Society for the Preservation of My Sanity

welp, i had a right good start on one of those "year in review" posts last night. i left it when tommy made noises of interest in watching the men's dvd from no greater joy, so i immediately ran to put it in the player and turn in on, etc... (um.. he doesn't know how lol!) and the first time, i came back to my work on my post because i thought maybe he didn't want me in there while he was getting a brow beating. *heh*

later, i heard snoring and shortly thereafter, tommy called out for me to come into the living room, so i went in there again and sat with him. i realized that there were women sitting in on the message on the recording (it was sorta like a seminar/teaching session in a church) so i stayed.

poor tommy *siiiiiigh* kept dozing off and he was trying so hard (for awhile) to stay awake... i finally just gave up on him and turned it off and went back to save the post... and i find that someone had used my computer, nay my WINDOW, and had used it to surf to other pages thereby zapping all my work into cyber dust.

i was so irritated... *sigh*... but i held my tongue and just let it go. thus the title.

whatever.

it's all rainy around here. temps are so-called "mild", but i seem to be cold most of the time. urgh.

sis came to me the other day saying she "had a bone to pick" with me. huh? she said the pastor's wife had come up to her (that's kinda the way she does.. she just comes up and gets in your space, y'know? *heh*) and asked how she was doing... sis: "uh... okay..." pw: "well geannie told me you were having some female problems..." !?!?!?!????? wha??! good grief!

i thought and i thought about when and what i'd talked to and said to her... it's not like we ever just sat down and had a long conversation. most of our 'conversing' was in passing... short exchanges before or after church services or in between trying to tame their kid when they come over here. *ack!!* the ONLY thing i can think that i MIGHT have said (but i swear, i don't remember saying anything... i just can't positively swear that i didn't... *sigh*) was maybe i mentioned that i thought her birth control pills were interfering with her seizure meds.

now you tell me H-O-W does that translate into F-E-M-A-L-E PROBLEMS?!?!??!?!

good grief. that kinda thing just bugs me. i just hope it wasn't me who actually started the whole thing. *siiiiIIIIiiiigh*

okay, so i'm trying not to go off the deep end over this kinda thing. and man, what effffort it takes!! it just really bothers me when it involves someone besides me and the person i feel is skewing what was said. or...

whatever. i am striving to no longer be a person who blows up [throws a hissy; has a cow; flips her lid; goes nuts; sees red; comes unglued; etc., etc.]

boy howdy! am i getting convicted even as i write. now, really, i am not a p.r. rep. for the folks at ngj and them pearls... but i'm listening to the free downloads of mike's series of teaching on the book of romans. man. he doesn't beat around the bush. that's a forewarning to those who are heading over to get those downloads right now. and i encourage you to listen. even if you don't subscribe to the baptist beliefs, i guarantee you'll learn something you didn't know. i dare you to go listen. ;Þ or....

whatever. you can choose not to learn something new.

if nothing else, i'm playing this one for tommy asap. [everything from 00:00 to the end (of the series!) but specifically 19:49-21:40] right now, he's trying to get the brakes fixed. the plan was to simply "bleed" them, but they ended up getting locked and blah, blah, blah... that simple 15 minute job has turned out being a 4 hour job. yep. i thought he'd be right home, but he wasn't so...

whatever. i choose not to get upset.

okay, so... um, wanted to let ya'll know the changes to my basal settings have helped a lot with the crazy blood sugars. what a relief! *whew!*

i've had my share of migraines, but not any really horrible ones lately and so i'm thankful for that.

i'm finally starting to make some headway on this house!! finally! gah! it was getting really horrible!

the Christmas stuff is still out, but i have started gathering it up so that i can be ready to put it in the boxes once we get all the totes down from the attic. *blech*

i splurged and bought myself a cute little tart warmer thingie at the 'vendor mall' the other day. it's the perma-sorta flea market type-a place where my mom has her booth. there are a few really fancy booths in there. i've never had any tarts or such, but when i saw this cute burner with the exact colors of my kitchen with sunflowers even, i reasoned with myself that it was decoration and not just something to melt wax and smell nice.

whatever. *heh*

anyhow, the tart jiggies i got with it just weren't what i wanted. sweet temptation or something like that. *blah* way too floral and sweet. i didn't like that wafting around the kitchen. so i stopped by the mall again and found another booth with much larger tarts that were even a little cheaper. that i found yummy vanilla! noooow, i have a smooth, delicious smell that carries all the way into my living room without overpowering the kitchen where the burner sits.

i discovered something else in there. this awesome booth with tons of um.. i dunno exactly what to call it... it's like new england/colonial/primative decor. i know some one out there probably has a whole houseful of it, so tell me what you call it! PLEASE! i'm looking for MORE! lol!

this booth is so cheap. i suppose they get their stuff as overstock or something, but it's all brand new and in great shape. i bought a cute square stoneware jar with a rooster painted on it and a little glass candle holder inside. then i bought this set of wooden letters about 2.5 or 3" tall painted and scuffed up with weathered wires in them for hanging. they spell welcome (unless you hang them up wrong! lol!) today, i went back to get something i'd been dying to have... it was only $6, but it was just so perfect for an odd wall area of the kitchen. it's a small "fence plank" section with an adorable home and trees painted on it. curly wire wound with tiny florals serve as a hanger.

i just love it! i've decided that i will just get an item every so often as i get a few bucks here or there. (IF i get some bucks, that is! lol!) anyhow... i've just fallen in love with some of the stuff they have there and it's so affordable (probably straight from asia, i guess?... haven't seen any infamous stickers yet, tho) i figure i'll just start building a little treasury of decor... and um.. well, decor with it. LOL!

whatever.

okay... well, i've been the larger part of the afternoon writing this. between phone calls, laundry loads and supper cooking (yep, actually fixed supper... which is why no one was home. it never ever fails) so now the big boy is home. tommy and case are still working on that dadblasted truck. (biting of the tongue here)

they did at least come home and eat. gah. i have to go call tucker back in and check on the dryer. then i'll need to clean up the supper mess (meatball heros), unload and load the dishwasher.. then i'm hitting the hay.

or whatever.

;)

g'night!

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the dragon. it's back.
with a vengance.

this has been going on for a little over two weeks now. i kept thinking it'd stop. couldn't figure out why the migranes were back, etc.

but they just got worse. and worse. to the point i was back to taking the stupid meds for "acute migraine pain"... the meds that don't always work so well. and mostly haven't worked at all lately. the meds that for whatever reason, insurance will only "allot" to me 9 doses a month. yes. according to them, i am allowed to have only 9 migraines per month and should i go over that amount, then tough luck. deal with it.

so... i decided i'd have to use some our measley Christmas funds to pay for one trip to the chiroprator and get my neck aligned.
i made the mistake of mentioning this to my mother, though. she and daddy have been going to this chiro for about a month now and they've seen a lot of improvement. ptl!! mom tells me she'll make me an appointment when she goes for hers later that day. okay, fine.
she calls me later to let me know i have three appointments, pre-paid appointments and the first one is blah-blah...!!! gah!! when i got there, the receptionist/assistant, who is a friend of mine, wouldn't tell me the amount! so that i could pay it back! argh! what conspiracy surrounds me!

*sigh* so anyhow, i could feel a difference immediately after the adjustment and it was a relief because i had a bad one coming on when i went in. it was still not such a good day pain-wise, but it was tolerable. sis was with me so we did some Christmas shopping. i was hopeful the next day as i woke up dragon-free, but alas, by evening, it descended upon me even after taking the stupid meds and i went to bed with an ice pack and a box of tissues.

i
hate
migraines!!!!!!!!!

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[NOTE: this post was begun on 11/27/2006. life got busy and i got sidetracked and so i'm just now finishing it up. it's with a little bit of dread that i offer it up because of the subject matter, but.... here ya go ---- ]

first of all, not that i have many readers overall these days (that's what happens when ya don't post regularly! duh!) and i doubt i have many (if any) readers of the h0m*se&ual community, but here's this disclaimer just in case...

yes, i am "against" that type of lifestyle. i believe it is not natural, it is not "inborn" or learned. it is chosen and it is against nature and against God. if you are in this type if lifestyle, i urge you to think about what you're doing. consider the simple order of nature... life cannot come from any sort of "union" between same sexes. it is impossible. therefore, it is not normal or natural.

(kjv) Genesis 1:27 So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them. 28 And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.

if you live a h0m*se&ual lifestyle, you probably don't "believe in" God, but He is there regardless of that. and obviously from His Word, the Bible, He didn't created two men or two women, but one man and one woman who were perfectly matched physically to compliment each other. pefectly made to bear children and pefect in emotional characteristics to rear children with both nurture and protection.

you can email me if you would like to know more about the Bible (i'm no expert, but i do have people i can go to for answers) or God or to learn more about why this lifestyle is biblically wrong.

now... onto why i'm so furious at walmart.

first, they started out as this family-friendly one-stop store. help mom out by keeping her from having to drive all over town... great! i think sam walton was probably a sincere and nice fella. actually, my cousin who used to work in a giant sam's supply facility in a location i won't disclose, got to meet him and exchange a little bit of conversation. she thought he was an extremely nice gentleman.

of course, who knows. who ever really knows. however, looking at the way walmart was run during all the years when sam was in control, you don't see this kind of crud going on. yeah, yeah... it was a different time, different circumstances. but there are always unsavory causes, people. i haven't studied the history of walmart under its founder, but i'm just guessing that there aren't any iffy alliances between mr. walton and any organizations that would hurt families in particular and the nation in general.

so... here are some links you might be interested in if you wanna know why i'm so riled up.

http://wakeupwalmart.com
this is a site put together by employees and is not necessarily pointed toward the outside masses. but boy, oh boy! does it have tons of info on the inner workings of walmart. alot of this stuff i knew from watching my sis go through trying to deal with them and her health issues, but there is a morbid treasure trove of pustulous information there that will make your skin crawl. for instance how, of all the major 'big chain" stores, walmart has the most employees on welfare because of their crappy low pay and unaffordable health insurance. how about that? walmart has this gigantic commercial on tv showing how they are all about supporting the salvation army *ring, ring* but how many of their own employees can't make ends meet?

yeah. good on you, walmart.

then there's this site:
http://www.savewalmart.com/newsUpdatesDetail.asp?NewsUpdatesID=27
savewalmart.com the link is to an article about walmart now selling g@y porn book for teen girls. i wouldn't have posted this one except i checked it out.
it's also here:
http://www.cfacr.org/pages/article.php?aid=641
and here:
http://www.lifesite.net/ldn/2006/nov/06111507.html
i'd like to show you some "mainstream" news, but surprisingly (not!) they only give a nominal nod to this angle of the whole "walmart's-involvement-with-the-nglcc-thing". *sigh*

and another thing... what's with suddenly showing preferential treatment? oh, i know these people are so discriminated against, yadda, yadda. yes, i know some people do not know how to hate the sin but love the sinner. those people are not me, and they are not most other christians either.

and while we're on that note... what about christians. what group today is more maligned, belittled, scoffed at and singled out (can't use "discriminated" again now, can i?) and usually without so much as a peep from the public at large. not even from the christian community. sometimes yeah, that's the way it ought to be. sometimes we are left with no other option than to take the persecution in silence because to raise our voice in protest would not be right.

however... there are times when we need to stand up!! we need to scream NOOO!!! THIS IS WRONG!!! I WILL NOT SUPPORT THIS!!!! I WILL FIGHT IT WITH WHATEVER MEANS I POSSESS!!!! things like abortion, adultery, corruption in the body of Christ and this. a store that normally got a huge amount of my husband's paycheck because it had most all i needed and it was convenient. but when i find that it takes my money, little that it may be in the big picture, and uses it to support things the Bible speaks strongly against, then i have to say NO. i refuse to give you my business. maybe you'll never notice. doesn't matter. i'll know that i did my part. i kept my money out of your hands.

some Christian groups i'm told, have recinded their boycott on walmart. simply because walmart made a statement saying that just because they paid $25K to join the NGLCC this didn't mean that they support gay marriage.

hmmm. [i have no clue what is wrong with don wildmon and the afa, frankly... just can't give up that walmart, maybe?]

{ copy the link and paste it into your browser to go to this site. i still don't want these folks linking back to me. gah. (http://www.nglcc.org/ht/d/sp/i/213/pid/213 == go see all the nice people who give thousands and thousands of dollars to this organization) }

sooo, what does THAT mean? their statement about gay marriage? a lotta nothin' if you ask me. it doesn't mean that they DON'T support it, for starters. it doesn't explain the $60K they already donated to some individual pet program under the nglcc. i can no longer find the article i read stating this fact online. >:( that's more money that our family will see in a year people. i just can't shop in a store that is throwing that kinda money into that kinda organization.

and NOW i have to say that i do NOT share the opinions of the people in these articles. i don't believe walmart just joining the nglcc was a statement supporting gay marriage. however... it certainly would not be otherwise, if you think about it logically now, would it? but my thoughts on that have more to do with the ridiculous "statement" they made about how they're not going to support or oppose any controversial issues. *riotus laughter* yeah, right. in THIS link is where it mentions that $60k donation. did you catch the name of that thar program???? and they say they're not supporting the gay marriage thing? maybe not outrightly, but a program like that? yeah, that's moving right toward double-tux and double-gown ceremonies, people. think about it.

*huff, puff, pant*

okay. once again, let me restate for the record... i do not hate hom*se&uals. i am not out to get all the gays, etc., etc. and so forth. but i do refuse to turn the other way and pretend all that stuff is okay. i refuse to spend money in a store that's made it so public (by accident or not) that they've signed up to support this kind of lifestyle. that's just all there is to it.

if you shop there, i'm not judging you either. that's your business. believe me. i know how hard it is to not shop in there. at one point when i had first stopped shopping there, i thought in a moment of fatigue and desperation, "what the heck...everyone else is still going there..." and a day or two later, i ended up in there when a friend stopped by on her way to take me home.

it literally made me ill. it just felt so wrong!!, ya know? later, i revisited the reasons why i decided to stop shopping there in the first place, and whether my 'directives' on those issues had changed.

nope. they hadn't. so, this time i got serious. i thought out more in depth exactly why i was no longer going to shop at walmart.

and i haven't been in there in about two months now. (maybe i said that already... i've been awhile getting this post together, obviously!) either way, what you do is what you do. it's not my business. but you're here visiting me, at my blog, so i can tell you what i think about things.

and there's what i think about walmart (and a bunch of other things, too! lol!

maybe, Lord willing, this made a little sense and didn't sound too fanatical. i'm not a fanatic. i'm just fed up. maybe you learned something you didn't know. maybe you didn't. either way, it's all good. all i know is that i can't shop in there and look myself in the mirror. *shudder*

and with that, i wish you many blessings and a good day! :)

Posted by subject G~ at 11:15 PM | Permalink | Comments (7) | TrackBacks (0)

what it says:::
(this is the redundance part and the rage, all mixed together)
*ahem*

just think about it awhile. you can probably surmise the major details. i'm physically ill and mentally drained and it ain't over yet. my sons wanna know how i sue for the decline in health i've suffered from dealing with my health insurance provider all this time.

sick, sick, sick.

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That's what we call it when we're studying (thinking) on something. When we're (country folkses) trying to figure out the best course of action, etc.

*sigh*

I haven't really talked this out with anyone and it's been bugging me A LOT.

I'll try not to be too confusing, but once you get the jist of what went on, you'll understand why I might be a little um...excited, to put it mildly, VERY MILDLY, and a little hard to follow.

Okay...*deep breath* I had made Casey an appointment for last Thursday to get a checkup. Tommy had had an earache for over two weeks (dumbhead!) and finally decided it wasn't going to just go away...he called telling me it was killing him the afternoon before, so I called the office and they said just bring him in on Casey's appointment.

*whew*

The things God uses for good, huh? I'm SO thankful that Tommy was there, too. That way I wasn't the only one to witness the shameful, shocking, awful behavior.

So in we go. Case and I met Tommy up there and we all went back to the exam room together, which is how we usually do things. And in comes Dr. K. He asks what's wrong with Casey. Nothing, we tell him, he just hadn't had a checkup in a long time and I thought it was a good idea for him to have one.

*sigh*

Then the bad stuff begins. Doc starts asking him the apparently "usual" checkup questions..."Do you smoke or use dip? Do any kinda drugs or alcohol?" Case is all like *hmph! "Nooo, noooo." with this *duh!!* tone of voice, ya know? THEN? Then Doc says, "Are ya havin' sex?"

*falls on floor*

I swear, people. I was dumbstruck. I remember Tommy and I looking at each other, but there was more talking going on so we didn't even have time to assimilate THAT shock til he went on with M - O - R - E ! ! !

*screams!!!*

Doc then lays THIS li'l tidbit of wisdom on my poor child:

Lord help me, folks. I thought I'd pass on right then and there. I don't know WHAT was wrong with me!!! The only excuse I have is that I was SO SHOCKED that I couldn't get my mouth and brain in gear enough to blast him, or at least yank Case off the table and walk out.

*scream some more*

Doc makes positively sure that Case know what a condom is. Then repeats how important the wearing of one is and then tells him that "Because it's going to happen, maybe not right now, or next year but it will happen and you have to be smart."

NOW---Let me lay a little background info on you... Doc? He got married the week before my sister did. So he's been married a little over three months, uhkay? And I guess his baby is about 2 months old or so.

*cocks jaw, raises eyebrow and looks in your eyes*

I have never judged him OR his wife who is a nurse in his office. I never said anything ugly to either of them.

But I'll be danged if he's gonna sit there and try to prep my THIRTEEN YEAR OLD son to avoid the mistake his THIRTY YEAR OLD self, medical doctor self no less, wasn't moral enough, not to mention smart enough to avoid himself.

AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!

So...I'm now trying to get myself in letter-writing mode. That's what we decided would be the best thing. Just write a letter letting him know how offended we are by how he talked to our son, etc., etc.

I just dread it I guess. But it needs doing. Somehow, the Wordtiger in me is deeply sedated and I can't work up a lather enough to shoot out some fiery words that will let him know I mean business.

*sigh*

I'm just losing it altogether. Wah.

Anyhow...there's that trauma. If you have any suggestions, let me know. I need all the help I can get.

~hugs~

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So...about that mixing of paint...

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Remember when we painted the family room? That wall down the center? That runs into the kitchen, that doesn't have a breaking point upon which to stop with one color and start with another? Which means that center wall has to be the same color in both rooms? Even if one is a nice creamy color and the other is a strange green?

Well, I had planned all along to SOMETIME just do the entire kitchen with the creamy color. I have a chair rail height wallpaper border with clapboard-style paper underneath right now. Well, I always have had that kinda setup, just with different styles. After The Horrid Pink (which, yeah, I admit to loving at the time *sigh*) with a roses border, I went to This Green with a strawberries and blossoms on white lattice border and white clapboard with green shadowing beneath.

The reason I picked the color green that I did is because Mom offered to buy the paint for the kitchen. I was TRYING to pick paint that would match the rose border!!!! I didn't KNOW she was gonna turn around AFTER THE FACT and wanna buy new border too. GAAAH!

Anyhow...it is a very odd color green...it works okay, but I would never really choose it on its own mertis, ya know? Even me, the green lover that I am. This just isn't my kinda green. Too teal and bold to suit me, I guess.

Okay...so now Mom's bought me this border (you'll see in a sec). She EVEN let me pick it out! *GASP!* So I'M buying the paint, the top will be the same creamy color and below the gorgeous border will be another color instead of more paper.

This is what I'd started to put into another post....
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The house is looking pretty awful what with everyone sick. I had, for some unknown reason, decided to see how easy it'd be to tear off the chair rail border and wallpaper beneath it in my kitchen, so I spied a loose spot and....well, .....I tore it. Thankfully, it was a small and contained area of wall. But sadly, it's the first thing you see as you come in the door. So now, beneath my cool newish cream paint is this awful pink color. That's the color I painted the kitchen and family room when we first moved up here almost 12 years ago!!! It was the medium rose color in the border I used then...heavens, I can't believe I ever painted ANYTHING that color!

*shrugs* Oh well...that was then, right? Urgh.

Anyhows...now the plan is this...

That's just a PSP rendition of how it's SUPPOSED to look...although, the yellow paint isn't quite that bold, I don't think. It was hard to get the colors just right...but once I get the small section done, I'll post an ACTUAL pic, okay??

Lord willing, I'll start to feel a bit more energetic. The past couple of days, I just feel like a slug. SO TIRED!!!

Have a good day, ya'll...

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...what I wouldn't give for one RIGHT NOW!!

Man, these tired spells hit me so suddenly these days.

And HARD!!!

Have a great weekend, ya'll...oh, and Happy Father's Day!

Posted by subject G~ at 03:50 PM | Permalink | Comments (4) | TrackBacks (0)

Seriously.

Where DOES it go?! Y'know, when I was a kid, I remember people stopping my mom in town or something and declaring My, but they've grown so much! Where does the time go? (they being me and my sis) Back then, I just thought it was all stupid and wanted to get the whole ordeal overwith asap!

But now? I AM THEM! Wandering around, looking at kids who it seems just yesterday were in diapers and slobber bibs...and now they're grown!! WHERE DID THE TIME GO!?!?

What's more preposterous is that I'm not the career woman who was busy working and didn't notice. I'm the SAHM who was at the grocery every week, who was making play dates and meeting at the library for reading circle. HOW DID I MISS IT?!?!

Well, to be totally fair to myself and honest with you, I wasn't that mom (as referenced above) so much with my second child as I was with my first. With Casey, I was sick. A LOT. And after I was done being sick, there was a long hard recovery, so I was definitely NOT the go-here-and-there mom during that time. But by the time Casey was about 5, we'd met Karen and her three boys and were back to doing things like that again. Trail hiking, campground programs, swimming at the lake, paintball games (not us, but taking the boys to!) yadda, yadda....

WHERE DID THE TIME GO?!?!

Karen was here for a bit yesterday evening and we got to talking about all the fun stuff we used to do with the kids "back in the day".... Once we took them all to the lake to swim. We were going to a place where you had to walk way down to get to the shore, past a picnic area a little ways back in the woods.

There was a solitary car in the lot when we got there in the middle of the day, in the middle of the week. Neither one of us thought much of it. We figured some people had been fishing and for whatever reason, they left one car behind. *shrugs*

We passed a 20-something fella at the picnic tables as we headed deeper into the woods and on down the steep hillside. Why? Well, to swim in this waterhole, of course!

At the time, we kinda got uneasy, but not enough to turn back. The boys had a blast that day. They found a huge log, they did. And they rode it and threw each other off of it and let one wrap himself around the middle of it while the others spun him around.... you've never seen five kids have so much fun with a piece of naturally-occurring dead wood. :)

Then there were all the trips to the nursing home doing all those hilarious and fun skits. Of course, Karen and I had to help with the refining of the things or else they'd be 8 hours long in some cases or they'd be nothing but a series of cardboard sword fights, which tended to disturb the residents. We made costumes, posterboard campfires, pirate costumes, pilgrim and Indian costumes, we made beaded candy canes and attached Bible verses, construction paper flowers with pompom faces, paper windmills, etc, etc, etc... to give to the residents.

And there are a million other times when they all just goofed off a either our house or theirs. I guess that's why Karen's split affected not just her boys, but mine as well, y'know? Their best friends, for the most part, have become people they don't know. People they can't relate to.

*sigh* Great. Now I'm not only melancholy. I'm sad.

Um...well, anyhow, whatever the point of this post was supposed to be....I just feel a little overwhelmed with how fast life it flying past me right now.

Corey has the opportunity to take a class or course at the @mbul@nce service as prep to take the state boards. The cost for the course is $450, but as a cadet, he can take it free. It seems like an awfully good opportunity and I feel like he should jump at it even though he's not really leaning towards a career in that field anymore.

The course will span 6 months from July thru February, two nights a week, four hours a night. To me it seems like something he should persue, but I think he's torn on whether or not to do it.

Actually he's torn about a lot of things these days. What career does he wanna persue? And perhaps, How is he going to get all his credits finished by the end of the year while still saving up the money needed to do what he really wants to his car? And what after that? If he goes to college approximately 50 miles away, how will he work, where will he live? WAIL!!!

See? He's really stressing out about this stuff. Um....heh. *weak grin*

Okay! Gah! I have GOT to go get something done around here today. Been to the chiro this morning and he had to adjust me again. It always makes me feel so wiped out, but enough laying around here! Got TONS to do!!

The Sty awaits! Guh.

Blessings~~

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I was going to write about my wonderful Mother's Day gift, handmade by Casey...but while researching some things with him that relate to that gift, I found something that just made my blood boil over on eHow.

I mean, here I've been looking at a lot of cool info on this site today thinking to myself Hey, what a cool site! since I'd never seen it before...then I find the very last link at the bottom.... go on. Go look for yourself. Alll the way at the bottom under the last 'category'. A category which, in my opinion, doesn't have an ounce of business on the "natural world" page. As far as I'm concerned, that kinda thing? It's totally UNnatural!!!

And what of the unsuspecting parents and/or teachers who may be sending their students to research there? Sheesh!! What a curiosity-grabber down there for the little kiddies to find, eh?

Click the link, and you'll find, along with a wimpy, watery disclaimer, complete (according to whom? The Church of S@+@N? Who knows?) instructions on how to do the deed.

Aside from the sick trail the whole 0LLul+ 'category' leads you into, the site is all geared toward kids. THAT'S what ticks me most. And WHY is it on THAT page, of all pages, anyhow?!?

Gah.

Alls I gotta say is, Linda, lock up yer goats woman.

Grrrrr.

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I called about this homeschooling crapola with the insurance company. (see here)

I ended up talking to three different people. The lady who wrote the letter seemed the most blown-away by the news that no, Kentucky homeschoolers do NOT have to test, do NOT have to send "their stuff" to be graded, do NOT have to belong to an "organization who oversees" us, etc., etc. ad nauseum.

She finally put some man on the phone. He was much calmer about it, until I kept challenging him with facts. He finally said This is the first time we've ever had a situation where a parent wanted to sign the form.

So what? It's not my problem, buddy! He proceeded to tell me that other homeschoolers had the test proctors sign. To which I replied But we are not required to have our children tested. That's a purely voluntary thing.

Oh, oh...well, yes, I know....*mumble, mumble*..... .....but don't they [THEY?!? gah!] have to take a test to graduate?

No.

Well, don't they still have to test to get into college???

Yes, of course.

Well, when he takes that, you can get the test giver to sign your form.

WHA?!?!?! That's ridiculous! The form is stating that he has good grades and such. All the test proctor does is TEST. I don't see how that makes them qualitfied to sign the form??

GAH!

Finally, he copped out and said it wasn't them...it was the insurance company (they represent many companies) who wouldn't accept my signature.

Ahhh, of course it is.....

So, since we got an offer from another company recently, I've been told to call them and check on their prices and policy concerning homeschool students.

*sptooey!*

I spit on all insurance! *spit, spit, spit!*

(I'll be back...need some water....) *grumble, grumble*

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I'm so mad! I just opened a letter from our auto insurance stating:

That's it!!! No sorry. No, maybe I'm not understanding this. NOTHING!!

GARRRR! That just irks me hugely!

We filled out that good grade discount form jiggy. Of course, I signed it, like I always do with the title "teacher/advisor", which is what I am. And here I get this crapola back?!!?

RAAAAAAARRR!!!! I know for a fact that other companies in town have taken forms signed by parents. And besides that, we don't belong to any "organization" nor are we required by law to belong to one!! ARGH! The nerve of people!!!

I've been hunting around on the internet for something, SOMETHING that says No private or parochial school shall be compelled to join any organization or be required to obtain a signature from one. So there.

But so far, nothing. Sheesh!! Linda? Do you know of anything sorta-kinda like that? I've searched everything I can think of! I'm going crosseyed!

This is totally and wholly unfair and I'm not going to just take it. But I'm torn between just putting any ol' body's name on there, or letting some friend or stranger sign it...or slamming them with a ton of info....if I could FIND enough info. I was hoping to hit a goldmine of legal jargon I could go through with a bright neon yellow highlighter and mail them in a big manilla envelope. Ha!

So....c'mon, people. Can ya help me out?

Here are the facts about homeschooling in my state....

Children between ages of 6 & 16 must be "in school", must be taught in English, and be taught these core subjects: reading, writing, spelling, grammar, history, mathematics and civics. We are required only to inform the local school board each year that we will be teach our children at home, their ages and names. The school year must be minimum of 185 days (175 instruction + 10 off days), for a total of 1050 hours of instruction per year. We have to keep attendence records (I know, kinda weird) and 'scholarship' (grade) reports, to be kept in any manner we choose. The Dir. of Pupil Purse-on-el has authority to investigate any cases of violation of compulsary attendance laws, but "purpose for visiting a home school is to ensure that the requirements of compulsory attendance are being met and not to determine the quality of the instruction. This inspection of school records may be conducted in a neutral site rather than in the home."

So...how can they tell me that I have to have a signature from some organization that I'm not required to belong to?

HELP ME???!?!?? Pwease??

If you find something helpful, please email me. THANK YOU!!!

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Recently I was apprised of an upcoming situation. My parents mentioned about three months ago "maybe" taking the boys to W@shington-DeeCee for "Corey's graduation gift". I'm not sure how he feels about his gift including his little brother AND a week or so with his Nana and Pap (LOL!) but anyhow, he's thrilled about getting to go back. He spent ONE day there a couple years ago when he went with the church for the Supr3m3 C0u4t hearing re: T3N C0mm@ndm3nts.

Anyhow, since my FIL, who also works for my dad, has to serve j\/ry duty next week, they've decided to take off! Sheesh! Why don't you warn a woman!?

So Tommy and I are gonna get a practice run at the Empty Nest thing. I guess. I mean. Well, I'm not sure we CAN in one week. Not with the shape our marriage is in lately anyhow.

There's just not a lot of closeness. There wasn't much anyway, and now he works more than ever and is so stressed all the time, constantly getting calls from work, etc. Blah! At least he's finally starting to see that and is finally talking about it some. But for Tommy to talk and DO something, that's two entirely different things.

Anyhow, I got this little forward in my email today. It was kinda cute. And kinda not.

I'm sure most all of you have seen the W0m3n's Rul3s email where it lays down the rules from the women to the men...y'know. There's always the one about the toilet seat and talking to us more, yadda yadda. I have always related to most all of those and found them pretty funny. Not really so much "male bashing". I don't have it "on me" to look at right now, but I never really found any of them to be offensive. Of course, I AM a female and maybe it's impossible for me to take offense at any list of rules made by women for men. *shrugs* ?? I dunno, but I am able to discern when things are unfair or in bad taste, whether they are by a man or a woman.

Okay, so I got this thing in my inbox which of course is a retaliation for the Gal's rules. I got to looking around on the 'net for it and see that the email wasn't an original as I'd first thought, but it's been circulating for awhile.

But there were several things on that list that just irked me, just really got under my skin in a big way. Really BAD.

So here is my rebuttal. Take it for what it is...whatever it is. The internal cries of a woman facing the old 3mpty nest syndrome fearing a life of emptyness with a husband who has nothing in common with her. The rantings of a mostly insane gal who is not amused by the spoiled-bratty rules typed up by some pathetically immature man who wishes his mommy looked like the chicks in his girlie mags but would still make him chocolate milk when he whines and giggle when he farts.

Here: (and my apologies to all the very nice menfolk who visit here and who I KNOW are not at ALL like the idiots who would Amen the following...)

The Guys' Rules­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­
At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down Finally , the guys' side of the story. (I must admit, it's pretty good.)
We always hear "the rules" From the female side.
Now here are the rules from the male side. These are our rules!
Please note.. these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!

ARGH!!!

Have I mentioned the concerns I have about Sis's choice here? I think I have. Instead of getting less as the time approaches, they are getting MORE.

I swear, I may just have to strangulate the said person who is not being mentioned here before this is over...or shortly thereafter.

ARGH!

In other news, I think this new chiro feller is helping. His name is Dr. O for future reference. This is the first day I haven't had an episode of big-time headache for at least some period of time during the day. 'Course the day's not over yet, I realize, but usually, if I'm gonna have one, right now is prime time.

I'm sleeping lots better and believe it or not? The neck pain is quite a bit less today. I'm beginning to be a believer, Claire! ;) I have to go back to see him in the morning, right after Corey's hair cut (hallelujah and praise be to God!) then hopefully I'll feel like dashing into The W-place to try and find a more colorful, springy tie for Corey.

He doesn't like the red/denim-blue paisly one I got for him to go w/the navy slacks and sapphire blue dress shirt he's wearing. The only other option we had, after the rather loud red-white-AND-blue tie, was a solid black one....which, yes, may be more suitible, considering my inclination toward screaming "DON'T DO IT!!! DOOON'T DOOO IIIIIIIIITTTT!!!" and my totally innocent and involuntary episodes of referring to it not as a wedding but a FUNERAL, but alas....my mother would pass plum away.

*sigh*

Tomorrow, other than helping Mom do some veggie washing and stuff like that...and hopefully not a lot of other stuff that she's not told me about!!! I need to make two chocolate sheet cakes for the big giant naked fudge cake.

Yep. Naked fudge cake. That's how he ordered it, my strange odd son. He wants a fudge cake ..... WITH NO FUDGE ON IT!!!

He gets that kinda nonsense from his father, let me assure you. My fudge cakes are NOT naked. I'm going to allow it to remain naked long enough for him to blow out his candles, get his weird naked piece and THEN the FUDGE is gonna flow!!!

Sheesh! Who ever heard of fudge cake without fudge?!?! Silly boy.

I've just about got all this wedding crap outta my hair. Took me forever to get those name 'plates' written for the 'in memory' candles. Those things made me a nervous wreck. Gah!

Right now, I need to deliver this huge banner jiggy that goes on that flashy sign outside, the two gifts I got Sis, the "wedding" book I finally got fixed (believe it or not, it's a $1 book Mom got to use as a memories dealie...I added pages with lines and titles such as "Wedding Guests" and "Shower Gifts") That thing was a pain and a half to get the stupid ribbon back in (duh, it was bound with gauzy, see-thru ribbon)...and yeah, I had to trim all the fraggles off the edges!! (that's what they're CALLED! don't ya'll know nuthin'!??) And some other stuff...

Oh, and it wasn't at all hard to tell Sis why I thought the James not B0nd song wasn't appropriate. She didn't really think it was either, apparently. Then I just came out and asked her if it was his idea. Yeah.

Why am I not surprised?

Aw, well he just liked it cause it said all that beautiful crap, and of course that made her go weak in the knees. *sigh* So I pulled out my CD of Pachelbel's Guitar & Violin Canon and Gigue in D major. Sounds awful to read, but it's a beautiful piece of music and perfect for an informal wedding march.

Anyhow, she loved it cuz she's always loved guitar music and she was sold from the first few strums. Then Mom tells me this morning that He Who Shall Not Be Mentioned (ARGH!) had made a big stink about it last night and he is pitching a fit for the James not B0nd song. GAH!!

Shame on me for the bad name I'm thinking right now. :(

Anyhow, Sis came up to get that not B CD this afternoon and it didn't register with me til she was already out of the drive what he was going to do....

I'm serious....that No Name Dude is pushing it with me.

*snarl*

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Monday, I spent most of the day with Mom running around looking for stuff for the wedding. We needed some fabrics and such.

I had a really bad headache, but one that would change from minute to minute almost. Like it'd go from a 9 to a 3 without warning then back again in a matter of mere minutes, literally!

There's no rhyme or reason or pattern to these things. The only constants are that cigarette smoke will cause them every time, as will bending over or other strong chemical smells and loud noises.

*sigh*

So when we got home Monday, I was completely wiped out. Mom had found an ad in the paper about a new chiropractor that mentioned migraines. Up until now, any chiros here only dealt with the spine. Nothing in the arms or legs, and not much with the neck even, just the spine.

But this guy uses some different method of chiropractic, according to the ad/article. Anyhow, Mom called and got me an appointment for yesterday.

I was there for an hour just doing history! He asked me every question in the world!

I always like when a doctor is that thorough. He had never heard of Stevens-Johnson Syndrome, though, so I told him to read up on it. It was some nasty, fascinating reading. Sheesh. I mean, I couldn't even explain it to him, ya know?

When I explained to him about my neck and shoulders, about how the stiffness had started well before last November when Dr. M gave me those two painful, yet useless shots and told me I'd sleep all night and be all better, yadda, yadda... (I slept 2 hours, and was NOT all better) he walked aroud the desk to me and felt of my neck and that huge knot between my shoulders and declared, "I've felt rocks softer than that! No wonder you're feeling so awful."

Hmm.

So anyhow, all we had time for was that history, so I am going back today for probably x-rays and maybe a treatment. Oh, Lord, I hope he can give me some relief.

Please pray that he can AND that I can pay for it. (they don't accept M#dic@rE assignments) Poo.

~gentle hugs~

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Shower:::

All went well, considering. The weather was crappy. Wet, mushy and cold. Sleety-snowy stuff. But despite that, the turn-out was very nice.

FBIL's mother showed, despite having sent word indirectly (she always communicates TO Sis indirectly through others) to Sis that she wasn't coming. *sound of foot stomping and arms crossing here*....then it was she WAS coming *same sounds of foot stomping and arms crossing* ....then, a few days later, she was completely bedridden with pneumonia, even though she'd not failed to do all the things she normally does each day....that was the day before the shower....

So then she shows up, the day after being bedridden with pneumonia, she comes hobbin' on into the shower on her cane with "a touch of bronchitis".

*sounds of me gagging here*

Okay, maybe I already had some pretty harsh pre-judgements of the woman, but I honestly believe that even if I'd never heard of or met her before, I'd have come to the same conclusion about her. That she's a very domineering, manipulative and petty woman who was trying her dingdangedest to squelch all that (and failing pretty miserably a few times)....(let's face it, some things you just can't hide) Anyhow, that went okay. The M (as in Monster!) IL behaved fairly well compared to the way she'd behaved to Sis's face several times before. She seemed to take a liking to Mom's sister. The one who got kicked in the head by a horse when she was a little girl.

*rolls eyes*

That's the story about Aunt Lil. She's a lunatic, that one. She's 70+, but you'd probably guess her to be around 50. She usually wears really fancy, dark colors with shiny accents. Or her hair in a bandana with old loafers with the heels worn down from where she's walked on them so much...those and her clothes will be spattered with paint. She makes flower arranagements and paints things. Walls mostly, or pots or wooden cut outs when she can get the man across the road to cut some for her. She can be downright embarrassing at times....even to ME! And she'll laugh WAY too loud and you never know when she'll bust out singing something like Little Liza Jane or such.

I have no clue why the M (you know) IL liked her, but it kept her from griping and so it was good. Maybe Aunt Li'l was just "on" for impressing that evening. Who knows? She must have done a good job. Thing is now that probably every time M (mm-hmm) IL is around us, I bet she asks where Aunt Li'l is!! ROFL!

Ah, well. Sis got a lot of good stuff, stuff on her list and so she was really pleased.

Mom didn't die from it, so I was pleased.

I did have my suspicions confirmed about Sis's pal and bride's maid, though. I had only met her in passing a couple of times. She just struck me as a rough ol' broad who was pretty immature and a bit spoiled. The woman is 42 years old and still lives with her elderly parents. I don't think it's so much that she takes care of them, either, although she does obviously take them places and pick up the groceries and such. But I believe it's just easier for everyone for her to live there. She was bragging about how she really didn't have to work (she quit her job at huge corporate World Marketplace discount type store many months ago and hasn't worked since) because the only payment she has is her car....*laughing* "Mom pays my cellphone bill now." Gah!

So anyhow, Mom had her come a little early to the shower since her name was on the invites as hostess (with mine and hers) so she could help with some last minute things... she was about as much help as a 5yo kid who'd skipped a few doses of R@t@lin!!! Gah! And she's got a pretty raunchy mouth on her when she gets carried away or thinks no one is listening. Then again, she did let loose with a very loud "HOLY SH*T" right in front of a friend's 12yo daughter and Corey. Corey's one thing (bad enough, believe me) but Savanah??? Gah! Made me REALLY ANGRY!

Anyhow....*sigh* I will be glad when this thing is over. It's turning into a thing all about "them" as in Sis's work buddies and we, her family, are going to work our guts out. I hate it for Mommy. She should be able to enjoy this.

*sigh*

Okay...next topic----Doctor visits:::

Wednesday Dr. K:::

I'm not sure I should tell the entire Internet this, but here I go....

Okay...I set my phone to remind me an hour ahead about the appointment. I was so tired I could barely hold my head up. I hadn't got anything done around the house and was really fed up with myself. My head was hurting, just as it had for days, every single day. So, I got ready and then, since it was about 40 mins til, and I was still tired, I really don't remember deciding to do it, I never normally lay in this position...never, ever, actually....but when I woke up to find it was a full 20 minutes PAST my appointment time, I was face down on the bed with my legs hanging off the end. The back of my hair was wet underneath so I knew I'd been low, but all I had in mind was getting to that doctor.

So, I grabbed a handful of peppermints and headed out. I had enough sense to put on my seatbelt. I headed down the parkway not having much trouble at all driving, but figuring out where I was suppose to go?? That was another thing entirely.

I made a right turn and headed toward Linda's. !!! About a half mile down the road (way far from Linda's) I realized this was stupid and I pulled over, got turned around and on a really hard stretch of road to cross, I made it across and was on my way back to the intersection. The whole time, I'm popping peppermints into my mouth and chewing them up. This time I went the right way and walked into the doc's office a full 40 minutes late. !!! Now, I'm often late for things....I'll admit that. But NEVER, EVER am I THAT LATE!!!!!!!!!

No one in the waiting room, but the lady was at the window. She never said anything except "Hi" and dug the sheet out of a file, put it back on the clip board and handed it to me to sign.

In just a sec, Doc stuck his head out and called my name. Hmmm...odd. When I got back there, I saw that all the lights were off in all the exam rooms. No nurses back there at all. OH GEEZ!!!!!

He said something about being lucky to have caught him. I started apologizing all over the place. He says no, that's alright, he was actually doing some paperwork. (butthead) He mentioned saying to the receptionist that it was odd for me not to be there. I said, yeah. He asks if I got hung up?

Um no. Actually my sugar went low and I fell asleep! I dunno if he didn't hear the "sugar went low" part or he just didn't GET it, but he asked if I'd had a good nap!!! SheesH! Anyhow, I told him the headaches were worse, almost constant and sound was becoming my worst enemy. I told him I thought I'd expericened dry mouth when I'd had high blood sugars, and I HAD, but nothing like this. NOTHING like the dry, pasty, sticky mouth I get from these meds (apparently the T-pom@x) I told him it was no wonder I didn't want to eat with that kinda sensation and taste in my mouth all the time. It's truly awful!!

Anyhow, he doubled my T-pom@x dose up to 100mgs, which he assured me (and I've now researched) is a lower dose. I hope it starts helping, but since I've taken it for three nights now and am still getting the headaches the same, I don't hold out much hope for this dosage. The other times (first dose, then first time he doubled it) it helped immediately. I dunno. Maybe they're getting worse? Lord, I hope not.

So, I head straight to the pharmacy, spend about 20 minutes there (some confusion about a refill I'd called in), then I head home. I'd been gone approximately an hour and had eaten about 6 or 7 peppermints during that time. I check my sugar...it was 61. (70 is considered "too low") There's no telling how low was when I took off in the first place. Thank God for His protection!

Anyhow...we'll see. I go to the E-N-T on April 26. Maybe they'll have some answers for the ringing. And maybe they'll give me some concrete proof of how sensitive my ears are (at times) to sound. ?? maybe? *sigh*

I think a diagram of my brain might look like this: don't you?

Friday Dr. G:::

Corey drove me to Le*ing+0n to see the endo. I'm SO thankful that he could. That he had the experience of driving on interstate and in Lex. Why? Because frankly, there was no way I could have driven at all yesterday. Tommy could've gone, but his job is demanding more and more of his time. And he has yet to see one dime in compensation for all the extra responsibility he's taken on because they "pay you too much already" I wish he'd tell thim he's leaving. He has to find a job that will pay more. I bet they'd suddenly be able to give him the raise he deserves.

ANYHOW....Mom was gonna go, but she's just SO TIRED!! She's painting Sis's bedroom today before they start moving a bigger bed in there. *giggle, gasp* Gah. I went down earlier to try and help her, but had to leave to check on the boys up here.

So Corey drove me. I could have slept the whole way up, the whole time there, and the whole way back....except I kept gasping awake thinking Ack! Something might happen and everyone would ask what it was, and I'd have to say "I don't know! I was sleeping!" and they'll never give me any peace about it ever again!" WAH! So, I'd doze, and panic, doze and panic all the way there. Even though Corey did an excellent job. He is a really very good driver. *beaming* But boy, was I really, REALLY beat!

Today, the boys have been out taking advantage of the beautiful weather. I've been trying to help Mom with the painting. Right now, I'm going to go fix the male personages some frozen pizzages or something....and see if I can get them to eat this cake...

Hey, that's what the kid ordered. He loves Peeps!

Another thing I got done this week were these:::

I think these are the prettiest invitations!

Here's the inside:::

Wha? Just in case I might need 'em sometime. That's all....

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Okay, okay....first? Didja know today is the first day of spring?

Here's what it looked like at my house:

Second? After doing so wonderfully splendidly well coping with my first-born son getting his driver's license last week ... (REALLY!), today, he went and signed papers on this:

I Am Serious!!!!!!!!!!!!! It looks almost exactly like this. The paint is this sharp (& this color). It has damage to driver's side where it's met up with a guard rail and will need a new door and front wheel. The rest is minor body work. The insides are almost pristine. Leather with all the goodies. The two front seats need some leather dye to bring them back to life (that soft leather shows wear WAY quick!!!) and the V8 engine runs like a dream! Anywhere they've looked for this model car it has run in the area of DOUBLE what the guy wants for it. With approximately $500 in repairs, it would easily sell for double if Corey chose to do that. But the boy's in love.

*sigh*

I know, I know. A SPORTS CAR!!!!! But isn't a Must@ng every boys' dream? (around here it sure is)

We've never been able to help Corey get most of what he has in his young life, and he likes to get the best quality and will shop, research and compare for a long time before making a purchase. He's a wise buyer. I've been worried about what replacing the Intrepld with one of these babies would do to the cost of insurance, but it doesn't change it at all!!! Who knew?!?! Corey was able, by borrowing $200 from his grandfather (T's dad) and getting the $500 T got from selling his old Jeep (we're giving him that money as a gift) and adding that to what he had saved up, to get together half of the original price the guy was asking. We were hoping and praying he would allow Corey to take at least 3 months to pay the rest. Amazingly he was, but he wanted an additional $400. *sigh* Not too bad, really. So, Corey signed the paper and is going to start working full time for my dad til he gets it paid off.

They (Corey and Tommy) started this here dealie Saturday night. Saturday night. Sunday afternoon at 2pm, Tommy had to leave for a two-day continuing education thing in western Kentucky. So guess who's been doing all these deals all by ourselves. The car's from a "buildable wrecks" lot, so they can get gone before you turn around.

Which means....we've been driving around in some slickery snow today!!! I mean, COREY'S been driving in it and I've been riding with him.

Third? He did really well for his first time really driving in bad snowy weather, but we almost had a wreck....TWICE!

Sheesh! Neither time was his fault, by the way! Once, we almost slid right off a steep hill trying to avoid the mess of schools letting out early.

The second time? Gah!! We were like two miles from the house at a stop sign. The stop sign is right in a curve of the road we were turning onto. I was telling Corey he should take the Explorer out of 4WD, so I had him put it in neutral and let it roll backwards a bit before putting it in park...next thing we knew, this idiot who was smoking AND on a cell phone slides right off the road missing the curve completely and ends up sitting right where we'd just been....and I mean just mere inches away.

*pant, gasp, holding heart*

Scared the berjeebers right outta us both! God is WAY WAAAAY good!!!! :)

Oh...and here's a quick pic of the dawgies...

Chubby's doing lots better and is getting acclimated to not being the doormat all the time. He's getting pretty rotten about coming inside, though. *sigh* We're gonna have a tough time teaching him to stop coming in without an invitation!

As you can see, he and Tucker are getting along better. Actually, here they're both looking for stray crumbs from a bone-bone fest. LOL! Poor Chubs. He has this tongue-in-nose disorder. Every time I've snapped a shot of him, his tongue's been right up there just like this. It has to be some sort of syndrome. I mean, we see him all the time without his tongue in his nose. But snap the camera, and voila! there that sucker is....right up his schnozola! What gives?!?!!?

I dunno.

One more thing...you probably can't tell from this angle, but Chub is completely black from his nose alll the way past the corners of his mouth. From there, it kinda flairs and disburses a little. A friend of mine said he looks like something's blown up in his face, like on the cartoons, and he's still surprised about it.

ROFLOL! That is SO accurate!! Poor little huggable Chubsy. ;)

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Well, I made it. I didn't roll around in the parking lot crying and kicking while Corey took (and passed!) his driver's test on Monday. I was calm when he went in to get his picture taken. I was cool while he drove us around for the rest of the errands we had to do...namely check insurance prices and options. *whew*

Doin' good, right?! Right!

Yesterday, I went to see Doc K again. He's setting an appointment for me to see an Ear, Nose & Throat doc. I guess that's good since surely a specialist will be better equipped to deal with this tinnitus thing. Aside from checking on how the new anti-depressants were doing, he put me on Ske|@xin for the constant muscle spasms in my neck and shoulders. I can already tell it's helping. Praise the Lord for that! WOO! He also put me on Top@m@x for the headaches.

I haven't had time to research these new ones yet, although I do know a bit about how the S works. My sis takes that often (fibromyalgia) and she has taken the T as well...I don't know if she's still using that or not, though. Anyhow, I don't quite understand how the T is supposed to work because he has me taking one at night for a week, then two at night til...? Next time I see him, I guess.

After having about three days with barely any problem from the nasty headaches, they came back as vile as ever. *sigh* It hasn't been constant, but definitely multiple times a day. Gah.

Anyhoo...so today. Today I lived through my New Driver going on a grocery run for me. He also stopped at a place where he'd put in an application to find out if they were going to be hiring or not. He called to tell me he'd be putting in at W@lm@rt, but when he got there, their application machine was broken (duh...when it's sitting out where every little kid or malicious teen has access to it??!) so he didn't do that. So, they didn't have ANY ice cream at The W except for the outrageously expensive kind, so he made another stop at the little grocery near the house and picked that up there.

It's hard to describe the feeling of seeing him come up the drive all by himself, even though he's done it a million times after trips to my mom's and back. Just knowing he'd been in The Belly of The Beast, right in the middle of downtown traffic....during Spring Break!! (why did noone tell me it was spring break?!? I never know this stuff!) Well, obviously, I was relieved, proud, melancholy and a bit frightened.

By the way...now he's gone over to his buddy's house. *sigh* I dunno if I'm gonna like this New Driver thing or not.

One thing's for sure....I surely don't like the insurance bill we'll be getting. OUCH!!!! But at least It didn't kill me.....yet.

Posted by subject G~ at 02:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (12) | TrackBacks (0)

Okay. I'm still alive, sorta, so I shouldn't be complaining too much.

Had major problems with my site, obviously. All because one of the three domains on my account hadn't been paid. I dunno what happened because two of them come out automatically with P@yP@l. How was I to know?!?!

I had gotten NO notice of the problem, nothing. Just those nasty suspended and unavailable messages!!

Grrr. Then there was this one good thing. At least some folks think it's good....Corey got his driver's license today.

He aced it, of course. I'm really proud of him and glad for him to have it over with. That just leaves me to now endure the worrying every time he leaves the house!

Well, that is AFTER all the blasted insurance crap is sorted out. We're transfering Tommy's old pickup over to his dad and then having to add Corey to the policy....YE--OW--CH! Lordy, what a beatin' we're gonna take on this!! Even with him as a secondary driver. Hmph!

Anyhows, so now we're rushing around trying to figure out where's the cheapest place to get the insurance. We have auto insurance at one place and homeowner's at another. Why? Well, we got the auto where we did because it was cheaper, but then when we needed to get homeowner's, one of the owners was really just a jerk about it. I mean like he told me he couldn't do anything for us and would have to put us on some kind of special policy that would cost about $700 MORE because we'd let it expire (long painful story there...just don't ask)

So this other place, we've done business with before and they got us BACK up with a policy at a very reasonable price. We're just not sure if they can match the auto premiums or not. It's possible, but we won't know for a bit.

For some unknown reason, this state doesn't send out invites to the young driver's course for about 3 months after they've gotten their license!!! That's about the dumbest thing I ever heard!!

That means we'll have to wait that long to get the letter and then go to the four hour course which can get you even more insurance discounts. However, they are now fussing about this practice since apparently one of the high schools has a driver's ed course and the other doesn't. Seems the kids and/or their parents who are taking a 9weeks' course in driver's ed don't think that's fair. *sheesh!!*

I get sick of all this school board crap. If they make it so that the Saturday course is no longer honored by insurance companies, I'm going to find me a bunch of other homeschoolers to demand that they allow us to get into the driver's ed classes. We'll see how they like that!! (they wouldn't believe me... the school system here wants nothing to do with homeschoolers except sign your kids up on Ti+|e 1 for delayed learning children or whatever it is and invite you to spelling bees. Gah!

On top of that?? I canNOT find our vehicle titles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You can't imagine how MAD I am about this!!! I've kept them for YEARS in a file folder in the file drawer in the kitchen. But now? It's nowhere to be found. I have NO CLUE WHATSOEVER as to what might have happened to it. No idea where to else to look. No options are opening other than tearing the house apart and praying to God that it didn't accidentally end up in the trash.

*WHIMPER*

*MOOOAN*

*WAAAAIL*

And ice cream on the cake? I have been stiff as a board all day and it's just getting worse. It's drizzled rain all day and my joints are screaming for mercy. I even took an extra dose of Ce|ebReX today and can't tell it's done a single thing.

Okay, so to close with something very positive, despite all my crying and growling? Yesterday, we missed church again. Seems we really all tend to catch up on sleep on Sundays and are getting pretty good (bad?!?) about waking up around 11am or later!

Anyhow, so we watched our favorite preacher on TV and the Holy Spirit just got on my so heavy!!! The sermon was great, but I can't tell you what it was primarily about right now. I just cried and prayed through the whole thing. Corey had gone to help Dad do a repair at the local big-chain dairy while the lines were shut down, so it was just me, Tommy and Casey.

I just asked forgivness for all the failures I've orchestrated, for getting so far away from God and letting our family get into such a shape. I just made Tommy answer my questions about what we're going to do to rectify the situation. I'd mentioned it casually several times, and he'd never done anything but agree with me that something needed to be done.

Between the three of us, and later with Corey, too, we decided we were going to have a family prayer and devotional time in the mornings. Of course, that alone will require major changes in our usual quasi-routine. But change is good, right? ;)

All I know is I'm hopeful....just right now? I hope it stops being whatever kinda weather this is that makes me wanna curl up and die.

I really hurt, people!!!

If you think of it...will you pray that #1 - we continue with the prayer time...that Tommy will get a desire for it for Its own sake and #2 - that I can find those +itles!!!!! Wah!

Thank you!

~gentle, whimpery hugs~

Posted by subject G~ at 05:25 PM | Permalink | Comments (12) | TrackBacks (0)

But not necessarily a good image inducement. Um. No.

However, when you are the sole female in a houseful of males, you tend to eventually pick up on their crude and nasty language usages.

Yup. Sheesh.

The other day, one of my guys, who shall remain nameless, came up with a new one. CrackMuffin

Don't ask me, okay?

There was also this time, probably 6 or 8 years ago when Poop-Obssessed Child had hopped out of the car to get the mail from the box. When he came back, his sibling had taken his shotgun position in the car. He stretched his neck so as to speak over the partially down window and struggled and stuttered for words.

It went something like: "You...you....you.....NUGGET BUTT!"

As he stomped around to get in the back seat, said sibling and I just kinda looked at each other in dumbfoundation and I said, "Well, I guess that's better than being called a...

The simple fact is, I have a child who is just gleeful over any use of the word poop and will replace the most unlikely words in songs with it.

Like Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Poop Up to be Cowboys and Don't Poop My Heart, My Poopy Breaky Heart... You get the idea, no?

*sigh*

So, now you may understand a bit better why I so desperately need my new jacket...

And why sometimes I say things that sound like some pesty little third grade boy.

We remember these bozos from elementary school, don't we girls??

So, I'll just say it.......aww..

There ya have it. I have mentioned, repeatedly, the word "POOP", for no reason at all, and not only that, I've posted P I C T U R E S O F P O O P!!! right here, right on the whole entire internet. See?

*gasp!* EEEeeeewwww.....

*shrugs* Hey. Poop happens!