

But somehow, it makes me feel nervous or maybe it's more of a sadness. I will have to at least look decent since I'm going to be out in public (LOL! Yeah, I'm not much for gettin' gussied up for housework and such! LOL!) There's no guarantee that something won't come up though. That nasty pager is liable to go off or SOMEthing.

Yeah, I know. Don't go borrowing trouble.

I'm TRYING not to, okay?

It's just that nagging feeling, ya know? So, after all this rambling, what's the conclusion?

When I'm not being a cynical pessimist, I'm a hopeless optimist. *shrugs*

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...or maybe you just feel sorry for me. Or maybe you are easily influenced and naturally respond to bossy orders or emotional manipulation?

Whatever the case, to whoever has been leavin' me the love down there on my hug-o-meter....

Seriously. I know it's kinda a silly thing, but I 'preeshate it.

~hugs~

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I. Am. COLD.

"....Jack Frost...nipping at your nose...."
Nippin'?!? He done bit my nose plum off!

Obviously this is not me. For one, I'm not this cute. And I don't have a neato scarf like that. Oh! And I'm not Asian. But mostly this is not me because although I may be dressed similarly today....I AM NOT SMILING!!!!

Cold, I tell you! I'm from Kentucky, for goo'niss sakes! I'm not used to this wintertime weather "springing" on me (pardon the pun) all of a sudden. Maybe some folks can take that kinda change, *sniffle* BUT I CAIN'T!!!

*brrrr*

That? Now THAT would be me.

*brrrrr!!!* I'm off to fix myself something to thaw out my innards!

G'b-b-b-bye!

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Hey all. I made it through the weekend alive. That's sayin' a lot for me. *heh, heh*

Saturday's headache didn't keep me from sleeping, thank the Lord! I did hit the hay with an ice pack on my head, though. *sheesh*

I was fine Sunday til the afternoon. Then it hit me again. Urgh.

I was really feeling horrible come time for church again, but since Casey had gone home with a buddy from church, we really needed to go. Besides, it was the weekend the church does Pastor Appreciation and the youth were going to run the service. That's always fun, so we went.

I went out about halfway through the service, during the now-famous gag where two of the puppets are dressed up like Preacher and his wife. TOO FUNNY! Even through the pounding, I had to laugh when Miss Pastor in a falsetto voice complained about being too hot and proceeded to adjust on the paper thermometer. Sheesh! What a hoot. Anyhow, I went out to take some Ty|en0l.

After that, there was food in the fellowship hall. I drank a diet Pep$i (urgh!) and a cup of coffee. That was all I thought I could stand. After we got home, I took another dose of headache meds, my Neur0n+in, some BeNedry| and F|eXeri|, got my trusty ice pack, and went to bed.

It would have been good except Tucker pestered me senseless. I dunno what it is, but lately, he has to go out at least three times during the night. *siiigh* I think it may be because I've sat up so late for the past several weeks (when Tommy's worked late...) so he's in the habit now. Guh!

Anyhow, we had a nice weekend, headaches and pesty dogs aside. There's supposed to be a make-up soccer game tomorrow evening, so no practice tonight. But with the weather forecasts, it isn't looking very good. It's hovering around 40 degrees outside and sprinkling rain off and on. Not good soccer game weather at all, and the forecast is for more of the same tomorrow. Ick!

Ah well. Corey is working opening shift again this week, so it's more getting up at 5:30 a.m. for me this week. Casey and I have tidied up the house and are looking through the calligraphy books we got at the library. Right now, he's getting a bunch of paintball stuff together to put on eB@y. Gah! I have never sold anything on there and for some reason, putting something up for auction scares me! If you have any advice, please share!

I'd better get off here and get busy. I found a neat Bible coloring book that has scenes from all the Old Testiment stories, so I scanned some pictures for Case to color. ROFLOL! Um, yeah. We'll see how that goes.

Wishing you a wonderful day!!

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I musta signed up for a ring called Pro-Life blogs at some point in time. I faintly recall looking into it, but it's been several months ago, I'm sure because ... well, just because I know I haven't applied to any bloggie kinda things lately til the frapper.

By the way, folks, get on over to the frapper and PUT YOURSELF ON MY MAP! Sheesh! Do I gotta beacha over the head?!? ;) Okay...*ahem*...manners, Geannie, manners...*ahem*.... Please.

There. *heh, heh*

So, I forget when I applied for this Pro-Life Blogs membership, but today I got the following email:

Sheesh. Not sure it should, but it bothers me. *stew* I just can't figure it out. Maybe the ProLife person came by during a run of potty posts? Or car rants? Or maybe their visit coincided with ol' Flo's?!??! Egads!!

Ah well. I think ya'll know my position on the issue, even though I don't use the word/s "prolife" (is it one word or two and should you hyphenate?!?!) in every post, I think it'd be obvious where I stand.

And besides that, if an occasional post about Flo and her regular visits isn't... well, prolife, I dunno what is! I mean, it's not like I've ever rejoiced over her appearance as if that may make me anti-life or something, right? It wasn't like I was all Woo-hoo! I got my period! Yipee, I'm not pregnant! Who'd want to have another baby anyhow?...etc. and so forth No. I am quite certain I've never posted or even thought any such thing.

Annnnyhow. Whatever. *sigh* It just kinda bugs me (ya think?) that I was NOT accepted on a prolife blogs list! Gah! Maybe I'll figure it out later.

Today. Today has been a very different kinda day. For the first time ever during this soccer thing, my parents were talking about coming to watch a game.

Weird, you say? Not for my parents. Don't ask me to explain. It's complicated, but they're just not big on things like that. The only thing they ever came to watch me do was something they had to take me to (which was everything, right?) and the only things they'd take me to had to do with music. Band, piano recitals...that's it.

Anyhow...my grandpa, Dad's father, was the same way. I think it all stems from the mindset that if it's not work, then it's not worthwhile. *siiigh*

So, they were gonna come, but this morning it was all misty and cool. The temps were about 50 and after so much rain yesterday, it was pretty soupy outside. But we hadn't got a call from Coach saying games were cancelled, so we went on to the field. After all, they'd played a couple of weeks ago in similar circumstances, we assumed they'd go ahead with games today, too.

Ahh, but not so. We get to the field to see the gates closed and hung with a sign : GAMES CANCELLED

Well, thanks for the heads up, people! Grrr! We went on to town for some stuff. I had some things to return to that W-place. While in there, we ran into Coach and his family. Turns out HE wasn't told about the cancellation either. Reaaaal nice. Gah. I suspect it had to do with the guy who is supposedly over the whole league or whatever. He also coaches one of the other teams and he is completely ruthless. I mean, he's borderline nasty and other people have noticed, he's that obvious about it all. Gah!

Sooo, we spent the rest of the day goofing around here at home. That has not happened in MONTHS AND MONTHS!!!! Tommy's snoring now and I'm off to bed here in a few minutes...the boys have just layed around catching up with friends and playing video games. Ahhhh.....

I wish you all a blessed Lord's day!!

Posted by subject G~ at 05:16 PM | Permalink | Comments (3) | TrackBacks (0)

It's baaAAAAaaack.

And we hates it still!!

THIS time I'm (almost) certain the headache has preceeded the muscle spasms. Add the rainy weather that settled on us kinda sudden-like, and you have got yourself a whole mess-a hurt.

ALL my teeth are hurting right now, from my eyes up to the top of my head feels like a stinkin' monkey is in there banging away with a hammer and from the base of my head to the middle of my back feels like two more dadgone monkeys are in there on each end of all them muscles twisting in opposite directions!

YEOW!!!!!!!!!

Okay, okay...done whining.

Today's been a bust.

Took Corey to work at 11a.m. and then Case and I went to the library to find books on calligraphy. Check.

Then headed to the shopping center to look for calligraphy stuff and groceries at Wa|mar+, but decided we needed sustinence first. Walk to Golden Corral. Check.

After stuffing ourselves and making a potty stop, back to the mega-chain discount super store. Check.

We got busy shopping and I missed my cell phone. I have a new one now. Well, new-to-me. See:

Casey went with much reluctance. He hadn't been gone too long when my mondo-purse started to ring.

Gah!! It was in the dorky front pocket. On the OUTSIDE of the purse! Sheesh!

How embarrassing! Anyhow, phone located, I continued my shopping. A different kind of shopping because I come bearing coupons! I seldom use coupons because 1- we don't get any newspapers and so have no regular source of them and 2 - I usually can't remember where they are when I need them!

This time was different. I got my ClubMom coupon bookie thing a few days ago and I was ready!

I bought a bunch of health and beauty aid stuff with my handy-dandy coupons. I saved almost $10! Woo-and-a-Hoo!

Anyhow, whoop-dee-do, I went shopping, came home, unloaded it all with Casey's help. We both were talking 'nap' when Tommy called to say he needed me to go to Corbin to pick up a part for the Trep. If I would do that, it'd give him and Corey extra daylight to go take a bunch of other parts they'd made a deal for at another shop.

On the way there, JUST after I got off the interstate, it proceeded to POUR A FLOOD!!! It was raining so hard I had to pull over. Thankfully, it didn't last long. Then I experienced the inner workings of a big-time salvage yard.

Sheesh. In other words, I waited for about 20 minutes listening to a big ol' guy answering the phone and wheelin'-and-dealin' all in this growly, mono-tone voice with a hick accent.

Yea-up. I did.

Got the part, headed home in the aftermath of a flash flood....gravel all over the roads! Dropped Casey off at the other shop where Tommy and Corey were working and headed home as fast as I could!

Now, here I sit. Typing out the miniscule details of my day so that ya'll can feel the same excruciating pain that I do.

Actuall, that's just a nasty side-effect of reading this post.

Take two (or more!) asprin and read me in the morning. ;)

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I can't think of a title again. I must be going through the change.

Ha! You think I'm kidding?!?!? Nooope! I haven't had it confirmed by a medical-type person yet, but I sure have been having some Shadrach-Meshach-and-Abednego episodes lately.

Wha? You know....the three Hebrew children in the furnace? I doubt that they sweated as much as I do during one of those SMA episodes, but it sure does feel like being in a furnace.

GAH!

I'm not entirely certain that it doesn't have more to do with the whole stress/muscle spasm thing, but I guess time will tell. Either way, it's God's show and not mine. I just pray that those heater-in-my-bra episodes don't continue! TMI, I know. Sorry. Get over it. LOL!

Sheesh. I just had a friend who's almost 45 emailing me about being almost two months late, so she thought she was pregnant and TOLD HER 15-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER!!!!

Good night, woman! I dunno what's wrong with her. I'd never do that to my kids til I had at least an EPT done! Gah! And you wanna know what this daughter's response was???

You're not going to keep it, are you? Can't you put it up for adoption? She seemed so pleased that her daughter at least had a prolife reaction.

Wha?!?!?!?!?

Turned out she wasn't pregnant, but...P-UKE! Yeah. That's the kinda mindset her two kids have. The daughter is the youngest and her 19yo son is in the military, where he ran as fast as he could the second his mother agreed to 'graduate' him. She wasn't pleased with his performance as it didn't measure up to her standards.

*siiiigh*

I didn't think about this entry going in this direction, but I guess that's the big thing on my mind right now.

This lady is one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet. But she has got some SERIOUS issues, especially where her kids are concerned! Sheesh.

I just have a hard time comprehending that kind of attitude....AND allowing it to develop in my children?? No way! Not as long as I could help it. I mean, I know kids are going to form their own opinions and such, but her kids always hated each other and she had this attitude of Oh, well. What can you do? *ha, ha, ha*

Gah! I'm not sure if her pushing them in all the directions she wanted them to go was the bigger problem or the way she never really put her foot down about important issues. *sigh*

This just in...I just got an email from a dear cyber-phone buddy. She's feeling so much like the world's sitting on her shoulders--dealing with problems with her grown children who are making horribly bad decisions and grandchildren who never asked to be brought into such a hostile and dangerous environment. :*( Please lift her up in prayer with me?

*siiigh* I guess it's going to be one of those melancholy days. But I need to shake it off as much as possible. I told Casey we'd go to the library and then maybe to Wa|mar+ to look over the crafty section. I might go to G00dy's too and try to find myself a top that doesn't have a rip, spot or other damage that I can wear to the reunion.

I wish you all a glorious day today!

Love,
me

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...people who do this:::

should be locked in a room with only a bucket and sandpaper and be fed nothing but prunes for a week!

Gah!

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(it's NOT what you think!)

I got me one.

(and it's not what it sounds like, either! sheesh! you oughta be 'shamed!)

Go put yourself on it!!

(look at the bottom of the sidebar to your right)

Thanks!

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Today, after getting the kitchen under control, doing a couple loads of laundry, changing the sheets on my bed and giving Tucker a bath...Casey and I did this:

Well, not THAT exactly...but THAT in theory as in "We tried to do calligraphy today." kinda thing....

I've had this book/kit for several years. It just looked so nice, I was a little loathe to open it up and use it, but I pulled it off the shelves the other day when I was trying to tackle the mess in this room and looked through it. We also have this book and I had skimmed through it a few times. Over the weekend, I poured over them a bit more and decided that if I could get Casey excited about this stuff, maybe it would help him 1 - have better handwriting in general and 2 - learn to like writing and 3 - be a sneaky way to work on his spelling skills (or lack thereof!)

So...today we cracked open the fancy book and got our feet wet. Or rather, we got our fingers all black and yucky! Gah! I have fiddled with calligraphic type lettering, but only using felt-tips.

We only used the bottle of ink and not the chalk-looking pads. I still haven't figured out what to do with those. So we then tried to assemble the dip pens which are supposedly the hardest to use, but according to this book, the advantages would far outweigh any difficulties in learning to use them.

Sheesh. I'm not so sure. Realizing that since I've had the book for awhile, the materials included may not be in the best shape by now, I tried not to get too discouraged. But working on such tiny little jiggies as those nibs and reserviors was unnerving enough. Add Casey, The Boy Who Bounces Like A Ball And Yells A Lot For No Good Reason, to the mix and you have a VERY nervous mom here.

I had to adjust on the reserviors, or actually the little, teensy, tiny flaps, to get them to slide on correctly. Then dealing with the nibs! You have to allow only 1/16 of an inch of the nib to extend past the reservior. Too far out and the ink can't flow. Too far in, and it gushes out.

Then there's the loading of the reservior. What fun. This is where the black fingers were created. The ink is very thin. And I have no clue what you do with the "gouche" stuff in a tube. It's jet black and very thick. After getting disgusted with the bottle of ink that was so thin, I smooshed out some of the "gouche" and tried to mix them together.

HA! Not possible! It just gobbed up and made a bigger mess. *sigh*

We have decided that we will try to find some more automatic nibs, which have a fixed reservior. There's only one of those and it's very wide. But it was much easier to use.

Another thing that was disappointing was that the ink leached out from the original stroke. Like I said, it was very thin and that was evident as we tried our hand at making some fancy squiggles.

This book told us a lot about paper types, but didn't really suggest something to start out on. All I had that was even sorta acceptable was plain ol' printer paper.

Even though we had so much trouble, Casey seemed pretty interested and we're going to check out some books at the library later.

What would be mondo-cool is if we could get the right materials and tools so that we could actually create things suitable to give as gifts. Actually, it's pretty crucial that we find something crafty to give because Lord knows we aren't going to any extra to buy gifts with this year. Not even close!

Sheesh. I'm off to rummage around for something else that might take the ink off my fingers!

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Er, um...wait. That's not exactly what The Wicked Witch of the West said to Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, but that's what the Witch of the Cemetery said to Casey today.

Gah! That old bat!

I'm sorry if I seem to be disrespecting my elders here, but that woman has never earned an ounce of respect in her whole life. She's nasty, gossipy and tries to cause trouble anywhere she can.

She's come over here several times insinuating that our dogs were carrying off the flowers from her elaborate mausoleum. They never have. There ARE many stray dogs and other woodland creatures around here, y'know. I'm surprised she hasn't set up surveillence cameras or some kind of shot gun trip wires. In this burial plot which is more about one-upping anyone else, is indeed set with a honkin' mausoleum with a marble bench, the family name carved in the part where your butt would hang over. It's all fenced off with black plastic chain and wooden posts. Inside the marble box-for-three lies her father and mother with their names displayed with extreme prominence and a space for herself as she's the self-appointed family plot guardian. Never mind that she has other siblings.

I guess none of them wanna be planted next to her?

She's even come over here when we had GUESTS and drilled them about who was carryin' off her flowers. And did you SEE anyone over there? Um, no, we don't live here. But did you see any strange vehicles around? Ah, no. We. Don't. Live. Here.

When I spotted her standing out on the porch interrogating our company, I sent Tommy out to deal with her as I was trying to cook! She went through the same thing with him.

Well, you LIVE here, for Pete's sake (and yes, she says things EXACTLY like that, all hateful and impatient) don't you ever notice who's going up in the cemetery?
No, actually. There's a row of 25-foot tall pines over there so we can't see what's going on.
Well, looks like to me you'd know when there's strangers around and call the law when people are tearing stuff up over there!
Well I'll tell you what, if you want 24 hour security, then you should hire someone because we aren't here to stand guard over your graves.

Gah! She finally huffed off, but man, she is a pistol to deal with!

Today, we'd just got back from picking up Corey. Tucker was with us, of course, and he jumped out first thing. He usually makes a round trip and sometimes over into the cemetery for a looksee. To make sure there are no weirdos or anything he's not seen before over there.

Today, he sees Miss Gulch herself. She's got this ridiculous gitup on...dark sun glasses, wide-brimmed hat with a scarf tying it on, a bulky ill-fitting coat, and gloves.

He, of course, starts to bark. (wouldn't you?) We could hear him, and were calling for him to come....then I hear You git outta here! You git! I didn't know who it was from my position on the porch, but I could tell that someone was way too hateful and we'd better get over there fast.

Casey was closer to the row of pines, so I told him to hurry, that someone was yelling at Tucker. By the time I got close enough to peek under the pines, I saw her standing there with her rake, swinging it at Tucker. Then she turned on Casey and hollered, You'd better get that dog away from here. Ain't no dogs supposed to be in here. I'll call the law on you!

GRRR! I hollered over, That little dog ain't gonna hurt you then under my breath you old hateful bat!

I know...not very Christlike of me. At least I didn't say it out loud. Truth told, she probably never even heard the first part either!

Gah! She makes me so mad!! I'm just glad she doesn't come around often. Her family is one of the big-wig clans in the town and she thinks she's some mighty power wielder, but everyone knows her for what she is. A hateful, bitter old penny-pincher who doesn't care about anyone but herself.

I wish she would call the law. I'd like to see the faces of the deputies when I show them the monsterous dog she's claiming almost bit her face off. Um...yeah. This 10-pound poodle was more scared of her than she was of it.

And rightly so, says I. Nyah!

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I'm not into Harry Potter books, but I always have that snippet from one of the movie previews run through my mind whenever I know something bad is about to happen.

And something bad IS about to happen. Ooooh. *shudder* Something dreadful. And nobody can stop It. It will happen no matter what, with only one exception, and that exception is quite a dismal one.

Ooooh. *weary sigh* If only I could make It NOT happen!!!

But alas. I cannot.

I have a few weeks to prepare for It. I don't know whether to try sleeping through It or brave It in full consciousness. Defiantly stare It down. Look It directly in the eye, if It has an eye, and simply refuse to let It take me.

Perhaps I should simply ignore It. Kind of like the elephant in the room that no one talks about. It's there. In no way can a seeing person not know It's there, but everyone ignores It til It gives up and goes away.

But....will It go away?

We shall see.....

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After that post about Tommy getting to sleep, I got almost none.

Ack! I can't function without sleep. I dunno how Tommy does it. Because he has to, I guess. But I'd never make it.

I stayed up late trying to win the bid on a keyless entry remote for Corey's car. The stupid auction didn't end til like 1:30 a.m. What kinda idiot puts up an item at that disgusting hour?? One that lives on the west coast where it's only 10:30 p.m., that's who.

Anyhow...after staying up to do that, I got sniped. Sheesh! It's not hard at all to snipe someone with s-l-o-w dialup. Wah.

So, started to get ready for bed when my pump tells me it's about out of insulin, so I had to change out my set. It's not that big a deal. Takes me about 8 or so minutes, I guess, but I hate doing it right before bed. You're actually not supposed to change out at bedtime because you're asleep with a new set and IF something were to go wrong with it (leakage, site won't absorb the insulin well, defective parts of the set keep insulin from being delivered, etc.) then you won't know. You'd end up with either hyperglycemia (blood sugar WAY too high -- feeling puke sick, too) or hypoglycemia (getting a low blood sugar on a pump is serious business - they want you to avoid that big time).

Anyhow...thankfully, I didn't have any trouble with the new set and I went to bed at around 2 a.m. At about 3:20 or so, Tucker started hacking. I rolled out of bed and flicked on the light because it sounded like he was gonna hurl and I wanted to 1 - be outta the way and 2 -get him off my bed! Ugh!! Tommy woke up and we both looked at the dumb dog. He was in his usual sleeping position....on his back, sprawled out like he's dead. He just looked at us like What da poo? It's time for sleep, people! and that was the end of the gonna-hurl-like hacking. Sheesh.

At 4 a.m., Tucker woke me up again. This time he needed to potty. #(*&$@ You're supposed to go before you (I) get in bed!!! So I take him to pee.

Crawl back in bed. Get to sleep for what seemed like mere minutes when the alarm goes off. 5 a.m. Time to take Corey to work.

I drop Corey off and get back home. I then find Tommy laying cross ways in the bed slobberin' all over my pillows. I didn't wanna wake him up. so I snatched the dry pillows and got in Corey's bed. Ooooh, how nice to finally get some sleep, I think to my naive little self.

6 a.m. I hear Tommy hollering my name from our bedroom at the other end of the house. I get up and stumble down the hall to find out what's wrong. I didn't know where you were! I tell him about his bed hogging and he says, I got over there so that I'd wake up when you came back to bed. Um....I thought the idea was to let you sleep!!!!!

Sheesh! So, I retrieve my pillows from Corey's room and pile into my own bed and snuggled in. Finally!!! I slept til about 9:45 a.m. without interruption.

I'm tired, folks. Having to get up at 5 o'clock to take Corey to work just messes me up without all the other interruptions. And he has the same schedule allllll week, too.

Sometimes Tommy will take him, but usually I will because that's time he can sleep.

So...pardon me if you hear snoring. It's probably not me, because I don't snore. But sometimes I breathe loudly. (but it's NOT snoring)

;Þ

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Well, Tommy made it through the day. He's so tired. I just wish he could take some time off, but no such thing.

They ended up putting the liar chief guy off work without pay for a week, but after that he will apparently be coming back to his same position.

I just think that's going to blow up in Super's face. I can't imagine what he's thinking. Not that I want the guy fired no matter what, but I do think he should be demoted. Anyone who lies on a regular basis as much as this guy isn't going to just stop. At least I can't think so. Maybe I'm wrong, but....

Anyhow, tomorrow Tommy will have to call a meeting with the whole crew...about 12 men in all, including two other crew leaders (he 'splained to me tonight that they're leaders, not chiefs---well 'suuuuse me!) and tell them what has been going on, why the guy is off work and how things are going to be changing.

I've mentioned what a bunch of whinebags, crybabies and gossipmongers this bunch is. Well, the Super told Tommy that it's his job to put a stop to that stuff.

Hmph! Well I guess the man has a point! And it might be just what Tommy needs to start taking a bit firmer stance with this bunch. They've had a milquetoast guy in Tommy's position for years. That guy would have rather just let crud go than address it, so now there's just crap going on everywhere and guess who gets to clean it up?

*sigh* Tommy is the most likable guy you'd ever meet. He's never met a stranger and he makes "friends" wherever he goes. At least they appear to be friends.

And that's where Tommy gets into trouble. He's become instant buds with more people than I can count. I don't know how many times he's brought a guy home with him...welcomed him right into his inner santum without so much as finding out anything much past his name!

That drives me nuts!!

On the other hand, Tommy thinks, or rather 'has thought' that I never had any friends because I was too judgemental and that I just left off from friendships when things came up that I didn't agree with.

He's actually said that to me.

*sheesh!* It may be true that people don't flock to me the way they do to him, but I've not been used, abused and taken for granted the way he has either.

It never fails when he gets a new pal that soon he wants Tommy to fix something...and he'll come help Tommy do X project...and it never happens. The guy's got a thoroughly refurbished whatever and Tommy ends up with even more things to fix at home and not a soul to help him with the heavy stuff.

It's happened over and over.

I'd rather err on the side of caution, thank you very much.

So...anyhow, this all came to light, or rather came out in the open Saturday night when he and I were going over our Sunday School marriage study. There was a questionare to fill in about ourselves and when it came to the question about friends, he said No, I don't have close friends at all. I hated to see his sadness at realizing that. Just before I'd answered my question by saying that I didn't have a whole lot of friends maybe, but the few I had were good.

Not that they're necessarily always there for me, but none of them have repeatedly tried to use me either.

*sigh*

Anyhow, I got off my subject...I asked Tommy when he first got home how the whole day went dealing with the liar guy and he was like I don't wanna talk about it! So, I said fine, whatever and we went to soccer practice.

There were only two kids on our team there, so Corey, Tommy and Coach just played soccer with them! As tired as he was, it was good for him to just get out there and romp, run and play.

Even if he was way winded in no time at all! It was a good escape.

When we got home, we ordered a pizza and Corey showed him some stuff he'd found online for his car, then Tommy started telling about what had happened.

After he'd talked it out, he started dozing off right there on the couch, so I made him get up and get himself to bed. I can hear him snoring from the other room...over the hum of the computer and the dryer!!

He always snores loud enough to rattle pictures off the wall when he's stressed. :( I think I'll have to go sleep in Casey's room if I'm going to get any rest!! That or find some earplugs! Gah!

Tomorrow, Lord willing, I can get Casey back on track with school work! That is a MUST DO!

Have a good night, ya'll....

~hugs~

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I am totally unable to think of a title today.

Lemme try to get ya up to date on all the dazzling array of things going on here in G-ville.

Tommy had to work AGAIN late into the night Friday. I swear! When it rains it pours. He's tried and tried to get free to do some hunting with Casey. All they've been able to manage are some short trips up on the ridge behind our house. To say the least, the pickin's are slim up yonder.

But there have been various vehicles to fix and pages to answer so any real days of hunting have not come to pass. Tommy has actually said to me that he's not really interested in going. That, my friends, is truly amazing! But Casey wants to go, so Tommy's tried to take him.

After two days in a row of working so late, he took him Sunday morning early up on the ridge and then again to another place that evening.

No luck, of course. The thing I hate most about hunting, other than how it makes most hunters go completely braindead, is the whole government regulation of it all.

Yes, I understand that it keeps animals from being hunted to extinction. I realize that. But of course, getting the government involved means it's gonna cost you out the wahzoo.

And it does. It's getting so that you have to be a rich guy to be able to hunt at all. Then there are the poachers who pressure the natural wildlife so that they change their habits or move to other grounds. Then there's all the hunting shows and all the gizmos that suddenly you HAVE to buy. It's become just a business now. I guess I just think that for landowners should have more rights over their own property and able to hunt their own farms and such.

Of course, then you'd have people buying up lands just to hunt or charge others a fortune to hunt.

*sigh* I know this can be a touchy subject, but all in all, I just wish it didn't have to be such a hard thing for my husband to take our son for a stinking hunt! Buying one license and set of tags is bad enough. Not completely outrageous....but on the other hand it is. But when you have to buy more than one to even be out with your hunting equipment? It's just crazy.

Guh.

So anyhow....Casey's team won its soccer game Saturday. They only have two games left. They've been undefeated so far except for week before last's game. And that one was infuriating. First off, both teams had stand-in coaches (Tommy's "co-coach" for our team) and both were a little unfamiliar with things and maybe a little nervous. (I KNOW Tommy was!) Then there were the referees. GAH!

I realize when you have to depend on volunteers to do things, you can't be too choosy, but one of the two gals is so sorry, I don't think she'd strike at a snake. Then there was the whole thing of them not agreeing on some calls. Or one calling something she was too stinkin' far away to have even seen. THEN there was the fact that for at least two of the six quarters the other team had an extra player!!!

Gah! See, we had two players absent and they did, so we were going to have to play all the kids the whole game. Somewhere along the line, a sixth kid showed up for the other team, but since a couple of the kids on that team were wearing jackets that weren't their jersey colors, well, I guess that's why no one noticed before we did.

Anyhow, they stopped the game when OUR team had control of the ball...when they holler "Stop, stop!" and the kids are confused about what's going on...the ball rolled on and was stopped by the other team. When the extra player was removed, the stupid ref started the game back....with the other team now in control of the ball. That wasn't the only time that happened. But none of us felt sure enough about arguing it to make a stink.

Also there was quite a bit of pushing and roughness from the other team that was NEVER called by the refs. The kid who was mostly responsible was truly apologetic and I don't think he was trying to be mean. BUT I know his coach-slash-father trains his team that way. He is really competitive and pushy. Gah.

Makes me sick for an adult to be that way. So, in the end, our kids lost by one point in a game that was grossly unfair.

*sigh*

Corey's worked pretty much a full week for the past several weeks. This week is no different. He's trying hard to save up money for a paint job for his car.

Speaking of the Trep, it seems to be doing fine now. Praise the Lord for that!

Tommy's work has been even more stressful than usual after one of the workers coming to him with some disturbing news. It seems that one of the crew chiefs had done a maintanance thing with this worker the week before. Normally, this work is done by a different couple of guys, but this chief was needing extra time so he could take a trip his mommy was going to pay for, so to help him out, Tommy let him do this job with this particular worker because the superintendent wouldn't let him use sick time for it since obviously, he wasn't sick.

Turns out that this chief LIED about how much time they worked (the job is done during the night, from like 8pm - 1am) AND not only that, but he'd skipped a bunch of the sites that were supposed to have had maintanence done, but signed off on them as done. And it gets only worse....the chief, as he passed by a site without doing the maintanence would look at the other guy and say, "You're not gonna tell on me, are ya?" GAH!

What makes it worst of all is that this guy proclaims to be a Christian. Most of the workers have long since learned that he's a liar. Things like saying he'd be somewhere, then not showing, or he'd bring something that he'd never bring, etc. The guys all knew that you couldn't trust what he said. But for him to lie about these kinda things? And encourage someone else to lie for/with him. AND after Tommy making special effort to help him?!?!?

GAH!

The chief-liar-guy was on his trip all last week and after Tommy having to work SO much and be SO tired and stressed...he's having to deal with this guy today.

He and the superintendent had been discussing what should be done about the situation. Tommy and I think the only option, unless the guy confessed right from the start, would be to fire him.

The super had said at the very least, he'd put him off a week without pay and take his company truck. But even after this guy comes back...well, everyone's going to know why he was off and they're going to be really resentful of having to work under him after knowing he's a big blow and all he got was a week off work.

I dunno. But I have just been praying that Tommy would have wisdom and energy today. He was out last night AGAIN on a pager call til after 3am.

My poor husband is in such need of a week off himself!! Gah!

Me? I'm doing fine. Just fretting about my hubby. I sent in my papers and money to go to the class reunion. *sigh* I guess I'll be glad I did. But it's too early to say right now. ;)

I haven't heard anymore from ex-hosting person. I dunno if she's given up or just found someone else to express anger at. Who knows? I did have to explain to Dad what had happened. Boy, he was hot! I told him the circumstances and he was just as angry as I had been. He couldn't understand at first how someone else had had access to his files. When I explained the details, he was furious saying how there should be some sort of law against destroying another person's property even if it is a set of files.

Sheesh. I told him I've already been all over this and back again. *sigh* Anyhow...at least I got a construction page up with his contact info.

Tonight is soccer practice so I'd better git. I hope Tommy's going to be able to come home in time...he's supposed to deal with the first 30 minutes of practice on his own because Coach isn't able to come til 7pm. (they had to move the time up a half hour because it gets dark too soon!)

I'm pooped after working up nine packed shopping bags full of greens! Gah! I'll be glad...later. Right now, I'm too tired!

That pretty much catches you all up. Boring, I know. But that's the best I got to offer today.

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I mentioned in the previous entry Tucker's reluctance to go to bed unless I do. It's true! He's really rotten when it comes to hanging around with me.

And I like that. I mean, most of the time the guys will go off doing something and leave me all alone. *sniffle* But Tucker never leaves me.

Matter of fact the crazy poodle will follow me around the house ALL DAY LONG.

If I sit on the loveseat, he jumps up and squishes up beside my leg, not budging. If I get up, he will get up...even if he's fallen asleep. If I go to the computer, he'll sit at my feet and beg to jump up. He nestles in behind me, but it must always be with his head on my left side. ALWAYS. If he's not behind me in the chair, he'll be curled up and/or sprawled out in the floor beside my feet. If I get up, he follows me. If I go into the kitchen, he stays close by. He even accompanies me into the throne room. If he's not sitting at the base of my porcelain pedestal, he's just outside the door with his little poodle nose peeking underneath to make sure I'm not sneaking out the window on him.

He is rotten.

Even if I tell him I'll be coming right back, he has to go with. Poor dog. You'd think he'd be skinny with all that jumping up and down. But then again...I'm not skinny...okay...bad theory there.

Another thing he's rotten for is going with me in the car. Anytime Corey puts on his work clothes, Tucker is all aquiver. His ears perk up and he gets this expression on his face like Oh goody! The car, the car, the car! We're going in the CAR! and I'm riding in the front!

He jumps and makes that little half-bark sound and whimpers. And God forbid I'm not quite ready to leave yet because he will run back and forth between the door and wherever I am, whining to me, then running to the door to hop up and down on his hind legs, barking.

Gah! Silly dog! ;)

Corey's leather seats are not Tucker's friend. He slides and scoots and ends up riding all over the whole car before the trip is over. He must ride to and from taking Corey to work. He MUST.

And when Corey beeps my phone and says, "I'm off." Tucker immediately starts his dance all over again. He knoooooowsssss.

If I have to leave without him, he is good about minding the 'stay' command, but the sad little poodle face he makes sitting at the door is about more than I can take sometimes.

Heh. Yep, he's rotten.

But, really....how could he not be?

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*siigh*

Last night, Tommy came in and sat down in the living room. First time he's done that in weeks and weeks.

But it didn't last long. :( The pager went off about 10p.m. Turned out it wasn't his company's problem, but it was at some apartments that he does all the repairs for...and the super had called him about 2 weeks ago needing some work done.

Thankfully, last night's problem was not the same thing the super had called about, but GAH! It was a pure mess.

He returned home about midnight covered in mud from the waist down and soaked to the skin from there up. Poor guy. I just ache for him when he has to work sooo hard and sooo long.

Anyhow, he requested dry clothes and two cans of Coke. *sheesh*

Since I can't sleep very soundly when he's out at night, I stayed up fiddling on the computer and doing some important stuff I might share later...

Then Tommy came home again around 2a.m., again totally covered in mud. He had another guy with him who'd agreed to help with the job. I hurriedly put on a pot of coffee and rounded up yet another set of clothes, filled two travel mugs and a thermos and off they went again.

At this point, Tucker was literally begging me to go to bed. He won't go until I do. SERIOUSLY! So, I turned in.

I awoke to Tommy's cell phone ringing in the kitchen. He jumped up out of bed all frazzled and dazed and said, "Oh no! I've got to get to work!"

He'd had exactly two hours of sleep. :(

So, I fixed him a hot cheese sandwich and stuck a fruit-n-grain bar in his shirt pocket, fixed him another mug and thermos of coffee and kissed him goodbye.

Lord knows we need the extra money, but I worry so much about Tommy's health. He's always been the type to just keep on and on and on when something like this happens. Or even with the Treps, he's spent all night working on those several times. He's just wired that way I guess. I can't function like that, though.

But he's not a spring chicken anymore and those all-nighters are getting harder and harder on him.

*sigh*

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What were you doing 10 years ago?
Chasing a 2 year old and getting my feet wet in homeschooling for the first time with my 6 year old!

What were you doing 5 years ago?
Doing lots of outside activites with the kids' schooling...lots of driving around and picnic lunches

What were you doing one year ago?
Getting my insulin pump after 30 years of multiple daily injections!

What were you doing yesterday?
Yesterday? Um...what day was yesterday??? Oh, yeah! I was washing greens!

5 snacks you enjoy
dill pickles
corn chips with dip
apples and peanut butter
chocolate ice cream with cornflakes
greens

5 songs you know all the words to
He Touched Me
Amazing Grace
Devil Went Down To Georgia
Mary Had A Little Lamb
Don't Worry, Be Happy

5 things you would do if you had a million dollars
tithe
pay off all our debt
buy a decent vehicle
send my boys to college
hire a maid

5 things you like doing
reading
computer stuff
singing
playing piano
sleeping

5 bad habits
impatience with others
biting my lip
biting my fingers
scratching my hands when I'm nervous
staying up too late

5 things you would never wear again
high heels GAH!
halter top
purple tennis shoes
hats
blue eye shadow

5 favorite toys
computer
digital camera
cell phone
cd player
(wish list) ipod

There. I refuse to tag others on the grounds that it may make a target out of me. LOL!

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