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November 30, 2005

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Trying to sort through pix. I'm still kickin', but not too high. Very thankful to be doing so well! Not even hobbling (except for at night after a full day of insane doin's).

Have most of the trim done in the other (formerly school/computer/piano/craft/junk room, currently almost-living room) room and soon as Tommy can get home on time, we'll be able to start painting the walls. As it stands, he's had to work late on line breaks and such all week! (we wonders about that, yes we do, Precious!)

Anyhow, the carpet is horrific in there. I mean, WAY gross! I've tried everything on it, but seems that nothing performs miracles. It's a combination of large dog pee spot in THE MIDDLE of the room and just neglect from being the junk room and being tromped through with dirty feet, etc. We really need to replace it and being as it's almost 11 years old, I guess that's not too outrageous. If we'd only known that carpet, especially off-white berber, with boys in the house was LUDICROUS!, we could've avoided this and just put in a dirt floor. *pthttht*

So, I almost have this patio door done...it's a french style door with one side fixed and FIFTEEN panes on each side. You can't take the grid out and paint it off the windows. I tried that wunst. We had to buy a new glass panel after it fell into the house and smashed into a bazillion pieces!!!! So, after Mom painted them...before I could tape anything off, there's paint all over the windows, which means lots & lots & lots & lots & lots & lots & LOTS of paint scraping. GAAAH!!!

This room is still piled up quite a bit, but I AM making headway with sorting and cleaning bookshelves and cabinets. I've thrown away a ton of stuff and am still tossing! WOO!

The rush is on though because NO WAY am I gonna get out Christmas decorations til this stuff is done! I can't believe November's gone!!! And get this...I had my windows open yesterday!!!! It was that warm! But today? It's hovering around 40 degrees! What freaky weather!

Okay...I'm off now. Will try to get the pix up asap. Hope you're all havnig a great week! Soon, Lord willing, I will be able to catch up with you all!

~hugs~

November 27, 2005

heeelllp meeeeee....

Gah! Hope you all had a wonderful holiday! We did, but nothing on Thanksgiving Day went the way I'd thought it would. It was all good, yes, but different.

For starters, we ended up painting the ceiling before going down to Mom's. Yes. I said we painted the ceiling on Thanksgiving Day!

The dumplings were almost made by the time I got down there. I was kinda floored, not understanding why they'd started so early. I didn't ask questions, but just jumped in helping do what I could. Later it came out that Mom had told all of us 6pm but had in mind (and told dad) 5pm...but forgot to inform the rest of us Good grief! Is it any wonder I'm a basket case most of the time?!??!

So, we had a good time, but Dad vows never, ever to have Thanksgiving so late again. Seems his digestive system gave him a good talking-to afterwards. Urgh.

Mom was wiped and basically didn't go anywhere for the next two days. *sigh* I hate it when she does that. She'd also tried a few new recipes, which is unusual for her, and most of them kinda flopped. Not horribly, but she was pretty torn up about it and had to warn everyone what was "awful". Sheesh!

{WARNING: RANT AHEAD} We didn't get home til about 11pm because the boys started a M0nop0ly game as soon as the table was cleared. My inlaws love board games. My family pretty much doesn't. We never played games much when I was little because it was nearly impossible to keep my sister focused enough. Even when she was old enough to play the games, due to her epilepsy, she just couldn't stay focused, so we always just kinda pretended to play games. That pretty much ruined me for being very competitive or even agreeable to most games.

I especially dislike long drawn-out games. I get SO tired of waiting for the M-game to be over when it inevitably gets dragged out at Christmas at the inlaws!!! Every one of that family plays like it's the real thing. Drives me absolutely nuts!

This time, though, it kinda made me mad. The area where the dining table was set up is kinda over in a hole to itself anyhow. So here they all are, my guys, hubby and the inlaws, and they're all bugging the snot out of me to play.

I did for awhile, but had to leave for a bathroom break. When I came back, Mom was hunched over the sink trying to do dishes with her back hurting. I jumped in and started helping her. When they hollered that it was my turn, I told them I was busy!!!! When Tommy realized what I was doing, he took my turn for me and they didn't yell for me again.

Mom kept shooing me away, but I wouldn't quit til everything was put away and washed. Then we sat down in the room beside the big game room and talked some. At some point, they needed me to come make some decision about my assets and such. Apparently, I'd amassed quite a sum and a couple of red-hot properties. Since it was obvious that I didn't want to play anymore (like me saying I don't want to play in the first place wasn't clue enough!?) they wanted me to liquidate. After a lot of begging and such from Tommy, I divided up my money and properties between the boys, and gave Tommy the $60 that was left over. He wasn't too happy and later blamed his losing the game on me.

Anyhow, it's not like the inlaws are very socially graceful people anyway. I mean, sometimes it's hard to figure out how their minds work. Like sending me that birthday bouquet the other day...after 20+ years of ignoring my birthday altogether?!?!? Just WEIRD! So then when Tommy joins in and drags the boys with him instead of visiting, it kinda burnt me up. I mean, we had all talked about Sis's boyfriend coming with her, but they couldn't even come up for air long enough to say more than Hi and 'Bye, let alone visit with Mamaw or my parents. It just seemed terribly rude to me. {END RANT}

*sigh* I'll get off this subject before I get upset again.

Back to the rearranging....on Friday morning, we didn't something we'd never ever done before! We went to one of those after-Thanksgiving-day sales!!! Yep. Tommy, Casey and I got up at 4 in the morning and drove to W@lm@r+!!! The boys had seen a tool box they wanted to get their dad for Christmas and it was in that big sale. Corey was going to have to work and didn't want to get up that early, etc...and there was no way I was going to attempt to go with just Casey and myself, not after how my sis described the pushing and fighting in past ATD sales! I was afraid by that time!!!

So, we told Tommy about it and he was willing to go. He didn't seem to understand the concept of "The early bird gets the goods" and we arrived with like 5 minutes to spare. He let Casey and me out at the door when we got there and saw all kinds of people running into the store. We went straight back to tools to find a whole gang of people all bunched around FIVE tool boxes!!! I just about freaked! I guess the lady standing next to me saw my expression and said, "They have more in the back and will give you a ticket to pick it up." Sheesh!

Tommy came in just before the melee started so I hurried over to the other side of the store to get in on another great bargain. Turned out it wasn't nearly as ferocious as Sis had let on...but then again, I wasn't anywhere near electronics or toys, which are the main areas of Sale Madness. I heard reports of toy-throwing and name-calling.

Good night. I've heard it all now.

We got home and piled back into bed. Later we got up and got Corey off to work and started on the bigger room. We'd moved everything except a china cabinet out on Wednesday night, so we were ready to start on the walls.

It took us most of the day to get it done, but we did. EVEN the trim! We also went ahead and painted the kitchen part of the wall. The middle wall of the big room runs right into the kitchen and there's NO good place to break it since the doorway of our bedroom sticks over into the big room by about 4 stinkin' inches!

We got in bed at about 12am that night. Saturday morning was more of the same. At this point, my feet were protesting loudly, but they weren't swelling. After rubbing them down with straight peppermint oil and a quick foot bath, I had them quieted down enough to start getting busy.

Tommy already had the paint tape up and was getting the floor ready for wax and buffing. We got that done about 5pm and started moving the biggest part of the furniture in. I found some furniture mover jiggys at Wm@rt the day before and those things are lifesavers!!! They moved the two 6-ft bookcases and the double-wide 6-ft cabinet fully loaded!! We took the computer and components all apart and cleaned them. The piano was the killer. Tommy and Corey LIFTED IT and carried it into the hardwood room. Sheesh! I'm just glad Tommy didn't tear his back up. Corey never even complained of being sore, but Tommy is feeling the after-effects. Thankfully ibuprofen and menthol patches are keeping him from being immobile.

I absolutely love this color and if not for being unbelievably tired from the effort, would happliy paint the rest of the kitchen and the other room and hallway this color!! And we may do that yet!!

As it stands, the paint in the front room was lots worse than I'd hoped. Since we had the walls almost completely covered with furniture, it was hard to tell. But it was plain to see once we started moving stuff out of there. That room has to be painted.

*sigh* I would be happy to do it the same color, especially since the open arched doorway joins the two rooms and connects to the hallway, but the guys are against it. So, I'll probably go a few shades darker and tell them to suck it up! Tommy thinks he can get the ceiling done tomorrow night, then I can work on the walls and trim on my own. Well, except for the middle wall which is 12ft high.

The carpet is horrible, but sadly, it's not much worse than I figured it was. GAG! It took staring at it in broad daylight for Tommy to even take notice. Forget that I've been telling him for years that it was horrible. NOW he says We need new carpet. Sheesh.

But that will have to wait. For now, it'll be all we can do to buy the paint for another room! I just don't think I can stand it til after Christmas, though, so we're going to jump in and tackle another room.

That's all for now. I have tons and tons to do to finish up things that have been moved into this room (including the computer!). Bookcases to clean and sort, cabinets to organize, and garbage to tote off. Gah! Not to mention the unreal mountain of laundry that's accumulated in the past 4 days. ARGH!

What? Pictures?? Yes. I have pictures. Just be patient. I'll have to get them uploaded and show them to you all at once...or maybe I'll put them up on flickr and post the link here.

Just gimme time!

Thanks for all the well-wishes on the rooms and the Happy Thanksgivings. :) Hope you all had a blessed holiday too!!

~hugs~

November 23, 2005

babble, babble, gobble, gob

Tomorrow is the day a lotta people will be celebrating Thanksgiving.

Here in America, it's a day when there are school plays featuring Indians and Pilgrims. It's a day when a million ovens will house a turkey for a few hours. Later, said turkey will be devoured, sometimes without so much as a "God is great, God is good, Thank You God, for our food". Sometimes, the meal is shared with family members who won't even speak to each other across the table, let alone the rest of the year. Sometimes the table is surrounded with laughter and loving smiles.

Some Thanksgiving gatherings will be huge! k8 is preparing to host almost 30 relatives at last count. Some gatherings will be smaller. Like ours, I s'pose.

We will gather at my parents' house, my crew, my sister and her boyfriend, my grandma and my in-laws. My mother will be on her last nerve, but she won't show it nearly as much as I would in her place. She'll put on an unbelievable spread and will have every hostess gadget and fancy out that she owns. And that collection is considerable, believe me!

Mamaw will sit in the nearest chair, straining to hear all the conversations. Dad will be fussing around trying to get all the assigned tasks done and possibly fussing with Mom, too.

My sister, well, I'll have to wait and see how she behaves with her dude there. After almost two years of just disliking him big time because he's been totally antisocial to use...well, he's finally come around a little. So we'll have to start calling him by his name instead of referring to him as Lump. He earned that nickname, but I am thrilled that he's finally to the point he'll actually speak and wave when he sees us. And I'm thrilled that my sister is happy.

But if they eat and leave, I'm going have to smack him around some. ;Þ

My boys will likely be sent on an errand or two by their Nana, but will otherwise watch something on TV. Tommy will chat with his parents and the rest of the crowd while the finishing touches are put on the meal.

I will have been there for a while already helping Dad fix the dumplings. Yes, we are having a huge pot of dumplings and I will love every single one I can get into my mouth.

Mom and I have been the Dumplin' Gang for the past 8 or so years ever since Mamaw got to where she couldn't manage it herself. Dad's helped in a pinch a few times. He's going to be taking over Mom's position this year because (I just found out) she burned two nasty places in her hands with a glue gun.

Yes, I know. Guns and Glue are dangerous. Put the combination in my mommy's hands and something bad is bound to happen. As it is, she's working in those nursey gloves. I just hope she doesn't get an infection!

Today, I'm just a mess. Can't seem to get myself together. Can't seem to focus or get anyproject going. I think I'm freaking out about the coming gigantic move-o-rama we have planned. There's just NO place to move stuff too, so you gotta just do it all at once (ha!) or find somewhere else to store "stuff" while you paint, polish, move furniture, etc.

I haven't slept very good the past few nights, either. Oh. And Flo just showed up yesterday. You know it's gonna be a rough ride now.

*shudder*

Okay. I won't dwell on that today. I must make green bean casserole and do what I can to get "stuff" done. Gah! Stuff will be the death of me! LOL!

Mom had to show me all the cleaning, organizing and decluttering she's been doing at her house. It was amazing! I don't know how that woman does all she does. GAH! I think she's commendeered Dad a few days, though. He's not quite as gripey as Tommy is about that stuff. He doesn't like it, but he doesn't complain or try to weasle out. When he's "done" with the job, he'll just disappear!! LOL!

So, I suspect my mother's going to be a raging bull when she gets up here Friday. I just hope I survive.

Maybe we'll all be too full to tackle the job? Sheesh. If only, if only, if only. It has to be done, so I might as well quit fretting.

This was supposed to be a Thanksgiving day post, so let me list a tiny few of my blessings....

  • my salvation

  • my husband

  • my children

  • my parents

  • my sister

  • their salvation

  • my home

  • my health

  • my friends, new & old, far & near
  • Blessings to one and all! If you don't see me 'round for awhile, you'll know one or any combination of the following has happened:

    1. I died from turkey overdose
    2. I died in the rearranging coup
    3. I lived through both, but am suffering post traumatic stress disorder
    4. I lived through both, but am enjoying my new digs so much I can't bother telling you about it
    5. I lived through both, but am too lazy to jiggety-rig the pix and make a post

    Okay. One more thanks:

  • Thank God for blog buddies.

  • November 21, 2005

    whodda thunk? pt 2

    Keep in mind that Saturday night was my big 20th High School Reunion and how unsure I was about going.

    The Tommy Shopping Network was still cranking out the head pain all the way up til about an hour before reunion time. After getting spiffy new shoes, he wanted MORE clothes! So we headed next door to G**dy's.

    Not that I begrudged him because he surely needed some nice casual clothes, but HE IS SOOOO PICKY!!!!!! ARGH!

    Somehow, he doesn't comprehend that EVERYthing he likes is NOT going to necessarily come in his size OR the color he wants.

    GAH!

    I was nervous as a cat in a roomful of rockers by the time I got home. Since he'd driven too, I went on home while he and Case headed to get Corey from work.

    Tommy had some interesting news to tell me as I was leaving my breakfast, though...a very long-lost friend of mine had called to let me know she would be at the reunion!!

    Gina. The one person from junior high on who I would truly consider my best friend.

    I hadn't talked to, heard from or seen her in at least ten years! (I love this pic of her)


    Gina, circa 1986

    Gina was my one and only bride's maid. She was The Career Girl and I was The Homebody. And that was good! I had no desire to traipse all over the country the way she has. She's worked in higher education ever since she graduated from college. She's lived in California and Texas and finally she came back to Kentucky.

    I don't recall how long she's been back here in The Bluegrass State, but I'd hear from her older sister when we'd occasionally run into each other at the W-place. Gina was here doing this, or there doing that. Trina, big sis, confided in me once that she wasn't sure Gina would ever settle down after being very serious with a couple of different (and, I'm told, wonderful) guys over the years.

    I couldn't figure Gina out either. We used to write and she'd call me when she was in town. Then something happened, and we just lost touch altogether.

    She told me last night that she had been married. To her job. And she was sick of it. She'd made a change to a new job that allowed her lots more time for life. She's now living in LeXingt0n, where I travel to docs pretty often. She's (forgive me, Gina, I'm sure to get this wrong) the Director of Student Services at the University of Kentucky College of Pharmacy.

    She has all this counselling experience and is the gal to see with questions about pharmacology!

    It was so wonderful to see her again and to realize we still have that special connection because even through the sporatic Really? When was that?'s it was like old times...like all these years hadn't made any difference in our friendship.

    True friendship is cool that way, don't you think?

    So, yeah. Gina was my very best friend in school and she was in my wedding. Here for your enjoyment (yeah, that means you can either go "awww" or "ha, ha") is a pic from the old days:
    This isn't a very good quality photo. My dad took it back in my empty, dark bedroom just before the walk down the aisle/hallway.


    July 19, 1985

    And here are some brand new ones:

    I really never thought much about Gina coming to this reunion. I guess I just figured she was too busy, off living her glamourous life, ya know? And I guess I assumed long ago that she outgrew me. And maybe even, in my more self-pitying moments, that I wasn't interesting enough or whatever. That's EASY enough to imagine, but not altogether realistic maybe. I mean, YOU people find me at least interesting enough to stop by and peek in on the crazy gal occasionally, right? ;Þ

    Yeah, whatever. Ha!

    Oh, and you guys are NOT going to believe this. During telling us about making such big changes in her job to have time for life, and things like dawgie, she says, "Lemme show you a picture of Tucker."

    Me and Tommy are all like, How'd you have a picture of Tucker? then we realize HER dog's name is Tucker and we're all like, NO. WAY!!!

    Freaky, huh? ;)

    I'm just pretty awed about this reuniting with my dear friend after all these years.

    Gina, I love ya, girl!

    (now just where is that email you promised me? *tap, tap, tap*)

    whodda thunk? pt 1

    Hope you've all had a good weekend.

    I sure did despite how I thought things would go. Goes to show what a little prayer can do, I say. ;)

    I had my belated birthday breakfast with the two girlfriends of mine. The meeting site has become Cr@cker B@rre| because, well...do I really even need to explain? Yeah. I thought not.

    I am the baby of the group with K nearing her 41st birthday in February and D coming up on her 44th in May, so I keep them in their place with that tidbit every chance I get.

    I am also always the late one. They give me no end of grief over holding up their plans. Which usually consist of nothing much. And besides, I know they secretly love it because it gives them time to get their caffeine rush going before The Young Whippersnapper gets there with her quick wit and sparkly charm. *cough* *sputter* Whatever!

    Anyhow, so I get this email from D telling me the time, place and such and she says something like It's your birthday so you can be late if you want to *yadda yadda* and we'll just hang around in the shop. You will find us by the crazed uncaffeinated looks on our faces.

    Bah! I shot back a reply saying Yeah. Riiiight. Ya'll wouldn't even wait on Jesus for coffee.

    I felt bad about it, but turned out I was entirely correct!

    See, I had this plan. I was going to get there before either one of them ol' gals! ha!

    I actually got woke up when Tommy took Corey to work and couldn't get back to sleep. So I picked out some clothes, did a load of laundry, did my hair and make up and tidied up the bathroom. Then I gathered up the latest sale paper from K - M@r+ and my newest copy of Di@betes Self M@n@gement and headed over to the CB.

    I parked right up in front of the store and sat in the car for awhile, looking over the sale paper, tearing out items I wanted to look for later.

    Finally, about 20 minutes til meeting time, I went inside, got a table and told the hostess there would be two more ladies joining me in about a half-hour or so. I DID order coffee and began reading an article. It was pretty interesting, so I dug out a red pen and underlined some things I wanted to show Tommy and my mom.

    I looked at the clock once 8:57, then again 9:09. I just knew I would be able to hear D's laughter which is very distinctive if they got seated elsewhere. Check the clock again 9:16. What the heck?!?! I knew they weren't running that late. Not both of them! So I proceeded to look around.

    Nope. They weren't in the section where I was sitting. Then I peeked through the lattice I was sitting against, and there they were. Laughin' and talkin' and drinking coffee!!

    Ah-HA! I KNEW it! I picked up my stuff and walked from the back of the store toward them.

    It was then I was treated to an awesome sight. Both their mouths dropped open and they were totally speechless.

    Amazing. LOL!

    So anyhow, after explaining how long I'd been there, why they couldn't know I was there because I was driving Corey's car which they'd never seen and how I was SO right about them and the coffee, they picked their jaws up off the floor.

    We had a good time. I don't know whether D took my comments about not feeling better to talk with people who had more problems than me, but she didn't mention her son. In a way, I hate that she possibly didn't feel free to talk about it....BUT I know that wailing about him and his sorry choices and his ill treatment of her doesn't do ANYone any good while her interaction with him remains the same.

    They presented me with a coupon for tanning services at some kinda tan-o-rama I'd never heard of. K says it's "da bomb" and has like 17 different beds and/or booths! D had bought me some yummy-smelling accelerant, so I guess next chance I get I'll head over there and check it out.

    I have to say, I was torn between disappointment and relief over not getting candles from them OR a sneaky rendition of Happy Birthday to You sung by whatever staff were on hand that morning.

    ROFLOL!

    After breakfast, I got hold of Tommy and Casey. They were in town and wanted to meet me at another restaurant for lunch! Gah! Yeah. We had just sat in the CB for over 2 hours. Which is about average for us, by the way.

    Obviously, I wasn't hungry and besides that, I'd had a butter accident at the CB and ruined my shirt. Why don't they teach people not to allow the butter ball to make a pool that fills with melted butter and then sloshes all out 'n on you when you attempt to smear your french toast?!

    So, I came home and changed then headed back to town. I told them to go ahead and have lunch and then come over to the K-place where I'd be shoppin'.

    When they got there, the trouble started. Tommy wanted to buy himself some shoes but not til AFTER we were pretty much done shopping. That means DONE FOR, as in Casey and I, we had achin' feet!

    But no. Tommy is Mr. NitPicky when it comes to doing something like picking out shoes or clothes which is why I never take him shopping and since he's so hard to please if I bring clothes home, he usually doesn't have much of quality to wear.

    Oh, the headache was well under way by the time he'd finally settled on some shoes...

    November 18, 2005

    thinking...

    This is probably the most reliable one I've seen yet....


    The best way to a man's heart

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    Is to crack his chest open.

    Yep. I think that one's bound to work every single time.

    now i'm totally confused...

    butterflyeyes
    BUTTERFLY EYES

    You have Butterfly
    Eyes!
    Positive Traits: Thoughtful,
    Intelligent, Humble, Clever, Open
    Minded
    Negative Traits: Elitist,
    Conceited, Apathetic, Cold, Sarcastic

    Your eyes are the windows to your soul. What type of eyes do you have?
    brought to you by Quizilla

    Um....erm.....WHA???

    I am way confused on this one. I mean, aren't the words humble and thoughtful kinda the OPPOSITE of elitist and conceited??!?!

    Sheesh. Whatever....

    I WILL admit to being the last three negatives, and most of the positives, too although I'm not so sure about intelligent!!!!

    Freaky.

    but i could never be that cool...

    Snoopy
    You are Snoopy!

    Which Peanuts Character are You?
    brought to you by Quizilla

    Fairly accurate as for the description, but...*stammer*...I could never be as cool as Snoopy.

    No. Way!

    November 17, 2005

    merry christmas, doggoneit

    *siiigh*

    I found a couple of really cool toys on who-know-where for the boys. Actually, I was looking at it for Casey, but then I found a sweet deal where I could get two. So I did.

    I'm not sure Corey will be so enthused with them, but if he gets tired of it, I *think* I can use it. *ha!*

    The bad things about your kids getting older are:

    1. They can talk (back)
    2. They can understand when you're hiding something from them
    3. They learn to read
    4. They're old enough to stay home by themselves while you go to the eye doctor
    5. They're also old enough to sign for packages when the mailman comes

    So add to all those the fact that when order things as gifts for your kids that they get delivered to your house even if you're gone....well, it can just be bad news.

    I got this call from Casey, who had opted to stay here and do math. He tells me the mailman came. He says my insulin pump supplies came in. Good I reply. He says two more packages came, too. My heart sinks.

    What were they I ask.

    Well mama, I couldn't help it. It's Christmas presents. I tried not to see, but the picture is wrote all over the outside of the box. I'm sorry.

    Ah shoot. Well, don't be looking at them any more! I'll be home soon, I hope.

    Okay, mama. I really didn't mean to know what it is.

    So since he's done'n seen it, you can too::

    I asked him, after I got home and had to check to make sure they were in good shape and then, of course, we had to test them out...if I was going to box and wrap them up or was it going to be "Merry Early Christmas!"

    You can guess what he said....

    fyi::: THESE THINGS ARE SOOOO COOL!

    i was just wondering...

    Why is it that you go to the opthamologist to have a check up. The same opth you've gone to for the past sixteen (16) years, and they make you fill out a new patient form. You tell them you already did this, but they say they need an updated one. Even - though - nothing - has - changed ! ! ! !

    So, you spend time giving information like today's date, and birthdate only to have to write the same info either on the SECOND PAGE or at the bottom of THE SAME PAGE.

    Then you answer questions like are your eyes sensitive to light? They are. And do you wear glasses? You don't. You answer these same questions at least twice.


    Then, you go back in the exam room and endure two Can you read the letters to me? dealies, and then they put numby stuff in and check your pressure (when they jab at your eye with that pen-looking thing) and then they do the Which is better? One or two...one or two. thing. Next they put in the dialator crud and leave you to sit in the dark for about 50 minutes.

    You being to wonder if they'll need to put more drops in because the stuff wore off before the doc ever came in.

    Then Doc finally arrives. He flips through your fairly massive file and then asks if your eyes are sensitive to light.

    THEY. ARE.

    Then he proceeds to put his headlight jiggy on and using a large magnifying glass, shines the light through the glass into your fully dialated eyeballs...that are sensitive to light! Next, he looks through some other machine. You can deal because there IS NO LIGHT!


    After that he says all is well. He tells you the microanyurisms remain unchanged. Good news. He asks if you are having any problems. You say only that it's becoming harder to read. He basically says that you're just old and by 40 you'll need BIFOCALS! Then he says, "I guess when you take off your glasses, you can read better?"

    *blink, blink*

    "Um, I don't wear glasses!"

    "Oh!" then he commences to mumbling something about the new girl marking the wrong box and then with this oh-goody tone of voice, "Then you'll just need reading glasses!"

    Sheesh.

    You think you're allll done and are anxious to vacate the premises when he directs you to another room and leaves you with a personality-less nurse and you fear the worst.

    And it IS almost the worst. It's the flash camera.

    She instructs you to lean forward and look into the lens. Your eyes are still completely dialated as the nurse does something that makes an orange light appear in the lens. Not too bad. You can tolerate that. Then she makes the orange light bigger so that it's all you can see. THEN she makes the orange light turn white and brighter. She tells you to look straight at the thing and open your eyes wide.

    Then....SHE TAKES A F - L - A - S - H PHOTO OF YOUR EYEBALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    And. It. Huuuurts!

    Then she has the gall to do it three more times and THEN does it four times to the other eye.

    So by the time you stumble to the very bright outer office, you're practically blinded and in desperate need of those ugly roll-up glasses, which Miss (Un)Personality didn't even offer to you.

    GAH!

    So much for going to do the two other errands you have to get done. (bank - to get a new cRedi+ c@Rd and family doc - to get a flu shot)

    I hate going to the eye doctor and coming out with less vision than when I went in!!!!

    But at least this visit didn't include razors and needles to the cornea. That's the only thing that keeps me from being even more fussy! I KNOW it can be muuuuch worse!

    Sheesh.

    [desist whine]

    Okie-doke. I'm outtie. Maybe I can go outside without going blind now. ;Þ

    November 16, 2005

    oooohhhh nnnnoooooooooo!!!!

    This CAIN'T be good.

    My husband has a computer. Of his own. At work.

    He can't even turn mine on without hollering at me at least twice.

    Obviously, the people over there don't know who they're dealing with! Mr. CompuHandicap!

    Last night, he called to say he was staying at the office (HIS office...inside the breakroom...at the shop *grin*) to play around with the computer some. When Corey told him we had pork chops for supper, he suddenly didn't have to fiddle with it anymore.

    LOL!

    But tonight? Well, I was in the process of tracking down nasty scammer people and hadn't got supper started, so when he called with the same message again, I told him it'd be at least an hour til supper.

    That was all well and good....til he called me. Wanting to ask me computer questions.

    Okay, do I click OK or Apply? Oh! Wait! My box disappeared! Oh. No, there it is... Now, how do I play Solitare again?

    Now, it's not that I minded helping him. But he spent the first 45 minutes asking me stuff about how to change the color scheme and background! It was all I could do to keep from alternately screaming and laughing my head off.

    IT WAS SOOOOOOO FUNNY!

    ...until we were STILL on the phone almost 2 hours later.

    By then I was getting pretty tired and a little cranky.

    I guess Corey could hear the fatigue in my voice so he walked into the bedroom and picked up the extension. From there, I just said, "It's after 9pm. Supper's ready. I'm hungry. We're eating. G'bye."

    Tommy finally walked in the door a little after 9:30pm (no we didn't eat without him) and his first statement was Time just flies when you're on the computer!

    *blink, blink* He DIDN'T just say that, did he? Not after getting gripey at me about taking "too long" on the computer? A MILLION TIMES!! And when I'm actually doing stuff?????

    'Nuff said.

    B-E-W-A-R-E

    IF YOU HAVE A P@YP@L ACCOUNT, BEWARE OF PHISHING OR SPOOF EMAILS!!!!!

    So far, I have gotten ELEVEN this morning!!!!

    They will tell you that your account has had suspicious activity and your account will be su$pended if you don't update your creDi+ c@rD info! THE EMAIL WILL LOOK AMAZINGLY LEGITIMATE right down to the logos and the email ID # they usually always assign.

    For me, since I HAVE been using my account much differently than usual, I was worried!

    Being the stupid chick I am, I clicked on the link in the em@il and entered my login info and p@ssw0rd. The site looked EXACTLY like the PP page!! THEN, I went from stupid to idiot and entered my cc info. THEN it asked for drIver'$ licEnsE info. Hmmm... THEN the light went on and I noticed that the URL was not secure. Up top, there was a link to click that said "Security Info" and when you click that, you get a popup window assuring you of all the measures PP takes to protect you.

    Then I noticed the URL began with numbers instead of the usual PP[dot]com. THEN I erased all the info I'd provided and closed the window.

    THEN I called PP and asked what the heck should I do since I'd just handed over my login info.

    Turns out, thank God, that all I needed to do was change my p@ss, and forward all the emails to PP's fraud department and delete them totally...which I'd already done. I guess by that time, I'd finally grown a brain!

    All that to say, BEWARE!!!!!

    *panting from panic*

    Okay, today I gotta go to the post office and mail a package. Then, I'm heading to L0we's to buy some paint using a coupon.

    I am in way-big pain today.


    UPDATE: I have looked further into this scam and found that the IP address used is of Latin origin, specifically Uruguay. I looked it up on ARIN, so you can click there and see for yourself. I emailed the address listed there, then I looked up the {dot}com they were using in the email to me, which was service.com. It's a web development company, so then I emailed those folks there, too.

    Corey's laughed at me for hunting these suckers down. Hmph! There ain't much that makes me madder than a con-artist or a fraud. I've had enough dealings with those in the past few months, thank you! I didn't let that one off the hook and I don't intend to let these scammers off either!

    I got an email reply from the webform I sent to P@yP@l and it was beyond ludicrous. Here's an excerpt:

    Thank you for writing to PXXPXX regarding the email you received.

    Because this is not an xBxy or PXXPXX member, website, or email, we are
    unable to determine if this email is legitimate. While it may be
    considered spam or possibly even fraudulent, it is not something we can
    determine on behalf of other companies. This email should be reported to
    the company that appeared to send it for their assistance and
    investigation. Normally, to do this, you would substitute the word
    "abuse" in place of the name in front of the @ symbol. For example, if
    the email was sent from user@goodmail.com, you would send your report to
    abuse@goodmail.com.

    See? STUPID! Gah! I replied to them stating that their advice made NO SENSE seeing as I AM a member and have been one for the past 3 years AND that I assumed that since the scammers were using THEIR company name that THEY would wanna look into it.

    Gah.

    Anyhow, there's the skinny on that.

    G'night!

    November 15, 2005

    two and forty years ago today...

    ...my parents were married.


    Phyllis and Bill
    married November 15, 1963

    Funny how similar their marriage has been to my own with regard to timing.

    My mom was sixteen when she got married.
    I was seventeen. (do you have annny clue how incredulous both of these facts make me when I consider that Corey is now 16.5???)

    My dad was nineteen.
    Tommy was eighteen.

    They were married four years before having their first child (me!)
    We were married almost four years before having our first child.

    I was four when my only sibling was born.
    Corey was almost four when his only sibling was born.

    They lived with Dad's parents for a couple of years from just before my birth til shortly after I started walking.
    We lived with my parents, in the same basement where they'd lived all those years before, for a couple of years just after Casey was born.

    They moved just a little ways up the road from my grandparents.
    We moved just a little ways up the road from our kids' grandparents.

    Sometimes I don't know how they do it, holding it together for all these years. But then, sometimes I don't know how we do it, either. It's at that point that I know it is the work of the Almighty and nothing we do ourselves.

    Mom and Daddy, even though I know you'll never read this at all, I wanted to share your accomplishment with the internet. I'm so proud of you!

    Love,
    Geannie

    November 14, 2005

    who knew?

    After telling ya'll how Lucy and the two remaining pups were doing with the post-puppy-departure...I was totally side-swiped by Tucker's reaction to Trouble's departure.

    *blink, blink*

    Ever since Saturday afternoon, he's run around here, looking out one door, then another. Then when he's outside he's noticably looking for something or someone. He'll whine at me with this look of Where da poo did my buddy go?

    Aw shoot. Poor little fella. *sigh* Not that I'd wanna keep ol' Trouble just because, well, he made a lot of trouble where Tucker was concerned. But I wish we'd not let him stay around so long.

    *sigh*

    Poor, poor Tucker.

    November 13, 2005

    ch-ch-ch-changes

    Well, it's happened again. For 2 years it's been silent, but now that old devil, my nemesis, The Rearranging Furniture Bug has bitten me again.

    It's my mother's fault, actually. Blast her and that H-G-T-V! But noooOOOooo. She started in with "I wonder how we could rearrange your living room so it was more functional." Actually, my mother doesn't use words like "functional". What she said was, "How could we change this room so it's not so awkward?"

    Yeah.

    Okay, so I'll admit to having almost similar thoughts. I mean, first of all, this computer/craft/school/piano/crap room is waaaay outta control. It's a small room anyhow, but add all this stuff to it and it's just flat insane. (and what else would it be, I ask you?!)

    The living room is tolerable, but still, the layout of furniture is awkward. Since it's such a long semi-narrow room with an interruption in each of the four walls (three with doorways almost centered and one with an angled fireplace) it's murder to try and arrange it in a comfortable fashion. We used to split the room, dividing it into two sections with a sofa or something. But since getting this living room suite a couple of years ago, we were able to arrange the room so that it was one open layout. Which is good. But not.

    *sigh*

    So my big idea is to switch rooms. *gulp* Yes. I intend to move everything from this room into the living room. And everything except the chair, ottoman and china cabinet from in there to here.

    During all this, I need to polish the hardwood floor that's in there and shampoo the carpet that's in here. There's also talk of painting that room in there, too....but we'll see how that goes.

    From that room must come an oversized sofa and loveseat, two large-ish end tables and a matching coffee table and a 4.5 ft H X 4.5 ft W entertainment center that's loaded to the gills.

    From this room must go this computer desk and all the crap that is upon and in it. Well...okay, not ALL. I DO intend to toss, toss, toss! There's also two 6 ft tall bookcases, a 6 ft double door cabinet, a 5 ft H microwave cart, a piano, a 4 ft H bookcase, a 60" round table with two chairs, a small 3 H x 1 W shelf. ALL OF THESE THINGS ARE LOADED TO THE MAX. There are also several large totes full of craft items and paints along with about 6 plastic file boxes. And this is the small room.

    So I'm wracking my brain to figure out how to manage this since there's absolutely no place to put this stuff except for into its new home.

    The hardwood living room is off the kitchen and you can look through the kitchen entrance door straight through to the back wall of the living room. It's a fairly long room, like I said, so I think what we'll do is move everything to the far end of the room, polish that half of the hardwood, then start moving bookcases and such from in here since that's the end of the living room they will go. Everything except the piano. Then we'll have to tackle the carpet in there.

    It's truly horrible. Once we had a young dog that got run over. She was banged up pretty bad, but no broken bones. We treated her and nursed her back to health ourselves, but that meant bringing her inside for a few days. As soon as she was able to move very much, she promptly came in here and peed right smack in the middle of the floor on my light beige berber carpet. It's never been the same since. We've used everything you can think of to get that up, even St@nley Ste@mer!!! Nothing worked.

    If we can't lighten it this time, we'll have to resort to the large area rug from the attic. That'd be all well and good except it's almost white. Not a good option for boys. No.

    Anyhow, so after the carpet, we'll have to wait for it to dry. One day gone.

    The next day we'll have to start moving the sofa, loveseat, tables and tv center into this room. Then we can polish the rest of the hardwood and move the china cabinet to an adjacent wall, then move the piano in place of the cabinet.

    That will pretty much cover it except for patching holes and moving wall decor around.

    It's going to be a long, hard week when we start that. And from what Tommy's said, he won't even think about starting it til the week of Thanksgiving. Gah.

    I'm just glad we're not hosting!

    I'll post pictures soon so you can watch the progress or lack thereof, whichever may be the case!

    *whimper*

    at last! ha!

    I have been trying ALL THIS TIME to get the comments to publish automatically from those of you who comment regularly, but it would never work! I click beside the commenters I want to add to the "trusted" list, click "go", but then nothing would show when I'd check the "trusted commenters" list.

    ARGH! How frustrating!

    I read all through the MT help thingie, with NO answers. It kept telling me to do the same blasted thing! So tonight I read til I was bleary-eyed on MT forums and found that only commenters who had TypeKey would be eligible for adding to the trusted list.

    Gah! Linda said TypeKey wouldn't even work for her, even though I have that authentication code jiggy! Grr!

    But....mwah-ha-ha!....tonight I FINALLY hunted down a post where some genius code-writer guy had written a plug-in so that you could manually put emails into a white list, which would then allow the person using that email addy to be automatically published!

    Wah-HOO! I am so sick of having to log in, click-click-click to the right area, then approve each comment!!! That and when I'm gone for a few days, I like for ya'll to just carry on a conversation (mostly about how great I am) while I'm gone (because I'm so extremely modest, you see)

    So. Tah. Dah. Ha!

    I dood it. Even installed it correctly, which is sayin' a lot for me!

    G'night ya'll!

    November 12, 2005

    tah-dah!

    Tah----

    Here you have eight pups......
    ***2.5 hours at the flea market later***

    ....DAH!
    Now you have only two!

    We had super good luck at the flea market! Tommy and Casey came in from the woods before Corey and I were gone, so we all went together, which made it even nicer. We put Trouble's collar back on and got the small leash, piled five of the puppies into the tote, made a couple of signs and hit the road.

    Most people that stopped would comment on how cute Trouble was, so it was a relief to have interest in him. We had to keep telling people that he was looking for a new home, too, since he was on the leash and stuck really close to us they would think he was ours.

    First one pup, then one more....then Corey took Trouble to walk through the crowd when a boy about Casey's age came up to him and ask if he wanted to sell his dog. !!! I can't believe my shrewd son didn't even ask how much he'd give! LOL! So, then Trouble found a home and we had three pups left. Soon, someone else came by and took another one home. We took the last two and walked around with them. I had one and Casey was carrying another.

    We were getting lots of looks, but only from people who "already had too many dogs". Tommy got to talking with one of the vendors so I started looking at a stack of jeans when I heard Casey say, "We have another one, too." and there he stood talking to this family that was cooing over his pup. When they saw mine (it was one of the fluffier pups) they wanted him, too. And so, we found homes for all the pups we had taken with us.

    HOOORAY and praise the Lord!!! You can't imagine what a load off my mind that is!!!

    Lucy didn't seem too awful upset and the other two pups (the fluffiest Chuggie and Li'l Girl) seemed only a little out of sorts, but I think they'll adjust quickly.

    *Whew!*

    I need to head back to town (we had to rush home so the two hunters could head back to the woods again) to get a bit of food, then I'm going to be in for the night and hopefully get to watch the rest of the Lost episodes I have from Bl0ckbu$ter Online.

    I'm outtie!

    Blessings---

    what exactly does that mean?

    Well, we're getting ready to head to the flea market with all this pile 'o pups

    I must confess that I'm not much of a flea market person. Our local parasitical mart is pretty large. It's supposed to be the biggest one in this region. It's a huge metal building that branches off from the main part into about 5 more buildings all connected. Vendors in there have what are basically little stores. Some are more flea-marketish but others are fairly elaborate with doors and actual checkout counters. The market is open only on Saturday and Sunday, which is cruddy if you ask me. Used to, it was open on Friday too, but no more. I guess most of the vendors have regular jobs as well or something.

    Anyhow, I am going to have to break down and find out why in the world it's called a flea market!!! Just how gross IS that?!?!?

    But for today, I guess it will have to wait. One thing's for sure....today it WILL be a flea market once me and my pile 'o pups get there.

    Farewell! I am off. (literally!)

    November 11, 2005

    both names begin with "t" -- of course they do

    Argh! I'm madder'n a wet settin' hen right now.

    Remember the "nice" little mixed-up pup that was dropped off here a couple of weeks ago? We kept him thinking he was just lost and someone would claim him because he had on a collar? And he was all nice and good? Well, he is GETTING ON MY LAST NERVE!

    It's not all him, but he's sure contributing heavily to the delinquency of a poodle.

    Argh!

    Every time Tucker goes out now, here come Trouble romping and playing. Trouble is now much more aggressive with Tucker, so Tucker runs. They're still semi-playful, but now the play is not confined to the yard. Oh noooOOOoo. Now Tucker will run all the way down to Mom's house, past that an on down to the pond. Where he gets smelly and dirty and muddy and nasty! ACK!

    If he doesn't go down there, he will follow Trouble up the bank behind our house, across the corner of the cemetery and on up into the woods.

    Tonight? Tonight he followed me and Mom outside, slipping out the door after being told to stay, and before I can get a couple of things put into Mom's backseat, he is gone.

    Him and Trouble.

    I yelled and hollered and screamed for him. But nothing.

    Lately, I've taken to using a flyswatter on his ornery butt. In the daytime, it works like a charm because he can SEE it. But at night?? Yelling, "TUCKEEEER! I'VE GOT THE SWATTER, OL' BOY!" just doesn't make much impact on him. So I start calling and walking around the dark yard. Mom is all the while fussing and telling me I have to get a jacket on because I'm going to get pneumonia and die otherwise. Okay, not her exact words, but that's what she meant.

    She keeps yammering at me about a jacket until next thing I know she's taken HER sweatjacket off and is sticking it in my face while putting on a coat she had gotten out of her car.

    Yes. I do realize the woman is bonkers. I'm considering taking her with me to the flea market tomorrow. Or listing her on e-B@y. Ya think?

    Then she says just ride down to the house with her. She's sure Tucker's down there. I am not so sure. I can't shut her up, so I go thinking I'll jump out of the car and run for it while she's digging in her purse for keys.

    And I do pretty much that. I walk all the way up the hill to my house in the dark. Yes, the moon's almost full, but the path is overshadowed by thick pines. I make it up here safely, then open the back door, reach inside for my swatter and head up to the cemetery.

    Now this cemetery doesn't scare me because it's not overgrown and spooky looking and I live beside it and no living dead people have come to get me yet. And frankly, by this point I am so mad that were a living dead person to attempt my abduction, I would rip off all Its appendages and make It wish It were dead dead instead! (I shoulda been a poet, yes?)

    I holler and listen, holler and listen when I hear the faint tinkling of Tucker's tags. I hear him run up to the row of medium sized pines that mark the border of the cemetery. I am on this side of the pines, he is just on the other side in the cemetery. He stops and I order him to come in the calmest voice I can manage.

    Then he comes galloping around to the opening and whizzes past me about 3 yards. I then swat toward him and tell him to get his butt to the house. He growls as he tucks tail and runs.

    He always growls when he knows he's in trouble. It just gets it out the way for when he actually gets spanked. He was trying to avoid me so he ran down to the 'shallow' end of the long hill where the bank is. I take the short way, straight down the very steep bank, between the shop and dog pen where Lucy and The Seven Warts live. Right at the corner of the shop on the back side, there's supposed to be our tomato cages hung on a nail. The cages are still there, but they were no longer hanging on that nail.

    I wouldn't know that except that in the black darkness there, I tripped over them and fell face-first in the yard. I jammed up my wrist a bit, bruised my knees and can already feel the soreness in my neck.

    Needless to say that when I opened the door and Tucker ran in, I swatted the snot outta him.

    There are entirely too many dogs around here. Tomorrow, if nothing else, Trouble leaves. And maybe I'll start talking to his protoge again.

    Maybe.

    November 09, 2005

    productivity!

    Not tons of it, mind you. But definitely lots more than has been going on around here! Praise God for BIG favors!

    I've got the p@intball gUn all packed up nice and neat, ready to ship as soon as the payment is finalized. I have a few more items lined up to list (H0me In+eri0rs retired prints - - I'm a bit paranoid about coming up in some random searches, ya think? *sigh*) but I have to do some research as to what they're going for these days. I am having a hard time finding some of them. They're not to be found on the company's website and some of them are flat impossible to track down on you-know-where. Sheesh!

    I've almost got ALL THE LAUNDRY DONE!!! Wah-HOOO! Well, I always say the laundry's NEVER completely done unless everyone's goin' nekkid, and I can assure you, no one except for puppies is nekkid around here.

    Sheesh.

    Speaking of puppies...I still have them and they're still free for the takin'. I'm telling you guys, they are getting cuter by the day! ARGH! So fat and so playful. Lord help me!

    Casey is working quite dilligently on his math right now. During lunch, we watched part of a documentary on Hi$t0ry ChaNNel about the (im)famous feud between the H@tfi&lds and M< C0ys. Having taken place right here in our very own state, and not far from our home, he took immediate interest. I was pleased to see how they emphasised the impact the media attention had on the people involved and the community. They even included how that stereo type from over 100 years ago still affects outsider's opinion of the people of this region and even the state as a whole.

    Seriously I could rant for several paragraphs about how folks from outside the state and even just the northern parts think all us southern K------Y folk are just a bunch of ignorant hillbillies. Even though I brag of being a hillbilly myself, I've never claimed all us folk from the holler are stupid, toothless or violent. Come visit. You'll find yourself thinking differently by the time you leave.

    Anyhows, I dug out the glanced-over state history materials I have and we'll be starting on that later today. I just hope he will take a genuine interest because if he doesn't, it's going to be a painful, ugly battle. Gah!

    Tomorrow I take Tucker to a new groomer. Yes, we're trying another one. This time a pal from work recommended this gal. *wary expression* I just pray we don't have another Butcher Lady experience. I'm dreading it because this place is not even in this town! GAH! I'm going to have to drive about 25 miles to get the dog's hair cut and wait for TWO HOURS while it's done.

    I say again....GAH!

    Mom told me this morning she was going to come up and "help me". She's been coming about once a week lately and I'm not sure what the deal is. Used to, she'd come up here and just about kill me trying to do ALL the TON of stuff that needed doing, PLUS a bunch that wasn't necessary. (some of you will recall that my mother's penchant is to first clean the tops of all the cabinets and under all the beds and anywhere else only dwarfs and giants can see)

    Lately, though, she just kinda does stuff that actually needs doing...well, sometimes. She washes the dadgone rugs way too much for my liking. I dunno how many I've had to toss because she's washed them to pieces. And bleach. My mother LOVES bleach and she will splatter at least one article almost every time. The other thing she does is misplace things. She constantly puts my jeans in Corey's closet and he will WEAR them to WORK IN!!! Gah! He'll later say, "I thought they didn't fit just right..." but he never stops to check. He just jumps right into the messiest material he can find. Urgh! Once she moved the pocket/strap thing that holds my pump at night.

    That's the other thing I did today. Order another clip for my pump. I have a bigger one that covers most of the outside and it's so heavy I can't clip it on the lighter jammy clothing. I have to wear that blasted strap and I hate it! So, I bit the bullet and ordered the clip. This will be my third one in a year! They're much lighter, but do tend to get hung on things like arms of chairs or handles of car doors. Sheesh! At almost $15 a pop, I am loathe to order another, but it sure makes Life with Pumpy much easier.

    So...there's the latest in my boring life these days.

    Casey's done with math, so I'd better go....I just heard him go out the door for puppy love...AGAIN!

    Heeeelllpppppp mmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeee!

    November 08, 2005

    need focus ... now!!

    I have been getting basically NOTHING done around here lately. I got such a good start Monday, then my dad called wanting me to hurry down there. He couldn't figure out how to make a copy of a video and he had to get it copied so he could take it to a customer (and get paid).

    Gah. I got down there and then it was all "You need to get some more pictures of this equipment I'm going to sell. And I need that flyer to sell the dog, too..." SHEESH!

    So, I spent a couple of hours down there and that just shot my day. I do NOT function very well when I have anywhere to go during the day, even if it is just down to Mom's.

    And Corey recently bought himself an X-B()x off you-know-where and since he was paying for it with his own money, I didn't say too much.

    But.....I WANT TO THROW THE THING OUT IN THE YARD!

    Grr! As soon as the thing arrived, he went that evening after work and bought a tv. We only have the one in the family room and it's a pain to use it for games. Besides, I'm sure he wanted to avoid having to listen to me telling them to get the games and junk off the floor.

    But now? Every day soon as he's home from work he makes a bee-line back there. And Casey? Keeping him focused is basically impossible!

    For instance, today I had to email a bunch of pix for Dad to the auction company. Who knew it'd be such a pain? Gah! I had to resize the pix. Some of them refused telling me I had no rights to do that! Grrrr! So, part of the pix I couldn't even send at almost 1MB each. Sheesh! THEN I had to call the guy Dad had talked to at the auction place to verify the email addy. Good thing I did. Dad had the email down as HDRAX then the company name and [dot] com. No @ anywhere to be found. I assumed it went after the X, but no. When I talked to the guy, he said, "Um, I think it's just supposed to be HDR[at]" GOOD GRIEF! My poor father is so internet inept it's amazing sometimes. I mean, who do you know that would need to explain about that funny little "a" to keep it from being interpreted as AX?????

    Nobody. Just as I thought!

    Sheesh. Finally got that done, then went to work on the flyer for Jack. I am out of colored ink. Dad's computer is so slow, it'd take an eon to do the work down there. So...the plan was to design the thing here, save to disk, then print it out down there. Simple, right?

    But oooooOOOh, no. Nuh-uh. Finally got the thing together, but then it wouldn't save. Floppy ran out of space, of course. Then I went hunting a CD-RW to use. None to be found. By this time I was on the verge of a breakdown. Casey is getting NOTHING done, school or otherwise and I'm trying to get a stupid piece of electronics to work!

    I finally decided to just use a CD-R. No. Of course it wouldn't work. Kept telling me I didn't have the right to save it. GAH! I tried copy/paste, no. I finally just saved it to the hard drive. Then just out of sheer desperation, I tried the stupid floppy disc again.

    LO AND BEHOLD! It worked!

    FINALLY!

    Then Corey called and I had to go get him from work. I haven't even washed my hair. And I needed to get groceries.

    *sigh*

    So, I picked him up. Hear from Tommy that he's taking off a bit early to hunt with Casey. Get Corey, then hurry home so I can clean up and go back to town and get groceries. I DO NOT want to grocery shop so bad I can't even tell you!

    Corey usually begs me to take him to town, but tonight? Nope. He didn't wanna go. He was already camped out in front of that blasted game. So i went to the grocery store by myself. Not such a big deal except that I just DIDN'T WANT TO GO! And it was getting dark.

    I hate being out alone after dark. HATE IT.

    But I went. Just went to Kr0ger instead of W-you-know-where. Started for home when I get a call from Tommy telling me he's headed over to his parent's house. They have a brush fire started and the fire department was on the way. (why he was going, I don't even know) So, he then tells me both the boys are with me AND he's driving the uninsured Explorer!!! GAH!

    Then I get home, unload all the groceries...in the dark. Let Lucy out of the pen (we've had to start shutting the gate because those little fat puppies have learned how to wiggle across the metal bar) then put up stuff in the deep freeze out in the shop and fixed myself a salad.

    At around 8pm, the guys made it back home. It was just a 'dumb thing' that started the fire. I swear, I worry about them all the way out there by themselves. They just worry me.

    Anyhow, everyone's home now and I'm done fiddling with eB@y for tonight. I'm off for bed.

    Gonna make a stop in the kitchen for some headache meds and the ice pack first. Yep. I got a bad one comin' on. Maybe I can ward it off before it gets bad enough to go looking up pictures to illustrate. ;Þ

    ~g'night hugs!~

    what have i got myself into now?

    Good grief! Why didn't somebody tell me that doing the auction thing on you-know-where was so HARD!???!?!

    Sheesh! I put Casey's p@intball gun on and it sold at the reserve price. His bundle of upgrades did NOT sell and didn't even get near the reserve. Gah!

    Since then, I've put up two K'n&x sets and a purse. Casey has a ton of L0TR figures he wants to sell, too. It's taking forever to get them photographed, though.

    That's the worst part I think. Writing the html for the ad, then you gotta get the pix off the digital, enhance, crop and save them in the right size, then upload to f|!ckr, paste the ad, then go in and put the image url's in one at a time.

    Maybe it's cuz my computer's so slow, but it just takes forever!! And that's not counting the time it takes to get the item together. Granted, getting those K'n&x together is a PAIN! One set I've got up has 2,700 pieces!!

    So, I'm new to all this stuff and it's been taking all my brain power. Plus, I've been doing a little Christmas shopping too. I'm really excited about the things I found for the boys. They're going to freak when they see. ;)

    I'm feeling a little more positive about that too. I was really dreading Christmas because I knew we were going to be so strapped. And we are, but somehow there's been enough to buy the few things I have and thankfully they are things the guys want, too! How amazing is that!?

    We still have too many puppies. ALL of them are still here. I didn't get to take them to the flea market Saturday because no one was here to go with me. NO WAY am I taking eight pups by myself!! GAH!

    We're planning to try it this weekend, though. We still haven't decided which one to keep. And little Buddy is very attached to us now. He is SUCH a good dog! I can't imagine why anyone would drop him like that. *sigh*

    Anyhow, no big news to relate.

    Oh, I'm supposed to be going with my two friends for a belated birthday breakfast on the 19th. That's the same day as the class reunion so I'm not sure I can handle all the stress.

    What do I mean? Well, for instance, one of the gal friends emailed me to say that hanging out with two "old broads" should make me feel young and that after hearing all her and the other lady's "tales of woe", I would be thankful that I'm me and not them.

    SHEESH!! I dunno why people can't understand that I don't feel that way. I mean, YEAH, I'm thankful I don't have a son who treated me like crap while he was home, then went to military and pretty much ignores me every time I take the time to drive (or fly) hundreds of miles to visit. I'm glad I'm not on pins and needles knowing that this son is sleeping with a woman who is more than 20 years older than him and left her husband and two daughters. And I'm glad I'm not waiting for a divorce to finalize from a dh who was not only abusive but cheated on me constantly. I'm glad I'm not the one who has sons that seem to hate me, yelling and cussing me and then going to stay with their dad and his floozy without even telling me.

    Yes, I'm very glad not to be them. Amen.

    I replied to the lady asking her, jokingly, if I needed to bring ear plugs and reminding her that I'd said (in a prior email) that I was looking forward to good conversation. She replied asking me why I didn't I consider it good when someone has more problems than I do? Yep. Almost exact wording there. *blink, blink* I just do not get some people.

    *sigh*

    So, I'm dreading this get together. When we had lunch for one of their birthdays about three months ago, I came home crying. I don't know if I can take it or not. :\

    Ah well...there's your update. Thanks for keeping up with me and for being so helpful with the pups and all. NOT! Dagnabbit! I thought for SURE I could get some of you compassionate and animal-loving people to give those little cuties a home. *hmph!*

    ;)

    Blessings-----

    November 06, 2005

    everybody needs a puppy!

    Yes! They DO!

    And I have not one, not two, not three, not four, not five, not six, not seven, but EIGHT for your consideration.

    I didn't advertise it when it happened because, doggoneit (YEAH--DOGS GONE, PLEASE?!) it was just too overwhelming. But when we came back from our trip to S|x F|@gs, we found the very-pregnant Lucy was no longer pregnant and there were a pile of puppies under our shop building.

    For about a week, we couldn't see them well enough to get a count! Then one day she moved them out to her pen and deposited them in her house, which is deep and filled with old rugs and quilts, so they were still too piled up to get a good count. Then it warmed up and she toted them back under the shop.

    When this last really cold spell hit, she quickly got them moved back into her house and then, well, the boogars were just too dang big to hide anymore! THERE WERE S E V E N PUPPIES!

    Gah!

    We've had Lucy since 1996 when we found her on our door step. She was just too cute to turn away, so we 'dopted her. We thought she was just a puppy at first, but after about a year we figured she must have been about a year to 18 months when she came here. We got her a round of vaccinations and have always got rabies shots for her, but we never got her fixed. It just hadn't been a big problem since Mom's big lab-akita mix was neutered AND old *heh* and there weren't any other male dogs around to speak of, so when it got to be a problem, we'd just pen her til she was out of heat.

    We'd actually crack up at the few really old, broken-down males that came around. They'd kinda sit by the chain link dog run where Lucy's house is and look at her as if to say The spiriti is willing, sweetie, but the flesh is weak. None of them seemed to have much pep and certainly not enough to cause us problems.

    Two different times in the past 4 years or so, we've been certain Lucy was pregnant--she'd get all fat and her "milkies" (the official name for those things around here--LOL!) would fill up, but then she'd suddenly be slim again and look kinda peekid. And she didn't have regular cycles either, so we figured that she must have some sort of problem that she couldn't carry a litter of pups. Which was fine with us, except for the getting sickly part.

    This time though, well, where we'd poured the patio we'd had to take Lucy's pen apart so the concrete truck could get close. And it was during this time of containmentlessness that Lucy came into heat...and pretty much went hog-wild.

    Sheesh.

    There were three contenders for her attention. One was a smaller dog, probably part Jack Russel terrier, a long-haired beagle mix and Chug, the pug-chow mix dog that Mom took up with...the one that got run over recently.

    Anyhow, and now we have this huge litter of pups and we're quite confident that Chug and Russel are the proud daddies.

    See:


    Here's Lucy with 4 of her brood. She's been a really good mama. We weren't sure how she'd handle having soooo many puppies at her age! :)


    This little fella is a good mix of all three dogs!! He's so cute. Looks kinda like an English bulldog to me. Notice the white tip of somebody else's tail back yonder...


    Here are a couple of the Chug pups. There's English Bulldog beside a pup that is pretty much Chug made over. In front is Li'l Girl. Yes, I'm becoming dangerously attached to them! H E L P M E E E E E!


    Here are Li'l Girl and Bossy Boy, or rather Bossy Boy's hinder parts. These two are the most adventurous of them all. Boy barks and growls and plays. He is ADORABLE! *whimper* help me!!


    This is Li'l Girl. We've about decided that we HAVE to keep one of the puppies and she is in the running. She's got such a sweet face and she's friendly but vocal. To the left there you can see Chug-Made-Over. He's so cute and his long hair is SO SOFT! gah!


    Here are six of the seven. You can see there is a varied assorment of styles in this litter. ;) Somehow (wonder why?!) we can't get them all in a picture at the same time, but this is close!


    Lastly, here's a shot that lets you get a bit closer look at how different these pups are! *siiiiigh* I hope we can find homes for them. I plan to put them all in a clear plastic tote (minus lid, of course!) and take them to the flea market next weekend.


    Oh, wait. I said EIGHT pups, didn't I. Where's the eighth one come in you ask? Well, about a week ago, a little male pup showed up on our door step (what?! is there a sign somewhere that says PERFECT PLACE TO DROP DOGS - FOR LOCATION CALL THIS NUMBER) He is also a cutie and a very good dog. I wish we could keep him. He looks to be part Dachshund, part Jack Russel and part Beagle. See for yourself...

    We've dubbed him Buddy to avoid saying hey dog!. As you can see, he and Tucker have made good playmates...and they're never still. sheesh!


    Here you see the Pre-Hide-And-Seek festivities. Sheesh!


    Here they are playing hide and seek around the fort. Seriously. They'll do this for almost 45 minutes at a time...then come get a drink, then go at it again.


    FINALLY! I got him to sit still for a sec. Let me say he is NOT the glowing-eyed demon-dog he appears to be in this pic! I couldn't get the glow out in editing. See his little Dachshund feets?

    We've hung onto him all this time thinking that because he is male and has that collar on, he must just be lost. But even after putting notes in neighbor's mailboxes, no one's come to claim him. *sigh*

    Oh, and my mom is selling one of the retrievers. She has the mates, Jack and Jill. Jack is very domineering with Jill, but a laid-back dog otherwise. Actually, he's the most attractive and sociable. But he's not much of a barker, but Jill will alert you when someone's around. Mom likes that. She doesn't like how he will never let Jill play or eat or anything. She's so cower-y (a new word!) and skittish. Mom just thinks it'll be better if they are apart.

    So, here's Jack. Pure-bred Golden Retriever, he's one year old, neutered and had all his shots. She paid $200 for him as a four week old pup and has spent a lot on him in vet bills since. She's open to offers if any of you within driving distance of me would like to give him a home.


    Jack the dawg. take me home?

    And just to help you recover from the overload of doggie cuteness and plugging for puppy homes, here is the view from my patio tonight...


    Love that sky Ahhhh....

    Goodbye and good night! *smooch*


    November 04, 2005

    why me?

    Ha! Wouldn't ya know it? I found out today that the ARNP that I like so much, Angela, is no longer with the doc's office.


    oh NO!

    Lovely. I refuse to see the other incompetent ARNP. She is an absolute airhead, which in the medical profession means she's D A N G E R O U S.


    wake me when Jesus comes...

    I liked the doc well enough when he first opened. But he has the tendency to try to immediately relate your symptoms to some of his own which I realize is his sypathetic nature, BUT MY SYMPTOMS DO NOT NECESSARILY MEAN I HAVE WHATEVER HE DOES and he pretty much loses you once he's honed in on something he can relate to. Forget that you have OTHER symptoms or differences from his own.

    GAH!

    I dunno what I'll do now. I don't know for certain, but the initial word is that Angela "went back home", wherever that may be. From her accent, I don't think it was anywhere within 50 miles of here.


    WAAAAHHHHHH!!!

    I'm furious and so tired of HURTING!


    really...is a caption even needed here?!?

    The headache is not so bad now, but those spasms are majorly back an