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January 13, 2007

whatever...

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!

December 14, 2006

dancing with the dragon

migraine1
the dragon. it's back.
with a vengance.

migraine2
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.

migraine4
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.

migraine3a
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!

migraine5
*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!!!!!!!!!

December 08, 2006

i'm fed up with you, walmart!

[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 ---- ]



i'm sorry folks, but i just can't stand this garbage any more. i mean, i've been boycotting walmart personally for over two months now and not saying much about their low affiliations, but i'm just sick to death of this crap!

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! :)

November 10, 2006

redundance & rage

blognotebook

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

attention reader(s)
i X (hate) g'ment entities who put u thru heck
i'm sick trying 2 clean g'mnt's mess
'n jump thru g'ment hoops over 'n over
b/c they make assumptions
which screwup your entire life
i now have 39u insulin in p(u)mp-i use>than that/day
'n have no more -emerg. vial enroute
b/c ykw screw'd shpmnts b/c nonpd claims
if emerg. pkg fails-g buy$ in$ulin oop.
all (this) fr (since) sept-now g'ment want g 2 file dispute?
ARGH!!! if any1 misses me -check bellvue.

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.

screamingmad_woman

sick, sick, sick.

July 08, 2006

stewing something over...

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:

"The most important thing I can tell you is Always wear a condom."

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~

June 28, 2006

my mother makes me do it...

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...

PSP of new kitchen deco??? !!!!

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...

June 17, 2006

just a little nap...

...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!

June 12, 2006

where DOES the time go?

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~~

May 16, 2006

um...excuse me?

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.

May 11, 2006

insurance crud, pt II

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*

May 06, 2006

argh!!!!

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

[quoth] For a home schooled student, we need the representative of the home schooling organization to sign the form. The credit will not apply. [unquotheth]

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!!!

April 27, 2006

got you under my skin...

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!

1. Men ARE not mind readers.
Granted, some women tend to want men to read their minds, however, Men COULD try a bit of sensitivity. that would be a very good and totally acceptable substitute for mind reading.

1. Learn to work the toilet seat.
You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.
We need it up, you need it down.
You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.

Okay...there is a reason for the lid on the seat. It's so we all don't have to look in the toilet all the time...or so the kids don't play in the potty...or the dog doesn't drink out of it...or things don't fall into it (like your car/hunting/golfing/gaming magazines?).

You're a man (or Big Boy?), you should be able to reason these things out for yourself. It's a mechanical thing, it's there for A REASON. Put the seat down AND CLOSE THE LID.

Thank you.

1. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon
or the changing of the tides.
Let it be.

Actually, Moon phases and Tide changes are nothing like sports. Those are things God made and things that have True and Recognizable Seasons. Sports are CONSTANT. You CAN be entirely ridiculous about them. Moderation in all things.

1. Shopping is NOT a sport.
And no, we are never going to think of it that way.

I agree. How about that?!

1. Crying is blackmail.
Not always. The sensitivity comes in here again. Use your head for something besides storing sports scores or opening season dates, okay? Think outside yourself for a minute or two and find out the reason for the tears. You're a big boy. I'm sure you could figure it out....

IF YOU WANTED TO.

And if you're with a girl (because WOMEN aren't petty enough to use "blackmail") who's vain enough to cry you into submission, then maybe you're shopping in the wrong store?

1. Ask for what you want.
Let us be clear on this one:
Subtle hints do not work!
Strong hints do not work!
Obvious hints do not work!
Just say it!

Okay, this one is 50:50. Sometimes, yes, it is best to just spit it out, which is usually hard for a woman. Other times, there are things a man should KNOW. Like when it's your anniversary, or when it's her birthday. Grow a brain, how about it? We are NOT your external brains, PDA's, reminder services, mommys, etc. Got it?.

1. Yes and No are perfectly Acceptable answers to almost every question.
Agreed. And "I forgot" is almost never.

1. Come to us with a problem only If you want help solving it. That's what we do.
Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

DISAGREE.
If a husband can't give his wife sympathy, what good is he? If a wife can't turn FIRST to her husband with ANY problem, then he isn't being a good husband. Period.

1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem . See a doctor.
Most definitely. It's probably a too-mah. You should probably go along with her. Chances are, you're the carrier.

1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.
In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.

Nope. If you say it, you'd better mean it. Otherwise, keep your mouth shut. There's not much that makes us angrier than when you say something you don't intend to follow through with (or you conveniently forget about). A MAN should mean what he says. Boys say things they can't back up.

So which one are YOU?

1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't Expect us to act like soap opera guys.
Well, I for one have no use for soap opera guys OR victoria secret girls. so that's settled.

1. If you think you're fat, you probably are.
Don't ask us.

I wouldn't dream of it. But if you're thoughtless and heartless enough to tell me I'm fat or hint at it, then you don't deserve a woman anyway.

You need a dog instead. One that farts and slobbers at least as much as you do.
.
1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one .
Your new word for the day: SENSITIVITY.

1. You can either ask us to do something
Or tell us how you want it done.
Not both.
If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.

Wow. Now let's hold a mirror up, boys, and say that. Works both ways, fellas.

1. Whenever possible , Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.
And we always thought it was just the children who needed limits set on their TV time. Of course, we were naive enough to think we were dating adults too...(some of us, thankfully, were!)

1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.
Obviously, you guys haven't been watching the History Channel, huh? Mr. Columbus DID need directions since he thought he was in Asia instead of The Carribean Islands his first time out.

Hit the "OFF" button, put down the remote AND READ something that doesn't have bendy covers!

1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.
Peach, for example, is a fruit, not! A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.

Everyone knows most men are color blind. At least THIS woman has and will NEVER send a man to make any purchases involving colors.

1. If it itches, it will Be scratched.
We do that.

It is the hope of civilized women AND men everywhere that at least you might have enough self-control and dignity to do your scratching in private and not in public as if it is yet some other spectator sport you compete in.

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing's wrong.
We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.

If we say nothing is wrong, it's because it's too much hassle to attempt to use small words to communicate with you again. We know you'd rather blurt out a hurried "I'm sorry" so you can get us off your back, so why bother? We know you don't give a crap anyway, but learning to live with it (if we're opposed to divorce or have too little self-image to leave you) takes a long time.

1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you don't want to hear.
Good. Then don't expect to hear that you look like a fine manly-man in your sweat-stained t-shirt, ripped baggy sweats and we want you bad with your unshaven face and unwashed pits and your unchanged tightie-yellowies that reek and the comb-over look just makes us wanna get nasty right there in the basement beside the mini-beer-fridge and TV set while M*nster G@r@g3 is on, uhkay?

1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear Is fine... Really.
See above. Oh, and don't ever EVER say "Find me somethin' to wear right quick, honey."

1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation,
or golf.

So, you mean "Never ask us anything or expect to have a conversation with us unless we are *in da mooood*." Right?

1. You have enough clothes.
According to who? You? And you know about my clothes how??

1. You have too many shoes.
How would you know? Have you looked at my shoes? For that matter, have you ever looked at my feet?

1. I am in shape Round IS a shape!
Therefore, I am in shape also. Stop your bitching.

1. Thank you for reading this.
Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight;
But did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping.

Good thing.

Very, very, VERY good thing.

April 12, 2006

i might have to just go ahead and slap someone

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*

April 05, 2006

'nother doc...

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~

April 01, 2006

showers, docs & other catchings-up (or is that catch-uppings?)

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!


So the endo said I need to stop having those lows since they're so hard to detect with me in such tight control of my sugars. He lowered my basal rates and upped my carb to insulin ratio. That should take care of the daily low spells. Thank the Lord! He also sent me down to the lab to check my TSH levels. *sigh* That's why it took us longer to get home.

Casey had planned to have two pals over for his early birthday party. They were suppsed to come around 6:30pm. We didn't get home til about 6:45 or so. Tommy was supposed to have been here, but he got one of those handy-dandy side jobs, and was gone. So one kid was here alone with Casey when we got here!!! Sheesh! Those are some trusting parents, huh! They were fine, but it just shocked me and made me feel bad since these people had to come from the next town. *sigh*

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!

Or maybe, love his heart, he knew he wasn't gonna get much outta Mama in the way of cake decoration this year, so he requested this? It was supposed to be a sheet cake, but Mom baked it while I was sleeping. So...them Peep's is a-might crowded and kinda...well, sitting all over Casey there, but I guess it'll do.

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


I think these are the prettiest invitations!

Here's the inside:::


This didn't take such a good pic, but still, for print-'em-yourself invites (plus, we got 'em ON SALE!) these are really gorgeous!! This is going to be just a really small wedding, but an invitation is like a keepsake, so we got these. I'm thinking about getting some more.

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

March 20, 2006

triple whammy!

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

Here's what it looked like at my house:


Biggest snow of the winter = First day of spring. It figures.

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. ;)

March 15, 2006

it didn't kill me (but it might yet)

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.

March 13, 2006

the nasty, rotten, yucky, stinkin', no good day!

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~

March 07, 2006

"buttload" IS a word at my house

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...


(I think I've decided on the red one, like Michele suggested, and I'm getting the purple one for when I go out on the town. I ordered it in silk!!)

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!

March 06, 2006

lost: my mind - - watch where you step

Yep. Still have dead-brain syndrome. Just kinda stumbling through my days it seems.

Although, I have to say today, at least so far, I've felt better than I have in quite awhile. Thank God for that!! Yes I do!

And y'know what? While I sit here and fiddle the hours away, I somehow feel "okay"....and yet very NOT okay, too. It's just a very strange feeling and I can't express what it's really like.

Then when I look around me at what I need and have to do, I just kinda lose it.

ALL the piles of paper to deal with!!!!!! (see? SIX exclamation points! it's BAD!) I did get all the '05 t@x stuff gathered up, PTL!-- but there are just TONS of papers, etc. piled up on the kitchen desk and a basketful on the bar and now they've spilled over onto the bar and ...well, they're just out of control. It makes me nuts when I think about going through all that stuff because I tend to be lots more hesitant or maybe "worried" is the better word...about making the decision to toss or keep, and if I keep it WHERE do I put it?!?!?

Gah.

So anyhow...in the meantime I've been shopping around for a nice jacket....

...to wear when I go on vacation. I found a wonderful place that sounds just right for me....

...right next door is a very cool gathering spot for folks like me. It's called...


The Nut House

I think til my brain is located....


you knew it was tiny, didn't you?

...I might have to just hang up this li'l sign....


...and say
"be back soon".

*sigh*

But y'know? Sure as I do that, I'll have a whole buttload of stuff to write about.

Sheesh.

March 01, 2006

nonsense with a side of update...

Which Flower are You?

You are a Carnation:You are friendly, energetic, cheerful, and bubbly. You love being around people. Outgoing and talkative, you rarely meet a stranger. Others feel at ease around you because of your playful nature.Symbolism: In Victorian times carnations were given to show fascination with another. They also symbolize friendship and whimsicalness.
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Hmmm...I dunno about this one. I haven't felt "friendly, energetic, cheerful, and bubbly" for ages. Although, when I AM feeling good, I do so enjoy a good laugh/joke-making session.

I also haven't "loved being around people" in quite awhile either. I mean "people" in general, as in "the masses". Crowds bother me more at times, and this has been "times" for a good while now. Certain selected people? Yes, I love being around as long as I'm not in misery. :)

"outgoing and talkative"...MAYbe....but "rarely meet a stranger"??? Um, no. I will talk with people, most often when they start the conversation or in rare instances when I'm feeling better than usual. But other than that, I'm not big on starting conversations with total strangers. Not because I don't like them or am afraid or whatever, but because folks who start "yakking" at you and I mean ENDLESSLY about all sorts of stuff that has nothing at all to do with anything at all....they do make me extremely uncomfortable.

So...um, I'm not sure this one fits me completely. As for the flowers part...I like just about any kinda flower there is, so carnations will do just fine. ;)


Caring

Caring: Your love is caring. You are constantly worrying about the well being of your partner (if you don't have a partner, this will apply when you DO get one,) to the point where you almost mother him/her. You care deeply, and would hate yourself if anything were to happen to your partner. People love the fact that you go out of your way to help others, but don't let this allow them to control you. You only strive for long term relationships, and you excel in relationships that require you to help, or give advice. The world needs more people like you!

Element: Earth

What you look for in love: Someone with a heart, or someone who is troubled.

(Personality) What kind of LOVE are you? (With great pix)
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Huh? Well, MAYBE. I don't LOOK for people who are troubled necessarily, but even in my life's current state/status, I do tend to feel deeply for people facing trials. And I think you can definitely toss out that "mothering" thing. Just ask my hubby!!! He'll set you straight real quick! LOL!

[NOTE: this one's kinda strange, and just fyi, I corrected MULTIPLE grammar/spelling errors in the result]
HASH(0x8b6d004)
You're the happy/hyper angel! You are a very sweet angel, you love sweets especially sugar! You have a very child-like attitude towards life. You always have a smile on your face and you're always perky and happy. You love to hang out with your friends and family, because you have the most fun with them! You also have TONS of friends! Some people think you're a little too happy and they say you're annoying. Just ignore them, 'kay? Just keep being your happy self!
Favorite color: All the colors of the rainbow!!
Favorie animal: Butterflies!
Favorie flowers: Daisies
Favorite sweets: SUGAR!!!
Favorite number: 7
Element: Wind
What angel represents you? (Breathtaking pics, and long results.)
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Um....no. This one is really strange because SOME of the things listed here were specifically asked in the quiz and these are NOT my answers. Weird. Anyhow, I think ya'll can figure out how badly this one missed the mark. But who can resist posting a cutsie angel thingie? Huh?

[NOTE: This one will shock you, folks!!! Brace yourselves.....]
HASH(0x8cf506c)
You aren't Asian at all! (0% Asian)


^How Asian are you?^
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ROFLOL! I am just SO bummed! I thought for SURE I was Asian!! LOL! Never mind that I need two hands to use chopsticks, dislike the anime and while I do have little eyes, they sure don't look anything like Asian at all.
*snap* I can't believe this!! ;)

[NOTE: this one is TOTALLY, SEVERELY and UBELIEVABLY WRONG!!]

You are THE MOST POPULAR GIRL IN SCHOOL!!! You get straight A's, you like shopping and talking on your mobile phone.

Which highschool stereotype are you! (with pics)
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Whoever thunk this'un up musta been suckin' helium balloons too long!! NEVER any straight A's; NEVER a shopper (hated it, matter of fact and still do to this day!); and not EVER EVER in your wildest dreams was I the most popular girl in school!!! I wasn't even in the top 100, for goo'niss sakes!

HASH(0x8ca9cd8)
Spring


What season are you?
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Pretty well on target here. I have favorite things about ALL seasons, so my 'faves' when asked to pick are usually divided between spring and autumn. *sigh*

Have to add this one cuz I saw it over at Linda's.
HASH(0x859e34c)
The Noble Princess

You are just and fair, a perfectionist with a strong sense of proper decorum. You are very attracted to chivalry, ceremony and dignity. For the most part you are rather sensible, but you are also very idealistic.
Role Models: Guinevere, Princess Fiona (of Shrek)
You are most likely to: Get kidnapped by a stray dragon.

What Kind of Princess are You? - Beautiful Artwork (Original Music is BACK!!!)
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Completely on target right down to the "most likely to be kidnapped by a stray dragon" part! Sheesh!

HASH(0x8bd69c8)
Your Spy Type is: Jet-Setter

You're always on the go and like for everything to be fast-paced and exciting. Which is why you took up espionage in the first place. You're a regular Jane Bond.

Your Mission Should You Choose to Accept it: Head to the alps and tackle the evil Dr. Nefarious in his secret lab. Intercept the secret formula and return it to the secret headquarters.

What Kind of Spy are You? (For Hip Chicks)
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Obviously, I've been watching those Alias DVDs too much! LOL!

Okay...now I'm totally bored with quizzes. It seems I've taken all that are even halfway sensible (and obviously, a few that aren't!) Sorry not to have anything more enjoyable to post today. I've been SO busy....

* Got our t@x-es done and transmitted. PTL!
* Got Corey's t@X-es done and sent. YEAH!
* My laundry's unbelievably behind, but I've still been feeling pretty zapped energy-wise. BLECH!
* I'm working on a wedding shower flyer thingie for SIs to put up at work. March 25th and I'm SO not looking forward to all the hub-bub that is shortly to ensue. WAH!
* The wedding's April 15th. Yeah, D-Day and the day before Corey's 17th and almost two weeks after Casey's 13th. Don't I already have enough trauma in that month!?!? URGH!
* Happliy, Sis is doing pretty good re: her health issues. PTL!
* I'm trying hard (& doing fairly well) accepting the fact that she's going to marry this guy. Praying he's good to and for her. PLEASE?!
* Dealing with some possible changes in the household right now. HELP!
* So unorganized and chaotic around here, I'm on the edge of losing it. ARGH!!
* Need desperately to find some focus. PRAY?!!

Okay. There you go. Heh.

~hugs~

February 24, 2006

just shoot me

I'm getting closer. Thing is, I'm not sure exactly what I'm getting closer to....

Completion of a most dreaded task?


Ha! Done!

Or succumbing to the agony of actually doing said task.



Gah!
I'm past this point....


Even past this point....

Well on my way to an even deeper level of this point....

Somehow, this software way of doing this gets a little harder with each year. Probably because the blasted "powers that be" keep changing things, adding stuff and taking stuff out, etc., so forth, ad nauseum.

Blech.

Add in one of those pesky ten - nintey - nine forms and it exponentially increases the difficulty of filing yourself.

And I really like having software, don't get me wrong. It's TONS better than trying to do it all on your own....BUT.....it can get a bit ridiculous. So hard to keep up with what the daggone program is doing..."Where did that number come from?" --- "Why did it send me to this form?" ----- "Didn't I already answer that question?" --- "How come it's printing a blasted BOOK!?!?!" and so on.

Gah.

Anyhow, I finally got one really annoying part done...after crawling around in the attic to find the papers from several years ago. Now it's a matter of feeling confident enough to click that "file" button.

For those of you who don't know, I absolutely loathe the Eye-R-Ess. I never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever want to have to go through the nightmare of dealing with those imbecils ever again!!!!!!

*ahem*

So, there's my day. Whassup wif you?

February 21, 2006

what a difference a day makes...

Boy, do I feel lots better today!!!

Wow! Not that I feel like conquering the world, but this is WAY lots better than the past couple of weeks.

Has the new med and return to brand-name med kicked in this quickly? I doubt it.

Maybe it's just that today was appointed as My Good Day already? Possibly.

Is it just that knowing Doc is fully aware of and concerned about the severity of my struggles with depression? Most likely.

Whatever it is, I'm thankful. I've been headachy today. Sinuses are stopped up tighter than a D0lly Part0n outfit. (sorry Dolly, but...I mean c'mon!) I refilled the sinus med and need to ask Doc about whether I'm supposed to stay on this stuff, or at least how long I'm supposed to, since there are no more refills. Maybe he just didn't write many refills in case it didn't work? I dunno.

We've been to get Tucker's hair cut. WOW!! Do him wook beddah!!! Yes! Him doos! LOL!

He had a couple of really tight mats, the kind that are not so much tangled hair but are curls so tight they just wad up like they grew that way. Impossible to comb out, I'm here to tell you. So anyhow, he's trimmed a little closer than usual, which is fine, really because that keeps him looking better longer. I also had them trim his face more than we had been.

He's not quite as cuddly looking without his beard and mushy-tash, but that beard ends up all soupy when he's at the water bowl and it is forever getting those thorny burrs in it and THEN you have to dig those out! Gah!

Anyhow...I couldn't get a good shot of him, but here you go.

BEFORE

Sleepy and Fuzziful

AFTER

The New & Improved Tucker

I assure you, he's not as dirty as he looks in that first picture. All his apricot poodleness comes out when it hair gets long. Otherwise, you can't tell he was ever anything but white.

He looks so tiny!! We drove all over the place looking for a sweater for him. NONE to be found! Not even in the prissy groomy store! They're awaiting an order. By then, he won't need a sweater anyway.

Ah well. If he gets too cold, we do have a poodle coatie thing he can wear. He hates it, though, so we'll see. Maybe if he's cold enough, he won't dawdle around outside so much!

Hope you're all having a wonderful day! (Oh, and I updated below (or here) about the doctor's visit....it's gotten a bit buried now, though...)

Thanks for all the prayers!!

February 05, 2006

sanctuary! sanctuary!

Did you guess that this post might be about something ringinggggg? Ah. I thought not....

So...not too much discussion about the tinnitus thing in the post below.

I'm curious...is it because none of you suffer from it or you just don't have anything to add? No stories about how Great Aunt Victrola had rangin' in her ears and it made her drool and swat all about her head like a loon?

Hmm. Okay.

But I am seriously having more problems with this blasted ringing. ARGH! I DO have to thank God that at least my headache is MUCH better!! *WHEW!* The ringing, though...it's still here. And still LOUD.

I read how caffiene can make it worse, but I really haven't been drinking a lot more of that lately. I NEVER take asprin anymore, ever since the diagnosis way back in the olden days. I don't subject myself to loud noises. Remember, I tend to be pretty sensitive to sound.

So WHAT THE HECK IS MAKING IT WORSE?!?!?

*sigh* I just dunno.

Tommy has an appointment with Dr. K on Wednesday for his CDL physical. I'm thinking I might go with him. *sigh*

I mean, if I just bust in there with him for his physical and cry and carry on loud enough, he can't just turn me out in the street in my sad condition.....can he???? CAN HE!?!??!?!?

I guess we'll find out, because unless this is lots better by then, I'm going. He'll HAVE to throw me out because I can't stand this much longer. The Stuper Bowl is going in the next room, the dog occasionally yaps at me, someone will hoot over the TV or the computer back there...and the road noise--the occasional loud vehicle I hear...all these noises are going - - - but I still hear the ringing, screeching, trilling...whatever....and normally, it'd be drowned out by these other noises.

*sigh*

We still don't have the network thing worked out. Despite having consulted 2 techno-geek types from Tommy's work, one he used to work with and our Japanese-American friend who we can hardly understand but who laughs a lot at anything he undertands us say, and a very detailed flow-chart drawn on the back of an envelope showing the supposed way things should be...

Nothing works.

But we can all share the 'net....and so we can all talk to each other without really talking to each other, we have installed a certain instant message jiggy on all the computers.

We've had a blast sending silly stuff to each other. Corey sends recordings on his. Tommy has been repeatedly freaked out and amazed by various farting noises I've sent him. I think it makes him feel...y'know...in his element or something. I have had a blast setting various pictures like this

and this
and this

to him.

*heh heh*

Acourse, then he started threatening to find his own kinda pix, as if the world isn't flooded with that stuff constantly anyhow. *huff* So...*sigh* I had to stop being mean.

But really....can you blame me? *wink* Can I help it if he has SUCH a nice face? *sigh*

*ahem!* 'scuse me while I wipes the drool off my face. He's the one celeb crush I've had ever since Remington Steele! LOL! Gah! How long ago was THAT????? Sheesh.

I know what you're thinking.

And NO! I haven't been drooling over those pix and THAT'S what's making my ears ring.

Sheesh, people. Let's be realistic here!

*heh*

Happy Week to ya!

yes and no

too much technology could kill you


#1 -- yes, dsl is faster.

#2 -- yes, I think I am going to like it.

#3 -- no, connecting the dsl jiggy was not hard.

#4 -- yes, connecting the dsl jiggy while simultaneously trying to set up a home network that includes a laptop, etc., is a very insane thing to do.

#5 -- yes, this may be my undoing.

#6 -- yes, if you don't hear from me again, donate my brain to science.

January 18, 2006

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~


January 11, 2006

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....

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...

How will you DIE?
Name / Username
You will die of a horrible disease
At age 60
This quiz by Confused_Pete - Taken 791245 Times.
New - How do you get a guy to like you?
Uhhhh, erm....okay, THIS is not what I had in mind!! Although, yeah, this is another "duh!" type quiz. Sheesh!

I have NO IDEA what this means, but it is at least a break from the genre of the last few quzzies...




ROFLOL!

Show Me the Slogan!
You've heard them thousands of times, but were you listening? Match up the slogan or jingle with the product it advertises...

Your Score: 100 (out of a possible 100)

Awesome! - You are extremely slogan savvy!

1. Don't leave home without it. (American Express)

2. Reach out and touch someone. (AT&T)

3. I can't believe I ate the whole thing! (Alka-seltzer)

4. The best a man can get. (Gillette)

5. The milk chocolate melts in your mouth - not in your hand. (M&Ms)

6. Good to the last drop. (Maxwell House Coffee)

7. We love to see you smile. (McDonalds)

8. Obey Your Thirst. (Sprite)

9. I love what you do for me! (Toyota)

10. It's everywhere you want to be. (Visa)


Um...not sure what this says about me besides that I never forget a snappy jingle.

Okie doke...so I wasn't as empty-handed as it first appeared. But all these yummies were obviously mostly comprised of empty calories and what with some folks' penchant for healthy eating, I'm sure they're all purging in the bathroom. (ya might wanna wait til you get home, ya know?)

Hopefully, I'll have time to post something a tad more healthy soon. Shut UP! Okay, so a bit more "substancial", how's that?!

December 14, 2005

hello? tech support?

Wait. No! I ain't callin' them suckers again! GAH!

I need help, ya'll! My Outlook Express has been acting goofy for months. About two months ago, I contacted tech support at my server and was told after numerous emails that I was "probably" gonna have to reinstall OE and he sent me a link so I could do that.

Well, obviously I didn't wanna hafta go through all that, so I didn't do it right then. But now? Now it's causing me all manner of grief, so I did it. I uninstalled OE and went to the link the tech guy provided. There I downloaded the OE installer and restarted my computer.

There, lo and behold, was OE still loaded on my computer! What da poo? So, I went and uninstalled it again, restarted and this time it was really gone.

*whew* says the naive woman with no clue as to what lay ahead...

I start the install program and up pops this box that says Installer has detected a newer version of Internet Explorer on your computer. Setup will cancel now and of course, when I clicked the stupid OK button, it all closed on me.

GAH! I went back to the download page and see that OE is bundled with IE and apparently YOU CAN'T GET OE ALONE ANYWHERE!!!!!!

GAAAAH!!!!! I am beyond frustrated here. I've tried using an old IE install disk I found and it just locks up whenever I try to start it. I've contemplated just removing IE too, but wasn't sure how that would work.

When I tried it, though, it only gives you three options: ReInstall IE, or Repair IE and something else I can't remember right now. [I just went to see what that third option was, and the computer freaked out on me. I don't even know if I'll be able to post this because half the stuff in my tray is now gone and the desktop has gone to safe mode. --HELP ME!!!!]

Gah. I'm SO MAD! Now I don't have ANY email...well, yeah, I CAN go to my accounts and check webmail, but how frustrating is THAT?!?! (very) ARGH!!!

If anyone out there can help me, PLEASE DO! Just let me know which email addy you send anything to, okay?

Oh, um....have a nice day.

*shrugs*

PS: I just realized, after trying to actually use IE, that my page looks RAUNCHY in IE!!! People, Firefox is THE ONLY way to go!

November 16, 2005

B-E-W-A-R-E

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All that to say, BEWARE!!!!!

*panting from panic*

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

I am in way-big pain today.


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

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

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

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

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

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

Gah.

Anyhow, there's the skinny on that.

G'night!