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Hahah! I'm such a dork. I love that sandwich maker.
I submitted my pic for this years boobiethon tonight and they will only appear on the pay per boobie page.
Want to know the history of the thon from the girl who started it all? Go check out Statia to learn the history of the thon. Yes, it's all her fault we do this.
But we love her!
I know a lot of people may have issues with it, feel that it's wrong to post pics of boobies for everyone to see, but the thon has raised over $26,000 since it started 4 years ago.
That's quite an accomplishment for a bunch of bloggers.
I have gotten comments from some of my readers saying they could never do this. That's cool. I'm not pressuring anyone to do anything they don't want to do.
But maybe you could support the idea anyway?
Post a link to it in a blog post, grab one of the buttons and link to the site. Have blogads on your site? Donate some ad space. Help promote the site so we can raise more money this year.
It's for an awesome cause.
Show some love for the boobies and help find a cure.
The event officially kicks off at 12:01 a.m. on Sunday, October 1, 2006. It will run through 11:59 p.m. EDT on Saturday, October 7, 2006.
The pharmacy computers have been down all day until just now.
1:50pm. That's more than half the work day that no one has been able to get their prescriptions due to a computer related problem which happens a lot I might add, at this particular pharmacy.
How did they manage to take care of customers before the age of computers?
I know.
They filled the damn prescriptions and let people pay for them.
There's a discussion going on about whether or not it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.
I am completely surprised by the majority of the answers.
Most people are thinking it's better to have never loved at all, that love causes nothing but heartache and problems. That relationships are basically for the birds.
I've loved and lost and I'd still do it all over again knowing the possible outcome.
I feel that each relationship taught me something I needed to learn about myself and others.
That there is no greater feeling than while you are in love. Nothing more intense than loving so greatly, so deeply.
When it's over, there is no greater pain. There is no harsher emotion that tears you up and crumbles you down to nothing.
I've loved intensely a few and lost them and I'd still try it again. I'd still enjoy every second of that euphoric feeling, that anticipation of seeing the person, being with them. And if it ended, I'd fall to pieces again and pick myself back up again just as I have always done because that is part of life. You keep going on, keep trying, keep learning and loving and losing until you eventually get it right and get to keep it and always have that feeling.
I find it incredibly sad that so many wish they never experienced the love and the loss.
and exchanged it for another 12 pack.
I get home and wouldn't you know it? The same problem.
I got another 12 pack with the same exact rotten, chemical taste. So Sebastian went up to 7-11 for me and bought another 12 pack.
This one did not taste this way.
I am now convinced that Publix got a bad batch and when I go out tomorrow to get my script, I'm taking the 2nd defective 12 pack with me.
But the soda addiction has been appeased.
My taste buds are happy.
I bought a 12 pack of diet pepsi the other day and so far, every single one of them taste absolutely horrible. Like chemically almost.
Yes, I keep drinking them.
I keep thinking to myself that the next can will be normal tasting.
That and I can't get to the store to return them.
I'm gonna see if I can get there today and tell the manager to taste one.
I don't want my money back, I just want my soda addiction appeased.
I'm so glad I went to all that trouble to find my surgeon.
I am basically under the new surgeons care until the November appointment, I may call my nurse Cindy and ask what we can do about this but yeah, I don't like the new guy already.
I am under the new guy's care until my appointment in November so I called his office today about my script refills.
I was told; "Dr. M, (my old surgeon) was very lax with script refills. Dr. W, isn't. We will refill your script this time but you need to get a pain management doctor immediately. We have several in our practice and we can transfer you over to one of them right now to schedule an appointment. If you can't make the appointment they give you, you will no longer be a patient of our office."
Uh? Hello?
This Dr. W. hasn't even seen me, never met me, has no idea what my surgery entailed. Was not there, probably hasn't even looked at my x-rays, the nurse I spoke to about refills didn't know my name, didn't know what I was taking, nothing.
This doctor has no clue about the 4 inch screws in my hips that my surgeon put in there. This surgery typically does not involve SI joint screws. He doesn't know about the constant burning sensation these screws cause, or the constant lower back pain, or the constant stiffness.
He knows nothing and is willing to just completely cut off a patient.
It rains, I am in bed debilitated with agonizing pain, I can't sleep, I can't do anything when it rains but lay in bed on a heating pad, take 3-4 scalding hot showers a day.
I have no problem seeing a pain management doctor at all. None. If they make the appointment, I will find a way to get there. But I'll be damned if that pain doc says I am free to just take Tylenol now without knowing my case history or anything about the nerves that still have not grown back etc etc.
I take my meds as scheduled, I am not taking a ton of them at once. As a matter of fact, I take less than I am supposed to, trying to wean myself off them on my own, but to call my old surgeon lax, is rude. My old surgeon took my case when no other doctor would. I have a feeling Dr. W. wouldn't have taken my case.
The nurse said Dr. W. only gives patients pain meds for 3 months after surgery. That's it. Period. Done.
How can a surgeon do that? Each patient is different, each case, each surgery is different, yet he uses one method of treatment for all of them.
To me that sounds like he doesn't care about his patients as individuals, that he just treats everyone exactly the same.
I get the feeling this man is cold, has bad bedside manner and probably rushes patients in and out of his office as fast as possible.
I'll do what I'm asked to do, I always do, but I really get that not a good doctor vibe from him. I should know that vibe too. I met 19 of these bad docs before meeting Dr. M.
I cannot wait for the new season of Desperate Housewives to start tonight!
It's going to start up 6 months after where we left off (in the story line) and so all kinds of things we have to catch up on.
The boys are excited about it too.
Kinda funny, teenage boys watch it, but hey, it keeps them from fighting with each other for another hour.
Can you find all 50 dark movie titles?
The boys have been doing really well under house arrest.
They have been busy doing chores without complaint.
The house is looking really good.
They have only had one little spat during a monopoly game today because they are very sore losers.
That Runescape game has basically taught them how to be completely shitty losers.
I am trying to teach them it's the fun of the game, no matter what game, than actually winning all the time, so I'm making them play board games.
Monopoly, Yahtzee, Uno, Clue, etc etc.
I took all the electronic games away, so they are stuck with traditional things to do.
Books, board games, cleaning.
It hasn't been as bad as I thought it was going to be. I mean, grounding them so severely.
I thought it would be chaos, lots of fighting, but so far, so good.
Don't forget, the boobiethon starts on October 1st and runs through October 7th at midnight.
They are taking early submissions for photos so the site will have content on the start day so get busy, and get creative and send in those photos!
This year it would be awesome to break last years record.
I will be helping out this year doing some volunteer work helping to edit pics and stuff like that.
I get to see your titties first. 
Ok, off to watch a movie and then bed I think.
later days.
I received a letter yesterday from my surgeons office telling me to call and reschedule my appointment in November.
I called and they said he had left the practice and by law, they cannot tell you where he moved to.
I called the state medical board and all they could give me was an address.
I tried reverse address look up, it gave me an office number that didn't work.
I was panicking at this point.
I love my surgeon and his whole team! I want to finish this out with the team that started it.
I'm sure the new doctor they wanted to schedule me with is wonderful, but my doc and his staff, are amazing. Great bedside manner, great skills, did things that no other surgeon had done concerning scoliosis. He presented my case to the scoliosis board to review, he wrote a published paper on my case.
I couldn't just stop seeing him and not finish this with him.
I called 411 and gave them his name and addy, it's a new practice, his own office this time, so I wasn't sure he'd be set up to go.
last week he was at the one office, this week, he was gone.
They gave me a number and I called and holy shit! My nurse Cindy answered. I was so happy. I had been trying for an hour to find him.
She said they weren't allowed to call any of their patients and tell them, and they were just hoping that we'd all find him.
She said she was glad I did because my case was one he wanted to keep seeing but by law, he couldn't contact me.
Stupid laws. I want my surgeon, not a new one who wasn't in there with me for 24 & 1/2 hours of surgery. I want the guy and the team who did it to keep seeing me until we close this case out in February or March. 1 year year from date of surgery.
They are going to call me back with an appointment and have me sign a release at the old office to transfer my files and stuff.
I swear, I was near tears trying to find him. You find a good doctor, a really good doctor, one who actually cares, the one who after 19 other surgeons failed to help me or even try to help me, wanted to, knew he could, you just don't walk away from that and start seeing someone new.
WLBT 3 - Jackson, MS: P.T.A. Letter Sparks Controversy
A survey handed out to parents of students at Lester elementary in Jackson, has sparked some controversy. The letter was written by the p-t-a, designed to encourage their involvement in the school.At the first parent teacher conference, the P.T.A. handed out the survey, telling parents where they could be used as volunteers. It was the last option on the page that has some up in arms. A line that read, "No, I do not want to get involved. I want my children to be thieves, drug addicts and prostitutes."
The survey was written by P.T.A. president, Dr. David Gatlin who says, "We want people to understand that if they really care about their children, they will get involved in their children's lives and set the proper example for their children."
Gatlin says he didn't mean to offend anybody, but doesn't see anything wrong with the language he used, meant to grab people's attention.
Gatlin say, "No you don't want child to be a thief, prostitute or drug addict but many people do want it by the way they live their lives."
As soon as the surveys were discovered, they were immediately collected by principal Dr. Douglas Scott.
Scott says, "I think the point could have been made in a more effective manner. I've had one parent who has called me with concern."
School administrators say they won't let it happen again. All letters to parents, now must be reviewed by the principal, before they're handed out. Members of the P.T.A. stand by their actions, and hope it makes parents put their childrens education first.
Gatlin says, "If your childrens (are) not a priority, then your children (will be) messed up."The survey at Lester Elementary also included attached information on how parent involvement could help in the success of their children. P.T.A. members say the comment in question was included to also encourage parents to view, and act upon that information.
I think you can not be a volunteer or a member of the PTA and still put your kids educations first, put them first.
You don't have to be at the school everyday making sure the teachers are doing their jobs, or being a member of the PTA.
You can still go to PTA meetings because they are open to the public but you don't have to join up.
How can you put your kids first? Communication.
Always talk to them even if they don't want to hear it.
I'd be so pissed if a letter like this came home with my kids.
Remember my meatballs in the Reynolds crock pot liner entry? Of course you do!
Well, it worked wonderful.
The liner stuck a little but no holes happened in the liner. I waited for the whole thing to cool down after removing all the meatballs and sauce, then I lifted the liner out and wiped it down with a wet cloth from the places the bag sorta got sticky.
There was zero mess. No soaking, scraping, nada.
I think I love them. 
This cracks me up. I found this on another site and it was too funny not to share.
Just look at the babies face as it claws it's way out of the mother.
Click for bigger. If the image is too tall for your broswser, use your down arrow key to view it all.
I had this wicked itch at the top of my scar. I can't reach it so I ask the boys to come check it out. I'm thinking I have a bug bite or something.
They are freaking out because it felt like metal or a *gasp* bug antenna.
So I hand them the tweezers and tell them to pull it out carefully. If it's a bug antenna or *gasp* a tick, I want it pulled out in one piece.
It hurt I tell ya.
They start pulling and they are like; "Mom! It's long and it's like a piece of metal or something!"
They keep pulling it out and finally get it all out and drop it in my hand.
It was a stitch from my surgery.
It was one that must have been under my skin and was working it's way out.
I know they got all of the visible ones out, I saw them all on the floor after he took them out.
This one really must have been underneath my skin.
It was like an inch long.
Glad it's gone though cuz it was super itchy and driving me crazy.
They came home today and here is what has been decreed.
They will come home, do homework, then chores.
I will make dinner, they will do all the dishes.
They will do whatever I tell them to do from dusting to scrubbing toilets.
If I feel like having the lawn mowed every single day, so be it.
The cat boxes will be done in a timely and excellent manner. Not the half assed job that has been getting done.
Their room will be spotless at all times.
They are banished from Runescape forever. Not even allowed to log in and give away all their stuff to their friends.
There will be no phone calls after 9pm. Period.
Everyday, a new part of the house shall be cleaned and shined better than the Chrysler building.
This will go on until such a time as I feel they earned any privileges back.
If they give one another the evil eye, we start all over again. If the game is mentioned, we start all over again.
If they mouth off, fight with one another, we start all over again.
I think you get the idea.
Right now, they are allowed to play with toys and watch whatever I am watching. That's it.
No PC, no PlayStation, no CW44 or cartoons or movies. If they don't like what's on, they can go read a book or play with some toys.
If they don't pick up and put those toys away, we start all over again.
They are now in charge of the laundry. It must be done correctly. Sorted by colors, bleach, fabric softener, the works. Every thing will be folded and put away as soon as the dryer stops.
They are also now in charge of all dishes. It doesn't matter if I dirtied 20 knives, or forks, or spoons, while they are at school. It's now up to them to do all the dishes.
I have removed every single cup from the cupboards but 3. I am sick and tired of glasses being used for water and then a new cup being used just for more water.
They will get good grades. I will not accept anything lower than 1 C on any report card.
If anything comes lower than a C, they will be grounded from all activities and more chores will be added.
I am so over the bullshit.
This is the law.
If so, I need help/advice/whatever you want to call it.
The teens are out of control and I can't get them back in line.
I've lost my mom mojo.
I really think that all the time I was gone, coupled with all the time I have been out of it due to medication, has made them forget exactly who's boss around here.
They aren't listening any longer.
They are flat out refusing to do chores.
They are constantly fighting and attempting to murder one another.
Now I know the teen years suck ass.
I was a teen once myself but I don't quite recall this level of disrespect.
I know I was mouthy from time to time, Mom, feel free to leave a comment telling me that yes, I was a mouthy brat and didn't listen. I'm sure as we age, we forget we were complete assholes to our parents, but dear fucking god, what the hell happened to my awesome teenagers in the last 7 months?!
When I first came home from the hospital, they were magnificent, outstanding, wonderful. They cooked, they cleaned, they helped me with every inch of this house and with my needs. If I needed help getting in and out of the shower those first weeks, they helped me. If my legs needed to be shaved, they did it without a word of complaint.
I'm not asking them to do any of that.
I'm simply asking them to clean their room. To clean the game room. I don't use that room. I don't even go in there unless I'm burning a cd. (Their pc has the burner on it)
I'm asking them to pick up their dirty socks from under the coffee table, to put their shoes away, to take out the trash, take care of the litter boxes and mow the lawn.
That's it.
I'm not asking them to do dishes, clean the bathroom, vac the rugs, wash windows, do laundry, nothing out of those few chores listed above.
You wanna know the root cause of the attitudes lately? You won't believe this.
Runescape. An on line game. It's a dumb game, not even as good as Warcraft, no where's near as good as Warcraft. It's a piece of shit game with bad graphics and shitty sound but, all their friends play it and all their friends call here night after night, hour after hour, to trade items in the game, to sell, buy, whatever it is they are doing in that ridiculous game.
It costs $5.00 per month to have a subscription to it which my sister put on her credit card.
As soon as I'm done typing this entry, I'm logging into the game with the name and password, and deleting the subscription.
It's done. I'm over it.
It's non-stop fighting all the fucking time over what happened in a stupid fucking game.
It got so out of control. Let me just tell you what has brought me to the point of wanting to commit computercide.
They had to go to the store for me. They were each going to be able to buy something as always. I always let them buy themselves a snack or a sub from the Publix deli for going to the store. They don't have to carry home 20 lbs of groceries. It's usually small stuff, no more than 1 plastic bag each. Go to the pharmacy, get my script, go to Publix and buy some more lunch meat, buy some donuts or more cereal for breakfast the next day and then get yourselves a treat.
What happened?!
They hadn't even been gone 5 minutes when Sebastian comes back in the door.
Crying.
They were walking, talking about that stupid fucking game, they were bitching about that stupid fucking game.
Mark called Sebastian a few names, Sebastian called him a few names.
Mark pulled Sebastian's hair. Sebastian CHOKED Mark.
Mark BIT Sebastian in the head.
All in the middle of our street.
So Sebastian is now inside the house screaming and crying. Mark comes in 5 minutes later.
They were standing in my living room acting like 4 year olds arguing over a bouncy ball.
It was insane.
I lost it.
This has been building for weeks, months, and I just finally lost it.
I had been trying so hard to be cool, to be laid back, they had done so much for me in those weeks after surgery. I shouldn't have ever let my mom guard down for a split second.
I'm pretty sure I sprouted 20 new grey hairs during the fight that followed them coming back inside the house.
They were yelling, I was yelling.
I ended up having to walk away and go in my room and close the door. I was beyond furious. My heart was racing, I felt like it was going to rip out of my chest.
They were still in the living room arguing. Over what? That stupid fucking game and now, the fight they had in the middle of the street. Who started it and why.
Who fucking cares who fucking started it!?
The point is it happened in the middle of our god damned street and then kept going inside my fucking house!!!
I'm at my wits end.
I have unplugged the network connection. They have no internet access.
I took away the controllers to the PlayStation and unplugged the TV in that room.
I'm considering making their lives hell when they come today.
Boot camp, mommy style.
I will not live in a house like this. I can't deal with the stress from it all.
I'm sure someone is is going to send me an anonymous comment or two. It never fails. Something along the lines of what a horrible mother I am.
Save it.
This is my blog and I'll bitch and complain and whine and vent if I want to.
If you have nothing constructive to say to me regarding how to deal with teenage boys raging hormones and fighting, then just don't post a comment.
It's not needed.
What is needed are people who have dealt with teenagers, who understand what the fuck I'm talking about. The mouthing off, the fighting, the disrespect. I know all teenagers do it, I just need to know how we're all going to survive these years without killing each other.
I'm one parent doing this. I'm one parent struggling to raise young men and I lost my grip on the situation and am having a tough time getting it back.
Pass the Prozac, or Valium, or vodka, this way please.
Thanks.
in the crockpot and using those Reynolds slow cooker liners for the first time.
I hope they work.
There is nothing worse than scraping BBQ sauce and grape jelly out of the slow cooker even after it's soaked half the damn night.
Anyone ever try them?
What do you think? Do they work?
leave your heating pad lying on the seat of your leather office chair while you go do something else.
You will come back, lift the heating pad up to place behind your back again and burn your ass cheeks when you sit down.
Time for your free credit report from the 3 major reporting agencies.
I like to check it even though I know there are syill some bad items on it.
This year, I was expecting much worse, but I still don't understand how they can be so different.
Both Equifax and Transunion said I had no negative items and 1 account in good standing.
Experian says I have 14 negative accounts, none in good standing. The negative ones were mostly hospital bills from the last 5 years, radiology stuff. 12 of them were radiology bills and the other 2 were still 2 old accounts from my ex mother in law.
You all know of my toilet troubles by now, but I think I figured out a partial cause.
I don't know what the part/hole is called, maybe the siphon?
Ok, if you go look in your bowl, you will see the big hole in the back where the water flows out of the toilet and a small hole, more towards the front of the bowl on the bottom.
You know what I'm talking about I hope.
Anyway, I noticed today that this small hole looked clogged or closed up.
It didn't look like any water was being pushed from it when you flush the toilet.
So I shut off the water to the tank and flushed several times to empty the bowl.
Once the water was emptied, I stuck my hand down there and felt the hole.
Sure enough, the porcelain had eroded somewhat and this hole was itty bitty.
I straightened a coat hanger and poked it in there and began twisting it in a circular motion and opened the hole back up as wide as I could scrape the gunky buildup/erosion off.
Then I turned the water back on and let the tank fill up and then flushed.
Holy shit! That thing sucked the water out like a vacuum!
Maybe that has been part of the over fill problem all along. The siphon pump part wasn't working right.
I dunno but it seems to be flushing like a million bucks now.
Who says you need a man around the house? lol
I did it! I fixed it! W00t!
No more virus, no more errors, no more problems.
I have a brand new winxp running.
Yay!
*does happy ass chair dance of joy*
Today, after many months now of having a completely fux0red computer, I am going to attempt to fix it.
I finally have all the right discs and stuff to do it.
This better work...lol
So y'all go over and wish Kim a happy birthday!
M&M's supports the Susan G. Komen Foundation for breast cancer research.
M&M'SŪ Brand will donate $.35 on 14-ounce packages and $.50 on 21.3 ounce specially marked packages.
When I went shopping, I picked up a bag.
I get my chocolate fix and help support the cause.
And, guess what's coming up people?!
It's almost time for the annual boobiethon!
The fifth annual blogger "Boobie-Thon" launches on Sunday, October 1, 2006. It will run through 11:59 p.m. EDT on Saturday, October 7, 2006.
They have raised over $26,000 since 2002.
That's an awesome accomplishment for a bunch of bloggers huh?
As usual, I plan on submitting a photo for the cause. I just have to come up with an idea for this years pic.
You're all going to submit and donate right?
You better!
I went grocery shopping today and I came to the conclusion that manners are obsolete.
The old people, the seniors, who always bitch that the youth of today have no respect for their elders and no manners, have none at all themselves.
Maybe they think simply because they are old, they are entitled to be complete asshole in public.
All the handicapped electric scooters were in use by the elderly, and there seemed to be a huge number of seniors shopping today.
I was rammed into by carts no less than 5 times. I was cut in line even though I had a number at the deli, and I was crashed into by 3 electric scooters!
Not a single one of them said excuse me or sorry, or hello or thank you, or anything. Just went on about their merry way of shopping.
When I first arrived at the deli, I took my number and waited patiently for the clerks to finish what they were doing, and when the lady said next, I raised my number and stepped forward and this old hag, just started shouting her order.
The clerk looked at me and my number and said; "ma'am, she is next, sorry."
The old lady got pissed and said; "You will wait on me, she can wait."
I just looked at her like wow, you got some brass balls under that Depends diaper don't you?
The clerk waited on me anyway which angered the old lady even more.
I took my time, I ordered the meats I went for.
She told the clerk repeatedly to hurry up and asked me if I was planning on buying one of everything.
I said; "I wasn't planning on that but since you are being insanely rude not only to myself, but to the clerk who is simply doing her job, I just might ask for a sample of everything on the top shelf."
She shut up after that but kept glaring from me to the clerk and back again.
The clerk seemed to be going extra slow, maybe just to get her own little jab in at the old bitty.
Only one person in that whole store aside from the workers, said anything even remotely polite.
He was a young man, maybe mid-20's, and he came around a corner very quickly and I almost hit him with my cart.
He said sorry, I said I was sorry, we both smiled and went on our way.
The older generations must have this feeling of entitlement simply for being old.
Being old is no excuse for bad manners and rude behavior.
It is no excuse, and gives no right, for them to slam into other people with carts and shoot dirty looks, and just be nasty.
I've spent the last 15 years teaching my sons manners and how to be polite and open doors and ladies first and be gentleman and to respect their elders.
Maybe I should have been teaching them it's dog eat dog and that the elderly can go fuck themselves.
Why should anyone respect them when they show absolutely no respect for anyone else?
I was going to get a much needed pedicure this week but due to my household shopping trip yesterday, I didn't think I'd be doing that to save myself some cash. Part of the reason for this is one of my direct deposits didn't go through yet and they are "investigating."
So anyway, my toenails needed some attention so I attempted this.
Hrm, much more difficult that I imagined.
I mean, I still can't tie my own shoes so what the hell was I thinking trying to actually touch, and file, and prettify my toenails?
I finagled my right leg up and crossed it over my left thigh and began trying to file them a bit.
Ugh, it was painful on my right hip. Very painful, but I managed to sorta do them ok, then I tried my left foot.
I finagled my leg up and crossed it over my right thigh and holy fucking hell, what the fuck is that sharp burning sensation in my left hip all about?!
I barely managed to file them. Barely. It burned, it hurt, it stretched, my foot cramped up and slipped off my right thigh about 10 times.
They are filed at least, but not quite so pretty.
What I had hoped to do was to be able to make them all nicely shaped and then possibly be all girly and paint them.
Yeah right.
Not happening folks!
Just not frigging happening.
*sigh*
Looks like I will be going down to New York Nails maybe this weekend, and having the nice Korean ladies who talk shit in another language while I'm sitting right there, do them.
I want to learn Korean so I can at least understand the shit they are saying about me and if it gets too nasty, I can say something back in their own language like; "Shut the fuck up and just do my damn nails bitches or no fucking tips for you!"
You all know I'm not lying about this, those of you who have people from other countries at nail salons right? You know damn well they are trash talking your little piggies, and your outfit, and your hair, and saying shit about how you probably won't tip them, and maybe even calling you a whore because you asked for your toenails to be painted red, or maybe even thought you were fucked in the head because you asked them to paint them all black and airbrush little skulls on them.
Yeah I asked them to do that once but they don't airbrush designs on real nails, only the artificial ones.
I tried anyway. I thought it would be cool. Eh.
Later days.
Getting primped for a hot lunch date with Keanu?
Nope.
Getting my hair and nails done?
Nope.
Sleeping in till noon?
Nope.
I have been cleaning up water in the bathroom again.
I have so many damn entries about flooding in this house when it rains, I didn't bother linking to a past entry.
Those of you who have been here with me during rainy season know this story already don't you?
For those of you just tuning in, this is an old house, built in the mid 60's and is still on a septic tank. The city plans on installing sewer lines on this street, they tell us, promise us, sometime in 2007.
Every year during the rainy season, the septic drain field becomes saturated by the heavy rains and then when you flush, or the neighbors flush, whose toilets drain into the one septic tank on the low end of the property, mine, where the tank is, the toilet in my bathroom gets too much pressure and just starts over filling the tank.
This causes the toilet to overflow all over the bathroom and house usually.
I caught the sucker this time!
Luckily, I walked in at the exact moment the toilet was beginning to sploosh water all over the bathroom floor.
It started raining last night really hard and would let up off and on, but it just stopped raining about 1 hour ago.
I bent down, quickly turned off the water valve, and grabbed some towels to catch what was already flowing out onto the floor.
3 towels soaked in water and the lovely blue toilet tank cleaner dye shit I bought on yesterday's shopping trip.
Lovely. /sarcasm
So now when the ground dries out later on, I can run all those blue stained towels through the wash.
I filled up the washer and have them in there soaking so hopefully the stuff won't stain too badly, and then shut the washer off.
I'm sure I'll pay with mass amounts of pain later for all the bending and mopping on my hands and knees, and lifting heavy wet towels and carrying them to the washer.
Yay for the rainy season! I fucking love rainy season! /more sarcasm
Around 3pm, my back started to ache something fierce, the rods started getting ice cold, I knew something was up.
I thought maybe, just maybe, I over did it when I went shopping but I didn't lift anything heavy at all today.
In the pet aisle, there was a Publix employee and they all know me. I started to reach for the small 10lb bags of litter and he says; "I got that for ya. How's your back doing? You are walking so much better these days", with a big smile. I said I'm doing great, thanks. He asked how many, I said two, he put them on the bottom of the cart for me.
That was the heaviest thing I bought aside from the 10lb bag of cat food which he also placed on the bottom of the cart.
At the register, the bagger got those out for me and then after the cashier scanned them, put them back.
The cab driver when he picked me up, also grabbed those for me.
When we got home, he brought them into the house for me and placed them by the wall for the boys to put away when they came home.
Around 6:30pm, I hear this tink tink tink on the AC unit and tapping against the windows.
I get up, open the front door and yup, it's raining wicked hard out there. Like hurricane hard rain.
It's still going too.
Sure I could only do severe weather alerts, within a few hours of it actually hitting, but I think channel 8 should get in touch with me and put me on like a freelance type deal.
I just came back from shopping. I went household supply shopping and while my list had less than 20 items on it, I managed to spend $257.
Yes, $257.
I know what sent me to that amount, the pre-paid minute cards for our cell phones.
They were out of $20 cards so I had to buy $30 cards. That's 3 phones in this house so ugh, 90 fucking dollars.
But the boys need the phones. They can't have them on during school class hours, but they can use them during lunch and then as soon as the bell rings.
There are no payphones at school so Mark will call me up and say he's going to Mikey's house after school or Sebastian wants to ride home with his friend Stephen.
I know where they are, and and they feel all special...lol
I only bought 4 food items.
Phish food ice cream because I just had to have it, diet soda because without it, I am a raging caffeine deprived beast, and some chicken and a loaf of bread.
I will do actual grocery shopping Friday when the boys can help me.
I needed stuff like tp, laundry soap, dish scrubbies, cat food/litter, fish food, air freshener refill thingies, conditioner, light bulbs, vac bags, foil, stuff like that, and I spent that much money.
I keep checking the receipt like maybe there was some sort of error but nope, it's accurate.
I hate having to shop for needs.
I think needs like toilet paper should be cheap. I mean, what the hell is this $2.99 for 4 rolls crap all about? It's a frigging need not a want. Charge me crazy prices for the shit I don't require, but cut us some slack on the basic human needs shit.
Later days.
Kim, remember how we both had one of these and we both somehow lost ours?
Well my mom and dad got one for free when they bought a new George Foreman grill and they never used it and she read my post and sent it to me.
Thanks mom! I love it!
Click for bigger if ya want.
The boys are all geeked out to try it but we'll have to wait till I go shopping on Friday to pick up things to cook in it.
I love geeky cooking gadgets. I have a whole cupboard full of stuff like this.
I have a snow cone maker, a George Foreman grill, a bread maker, an awesome set of cookware and some awesome bakeware, and a mini-chop-chop.
Now I just need a new blender/food processor thingy and I will be in geeky kitchen heaven.
Thanks also for the knick knacks. Sebastian loves all the cat ones. Now I just need to make room for them on top the tv or shelves. I don't have an open wall shelf type deal like you do so space is limited. But I will make room.
From Michele;
Starting this morning (Monday), FTTW will be a magazine-type site with over 20 different contributors writing on a variety of topics each day. From sports to sex, from punk rock to video games, from fast cars to horror movies, we've got it all, including a weekly comic strip.Every day - at least three times a day - you will find fresh content at FTTW. We've worked hard to gather some of the best writers around - people who are knowledgeable in their subject area and write about their topics with passion.
That's 20 writers, 20 different subjects and seven days a week you get here.
Sometimes we will all pool our talents and write something together. Think of us as a collective. Faster than the World: The Wu Tang Clan of the Internet.
I must say, I have rather enjoyed the writing over there for quite awhile.
I used to read A Small Victory every morning and missed the site when she took some time off. But since she's been back, with a new sidekick to boot, the stories have been loads of fun.
So click the pic above and check them out.
It's good stuff.
That's right, pancakes. Why? because I want some.
I'm also doing the dishes and I'm going to vac the rugs after I eat my pancakes.
I'm also taking a vacation from the stresses in my life who are being asinine idiots. (I had originally typed fucktards but sis told me I should stop swearing on here for a few days)
People are just sorta getting to me again.
I know I have this problem with people, I don't get along with anybody for too long. I find actions speak louder than words and it makes me crazy.
Like literally bonkers.
And then you combine really stupid actions with no longer being a person of your word, well then I just lose all sense of everything.
I cannot comprehend some stupid things people do. Like ha ha, they do it for fun, but I find it not funny so I get all tard'd in my head and I'm like wow, that is just so not funny and why the hell would you think it is? And they are like wow Kat, you have like no sense of humor.
No no, I do, I really do, but some things are just really not funny ya know?
So rather than be annoyed in my head and have them think I'm just this weird person, I have removed myself from people and places that make me nuts.
Call it a mental health vacation from the people who make me mental.
Ok, off to make pancakes.
With butter and syrup.
Later days.
Yes, that is my name is the local paper tied to an article about blogging and 9/11.
What I thought were going to be questions about how the internet, how blogging, has changed or been affected by 9/11, turned out to be about 10 questions on who I was, how long I have been doing this, how many hits etc.
There were no questions about 9/11 posed to me by reporter Caryn Goebel.
When she contacted me, she asked if I would be willing to comment on a story, I agreed when she told me what the story was about but then none of the questions I thought were going to be asked, were asked.
I mean, I guess the way she posed this to me was vague, and maybe I did fill the need she had, but according to a few people who have read the article this morning and already called me, my whole part of the story seems completely out of context.
This is what she posed to me;
The story is for the features section and is about how a lot really hasn't changed in popular culture five years after 9/11. If anything, people look for more escapism through reality tv, movies and Internet. I have analysts speaking to this and talk of the increase of blogging in the past few years.So, I need a local blogger who can tell my why they do it, what they blog about and who reads. Also, how much time they spend blogging daily.
My sister is going to bring me the article so I can see just how out of context my part in this article seems, but according to her, it doesn't make much sense at all. Like here's this article about 9/11 and blogging and then bam, here's my name, how long I have been doing it etc and then bam, back to 9/11. Like it doesn't fit.
Oh well, not my article right?
So yeah, if any of you are coming here after reading that in today's paper, there's my side of why it sounds so weird and out of context.
Later days.
Not forgotten.
We had a 6.0 earthquake in the Gulf of Mexico this morning at 10:56am.
They are saying it's not strong enough to cause a Tsunami. This is good.
For a few minutes there, I panicked. The quake happened 250 miles west of Bradenton Beach which is basically even with where I live on the map.
I called my sis and asked her to check the weather channel or the news or something. With no cable, all I get on Sundays is football or people selling shit on every channel I pick up.
I guess people felt it as far north as the Carolina's.
Kinda freaky.
nothing much has happened at all so I didn't blog.
Makes total sense right?
Wednesday, I won a free movie rental at the video store and so went down to get it and get my meds from Walgreen's and some food from Publix. We grabbed Final Destination3 because I just love the horror cheese and gore. I really only watch horror films for the gore. I love to see splats and dismemberment's etc.
So anyway, the kids each ask for a quarter so I'm like yeah ok, Mark puts his quarter in the gumball machine and gets a black gumball with the word winner on it.
You can click that. He wanted a pic of him and his winning ball. (Ha, don't ask)
So we have this winner ball and the lady says grab another movie, so we grab V for Vendetta.
Awesome movie. I hadn't seen it in theaters, I think I was either headed to the hospital or just home from the hospital when everyone was going to see it. But anyway, it is a great movie. Loved it. But now I'm sad cuz the rentals are only from Wednesday to Sunday so they have to go back today. *pout*
So there, that was our amazing, thrilling, excitement for the week aside from Mark passing his DATA of course which is really great and cool and thrilling for him. Me? It just means I am getting older and the years of panic and worry while my teenage son is out on the road in a vehicle are beginning.
Oh Terry, you asked what will he be driving. Two people in his life have said that if he does excellent in school and gets good grades and applies himself and all that jazz, they will help him get a car. We have a year to worry about all that. Let's not rush it. I'm already freaking about him just having his permit.
Later days.
Mark passed his DATA test. This is the 4 hour online driving safety awareness course that all new drivers in the state of Florida have to take.
Out of 40 questions, he only missed 5, allowed to miss 15.
He will have his certificate in a few days and then he can go to the DMV and get his physical permit and ID.
It's official, he'll be a driver soon.
Where did the years go?
Nothing much going on at all. Just hanging out at home doing much of nothing as usual.
I'm having one of those days. You know those days don't you?
I don't even want to talk about it. I'm just blah.
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The weather was killing me so I was in bed off and on with sweats on, socks, 3 blankets and my heating pad. The rods get ice fucking cold. It's really an odd feeling. I can't really explain it, but I knew 3 days out we were going to get rain all day on Sunday and most of yesterday because I froze up on the inside and stayed that way.
This morning was a little better, the sun is shining and my meds seem to be working today unlike Sunday and yesterday.
But on one of my up downs' from bed, I decided to do something useful.
I took one of the deer roasts out of the freezer and tossed it in the crock pot. Frozen solid.
I put it on low for 20 hours and it's done now.
The meat is just falling apart and it's so moist and juicy. The boys tasted it and they want to eat dinner now...lol
I thought it would be ready by dinner time. I mean, it was frozen solid. I put it in last night around 8pm and figured 20 hours to cook, it'd be done by 5-6pm today. Nope, it's done now. It's huge too. Frozen, it barely fit in the crock pot. The lid was barely on it because it didn't fit all the way, but as it cooked, it conformed to the pot and cooked perfectly.
I love my crock pot. Love it! It's the lazy moms' favorite cooking tool I tell ya. If you don't have one, you really should get one. Just throw in a slab of frozen meat and walk away...lol
Laundry is going, dishes will be done as I feel better. It takes time for my joints to loosen up enough to stand there and do them.
Sebastian has a French assignment to finish for school tomorrow. It has been such a long holiday weekend man. I'm so tired.
I need to talk to the woman next door.
I don't mind her son wanting to sleep over at all. It gives all the kids something to do and someone else to play with, but the last 3 times he's slept over, he has left in the middle of the night without telling anyone and he leaves my door unlocked. We will be asleep and he calls his parents and then leaves. My house stays unlocked all night and we don't hear him leave. I wake up in the morning and he's gone and then the next time I see him, I ask him what time he left and he says around 1:30 I think.
Uh?
You don't leave some one's house at 1:30am and not tell them. It's not only unsafe for him to do that even though he only lives right next door, but my home is unlocked all night.
Not fucking cool.
So anyway, he did this again Saturday night but this time, I wasn't all the way asleep and I heard him dialing my phone. It beeps really loud when you push the buttons.
I got up and asked him what he was doing. He said I want to go home.
Ok, fine, if you're going, go now while I'm standing here so I can lock my house up. He looked at me like I was a big mean bitch. I am, but that's not the point of what I was trying to convey to him.
I said, "Listen kiddo, the last 3 times you've slept over, you've gone home in the middle of the night while we're all asleep and you don't wake up one of the boys or myself to tell us. You just leave and leave my home unlocked. That is not ok to do. So if you want to leave, you are leaving now so I can lock up and go back to bed."
He grabbed all his stuff and left.
Wouldn't you be pissed off?
I mean, this is my home and my hood is getting more and more dangerous. I've had shit stolen from my yard. I've had a bike that was chained and padlocked to the front cement pillars, stolen using bolt cutters. I've had people try to come in my back door that is locked all the time. I don't need the front door unlocked all night.
Yes! Let's just make it easy for someone to come in and help themselves. The boys sleep like the dead. I sleep lightly but if I am asleep on my right side, I can't hear anything because I'm deaf in my left ear. I don't hear any sounds at all when I lay like that. And a lot of the time, I have my headphones on listening to music until I fall asleep. It's a bad habit, I know, but I have such a hard time falling asleep, it's like the only way I can lay still and relax my body.
People get this weird look on their face when I tell them what I listen to. They think oh, relaxing, soothing, classical or something right? Nope. I listen to hardcore music to fall asleep. Volume all the way up and for some reason, it relaxes me. My whole body just loosens up and I fall asleep.
I'm going to try and talk to her today.
Speaking of music, I sent my dad 2 cds he wanted. I hope they got there.
But with my mail service being so iffy, I doubt it.
Ok, off to rest my bones a bit more before I start the dishes.
Later days.
I rarely get into politics here, only when something truly gets my attention, or I feel should be seen or talked about by others.
This needs to be heard by all.
Keith Olberman goes after Donald Rumsfelds speech to veterans.
Watch on people.
My mom used to have this sandwich maker thingy that sorta looked like this. I loved that thing. She gave it to me when I moved out but I don't know what happened to it. I think I lost it in a move.
I used to love sticking chicken and ham and a slice of cheese all rolled up in that thing and let it cook.
It wasn't that easy to clean back then I remember, but I still loved it.
I want one of these.
You could make hot sandwiches in it or whatever.
I know I experimented with a ton of different foods in it. I'd just shove ingredients in there and slam the lid shut and wait till I smelled it almost burning...lol
Who else loves all that stuff as seen on tv?
I have a massive migraine.
It came on around 8:30 or so and it hasn't subsided.
Why is it my pain meds make my back feel better but don't touch headaches or migraines?
Perplexing.
My neighbors are having a party for the husbands birthday, and as is the case with most home parties where alcohol is involved, someone started fighting.
In the driveway.
Broken beer bottles.
Screaming.
Shouting.
For a bit there, I was thisclose to calling the cops.
One of Marks' friends called here at like 11:30pm.
He is officially a teenager and the late night phone calls have started.
At least it's not some slutty teenage girl.
First slutty teenage girl to call here late at night or anytime actually, will be introduced to my air horn through the receiver.
Those people I spoke about last week who have come back into my life, yeah, I was right about them.
They do want/expect more than I am capable of giving right now.
I've changed and maybe it's not for the better in their eyes. I have become far more guarded and I don't put up with stupid shit. I just don't have time for it or want it in my life.
I made that clear and got "yelled at" for it.
*shrug*
I was told I haven't changed, that I'm still the same bitch I've always been.
No.
I'm actually a bigger bitch than I was because I've found I don't have time for stupid bullshit games and crap like that.
I know what I want in my friendships and it's not that childish, backstabbing behavior I put up with before.
I have good, real, honest friends these days and I like it.
I guess what made this realization shitty is the stupid childish way they are behaving towards me.
It's clearly obvious what they are doing and I'm done with it.
On a positive note, because I don't want to dwell on the negatives today, I am going to email my nurse and ask her when I can go get stuff re-pierced.
I lost a few piercings during surgery and recovery and I want them back because I want some new jewelry.
I saw some beautiful stuff I want to get but I want it all to match.
I lost one nipple piercing and I want it back.
I saw some beautiful shields I want to get.
I also decided what I'm going to do with my back scar but I need to find either a tattoo artist who will work with scars or a piercer who is willing to do the work I'm thinking of.
I either want to tattoo a zipper on my back scar and get a piercing at the top with an actual zipper pull attached to it or, get staple piercings all the way down with the zipper pull attached to the top.
I know, weird, but I like the idea. I want something unique there and that just seems to fit how it still looks back there.
I need to do an updated picture even though it hasn't faded much at all.
I'm not using anything to make it fade. No Mederma, no vitamin E, I kinda want it to stay the way it is.
A permanent reminder of what I went through.
Also today, my boys have been outstanding.
They have been well behaved, helpful, and just really fun to be around today.
Later days.
I wrote that entry last night about my leather sofa and wouldn't you know it? Some anonymous fucktard from San Francisco, has to chime in;
Are you kidding me? This is a stoopid leather sofa and your son is obviously needing some real mom attention. How ridiculous to demand that he buy you a replacement when he grows up. Maybe you should grow up and find out what the source of your son's anger is. He isn't right to gouge your sofa, but not only are you showing him that your sofa seems more important than his emotional chaos, but you also demonstrate an unhealthy attachment to the material things of this world as well as a selfishness I'm sure you don't intend to impart to him. I know how difficult being a single mom is, I am one. I've been just as angry and selfish, but I have come to realize the tender needs of emotional states that are often a baffaling introduction to homonal changes are the most important element in this scenario. Please be compassionate with your son and yourself. I know you can both clear this up with unconditional love and a lack of self-righteousness. The best of luck to you.
I was being sarcastic you turd.
I would never make my child buy me a new sofa when they grow up.
Geez.
Yes, I did make him sign an IOU before I even got the truth out of him. Why? Because I needed to get the truth out of him.
Making him feel a little guilt and a little remorse, the possibility of really being in trouble for it, helps Sebastian spill the beans.
You don't know my kids and you obviously don't know me.
And people wonder why I have slowed down in my blogging and taken a lot of things private. Anonymous assheads who think they know everything.
Sebastian is a unique child. He knows what he does is wrong, but he has trouble admitting when he does wrong. It is only when he is faced with consequences, will he confess and apologize for his deeds.
As far as me being a materialistic bitch and selfish, you are so far off the mark it's ridiculous.
I have next to nothing. I own nothing of any real value at all.
When I was down on my luck, I sold off everything that wasn't nailed down practically, to pay my bills and feed my children.
My cd collection? Gone. My DVD collection? Gone.
Most of my home furnishings? Gone.
I had yard sale after yard sale, ebayed like a mad woman, all to pay bills and provide for my family when I had to stop working.
This living room set? Yes, it means something to me.
It was they very first living room set I ever bought with my own money. Everything we had before it was hand me down furniture from friends, from the side of the road on trash days, from yard sales.
My house was a mismatched hodge podge of places to sit.
My entire house was full of pre-loved items.
Including my kitchen!
Just this past Christmas, I got matching sets of cookware and bake ware for the first time ever.
It means something to me, not because of the cost, but because I earned it. I did it on my own.
It didn't cost me a lot of money either, maybe $2,500 for the sofa, love seat, coffee table and two ends, from Rooms to go. But it was because I did it. I was finally able to have something that matched, something nice, for my family to sit on. Something I was proud of if people came by for a visit.
There's nothing wrong with being proud of an accomplishment after years of struggle and hard work.
That IOU? It was torn up and thrown away after he told the truth. It was a means to a confession.
Sebastian is loved and well taken care of.
His reasons for it are heartbreaking. It started while I was in the hospital. He is my boy, a mommas boy through and through. He hugs me at least 100 times a day, tells me he loves me. I do the same to him. He was hurting without me here. He was afraid something would go wrong and I would die while in the hospital. It was too much for him to take.
All of this came out after the confession. A long talk between us about that very hard time for him while I was gone and those first very hard weeks after I came home. He just kept picking at it out of boredom after awhile he said.
It was devastating to him to see me in so much pain and unable to care for myself. I was the rock of this family, I did everything, provided all, did all, and suddenly, I was unable to and the burden shifted to my sons and my sister for a few weeks.
I knew most of this, what he said, because Mark and I had a long talk about it one afternoon while Sebastian was off playing with friends.
Mark told me everything, how much Sebastian cried and worried.
He's a loving kid, but has a hard time expressing himself.
I was saving this part of the story for another post. I was hoping to do it today in a much nicer way but instead, I have to reply to some asshat thinking they know my family and me.
I forgot to post this here last night, I was still kinda pissed off but here's what I wrote. And I will add the photo evidence tomorrow.
I have a beautiful leather living room set, ok, had a beautiful leather living room set.
When I came home from the hospital in late February, I noticed a very small tear on one of the cushions of the sofa. These cushions are one piece, do not flip, do not come apart.
One small tear.
Ok, I can deal with that.
Slowly over these last few months, that small tear has grown to the size of a baseball.
The padding inside the cushion is being picked at, it's obvious someone in this house is doing this.
For weeks now, both sons have denied all involvement in this destruction of the sofa.
Tonight though, I just threw it out that I knew that Sebastian was the culprit and I forced him to sign an IOU stating when he grows up, he owes me one leather sofa.
He still denied it yet signed it anyway very angrily.
A few minutes later, I casually asked how the tears and scratches are happening to it.
He let it slip out, after weeks of denial, that he used a fork to destroy my couch.
The look on his face was a pure oh shit moment. Like did she hear me say that? Please god, let her not have heard my confession.
I heard it.
I was stunned.
A fork.
He used a fork to destroy my sofa.
I am restraining myself pretty damn well.
I haven't yelled or stormed off in a huff. I haven't hit or threatened to kill him.
I am sitting here, blood boiling, anger raging, deep inside me.
A fork.
He destroyed my furniture with a fork.
They have a 4 day weekend.
No school Monday for the holiday, and no school Tuesday for one of those professional days.
I will make it through this without harming him.
But what started off as a joke about that IOU, is now going to be fucking notarized and I'm going to make that little crapper buy me a new sofa when he grows up.
What are you supposed to do if one nail breaks? Cut all the rest down? Wear a fake till it grows back out?
Yes, I burned my middle finger.
I always burn myself every single time I make chicken. I don't understand it.
