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January 30, 2006

crackin' down

The title has nothing to do with butts (I know, you're disappointed OR relieved, depending upon who you are) OR any illicit drug.

It has to do with school. Or rather, the lack thereof.

Yesterday we had the opportunity to go to a free college planning financial aid thing. We had full intentions of going. Then we found out it was going to be a 45 minute drive instead of about 10 minutes.

Urgh. Well, we'd still go, we decided.

Saturday was Casey's ballgame at 8:30am, then two pals of his came home to do the paintball thing. Tommy and Corey played too since we had never had the one boy over and didn't know how "nice" he'd play paintball. We've had some nasty incidents with boys getting carried away with the paintball guns. Anyhow, it went fine and they played til about 4pm.

Then Tommy worked from midnight Saturday til about 3am Sunday morning. It was the only time this dairy/milk processing-packing place is shut down, so it had to be done during this timeframe.

It was windy and rainy and yucky, so he was completely wiped out by the time he got home. Then he woke up about 7am going, "Oh crap! Oh crap! I forgot, I forgot!" and holding his forehead. I thought for a minute he'd um....soiled himself, but after a preliminary sniff, I decided that wasn't it.

He'd forgotten to issue an advisory for the area affected by the work that night. He'd have to drive to his office across town and do it. I offered to go with him.

*sigh* So we got dressed and headed out. During the getting dressed he came up with the idea of going out for breakfast, too. I dressed faster. Heh.

We haven't gone out together like that in quite awhile, so it was nice. Casey beeped me about an hour after we'd left. I hated to tell him the plan and was telling Tommy we could just stop by the grocery and pick up a tube of cinnamon rolls and they'd be happy.

But Tommy told Casey our plan and Casey was like Good. You never do that kinda stuff. I'll fix me a bowl of cereal and go back to bed.

LOL! My kids are pretty amazing sometimes.

Anyhow, so we went to Cr@cker B@rre! and took our time having a nice breakfast, then headed home. I made him go straight to bed and I settled down in the living room to finish watching Lawrence of Arabia. Yes, you read that right. I'm slowly making my way through the classic DVDs on Bl0ckbUstEr. But, alas, I kept drifting off myself, so I just went and got in Casey's bed to sleep.

So, we'd been planning on going to this financial aid thing. I couldn't get Tommy awake enough to go, so I decided that Corey and I would just head over there.

He pulled out his high school planning binder and we started looking over the stuff there...and we began thinking that maybe it was a bit premature to attend this thing.

Corey doesn't want to go straight into college after he graduates later this year. He wants to stay with the ambulance service and get his EMT-b license, which he'll be much better prepared for if he sticks with this program. And it will give him a fairly high chance of employment anywhere he goes while also counting toward college credit in certain classes.

So today we've been reworking "the plan", reevaluating what he wants to do and how fast he wants to accomplish things. Same for Casey, too. And it makes me SO glad to see them putting so much thought into their own education! You can't imagine!! A homeschooling mom spends a lot of time second-guessing her choices. When you get a glimpse of fruit coming from those choices, it sure makes the load a bit lighter!

Along the same line, we have all our tax documents in, so I must also begin sifting through the mountain of papers and trying to translate them into useable info for the Eye-Are-Ess, otherwise known in our house as Idiots Reign Supreme. *siiiigh* Don't ask. I can't talk about it right now.

Urgh.

Hope you're having a beautiful Monday!

January 28, 2006

some quotes just have to be shared

like this one from husbands anon:

"We hid like secret agents in the dark recesses of the house
and passed our wind like a top secret document."

Seriously. That is almost the funniest, most creative fart statement I think I've ever heard.

Bravo, Scott. You win The Society's Fancy Fart Analogy award!!! *thunderous applause*

January 27, 2006

there's nothing left to say...

Some folks should probably never be left alone for too long.

Case in point.

And then again, those same people probably should not be loosed into the general population, either. Which is why some folks are probably good right where they are...in the cyber nuthouse!

Go. Laugh. Try not to wet yourself.

January 26, 2006

didja ever notice?

The very word that everyone dreads and most people don't wanna talk about that starts with a D and ends with an H has...

E - A - T

right smack in the middle of it?!?!

C'mon! That's gotta be a sign! I mean, how many times have you heard If you don't stop eating, you're gonna die???

Oh. Not that much? Well, I've heard it lots. Either directed toward me (as a child, eating the no-no s-word type food -- in which case I always just wished I would die) or toward my dad during my mom's sporatic, but lifelong campaign to get my dad to lose weight. Sheesh. Who knew?!

Well, if anyone could die from eating, it'd be me. Honestly, I don't like to talk about weight, diets, clothing sizes or exercise because I am a major failure in all categories. And yeah, some of my medical crap makes it hard (UN-BE-LEEEEEV-ABLY hard!) for me to drop any weight, but I gotta do something.

Maybe sew my mouth shut, tape my eyes closed and smear some of that goop the coroner people use to keep from smelling gross smells....(I figure if it's strong enough to keep those kinda smells at bay, it oughta stop the smell of frying bacon!)...and THEN move to a deserted island with nothing but bottled water and lettuce to eat, MAYBE I'd lose an ounce or two.

*sigh*

Nah. With my luck, I would gain water weight or something. Sheesh! I swing between almost kiling myself trying to stick to some diet (or at least cutting way back on food) and thinking What the heck!? I'm gonna die anyway, why make myself this miserable in the mean time?! Pass that bacon.

And there I go again. Gah.

Okay, so there. I've told you more about my frustration with my self-image than I've ever told anyone else. And "you" just happens to be the entire internet.

Yeah. That "all or nothing" thing? That's me.

i dod a toad

I'm sick. *sniffle* Yep. It's got me. Sore throat, stuffed up head, pounding headache, freezing to death. Yeah. I done-n got me a cold, people.

I'd be happy to put it on a platter and pass around for sharing, but somehow, I don't think ya'll would 'preshate it much.

*sigh*

So, today I've been downing hot (yicky!) echinacea and yerba mate tea (with an occasional cuppa coffee to wash the taste out) and gobs of vitamin C. Urgh.

To beat it all? Guess who's here. Go 'head. Guess!

Yeah. Flo, in all her ornery glory. Gah.

Well, to be fair to the ol' hag, she's been here for a few days, and only now is being cantankerous. I have exactly five days to get myself to the health food store for more progesterone cream. I'm tellin' you people...er, um....you ladies, that is...that cream tames ol' Flo like no body's business! Kept me from having "that" surgery. I'm TELLING YOU!

Okay, so I'm sick. Nobody seems to care so much. I mean, life goes on. Boys ignore me except when they can't find something, poodles still come to me to whine when they wants out, as if nobody else in this house can take him out for a pee-poo. Sheesh.

At least the sun's shining today. It's colder than a well digger's shovel, but the sun's out.

Casey's bugging me to have a couple of buddies over Saturday after his ball game. I don't guess I mind, depending on how I'm feeling. I'm pretty confident I'll feel better by Saturday. Please Lord? And the two boys he wants to invite are nice. One is his homeschooling buddy. The other is a boy from his ball team.

We went out to eat lunch with his family last Saturday and they seem awfully nice. Case, his homeschool buddy and his b-ball buddy and Corey sat at their table just talking and laughing away. It's so nice to see Casey developing these friendships on his own instead of just riding his brother's coattails and 'sharing' his pals. Nothing's wrong with that, but Casey had a hard time stepping out there on his own to meet people. I'm thankful to see that's changed.

We're keeping the house at bay fairly well. At least those mega cleaning jobs I did a couple weeks ago haven't been demolished and the laundry's under control. That's saying tons for me, lemme tell ya!

Mom told me this morning that she's planning on coming up tomorrow. She hasn't been up "to help me" in over a month! I bet it's killing her. AND I bet she thinks the place is a disaster. AND I bet she won't say anything about the things I've accomplished. I don't know whether it's cuz she's so shocked she can't speak or if she just thinks to herself It's about time she did something, but I don't know why she didn't(fill in the blank)

Ah well. There's that pessimism in me. Pay no attention.

So, that's about it. Other than...my old isp account is now closed, so anyone wanting to contact me should use this addy. (make necessary changes before sending) Tommy called about the dsl yesterday too, a week early, but he called. And...the guy told him it'd be another week. So...we're still waiting. *sigh*

I'm gonna vamoose now. Hope ya'll are warm and NON-sick!

~hugs~

January 24, 2006

more coffee..

If you don't be likin' coffee, well, I guess it just ain't your week here at The Society, eh?

Heh. Thought Abby might enjoy that one what with her total misunderstanding of the coffee+bathroom theme from yesterday. Not speaking for the general public or anything, but the whole coffee-makes-you-regular thing is a sorta half-truth. I mean, *ahem* it only works for a limited amount of time. Then your colon gets used to it and goes, "Yeah, yeah, it's coffee. So what?" and goes about its business ignoring you.

And I dunno how many of you are the sign-up-for-gifts-then-cancel type, but I am definitely one of them. So today, I got me some-a this:

Now, in my defense, I DID used to order this stuff back in the pre-kids days when we could afford such luxuries. Okay, when we THOUGHT we could afford them. There.

And I DOES love me some-a that fancy flavored coffees, oh yeah, I do! I'm not really a coffee snob, but this stuff really is good. I don't EVEN care if it's pre-ground, for goo'niss sakes! It TASTES YUMMY! And besides, it never lasts long enough to "go rancid", like the coffee snobs say. So there.

And the snazzy maker that came with?! Too cool!

You can't tell how awesome it is from this dinky picture, but it is VERY AWESOME! ;) See? I'm not hard to please. Just gimme some flavored coffee and a fancy maker for ten bucks, and I'm a happy camper!

Um...I hear that telling the-pot's-almost-done gurgling sound. Coffee's ON! Gotta go!

NOTE: I got an email from LaCresha. Her husband has had a stroke and needs prayer. This is a very young and sweet couple with 3 teenagers. Please lift them up when you pray? Thank you!

January 23, 2006

an ode to coffee...and...bathrooms?

Okay, so I had this long, melancholy, semi-depressing post going. I mean, I had paragraph upon paragraph already typed, I stopped several times and pondered just deleting the whole thing.

But I didn't.

And I didn't post it either. (Obviously!)

Maybe later. I dunno...but I didn't wanna post it now.

BUT, I did find this hilarious spot for coffee-addicts. Look...

January 20, 2006

not what you'd expect...maybe

I saw this at Mrs. Diamond's. Don't ask me why, but she took a picture of her fridge! Hers had to do with Christmas photos that she'd stuck on her fridge. It was interesting, as odd as it sounds. Kinda like those meme's that ask what's in your purse, or on your night table, etc... So I went and took a look at my own fridge.

No Christmas photos, since I don't get many of them and the ones I do get are hung up along with cards, but boy! What a lot of fuel for at least some silly-fun type posts...so, without further adeu, I present to you....

My Fridge


This is my refridgerator. It is a standard side-by-side, with water and ice in the door. We've had it since 1994, when we bought it and moved into this house. Most of the time, the inside is not fit viewing for death-row inmates, let alone the gentle eyes that read here, so fear not. I'll NOT be showing you the interior.


Here is the left top side. You'll notice I like to keep pix on my fridge. LOTS of pix. The fridge you see now has actually been culled down from how crowded it sometimes is. I DO try to tidy it up occasionally.


But mostly, it's too much trouble. The Fridge is where important info is put and found, so it's not easy to keep it all Martha-y, ya know? Here you can see just how much family info is kept here. There's my fancy week-over-week calendar I told you about some posts back.


This side of the fridge is the one most people see. Obviously, that doesn't matter to me, huh? Some pix I just can't bear to part with, even if it is just to "part with them" into an album. I can't SEE them in the album! So, here are the ones I've temporarily moved from the front.


...along with some other stuff....


On this side, well, it's just a mess. Most of my unofficial magnet collection is located here. People, I seriously didn't realize that I tend to collect magnets, but I do. Not just any magnets, though. I seem to like the flat, advertising sort. *shugs* Don't ask why. Don't even think about asking me what's on that Honey-Do list. Just know it's been there for many a month now and less than half the things on it are done. *sigh*


For those uppity folk who might not be into cheesy advertising magnets, you might be pleased to notice some Norman Rockwell magnets done when his artwork was used for postage stamps down there, too.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for coming today to see the exterior of my refridgerator. I hope you've enjoyed the tour. Come back next week when we'll hear Nurse Alessandra say to Doctor Beefcake....

the G sees, the G knows...

Just wanted to let you know, The G~ has noticed the hugs counter going up. The G~ knows it's someone out there, because...well, because The G~ knows it's not her! The G~ wishes you to know, she appreciates the love.

The G~ notices. The G~ smiles. Sometimes. On the inside. But not here. Not in this picture at least.

That is all.

mappy frapps

Just a quick note to let ya'll know I THINK maybe I've figured out the Frappr map thing...I know some of you said you couldn't put a pin on it and thanks to Lynn, maybe it'll work now.

(notice how I don't commit to the operational probability of anything these days? and really, is it any wonder?)

Just go to that link down on the right there and it will take you to my main page...once you're there, you'll need to click the link for my group and then THERE you can add your pin.

Please take the time to do this. I'd appreciate it bunches!

Thanks!

January 18, 2006

encouragement...definitely

...and hope. Most definitely hope.

Here's that other clip that's lying on my desk---

A Song of Hope
O gallant Heart, defeated
Now gazing toward the west,
Where this day's splendor crumbles
Disastrous and unblest---
Look till the deathlike darkness
By stars be glorified---
Until you see another dream,
Beyond the dream that died.
----Archibald Rutledge

Lord, thank You for this little poem that many times has caused me to lift my tear-stained face and remember that You are the Author and Finisher of my faith, Creator of the galaxies and Ruler of all....and You have given me Your promise to never leave me, to never forsake me.
Thank You!!

Amen.

encouragement or discouragement...

NOTE::: WAY LONG POST ON CONTROVERSIAL TOPIC FOLLOWS--PROCEED WITH CAUTION
--YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED:::

Often, when I run across interesting articles, ads or poems that I'd like to either keep or share here...or both, I'll clip them and put them here on my computer desk.

Mostly, the bits of paper are uplifting or encouraging, but right now the two particular papers I laid here today couldn't be more different from one another.

One is just a clipping containing only 8 lines, a poem. It is entirely encouraging. I wish I'd written a date on it because I know I've had it for many years, but it'd gotten lost in the clutter on my dresser. I found it today and I'm so glad. I'll share it with you later because I've never seen it anywhere again and it's really a very good bit of sunshine to have around when you've had a very disappointing day.

The other paper is actually a quad-fold pamphlet. It's pink, I assume because it's directed at women and aren't all us women drawn to pink? (not this one) It's a very discouraging lot of hogwash that I was given sometime during the 3 months we attended that very legalistic church I have mentioned on occasion. It condemns, confuses and confounds the Word of God.

It made me so angry the second time I read it. The first time, it left me dumbfounded.

I'll share some about it with you right now.

First, a disclaimer::: This post is liable to offend some. That is not the intention, but if my prior experience with others on this topic is any indicator, offense is likely. I have a suspicion though, and a faith, that the people who read here are much more spiritually mature than the folks who saw to it that I have this little pink pamphlet.

The name of this darling little handout is Double Minded Women: dressing to please God or Man??? Yes, there are three question marks at the end. This appears to have been printed from a computer and copied onto the trademark pink paper, but I could be wrong. I assume I'm not though since it was written by the wife of the speaker man who had these on his table for distribution to the needy.

[ASIDE--yes, I'm being a tad sarcastic here and I apologize. even though it's been almost 4 years since our family was almost torn apart by the people who gave me this information, I am still raw from the experience. I'll try not to get nasty about it, but be patient. perfect, I'm not.]

THIS JUST IN::: This pamphlet has been renamed, folks, to Schitzphrenic Women. Welcome to the world we barely escaped, where any difference in opinion is considered a psychotic illness. The address for the online version is www[dot]fbbc[dot]com[forward slash]messages[forward slash]rwpants[dot]htm I haven't read through it completely, so if it has been changed, other than the title, I'm not aware of it. Read on...

As you might (or might not) imagine, this informational paper is about dresses. No, not poly-blends versus cotton or fitted versus loose. It's all about how women should wear dresses. And dresses only.

Not only does it say that, it tells us why and uses lots of scripture, most of it out of context, to support this belief.

The lady who wrote this helps her husband run a home for "troubled girls". I have no doubt in my mind that their definition of 'troubled' and yours is extremely different. The way it was presented, it seemed to be considered and run as a deprogramming type of thing. And as I think about it now, that's probably exactly how they see it as well.

I found a link to their website. Have to say, I'm shocked they have one when from listening to the rhetoric, you'd assume they thought anything that is outside their control should be considered evil, but they have a site. I don't know whether I'll link it here or not. I really don't want to be targeted by these people and yes, I do think they'd make a target of me. I have had enough heartache because of this type of people...I'm not going looking for more, but we'll see how I feel about the link later.

Okay, so back to my beef about this paper...It starts out in the very first sentence talking about how controversial the "pants issue" is and proceeds to then claim just two sentences later that "A woman who is causing problems in the body of Christ is either not dressed properly (I Timothy 2:9) or not under the submission of her husband or father (I Timothy 2:11-14)." I'll get back to the scriptures they use later.

Now, that is a direct quote. And even though I believe fully that respecting the God-given roles with regard to men and women is very important, and I even believe there is a right and wrong way to dress, my heart just tightens and my nerves rankle at the tone that is set from the get-go in this publication.

If you haven't been around long enough to read my occassional posts on the awful experience we had in this kind of legalism, then let me explain that we only attended this church for a few months, but those few months almost tore our family apart, specifically our marriage, (but obviously, the kids were involved, too) as the church with the pastor's approval and active participation, sought to drive a wedge between Tommy and me and this issue of "proper women's dress" was the chisel that made the first chasm, being pounded in by the hammer head of legalistic, so-called gospel.

In this pamphlet, the writer who is, remember, this pastor-slash-troubled-girls-ministry-founder's wife, goes on to tell us how she used to be a double-minded woman. How she used to be "haughty, masculine and rebellious". She even tells us how, asserting her embarrassment at revealing it, she got her husband by those very dress and actions she is now condemning. Hmm. She says she dressed for men, desired to be noticed by men, etc., etc., ad nauseum.

Yes, in that she is merely "confessssing" her past transgressions. But that's not the only confession she makes.

Years later, after having started this home for troubled girls, when she is alone in the house for the day, she tells how she WENT AND "DUG OUT" (her words) her pants and put them on to see "what would happen". Here's what she says...

"I could not believe myself. Soon I felt bold, hard, haughty, and unfeminine. I was very unsubmissive [to whom? she was there alone, but she was unsubmissive?] and I grew worse as the day progressed. As soon as I took them off, I changed my personality inasmuch as I felt softer, more meek, feminine and gentle. I was conscious of how I walked and sat. That same year I tried something else. Those were the days of ungodly provocative 'let's go to bed' look fashions. These fashions included the miniskirt. I again pulled out one of my miniskirts [this begs the question :what was she doing holding on to all these unGodly clothes?:] and my shiny black boots [!!??!!] and immediately felt like a strange woman, and I desired to dance and prance. Perhaps you have worn these and did not desire those things. That is wonderful, but you were just as guilty because you caused a man to lust or attempt to control over his vision."

People, my mouth just fell open when I read this paragraph. That is about 10 paragraphs into this printed reproof of women and the tone was already judgemental, accusatory and almost mean. Here, it got just plain ridiculous. I mean, WHY did this woman have these clothes still stored away??? WHAT WAS THE PURPOSE??? And also, what does it say about a woman (or a man, for that matter) that has no more control of her emotions/desires/behavior than to "immediately" feel like a prostitute (that's what a strange woman is in biblical terms) and desire to dance and prance?!?! Good grief!! It tells me that this woman had better not be swept over by a hurricane and survive because more than likely, she might be left without a stitch of her own clothing to her name, and God forbid she may have no choice but to put on a pair of pants from the Red Cro$$ or whatever. She will be completely gone to the devil in a handbasket, right? According to her own admission, she will be completely helpless and will proceed to flag down johns from her position on the street corner.

Now, I realize this is just one (of many just like it from these people) position and not all people who feel convicted to dress (or eat or live) a certain way are so legalistic and judgemental about it. I'm not saying that at all. The church we were attending, that supported this 'teaching' and promoted it with a vengence, was only about 20 members strong. As time went on, we heard from the pulpit phrases like "we got rid of them real quick" referring to people who just wanted to have the church to fall back on but didn't want to live by "the rules" and instances of rebuking people from the pulpit (not in private, as the bible teaches) for doing various rule-breaking activities. We finally learned why our children weren't allowed to sing with the other kids (their mother wore pants during the week!) and why I was only encouraged to sign up for cleaning duties within the church, but never to fill in as pianist (that happened once while the preacher was gone...he must have pooped a brick when he found out)...nay. It was far better to do without music at all than stoop to allowing a "strange woman" to sully their sacred piano.

These people were forever saying things like "We're praying for you, Brother Tommy." or "We're praying for Geannie." Once they even went so far as to tell him they were praying that I'd "give up my pants" soon! All that sort of thing did was to drive a wedge between the two of us.

For awhile, I tried to be this dress-wearing holy woman the rest of the church women did. But very quickly I found out that they were really very ugly, gossipy (always in the form of a prayer request, of course) and that they'd take petty disagreements to the high pastor, who would them mention them from the pulpit!!! It was a horrific experience and I had no desire whatsoever to be like them!

It was made even worse when Tommy got sucked deeper and deeper into the farce and the distance between us became wider and wider. I must have cried millions of tears during that time. I knew in my heart that they were very wrong. But nothing, not even scripture, could convince Tommy. I gave him lists of scripture showing their teachings to be against God's word. He never once even attempted to look at them. But he was forever asking people at work what they thought. GARHG!

The final straw was when after being asked repeatedly, my dad agreed to sing during a night service. Then, just after the opening of the service, during the usual handshake, the pastor pulled Daddy aside and asked if he'd be singing by himself. No, Daddy said, both us girls were there and he'd sing with us. Dad was then told that 'us girls' were not allowed to sing. Daddy slowly asked why and was told it was because we wore pants during the week, outside of church. Dad leaned over the pew to tell me we wouldn't be singing. I, suspecting nothing like this, asked why and felt as if I'd been smacked in the face when he told me why.

That was the very hardest church service I've ever, EVER, had to sit through. When we got home, Dad told how he'd also felt like he'd been smacked...how the preacher had assured him that he'd be allowed to sing a solo, of course. And how he, my daddy, told him no, in that case he wouldn't be singing either.

EVEN after this incident, Tommy would not budge. The heartache was unbearable. It has to be added here that at this same time, one of The Acceptable Families in the church, the husband, had become buddies with Tommy...and had gotten him into the whole sickening gokart racing thing, too. So Tommy felt as if everything was about taking his fun away, his so-called friends, etc.

Most of you know how that ended...before we finally broke free from that church - because of my insistance - how Tommy orchestrated a plan to be able to go be in the weekly races, even though it fell on our 17th anniversary. And how I didn't go with him because 1) I hated going (dirt, noise, raunchy people, liars and cheats? um, no thanks) and 2) I had cramps, uhkay? So, I stayed home and the boys went with him to the track two counties away...about 60 miles from home. And how that about midnight on our 17th wedding anniversary, I got a call telling me that Tommy's kart had flipped and he was being taken to the hokey county hospital.

Long story shorter...the man had broken his collar bone in two places, requiring surgery to put two metal plates and eleven screws in to patch him together, then spending a month off work then another month in therapy. I stuck by him the entire time, as hard as it was. Yes, I did bawl him out, but I stood by him. The man couldn't even go to the bathroom by himself, for cryin' out loud. And everytime someone asked what happened, the tone went from sympathy to "well, you deserved that then, didn't you?" and I was looked as like some idiot for staying with him.

Seriously. It just about ended our marriage. But thankfully, we didn't let a bunch of legalistic, devilish (what else do you call it when people try to put a husband at odds with his wife?!?!) people win a battle for satan. Only by the grace of God, of course, but we fought it out and stuck together.

So *deep breath* I don't know what prompted this whole post other than running across this devilish pamphlet today. But let me give you my take on these scriptures.

The references to I Timothy 2 ...verse 9 doesn't say at all that women must wear only dresses, and not just any dress, but very long, very loose, very layered (that was the high pastor's way of putting it...long, loose and layered) dresses with only long hair. No if's, and's or but's about it. I see this NO WHERE in this scripture. I DO see the admonission to dress modestly and be reasonable (sober, serious) and not have braided hair [!!] or wear gold, pearls or "costly array". Hmm...you'd die if you could see the jewelery the high pastor's wife wears. On another note, I found this 'explaination' of the hair thing on www.bibleexplained.com/epistles-p/1&2-Timo/1ti02.htm if you want to copy and paste and see for yourself...

9 - Broided Literally, something woven, twisted together, of braided. In the context hair (and other things) should not make a statement that is not in harmony with reverence for Christ. I have heard that the term is used for the practice of weaving strands of gold or silver into the hair.

Um, folks...this sounds like making some modifications to the scripture to me. Since I don't know the author of this personally, I won't put too much stock in what she says.

I will say, however, that the pastor's daughter often wore her hair in braids. She was a teen at the time, which would make one think that braids would have been all the more inappropriate for her according to the doctrine held by the church. The wife wore moderate amounts of makeup. Tasteful, I would call it. She was by no means a T@mmy F@ye, ya know? But jewelery and makeup, the woman had ample amounts of to be sure!

For verses 11-14, I will say I do believe that women should not teach anything in the church other than children's classes (if they teach Sunday School or whatever) or a women's class. I take these verses literally and the reference to Adam being formed first (he was) and Eve being the one who was first deceived (she was)...that just references where this teaching originates. We women are naturally more emotionally driven for the most part, and as such, are perhaps more apt to be led astray. That's my take. And that's all I'll say about the subject.

On making modifications to the very scriptures they use to 'prove' their legalistic teaching, high pastor himself seemed to make certain exceptions...for instance, he was very fond of quoting the Old Testament to prove that women should wear dresses and not pants...For instance, Deuteronomy 22:5 says basically a man shouldn't wear "that which pertaineth" to a woman and likewise for women. Now then, we can discover by simply reading that men wore robes and not 'pants' per se. High preacher even brought this one up himself, then went on to tell us that men wore 'britches' undeneath their robes and women didn't.

Correct. No argument from me. However, how would one know whether a woman hadn't snuck on her hubby's 'britches' under her robes just to feel all defiant and such? You wouldn't. Not that it wouldn't be wrong, since it's clearly stated in this scripture that it should not be done. BUT, my point is that looking at the outward appearance, no one would know except the woman and God, right? Besides, I really don't know any women that would even want to wear men's underwear (which is what the 'britches' amount to). Yick. ;)

Okay...now let's look at the clothing requirements for men, specifically preachers...specifically here. This is some very specific clothing requirements for the Old Testament priests, which high preacher considered himself. There's a whole list of specifics here...color, type of material, proportions, etc. There's no room for variant interpretation here, folks. But that was no longer required according to the preacher, even though the women's requirements were still in effect.

Hmm. Okay, I'm going to stop now. I'll leave you to investigate James 4 and see what it says about judging your brother (fellow believer)...and Romans 14 where Apostle Paul tells us not to assign our judgements of what is lawful or sinful for us to others where it's not clearly stated in the scriptures...and Matthew 6 (verses 1-2, 25, 28-29, 31, and 33) and 7 (verses 1-2, 12, 16-18 and 20) where Jesus Himself tells us not to do things (or wear things) so we'll be noticed by others and thought to be holy, that life is more than what we eat and our bodies more than the clothing we wear, that we should first be seeking the kingdom of God, then specifically to "judge not that ye be not judged...and that you will know them by their fruits". The church and pastor's fruit was judgementalism, gossip, exclusion, legalism, bullying, intimidation, active attempts to divide a couple and culling the congregation like cattle.

*long breath* Whew. This has been draining, but cleansing and a good thing, I think. I hope none of you have fallen over the keyboard or gouged your eyeballs out with a pencil. *heh*

Now you may understand some odd things about me that may not have made sense before? Maybe?

Nah. No way.

Never the less, it's been yet another excercise in the release of the hurt we experienced at the hands of some very misguided people. It breaks my heart to think of all the people who didn't have a firmer foundation (or none at all!) in the scriptures and have been set adrift to figure out what happened to them alone. I seriously weep when I think of it. It is a horrible shame and this pastor will have much to answer for when he's called before God.

As will we all, yes, but Lord help me to never purposely push someone away from You!

Anyhow, I'm open to discussion, that is civil, friendly discussion, which is all I'd expect of my exemplary regular readers, but if you're new, maybe you didn't know that. Now you do. That doesn't mean I'll have any answers to questions, any response to statements or any desire to participate in the discussion.

So then, if you've made it this far, you should win a prize!!! However, since I don't have any prizes to award, I give you my sincere appreciation. ;)

~hugs~


concerning the dsl and the delays thereof

Ain'tchoo impressed?! :) I'm a-usin' big words, Maw! I'm a-usin' big words!

Heh. Okay, about this dsl crapola...Tommy's called about three times this week. First, he called a dude from the phone company that he'd worked with before on the job. Um. That dude is no longer with the phone company.

Aherm. Okaaaay, so then he calls and asks to speak to somebody with some authority and got connected to the regional authority dude. Whilst talking with him, Tommy gets quite a bit of run-around...same ol' thing...it appears you're not within the service area and let me talk with my boss and I need to contact engineering and see what the problem is and the obligatory I'll call you right back. Gah. You KNOW he didn't call back, don't you?

So...Tommy called HIM back today. The news, though hard-won, was good considering the news we've been getting all along in this mess. They WILL be doing whatever's necessary to get dsl access to us. As we understand it, that includes some poor pitiful soul having to go down in a manhole to reroute some wires. Oh, the horror!

Gag. My husband goes in manholes as a matter of course in his job on a daily basis, people, doing WAY more nasty stuff than moving some stupid wires around. (or at least, he did til he took this supervisor position) Don't expect me to get all teary-eyed because someone else has to do that on his job, okay? Nope. Not gonna happen.

While I'm thankful to learn we will be getting dsl eventually (the timeline given is 1.5 weeks), what galls me is that this whole mess was due to nothing except someone trying to get out of doing their job. Someone being too sorry to do what they're paid to do. GAG!!

So...there ya go. Sorry, Abby...it appears (although I won't be believing it til it's a cold hard fact) that I'll be leaving you on your own in dialupdom, but remember the heck it's been getting the movers out here! Makes me wonder if the move's gonna be worth the pain.

I'll let you know...

Fondly,
Geannie

January 17, 2006

i'm a baaaad girl...

Hey, ya'll. I'm here. Not dead, and mostly, not even feeling dead. How's that for shocking news?

I have, however, made the discovery that the amount of time I spend online is directly proportional to the amount of work I don't get done. I'm sure none of you know what I'm talking about, but take my word for it, okay?

Therefore, I'm working day and night to do a bunch of chores that have long gone neglected.

I'll be back, and yes, I'm taking some pix. I probably should have taken some before's though...somehow that never occurs to me til AFTER. Duh! Now ya'll won't believe me about how terrible the before's really were!

*hmph!*

~hugs & stuff til the weekend!~

January 14, 2006

somethin' else nobody tole me!

HA! I feel like I've discovered the formula for making crystal clean H2O!

I have always wondered how people could post pix of their desktops and webpages, etc. I figured, after seeing some for sale, that it had to be done with a program!

My fweet, Lynniepoo, just done-n tole me how to do it!!! SHEESH!!

So looky what I found.


A website totally and completely dedicated to public declaration of my lesser known attributes. Ahhhhh....

:) You can see if there's one out there for you here.

Best wishes and don't feel too bad if you don't find yours. I still like you. :)

January 13, 2006

nobody tole me!

Sheesh!! No wonder I didn't know it's ...


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Well, this brings up an idea that comes to every bloggers mind, at least once (but mostly more often than that, I betcha)

So, silent reader, accidental passerby, unwilling revisitor to my site...won't you at least say hi? Contrary to how it must seem, I don't bite. Yell and cry, maybe. But you're way over wherever you are, and so you won't hear me anyway, will ya now?

;)

Seriously, I can tell by stats that even I have occasional visits from folks I haven't met. Think of a comment as a sort of tip. It lets me know something you've read here got your attention...at least for a little while.

Thanks.

it's the one-three thing...

I am not a superstitious person and wouldn't have realized it was Friday the 13th except for seeing one of those news reports that talks about how silly the superstition is and thereby helps remind people to perpetuate it.

Gah.

But, were I to be an actual superstitious person, I might blame today's general yuckiness on the audacity of this Friday to fall on the 13th.

First...I feel LIKE CRAP!! And I mean steamin', smelly, stink-that-sticks-to-your-hair kinda crap. Yeah. It's been bad!

Number one, I think is due to several things...first, it's been coldish and RAINY all day today, which sometimes can make all my joints scream in agony. Today's been one-a them days, yessiree. And the headaches. They've been pulling some overtime today. Not even a break for lunch, mind you! And the overall mind-numbing lack of energy! I'd almost just go right back on my former thyroid meds because of how awful I've felt today (and I might do it yet) but they saaay it should take at least six weeks to notice a change in thyroid meds, so if I DO switch back, I'd be scolded and talked to like I'm an idiot for thinking the med change is already affecting me.

But then again...when they first gave me the radioactive iodine to kill out my overactive thyroid gland, they told me it'd take at least three months before I'd need to start meds....and I was on a dose of thyroid meds within two weeks.

Hmmm....

Then the interesting (although infuriating) news I've had today about this whole dsl fiasco.

Okay, so anyhow, the next 13th giveaway was when I called to set up a free dialup account. The lady told me, again, what the notes on our dsl workorder said....not available, blah, blah, blah...out of service area, blah, blah, blah...trying cutaround, blah....sent to engineers, blah, blah, bleck.

A few hours later I got a call from someone in the local office. It was some dude named Tony telling me the dsl thing "looks like it's not gonna happen". I questioned him, trying not to get all bent out of shape since I was already contorted from aching all over and it would really hurt my head lots more if I had to yell at someone. He then said to let him contact the engineer's office again just to be sure.

In about 30 minutes, he calls back to tell me, nope. They can't do it. So then I DO allow a rise in my voice because, let's face it, I'm gettin' pretty bothered about this mess. I ask him why the guy Tommy signed up with in the first place told us we could get dsl after checking our phone number. A nice, polite answer basically saying he didn't know and he was sorry about that. (uh, that's nice, but it doesn't tell me anything) Then I inform him that we bought a router and a lengthy piece of ethernet to use this dsl service that we were assured we could get, but now can't. Again, he's very sorry about that. I restate to him again that we purchased this stuff solely for using with the dsl service, does he understand the outlay of money we made just because we'd been assured we could get dsl???? He does, and still in the polite voice, he tells me to let him contact his boss and he'll call me back.

He never did. I 'spect he will tomorrow. Or not. Who knows? At this point, it would seem NO ONE knows. I don't know whether to be pretty angry about being fibbed to or what!! I mean, that in itself is pretty annoying, but not much more EXCEPT that we have been shipped this dsl modem AND WE'RE NOT GOING TO PAY FOR IT IF WE CAN'T USE IT!! Capice?

The boxes it came in are long gone by this point and I don't really feel like going to a lot of trouble to repackage the thing myself. Maybe if they can't deliver as promised, they'll send a post paid box to ship it back in. At this point? I don't care!

Tommy made an appointment for Corey with the hair-stylist galfriend of this guy he works with. I hate it when he gets involved in this stuff he knows nothing about. I've cut Corey's hair myself for the past 9 or so years. Til he got all teenagery and wanted to get a different style. (this barber only knows one style, ya see) Then I took him to the gal who has cut my hair for over a decade and that was all fine. He really liked what she did and she was EXTREMELY reasonable about the price, too. But then when he started working, it was next to impossible to get him an appointment. I would trim around his neck and ears, but he'd wiggle and squirm and hunch down like I was going to do some irreparible damage to his head and I got sick of that pretty quick.

His hair's needed some attention for awhile, so Tommy comes in with his big solution making the child the first available appointment, and not with this lady who cuts the co-worker's hair (and his hair always looks great), but with the lone dude in the salon and guess what? He calls to inform me that I have to take him!

See? Now THAT'S what ticks me off about the situation. When it was Tommy making appointments AND delivering children to them, that's fine and dandy. But then he starts this garbage. So I wad myself up, try to make my head as unfrightening as I can without the assistance of makeup (because let's face it, just combing the hair was painful enough!) and I bundle myself up and go out in the rain and cold to drive across town for this salvation hair cutting.

GAH! I don't feel like going in, so I don't, but try to explain to Corey how to describe what he wants to this guy remembering some of the funky cuts I had gotten the few times I went to the shiek salons back in the day.

He comes out with basically the same head of hair he went in with, neater around the neck and ears, but otherwise, not really changed at all...and we're fifteen bucks poorer.

GAH! I hate for myself to get a haircut that is barely noticable, and even more so for the boys to do that. Sheesh.

Corey thinks it's wonderful, though, so I am trying not to say much. The gal I go to would have done a ton better job and cost us five bucks less.

That's what happens when men decide to mess where they got no business. *siiiigh*

Okay...I gotta go. My head's just thumpin'. Casey's gone to a movie with a friend and his family. Tommy's fiddling with making up CD labels in the other room and of course calling for me to come look every now and then. Corey's in his room talking to a friend. I think I'm going to call it a night....mare.

Ha.

Hope your one-three was lots better'n mine! :)

upitty-doo-dah-dates and blue icin'...

First let me take care of something....

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CLAIRE!

I knew it was comin', but let it slip up on me! Hope you had a great one and NO pokes or bruises! (not even the accidental kind!)

Okay. So I went to the endo yesterday. We went in Mom's car...with Mom driving, so you know how at ease I was.

NOT!

But since we made it there and back alive, I guess I can't grumble too much.

We got there a bit early and they took me right back (I really LOVE this office! Woo!) I was in there a total of 30 minutes and back out on the road with a sparkling bill of health.

My A1c in their office was a mere (and very acceptable) 6.7, down a tenth from last time, so Dr. G was mighty pleased with me. I questioned him about the readings from the new doc's (Dr. K) on cholesterol and thyroid stuff...

All my cholesterol readings were high-normals. I wasn't sure if I needed to be concerned about them or not. Dr. G says "Not." He says I have no other risk factors for high cholesterol and my blood pressure's always been good, so no worries on that account.

My thyroid readings, like I told you Wednesday, are good, even by Dr. K's lab. Dr. G, even though he's not a big fan of the ArMoUr thyroid med, said he didn't know why Dr. K had made me switch to the synthetic stuff. Also said he thought the dose Dr. K had started me on was going to be too high. And then, "We'll just have to see how it is in six weeks." No biggie. I swear, that man is one of the most laid-back docs I've ever had!! Very thorough, but laid back.

So anyhows, he tells me if I find that the new thyroid is not working, I should just go back to what I was already using. Sheesh! I'm tellin' ya, folks, I absolutely HATE when docs mess with my thyroid meds. HATE IT! Since the thyroid regulates your metabolism, it really knocks me for a loop when somebody comes along messin' with it and turns my world on its head. GAH!

Thus far, I THINK I'm doing okay with it. Although...I did have a couple hours yesterday when I was really lightheaded and such. Dunno what that was all about. So far today, I feel fine, so...*shrugs*...who knows?!?!

Oh and that reference to blue icing?? See comments in the previous post to catch up on that. Heh.

After we got out of the endo's Mom started mapping out her plan of attack for shopping me into my grave. I swear, I think she'd be pleased to have "She Met Her Maker With A Full Shopping Bag In Each Hand" engraved on my headstone!! *snicker*

She's all in a fizz over trying to pull together a wedding for my sister.

Yeah, she's planning to get married this spring. I don't wanna talk about it. Neither of us (me & sis) may survive my mama's event plannings and such. Urgha! She's an event planning maniac, my mama.

So, she wanted to go to all the fancy do-dah places and look for frou-frou flowers, ribbons, cake toppers and any other jiggy that might possibly be used for decoration. I just needed to find some ribbon and a few flowers to re-do my huge grapevine wreath to match the new paint.

She also was instructed to go to The Big Warehouse Club That Shall Remain Nameless (lest it comes up in a search or some other paranoid fear of detection I have) to get a case of motor oil for my dad. I just needed some mega-jiggies of liquid laundry soap and some Myl@nt@. Sheesh!

We stop to get a bite to eat, which is when I didn't feel so hot with the dizziness, but soon we were on the road to Shopdom Euphoria.

In case you missed this critical detail...MY MOTHER CAN SHOP ME UNDER THE TABLE. She wears me OUT with the overmuch SHOPPPPING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After we'd been in the Ridge Of G@rdens looking at the explosion of flora and fauna and getting lost in the fake tree department where I feared any minute a spider monkey (or just a spider) would jump out on me, Corey beeps to ask if I know that it's after 4pm.

No. I did not!! He was rather fussy with me because he had an EMT meeting to attend at 6pm. I relayed the info to Mom, who put her shopping cart in overdrive and peeled out toward the registers. She kept going on and on about how she didn't know the boys had meetings and stuff tonight. (Case had bball practice, too) Corey, little snot, kept saying, "But SHE did know about it..." as if I'd purposely undermined his get-together at the ambulance station! GAH!

I never dreamed it was so late, so I actually DIDN'T know and there'd been no opportunity to tell Mom about it because she was totally all in Event Planning Heaven and could not be reached by talk of anything other than The Event.

Sheesh. So we made it back to town with just enough time to drop Corey off, minus his uniform, which I told him to just get over already! Then we rushed home to unload and transfer stuff and get Case ready for his practice.

Tommy was home and took Casey on to the gym and I passed out on the couch. I was SO TIRED!!!!!

On the way home, I asked Mom if Daddy was actually needing that oil right now (I suspected he did because there's been a lot of work on some equipment going on) and she said yeah, and he was gonna be mad at her. So I told her that I'd drive back up there one day next week. She needs the extra space in the Explorer to haul some of them 5 foot trees outta The Fake Tree Forest anyhows. Sheesh.

Today? Today I called to get a free dialup account from the company that is currently delaying our dsl account. Found out some more info about that...seems that we're like riiiiIIIiiiight on the edge of the service area. They're trying to get us connected without doing anything physically to the lines, I think, but that may not be possible. The lady I talked to was really nice, so I didn't flip out on her, but it sure seems odd to me that the dude Tommy originally signed up with CHECKED us for availability and now they're having this problem.

Gah. So, I now have @lltEl dialup. It's actually faster than the isp I had before. At least!!

Now, I'm trying to get my email set up and that's not going very well. I think I'm gonna hafta dump Thunderbird. It's just not nearly as versatile as OutlOOk was. Maybe I'll get OE back and see if it works better on the new CPU. ???

At this point, I'm getting a bit technology-weary and sick of fooling with it. How horribly SAD to say that about this snazzy new computer!!! GAH!

Maybe, too, I just need some lunch!

Think I'll go see if the kids have that icing made yet...

January 11, 2006

you forced me...

Darlene's apparently not adding the implied inflection to my voice in the relating of The Needle From Hell. She has chosen to omit the obvious agony portrayed in my story...

So, I have no choice but to prove what an ordeal having blood drawn is for me:::

I know. It's blurry. Do you have any idea how hard it is to take a photo of your right forearm with your left hand when the capture button is on the right side of the camera?

Well...it ain't easy!

I hope this looks at least as bad in the morning when I go by the doc's to pee in that cup. Hmph!

random, meaningless info about moi

I went to that new GP Monday. I like him okay. I mean, didn't DISlike him, but he didn't like knock my socks off with his bedside manner or House M~D-like diagnoses. He ordered some fasting blood work, so I had to go back yesterday morning for that.

I warned the nurse. I am the most difficult stick you'll probably ever have. I always warn people ever since the notorious Seven Tries For One Tube fiasco when I was 21 and pregnant with Corey.

Apparently, I have all of the worst characteristics for veins::: small, deep, crooked, flexible (they roll away from the needle) and to top it off, I have skin like leather. Especially on the backs of my hands where lab techs love to stab once they've determined they'll never find a vein in my arm...it's so thick there, it once peeled the thin plastic coating off the needle!!

Sheesh.

So after a full 10 minutes of searching my arms, wrists and hands, she decides to go for one in the middle of my forearm. Right where it's nice and bruise-able. (nope. no pix, but maybe later...)

Got a call about the results this morning. My TSH is fine, which is good, but since he switched me from the ArMoUr thyroid med to a synthetic, that could very well change. He DID seem to understand my concern with fiddling with the dosage considering all the trouble I've had finding a workable dose.

We'll just hafta see how it is when he rechecks it in 6 weeks.

He was familiar with my endo and told me he was glad I was using that one as he was the best with insulin pumps. That was good to know!

Anyhow, so the TSH (Thyroid Stimulating Hormone) is okay, but my glucose was "a little high", which could mean anything from 200 on up, I guess. So now he wants me to come in and do a urine test for ketoacidosis.

Good grief! Don't they know I can test for that myself (and DO whenever my sugars are running high)??? It's like when you get a new nurse in the hospital and they have no clue about living daily with diabetes and the leeeeast little thing freaks them out.

I've had finger sticks over 200 at my endo's office and they never bat an eye as long as my HemA1c is good. (that's a blood test that measures the average glucose level over about 3 months' time) They know that blood sugar fluctuates ALL THE TIME and just because it's above range doesn't mean I'm going to die any minute. Ya know what I mean?? Or does that not make any sense?

Anyhow...since I have to pick up the test results to take with me to the endo tomorrow, I guess I'll pee in a cup for them. I mean, y'know? If I DID have ketones (dangerous by-product of having high blood sugar -- and left untreated can be very dangerous) yesterday, it's not going to do any good to test for it tomorrow! Argh.

Okay...what else?

Oh...I told ya'll Tommy was going to get rid of his cell phone and use the one they'd provide at work for him. The reason he hadn't already done this is because the cell service they use at work is pretty pathetic. That is one thing NeXtel's been good about...plenty of towers and very little down time. Oh, and when T first got his about 7 years ago, they were the only ones with two-way capabilities.

That was the thing that made him keep his Nex. Most all the other guys had them too and it was just SO much easier to two-way than to dial, wait for an answer, maybe get through...or not...and have to leave a message...that MIGHT get answered...or not.... Get the picture?

So...since Nex has become such a royal pain to deal with, and since they'd upped our bill so much, he was going to take the plunge and use the cruddy work cell. He was getting SO whiny abou it!!

I can understand, but good grief!! We needed to cut the cost already, but then he decided to get rid of it to cover the cost of the (so far, non-existant) dsl. But he has like almost 200 contacts in there. All but probably 1% (or less) were work contacts, too.

But all that aside, the big news is that he's talked the super into signing with Nex. The contract for the work cells was up, so Tommy explained to him how much the cruddy phone would impede his ability to get things done. The super told him to go get some prices.

What's really stinky about it, though? The deal they got was FIVE free phones with 2000 shared phone minutes and unlimited local two-way, free nights and weekends....all for about $150 bucks!!!!

Our bill? For three phones, two sharing 1000 minutes, the other with 500 minutes, unlimited two-way, free nights and weekends?? Has been almost $200 bucks ever since the contracts ran out and they showed how they treat loyal, long-time customers.

ARGH! Corey pays for his own service on our combined bill, but STILL that was waaay too much to be paying. And no, it's not always been that high. As each of our contracts ran out (and we just stayed with them on a month-to-month basis) the bill would go up. Grrr.

Tommy says he's going to haggle with them to rework my and Corey's plans so our bill will go back down. I sure hope he can. That's RIDICULOUS that they can get such a good deal for his work while sticking it to us that way!!!

Tommy is much happier about not having to basically take a huge step-back with his connectedness at work.

Other big news (to me, anyhow!) ---Casey has been doing so good with his school work! He's always been a reluctant student. Always looknig for the easy way, the quickest route to the end of the lesson. Knowing he had other stuff to do, he'd take off or get out a game, etc. and I'd have to get onto him. He'd say, "But you didn't tell me that."

Argh!

Anyway, he told me Monday that he was really interested in doing well at his school work now. Said he didn't know why, but he was just really interested in learning.

*jaw hitting floor*

I was pretty stunned. AND THRILLED!! What an answer to prayer!!

I spent some time working on some progress charts, lesson plans and record sheets for him. Today, he came flying in here (not all that unusual) and slapped a paper on the desk in front of me. "HA!", he said. It was his math paper. He was grinning ear-to-ear. On top of the paper was a huge "100%". He'd gotten all the problems right.

This is really such a wonderful thing in my book. Lord willing and it lasts, it will be a huge load off my mind.

Now, to just get myself in gear....

My New Year's Make-Life-Easier project is slow getting going, but I DID get a menu made up for this week. And have actually stuck to it!!! At least I've been able to do that much.

Well, and I got those plastic drawer towers and organized this catch-all corner beside my desk. During that process, I also cleaned out quite a bit of craft stuff from two of the cabinets. (hey, Liiiiindaaaaaa.... you KNOW what that means, doncha? LOL!)

But that's where it's ended. My bedroom's piled up, which I HATE. The kitchen is cluttered. DIshes are clean, but the bar is just cluttered! As usual by year's end, the desk in the kitchen is not even visible. I do have some plans to get rid of some clutter there, but it involves buying a four-drawer file cabinet and that just ain't gonna happen anytime soon. The living room stays in pretty good shape, but it's SO much easier to keep tidy without so much other junk in there...and what with the nice, new paint and all....

This room is tolerable, but I do have a bunch of empty totes to reassign. Tommy wants some for the shop. The others I need to use elsewhere in the house...but I haven't felt the desire to get into another decluttering project and put them into use.

Okay...so one last thing that's hopefully a bit more uplifting...

I've dragged out my old piano books and have been pecking around the old piano for the past few days.

Last Sunday evening Tommy and Casey went scouting, leaving just me and Corey at home. I asked him if he'd like to practice some songs with me. (oh, during Christmas at my parents, we discovered that Corey has quite nice singing voice AND he can carry a tune! my grandpa would be thrilled...and HIS grandpa IS thrilled!) It seemed to make Corey feel really good to learn he actually could sing, so he came to the piano and we sang til my voice quit. (singing the same part with Corey meant it was WAY high for me!)

I play by ear, for those who didn't know, and I'm really not very good, but when there was no one else to play piano at the various churches we've attended, my banging was better than nothing.

I can read music, but not very well. I started lessons when I was about 8, then at 11, I had to start playing at the church I grew up in...that meant the waltzes and minuets and theory books went by the wayside and I brought the hymnal to lessons with me.

Usually, my young piano teacher would "show" me how the song should be played, and then I'd pretty much just play it by ear from there. When I was about 14, she told my mom to stop wasting her money on lessons, that there was nothing else she could teach me. I was talented to be able to play by ear, but it hindered me in learning anything else.

Hmph! It wasn't the way it sounds, but I stopped taking lessons then.

Now, I am finding out just how much I retained, or maybe how well my memory is and I've been playing from the old lesson books. I'm very rusty, but have surprised myself with how much has come back to my memory.

So there's that. Whoopie. Whatever.

And before you fall asleep and drool on the keyboard, I will say goodbye.

Have a great evening!


you gotta be kidding me!

The winner is....

GAH! We logged into the main website that our dsl account is through, were able to make the password change and set up email accounts, etc. We figured that surely this meant the service was enabled, so we proceeded to install the dsl software.

When we got to the "wait while we establish your connection" part and that's when the cowpie hit the fan.

Gah.

We tried a few things we thought might be causing the problem (like having the phone filter run through the surge protector instead of from the wall socket), then decided to call tech support.

Yeah...good ol' tech support.

I got transferred a couple of times, but have to say that, all in all, it was a WAY better experience than trying to talk to rassen-frassen Nextel. BLAH!

Okay, so the short story is... I call Tech Support department and quickly get transferred to the Service Status department...I found out was that our service was put 'on hold'. Get sent to the Customer Business department, there am told no one's sure why our service was on hold...can I hold while the operator contacts The Held Accounts department...wait while listening to generic elevator music...soon my op comes back to tell me the simple explanation is that there's some engineering problem getting our service connected. He can't give me a timeline for connection, but assures me that we should have service in no more than THIRTY DAYS, probably less I'm told, but that's the longest it could take.

GOOD GRIEF!!!!

SO, I did exhale, but only with relief that I hadn't already gone through the steps to cancel our dialup! GAH!

Although...they ARE supposed to supply us with free dialup while we're waiting for the rassen-frassen dsl to be connected.

ARGH!

During all this aggitation with trying to get a speedier 'net connection, I'm trying to make up some maps for Case's history/geography. I have a book with all the teacher's editions, etc., but I bought it used, thinking a few marks wouldn't make it unusable.

And it hasn't, but the very first map is gommed all over and there was no fixin' it in PSP. Urgh.

I went online and found several blank world maps. Opened them in PSP and started remaking the worksheet basically. Adding a list of places to label and instructions on coloring, etc.

Urgh!!!

Once I FINALLY got the fill-in one done, I realized that I'd need to make a study map with all the info on it since the online map wouldn't match the study map in the book.

[This is where the frustrated explicative goes. You can make up your own, or reuse one of mine.]

After getting all the labeling done, I had to print, of course. Simple matter, no?

NO! I'd printed one perfectly good copy of a not-precise-enough map before starting over with the one I was now set on using...but it wouldn't print.

Oh, paper with ink came out of the printer, but a map with thick black lines through it is USELESS!!

I tried it again. Same thing.
I did a regular cleaning on the printer. Same thing.
I ran a print roller cleaning. Same thing.
I ran a deep clean on the printer. Same thing.

['Nother loud vocal expression of frustration goes here.]

I restarted the computer. It printed fine.

What the poo?!?!?

That was the blank one, now I needed to print the labeled one.

SAME THING WITH THE BLACK LINES!!!

[You know what to do.]

This time, I shut down PSP and reopened it and again, the print job went without a hitch.

I have no clue what's up with that. And frankly, at this point, I'm too tired to care.

I have, however, vowed to never buy a used curriculum that includes a workbook "with minimal markings" Yeah. SuuuUUUUuuure.

Random updates to come....

waiting to exhale...

Somebody used that title on their blog recently. I know I saw it somewhere.

That post, however, had nothing at all to do with stress over changing from dialup (the ONLY method of surfing I've ever known) to dsl (which is waaaay foreign to me!) Ah, AbbyNormal, I bid you a fond adieu! I leave you to (wo)man the dialup world alone, and I leave knowing it is in capable hands....etc., etc., etc. Remember me fondly....*sniffle*

*ahem!* So, today's the day. I 'spect they may have us all set up to switch by this afternoon. Corey's off work today and just itchin' to get it going....if we CAN get it going!! I have my doubts.

Anyhows...I'll letcha know how it goes. Unless I can't and thereby you'll know how it went by my silence. Or, I shall come back quite high on the speed with which I shall sail through web pages! Mwah-ha-ha!!!

Oh....and IF it doesn't go well? That screeching you hear echoing across the sky above you?

That'll be me.


Which will it be?!?!?

January 10, 2006

empty-handed again...

I hate going to anyone's house or some gathering without bringing something with me. I mean, something besides a luggage-sized purse, that is!


I mean like FOOD or some sort of smallish hostess gift. Unless it's pretty specifically pointed out that I don't need to contribute to the table, I just don't feel comfortable, ya know?

And so that's how I'm feeling today. I don't have annnnything to bring to the ol' blog table for ya'll. It's a pretty sure bet that at least some of ya'll brought a dessert or party food to the meeting today, but I have nothing.

How sad is that?!

So, as is my custom to offer either photos or mind fluff, I offer you this in lieu of an actual post (and politely remind you to count your blessings because in the post-material barrel the pickin's is slim these days)


You are kind and have a loving heart. You are called "Queen Lucy the Valiant"
Which Pevesie Child are you?

[EDITAGE::: Okay, okay, so I found some LifeS@vers in the bottom of my luggage-purse. Here. Take one and pass it around. (and don't sing Beer On The Wall, please?) I found something else for ya....



what decade does your personality live in?

quiz brought to you by lady interference, ltd

LOL! Who knew?! I guess I sorta did. Maybe. Or not. I would never wear one of those cone-bra jiggys though. No way! (that's ONE thing I remember about the 50's era pictures I saw lots of as a kid...I always wondered what the heck was wrong with those women's boobs!)

Okay, more fluff...and I DO mean fluff! Gah!




Your Glam Shoes Are


Via Spiga Sexy



Obviously, this quiz is total bullhockey with a biggie-sized side of NoWay! The only time I'll wear anything like those is restin' in my casket, thank you very much! Sheesh! Who thinks up these things?!

Something a bit more realistic, maybe?

I took the What's the Color of Your Blog Personality? Quiz at About Web logs and...


My Blog Personality's True Color Is...
YELLOW
It's all about warmth and cheer.
Life's too short to be anything but happy. Sure, I feel "down" too, but I try not to dwell on such negativity. I prefer to spread goodness and joy through my blog.

BREAKING NEWS::: (not)

I took the Blogging Personality Quiz at About Web logs and I am...

The Daily Grinder
I love blogging because it's like therapy. I can write about anything and everything that happens to me - from the food I ate to what I was doing when I heard the latest 'breaking news'. Being able to communicate with my friends (online and/or real life) through my blog is important to me.


Well, duh! I coulda just told ya'll that!! I mean, in the off chance that you are asleep and/or drunk when you visit and therefore didn't already KNOW that!

Another?





Insanity Test
Username
Age
Your problem is Multiple Personalities
Will you ever be cured? (8) - Yes - definitely. - (8)
Just how crazy are you? - 71%
This quiz by insanitydefense - Taken 901470 Times.
New - Kwiz.Biz Astrology

Heh. Yet MORE stuff you already knew! Sheesh...lemme see if I can find something truly educational...