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That makes me kinda sad. I may just have to adopt a neighborhood kid so the free candy never ends.
This was in someones front yard. It kicked much ass.
And one really well done pumpkin.
On the back, the guy carved, "You trick me, I shoot you."
LOL!
Now, off to eat my share of the haul. After all, I took them out with my trusty flashlight and directed them to all the best houses. ;)
Last week, I posted about product testing sandwich bags. About 10 minutes ago, DHL shows up with a box, I open it hoping it's not something I don't use again, and it was 2 bottles of ranch dressing. One marked use first, the other marked use second.
Regular size bottles.
How much ranch dressing does someone use in a two week period?
Anyway, we'll use them and send in the results and get paid however they are going to pay me.
Maybe I can fill sandwich bags with ranch dressing and bomb people tomorrow night while trick or treating.
I hate it.
This is also a reminder to do that thingy that's been sitting on the arm of my couch for the last 5 days as soon as I feel like sitting here longer than 3 seconds.
Went out to breakfast with my adorable nieces and sister and my teens, then went to best buy and got them another monitor. If they somehow manage to kill this one, I will kill them.
Her name is Stella. She told me.
She replaces the late great Rufus who lasted 7 years, 2 viruses, and 2 computers before finally dying slowly, and I'm sure painfully, in what I call the black haze of death. His screen slowly over a period of time went black and couldn't be recovered.
3 other monitors tried to take his place but simply couldn't live up to his superior long lasting gaming hours.
Rufus will be missed dearly and we shall lay him to rest tomorrow night curbside along with the other 3 who failed miserably at their jobs.
Rest in peace Rufus.
I'm still home. Ian never showed. He hasn't been answering anyone's calls or texts. No one knows where he is or if he's ok.
He better have a damn good excuse for blowing off this party.
Damn that Ian for not being in a constant party preparedness state.
My nails are done, a deep, dark purple.
I will take a shower a little bit later and get dressed in my black jeans, my Jack Skellington t-shirt, my black sheer sparkly shirt over that, my combat boots and do my hair all wild.
I am gonna go crazy heavy on the makeup and stuff too. Lots of jewelry to boot. I have my microphone all ready.
I'm gonna put in my skull tongue ring too. It's a bit clunky so I'll just have to be careful with it. Don't want to knock out a tooth. ;)
Sis will be here shortly to pick up the boys to take them to her house for the night so I'm basically free with no worries.
I'm gonna take my camera to try and catch all the cool costumes and stuff.
I can't wait. It's been ages since I've been to a Halloween party. I've spent the last 12 years trick or treating with the boys so to finally go to an adult costume party should be loads of fun.
Y'all have a great weekend.
Later days!
That is all.
I changed my mind about my costume this morning. I don't want to be a cat burglar. I'm gonna be a rock star. I mean, I have the hair, why not?...lol
My back is freaking out today, left hip actually. I'm trying really hard to rest it as much as possible before tomorrow night. It's gonna be a long night, I know that. North Tampa, an hour to get there, party till 2-3am, an hour drive back. Long night.
I'm doing more laundry, dishes, gotta figure out dinner and stuff.
Nothing much else going on.
Later days.
The weather is perfect, maybe high 70's, perfect.
I've done some laundry, some dishes, did a little cleaning, worked on my cat burglar costume for Saturday nights party.
Yeah, I'm lame this year. I usually go all out as a dead person, (car crash victim, stabbing victim, zombie, dead teacher etc) but this year, I want/need to be as comfortable as possible.
I don't want to get home as late as I know we will be, and have to spend an hour peeling off face glue which held in dirt and gravel or pockets of fake blood that when pressed lightly, would ooze. I don't want to peel stuff out of my hair either.
Comfort is key this year, but next year, I am already planning it.
The boys will be spending the night with my sister and my nieces so I don't have to worry about them calling me every hour either just to "check up on me". It's cute but oh so annoying after the first 5-6 times.
Last night I posted about the predator search and that one really messed up guy with all those convictions. It baffles me that he is still out there somewhere, but I also posted his search results elsewhere and got some startling replies to predators in general.
It really surprised me.
Some people don't think that regular people should be able to tell others about a predator in their neighborhood.
The reasons they gave in some cases were valid, like a guy who is 18 and sleeps with his 16 year old girlfriend (in FLA, 16 is legal consent age but not in some other states) and then she gets mad at him and calls it rape. That guy is then forever, labeled an offender.
But in general, these people don't think that as a parent, I should have the right to warn other parents about predators. To not give them the database to search for them, or even go door to door when a new and dangerous one moves into the hood.
Sarasota county does not go door to door when predators move into your hood like they do elsewhere. That means, no cops come door to door with fliers alerting you to a new offender.
So then how will parents know if they don't know about the database?
Should we not have access to it?
One reason that was given was that ok, maybe the guy did make a mistake in his life and have sex with a child. That was one time, he's now an offender, but it doesn't mean he'll do it again.
Uh? Hello? He made a mistake and had sex with a child?!
I don't call fucking a little kid a mistake. I call it child molestation. I don't care if the guy did it once or 100 times, he still fucked a child. People should know that someone has done it before.
"He only did it once" they say. One time is one time too many for me.
I think people have a right to know that a) he did it, b) he lives here at such and such an address, and c) what if he wants to do it again?
The best way to ensure he doesn't do it again is to make people aware that we know, that we know where he lives, that we are watching him.
Knowing won't always stop them, but it has to help in some small way.
Last year, I went trick or treating with the boys for about an hour or so, as long as I could tolerate all the walking. About 2 streets back from us, there are 2 pedos living in the same house. Terms of their release say they can't be within so many miles of a school, they are warned about kid holidays like Halloween, no decorations, no handing out candy, keep your porch lights off so that kids don't even go to your door.
Last year, those 2 pedos had decorated, were sitting in their driveway with huge bowls of candy. Kids were going to them.
I started telling kids no and told them to just stay with me and my kids. I don't know where their parents were but obviously, not with them.
If I saw other parents walking with their kids, I warned them not to go there and why. People had no idea, no clue just how many pedos lived in our 8 block radius, never mind our whole zip code.
There are 67 pedos in our 8 block radius. Scary thought.
I told those parents about the FDLE site and to do a search every month or so. Just to be safe, just to know.
I also called the police and told them about that house. They went there and took both of those men in for violating the terms of their release. The cops came to my house after to tell me thanks, that I had done the right thing.
So this confused me when I had posted this and got the replies I did, that some people felt I was in the wrong warning other parents and kids.
There's also the guy who works at the Publix in the bakery, taking orders and making cakes for kids birthdays. Publix had no clue about his conviction for an act on a child under age 12. Either they had no clue or were covering their butts. They didn't fire him, they just moved him to the store room as a storage clerk.
Someone told me I was wrong to do that. That I invaded this guys life and might have cost him his job.
Ask me if I care. This man did something sexual to a kid under age 12 and I'm supposed to feel bad that he might have lost his job? No, I don't think so. I will not feel bad about it. If anything, he should feel bad for lying about his conviction and Publix should feel bad for not doing a more thorough background check, or, if in the case they were covering butts, never placed him in direct contact with kids. At the bakery, they hand out free cookies, I had seen this man handing cookies to kids all the time before I recognized his face on the FDLE.
Am I wrong to do what I do? To care enough about not just my kids, but other peoples kids as well, to tell people about a predator?
I don't fucking think so. Not today, not tomorrow, not fucking ever.
That just dawned on me. One week from today, I go see my surgeon to see how well my fusion is doing. It's hard to believe it's almost 9 months since the surgery. I can't wait to see new updated xrays and see how it's all doing in there.
It's also LOST night.
Those of you who watch LOST, do you stay and watch The Nine after?
I've tried to give that show a chance, I really have, but ugh, I am just not digging it at all.
It's boring. Ok, they all were in a bank when it got robbed and held hostage for 52 hours. One died. This is their lives after.
Boring. It's just not interesting, can't hold my attention.
I won't be giving it a chance anymore. Done.
Kim won a $25 gift certificate to Amazon
I'm just saving up all my gift certificates and Amazon earnings so come closer to Christmas, I can get the boys stuff they want.
Nova sleeps with her eyes open. It's creepy.
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It's that time of year again where we take our kids door to door to beg strangers for candy and other goodies, so double check your hood to see who bought that house, moved into that apartment. You never know who your new neighbor is.
There are 155 registered sexual offenders in my zip code.
This disgusting creeps last known address was on my street.
Click on his list of convictions to be absolutely mortified that this man is still out there, at large somewhere. I haven't seen him on our street, but he has lived in almost every state in this country and has committed a sexual crime in every state he's lived in.
How the hell does this man keep getting out of jail?! Does he have a great lawyer or is he escaping? Holy fucking shit. I don't think I've ever seen a sexual predator with such a long list. I'm actually sick to my stomach now.
Parents, please check the national database I've linked, or check your own states database. Most states have ones on line and they are free of charge. The one I linked is free and it covers the whole nation.
Keep your kids safe this Halloween and year round by checking the database every month or so.
I have been doing on line surveys and product testing just about as long as I've had net service. It's fun, I earn points and sometimes cash from doing the stuff.
The FedEx guy was here about an hour ago with my newest product to test.
I thought it was gonna be hand lotions or salad dressings like before.
Nope.
It's sandwich bags.
50 of them.
2 plain white boxes with numbers on them to indicate to the company which brands they sent me.
I have to test all 50 of them, one box at a time, and then report back to them how they work to get paid.
I don't use sandwich bags.
The kids don't take lunches to school. They prefer nacho day or cha cha chicken day, over a cold sandwich packed with love by mom.
I have no idea what to do with them all considering we don't use sandwich bags for anything. I use freezer bags for stuff, but not these.
They are zip lock bags so I could think of neat things to do to test them like, fill them up with water, (to test how well they hold liquid) and then throw them at passing cars, or give them to the kids to play water balloon fights with to test durability.
I dunno.
What would you do with 50 ziploc bags over a 2 week time period?
The teens say it's cold. I think they have no idea what cold is but that's what happens when they've pretty much grown up here.
It's in the 50's at night and in the morning.
They couldn't find any of their sweatshirts this morning.
Hrm, whose fault is that?
I'd say it's their fault.
I wash, dry and fold the clothes, they just have to put them away. Like how they put them away?
I love it.
They have gone for a walk to 7-11 and when they come back, guess what they'll be doing?
Going through all the clothes to find their sweatshirts and jackets.
And find my sweatshirts I've loaned them as well.
I may go into some detail on my private blog when I can fully put my thoughts down, but not here.
I will just say how very frustrating the matter is and it's a terrible shame that everybody I have spoken to, has passed the buck in some way.
I went down to Wal*greens and picked up my meds for this week, and chatted with my neighbor for a few, she gave me a ride which I am always grateful for.
Backachers unite!...lol
The boys got their report cards and did ok, not super great, but it's first quarter and first quarter is always rough. Usually by the time they reach the end of the first quarter, they are just starting to get into the swing of things and classes and then report cards come out. I expect 2nd quarter grades to be better now that they are used to teachers and schedules and all that jazz.
I am trying to make appointments for the boys to see their doctor but he's out of the office till the 30th. Figures. Just when I need him to take a look at Mark, he's not in.
No, Mark isn't sick or anything like that, just complaining of a backache.
I know it has a great deal to do with the amount of books he has to carry all day and everyday to and from school. Students are not allowed to leave any books in their lockers at night, all books have to be taken home every night and brought back everyday. The school has an open hallway system with a gate that closes at night after sports practices are over but they have had repeated locker break ins for years so students have to carry home all 7 class periods of books every single night and bring them back every single morning.
Mark rides his bike to and from school and this weight in his backpack is starting to take a toll on him.
Back problems can be genetic so I'm concerned.
My own over use of my back for years made my back a giant piece of shit and is what caused my scoliosis to spiral out of control and cause nerve and disc damage.
I'd like to avoid this with the boys if I can.
I don't see a curve in his spine just yet, but he tells me where it hurts and how it hurts and that has caused me great concern now.
It makes me kind of crazy though that he just informed me of this yesterday as we walked home from the store. He says it's been hurting like this for months. Why just now tell me?!
I can't get him to a doctor and get him help if I don't know about it right?
Kids, they never tell you the important stuff in a timely fashion. They wait until something hurts so bad they can't hold it in any longer.
If it is scoliosis, you can bet your sweet ass it will be taken care of while he's young. Young people seem to heal better from any needed surgeries than adults do.
They are back up and at their sports and other activities within just 6 months, while adults seem to have problems for the rest of their lives in some way or another.
If it is scoliosis and they require a brace for him, he's gonna hate it. I've talked to other young people who wear the braces and they just hate them. Not because of discomfort, but because it's time consuming to put on and get off. Lots of straps and straps in places that make it feel weird. The hard shell braces like mine aren't used for bracing anymore, those are for after surgery more these days. They use these really tight spandex type ones now with a ton of straps that have to be continually tightened over time, like teeth braces get tightened. The gradual tightening is done so the spine can gradually take the shape it needs to.
But again, I don't see a curve yet. I check both of them every month for shoulder levels, slight curves, bending tests to look for rib humps etc.
I hope it's just the weight of the books causing him the pain. Maybe the doctor will write him a note giving the school no option but to let him leave his books in his locker considering we have a family history of back problems.
Ok, I've rambled on long enough. I will get to emails in a bit and attempt to write up privately the legal matter.
Later days.
So I got another bad 12 pack of soda. I can't believe this keeps happening to me. It's crazy. 12 cans, all chemical tasting and nasty. The kids won't even drink it. It's that bad.
And it gives me a headache.
I'm bored and watching edited movies on CW44. Grosse Pointe Blank
I'm that bored.
I am watching The Lake House
I didn't return it on the due date, Thursday, I forgot. Lucky for me, Movie Gallery no longer charges late fees, they just re-rent it to you for another week, so on Monday, I will return it.
It's an interesting somewhere in time kind of movie.
Kate (Sandra Bullock) and Alex (Keanu Reeves), live 2 years apart from each other, he in 2004, and she in 2006.
They correspond through letters and a magic mailbox as I've dubbed it.
They are meant to be together, it's obvious by all the various seemingly random path crossings in each others lives during the 2 years. They do eventually hook up in 2006 through a series of events and near deaths.
It's kind of hard to explain, but it is a good movie.
And is it just me, or does Sandra get more beautiful as she ages?
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I was checking out my Amazon affiliate account tonight, I haven't looked at it in ages, and saw they now offer a neat feature. It's called an astore.
Affiliates add in items of their choosing and Amazon then builds a storefront with those items. You can customize how it looks and what's in the sidebar etc. I'll be changing it up every now and then with new items.
So I played around with it and I like it!
Wanna see?
Check out my Amazon store!
I also want to send a big shout out to my advertisers, please click on their links and check them out.
The blogads are at the top of the sidebar on the Keanu skin and a little further down on the others.
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Thanks!
1. FIRST NAME? Kathleen
2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Yes, two aunts.
3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? Last week when I was sick.
4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? No.
5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCHMEAT? Boars Head BBQ chicken breast. Yummy.
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Yes.
7. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? Duh-ur.
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yes.
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? No.
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Golden Grahams.
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? No.
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Right now, physically, not very strong at all. Mentally, emotionally, extremely strong.
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? Chocolate.
14. SHOE SIZE? 10.
5. RED OR PINK? Red.
16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? My inability to be completely immature.
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? Several people equally.
18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? I'm bored and I stole it so whatever.
19. WHAT COLOR PANTS, SHIRT AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Black t-shirt, black shorts, no shoes or socks.
20. LAST THING YOU ATE? I've had 3 diet sodas today.
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Days of our lives is on the tv.
22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Black.
23. FAVORITE SMELL? Citrus.
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Mark called me from school.
25. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO? Eyes.
26. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON you stole THIS from? Sure.
27. FAVORITE DRINK? Diet pepsi.
28. FAVORITE SPORT? I like hockey.
29. EYE COLOR? Brown.
30. HAT SIZE? No clue.
31. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Yes.
32. FAVORITE FOOD? Chicken or pizza.
33. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Scary.
35. SUMMER OR WINTER? Florida winters rock.
36. HUGS OR KISSES? Both are equally nice.
37. FAVORITE DESSERT? Chocolate.
38. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? No clue.
39. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? No idea.
40. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? I'm still trying to get through The Last Juror.
41. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? No mouse pad, I have a trackball.
42. WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV? Grey's Anatomy.
43. FAVORITE SOUNDS? Music and laughter.
44. ROLLING STONE OR BEATLES? Both.
45. THE FURTHEST YOU'VE BEEN FROM HOME? New Orleans was the furthest I have ever been.
46. WHAT'S YOUR SPECIAL TALENT? I have a skill for recalling phone numbers.
47. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Biddeford Maine.
48. WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? I stole it from another blogger.
I ended up having a completely stressful afternoon so I didn't get anything done at all.
I have a ton of emails to answer, I hate not replying to stuff.
I swear, I'll get to everything.
As much as it looked like a table full of useless junk, it wasn't.
I had a ton of very important papers just strewn about on there. I sorted every single piece of paper, photos, shirts, stickers, toys, buttons, beads etc. It's all clean and now, I can sit down at some point today hopefully, and do what I wanted to do.
I read something the other day about trying to always blog witty and funny, and that no one wants to read the boring mundane shopping or cleaning lists.
Pshaw to that!
If it's important enough for you, then it's important.
Life isn't always funny and exciting. Sometimes, most of the time, life is the day to day shit that everybody does.
That table has been eating at me since I came home from the hospital. I walked by it everyday, laid more shit on it, moved things around on it in attempts to find other things.
It's important to me that I finally conquered the beast in my dining room.
It's not symbolic of anything else, it doesn't mean I've finally overcome any demons or anything like that. There's no funny ending to the story. I just finally cleaned off the table that has been building since the end of February.
If that's not something people want to read, they can click away.
People take their blogs far too seriously.
Later days.
I am so sick of the campaign ads, I want to kill them all.
Oh no, I just said a bad thing. Please don't send the Feds after me like that 14 year old girl on Myspace.
I'm just tired of all the negative campaign ads, all the regular campaign ads.
I just can't stand it. Every other commercial is making me more and more crazy.
Why can't they just stick to their platforms? Why do they have to sling shit back and forth? All that shit slinging makes me want to not vote for any of your dumb asses.
Just tell me what the hell you plan on doing if you get the job ok?
Thanks.
It came to me while I slept. I got up and was ready to get started on it and then I realized I still haven't contended with the mess on my table.
Do you think I did anything about that mess?
No, I haven't. I just don't even know where to begin.
There's now articles of clothing on there, toys, nick knacks, pictures, bills, flashlights, my giant spider for Halloween that I wanted to hang up on the ceiling, but as you can see, it's now buried under a pile of who knows what.
:(
It is the one area of my house that has gotten zero attention in months.
I really believe I need help conquering it now. It's overwhelimg me to look at it, and overwhelming me to start the clean up.
A train hits a bus filled with Catholic school girls and they all perished.
They are in heaven trying to enter the pearly gates when St. Peter asks the first girl, "Tiffany, have you ever had any contact with a male organ?" She giggles and shyly replies, "Well, I once touched the head of one with the tip of my finger." St. Peter says, "Okay, dip the tip of your finger in the Holy Water and pass through the gate."
St. Peter asks the next girl the same question, "Sandra, have you ever had any contact with a male organ?" The girl is a little reluctant but replies, "Well, once I fondled and stroked one." St. Peter says, "Okay, dip your whole hand in the Holy Water and pass through the gate."
All of a sudden, there is a lot of commotion in the line of girls. One girl is pushing her way to the front of the line. When she reaches the front, St. Peter says, "Reva, What seems to be the rush?" The girl replies, "If I'm going to have to gargle that Holy Water, I want to do it before Jessica sticks her ass in it."
*Blatantly stole it from somewhere else.
I paid my phone bill in full last Wednesday, the whole bill, a whopping $58.97. Huge I know.
Then Friday, they sent me a final notice for an amount of $117.86
Huh?
I call them. The automated voice thingy says that I owe a completely different amount of $63.95
The bitch who took that call said either I paid that amount or I'd be shut off TODAY.
I call again at 8am this morning. Some new bitch says yes ma'am, you owe us $63.95. Pay it today and we won't shut you off. I even explain to her I, a) paid the bill and b) the discrepancies in the shut off notice and the auto system. She says it's a glitch but I still owe it.
I demand a supervisor.
Supervisors at Verizon call you back within 4 hours.
Well, 4 hours passed, no call.
I call them back. Speak to a guy named Patrick who looks at my account and says "I don't know why they sent you that notice or why they said you owe us $63.95. As a matter of fact, you have a credit on your account of $48.00. You overpaid the last 2 months."
I said I paid what the bills told me to pay. He can't explain that one at all but tells me not to worry about my phone getting shut off. I make sure to get his name and Verizon badge number just in case those messed up fuckers do try to shut me off. I will go fucking psycho screaming banshee on their asses over the phone man.
How the hell can they fuck up a bill so badly?
I was feeling much better by this afternoon and I noticed how shitty my shopping while sick turned out.
I bought 5 bags of frozen chicken breasts and a few 12 packs of soda, and basically, odds and ends crap. No real plan yesterday, my mind was elsewhere (like the bathroom) obviously.
So this afternoon, my neighbor took us back to the store, she had shopping to do as well, and we all got everything we needed.
Yay!
I don't want to go back again this week, I don't care what I forgot this time.
While we were there, we saw Mark's third grade teacher, Mrs. S. He was so tiny when he was in her class, she barely recognized him he's gotten so tall. She said when it comes time to do his required community service for high school, to come do it in her classroom. She loves having her old students come back.
He was so embarrassed to see her, but I reminded him teachers like that kind of thing. They like seeing where their students go, how well they are doing in school and life. She was so happy to see him, she had this huge smile on her face.
Finally this week, we are gonna take Mark down to get his permit. We planned on this two months ago but every time we went to do it, something happened that stopped us.
I was sick, my sister got sick, her daughters got sick, her van took a crapper. You know, whatever can go wrong when you have a good plan, will go wrong. It was just one thing after another for the last two months.
Keep your fingers crossed we actually get to do it this week.
His Big, George, wants to take him out driving and help teach him.
Mark and George are excited to start driving together.
I can't believe how long they have been big and little. It's been 8 years.
This is when they first got together.
I need an updated pic of them together. George has been such a good influence on him, they talk about everything, they are there for each other whenever they need one another.
Not too much else happening around here. Heroes is on tonight. Such an interesting show, leaves you hanging every week.
Ok, off to find dinner for myself, the boys bought subs and already woofed those down.
Later days.
P.S. It looks like blogrolling is back up and running. Yay!
While I'd like to say that everything is hunky dory, I can't. The surgery did straighten me out and I'm relieved with that. I stand tall for the first time in my life, but the pre-surgery pain still exists although on a somewhat less level.
I still have terrible days where I just lay in bed with heating pads and take a million hot showers and rub cura heat or bengay all over my lower back and hips.
I wish it wasn't that way, but I knew that pain relief was not a guarantee.
Things are getting easier as each day passes. I can do more and more.
I tied my own shoes for the first time since surgery, I managed to take care of my own toes, not polish, but at least they aren't a mile long and in desperate need of attention.
I can shave my lower legs without assistance finally. Yay!
I still have trouble getting up and down from reaching for things in the lower cabinets and stuff. I'm sure in time that will get easier.
Other issues have come up like the flaming ulcer of death which does need medical attention. I see Doc M. on the first and will explain all this to him and hope he can help me out. I know he can, what am I saying? He's been an amazing doctor and his whole staff is simply amazing. They have never left me hanging for anything. Calls and emails are always returned within a few hours.
I dunno. I thought I'd be farther along with all of this. I thought things would be magically fixed ya know? I mean, I knew they wouldn't, but there was always that hope, that wish, that things would just be so much better than the pre-surgery hell I was in everyday.
Some things are and some things aren't, and I guess it's just disappointing that I'm not so much farther than I am.
The biggest pain, the biggest aggravation, is the searing, burning pain in my hips sometimes. They just burn so hot that I can feel it through my clothes the heat coming off of them at times. I wonder when that will stop, if it will ever stop. If I'll end up needing those screws removed.
He said he can take those out a few years down the road if need be. I don't want to have more surgery, but if this burning shit doesn't go away in a year or two years, I'll do it just for the relief from that.
There's funny bits to all of this new torment at times. Like throwing up. It's interesting.
Like when you throw up, you can get right down there and hug the porcelain god. I can't. It's kind of comical standing above the bowl, arms stretched down and grasping the seat but still standing tall, hoping to get the puke in the bowl. Good aim is a requirement these days.
Attempting to pick things up off the floor is a balancing act. Trying to squat down as low as possible instead of just bending over and picking whatever it is up, I get to squat low and hope I don't fall over.
I leave a lot of things on the floor. Cat gack is left for the boys to clean up. I simply can't get down and clean it up. I drop a paper towel on it as a marker of sorts, so I don't step in it and mash it into the carpet.
Drop a sock on the floor out of the dryer? It might just stay there unless I attempt to grab it with my toes to pick it up.
It's a lot of various things that are new and challenging day by day. I hope in time they will all get easier to do.
Ok, enough of this reflection shit, it's depressing.
Later days.
The recently updated pinger thingy is not working. It has not been working for several days now. I have no idea who has updated or when. It is making me sad because I want to visit all my lovelies but don't know who has updated and who hasn't.
Fixing this would be much appreciated.
Thank you,
Kat
My ulcer is once again flared up and this time, it's killing me.
I am in agony in my lower abdomen, unable to keep food down or in.
I know that this is what happens on 5+ years of pain medication, I knew that my ulcer would only get worse and worse. The DGL helps a little bit, the yogurts are helping a little bit.
I dug out my keflex (antibiotic) script and had it refilled and am taking that even though I know the troubles I end up with when I take that. I have to do something.
I've taken my meds and am now off to try and sleep.
It was a horrendous night of puking and shitting (TMI, sorry) and this morning going to get my med refills and buy a little bit of groceries for the house, was a fucking nightmare. I was in and out of the Publix restroom more times than I wanted to be and the poor cashier whose station is just ahead of it, must have thought I was contagious by the look on her face every time I entered and exited. Hahah! I don't mean to laugh, but had I been in a thinking mood, I would have snapped the poor girls face on that last exit from the restroom. She looked truly horrified and must have said something to the customer that was with her, because they both stared at me with eyes bulging and their hands over their mouths as I walked past them to get my basket and rejoin Sebastian to try and finish shopping.
It was a priceless look of dear god, I hope she's not contagious.
Sebastian then called a cab and they said a 30 minute wait. Oh dear fucking god no. So I had him call our neighbor and beg her to come get us. I gave her the money I would have paid the cab, so it's not like I asked for a free ride. She didn't want to take it but I made her. A ride is a ride and I always pay my way.
Before we even left the parking lot, I yelled for Sebastian to dump out one bag of groceries and hand me the bag as fast as possible.
I threw up in her car. I feel terrible about that. But at least I only vomited in the bag and didn't make a mess.
I am so sorry.
I just couldn't even hold sips of water down. I'm as dehydrated as a lizard in the middle of the desert. (yes, they can too get dehydrated, they are not camels)
We came home, we put everything away and scanned it all, and then I tried to lay down but I have been up and down, up and down, since. Bah. I need all the meds to kick in here soon or I'm gonna go nuts and end up at the ER. My neighbor was like "Girl, you are not well at all. You need a doctor." Yeah, no shit, but I really don't feel like spending such a beautiful day in the ER. I'd rather spend it at home in my bed, or on the couch, or in the recliner, with the door and windows open. It' so stinking gorgeous outside today. It's sunny, but only mid-60's, there's a breeze. Oh man, it's awesome. I love the fresh air after months of keeping the house sealed up tighter than a drum so no heat gets in and no AC gets out.
It's just perfect weather today.
Yesterday, Mark had a friend over and I had sent them to Publix to buy dinner for themselves because there was no way I could cook. The smell of food when my ulcer acts up is enough to have me in the fetal position on the bathroom floor sucking my thumb and begging for my mommy.
They went and while down there, they went and got me a special treat. No, not food, Mark and Sebastian know what food does to me when I'm like this.
They went to Movie Gallery and rented The Lake House
It was good, what I could watch of it. I was just so ill last night. I'm hoping I get to feeling better so that I can at least lay down comfortably for a solid two hours and watch it all the way through. I missed so many scenes. *sigh*
And yes, they used my money to rent it, but it was such a sweet gesture that I couldn't get mad at them for not asking and just doing. They just wanted to see me smile instead of laying in bed with tears streaming down my face.
They are truly wonderful little house doctors ya know. I'd love to see one or both of them, get into medicine. They have such great bedside manners and are so helpful. They have been through so much with me these last years seeing me sick and in pain, and they still just keep helping and doing small things to try and make me feel better.
They can be brats as all kids can be, but 98% of the time, they are just truly awesome kids and I couldn't be more proud of them even though they fight, and rip leather couches, and make messes, they rock. I need to try and remember all the small things when they piss me off, like yesterday's surprise Keanu movie.
Ok, I think I need to lay down, the meds are kicking in cuz I'm getting all chatty and loopy...lol
Later days.
For some, there is no such thing as salvation.
Watch that trailer.
I need a new battery for my phone, so I went to Amazon
Amazon does not sell this battery themselves, I had to purchase it from the merchant.
I found the battery I needed, the cost was $9.95. It weighs about 6 ounces at most.
I checked out, and they charged me $15.49 for shipping and handling!
I know they jacked up that price because if you look at their shipping and handling prices, there is no way in hell I should have been charged that much. It should have been $8-$9 at the most for standard shipping right?
I cancelled the order immediately after I saw that, and then sent them an email asking why it was so much. They still haven't replied.
I sent Amazon an email too asking why they allow merchants to jack up shipping/handling when the sellers profiles clearly state different prices.
Amazon said that merchants have to abide by the prices they have set forth in their profiles and they would look into this particular sale and charges.
It burns my ass.
Yes, what I purchased was a small sale, just 1 item, but that doesn't give them the right to raise the shipping cost to make a bigger profit.
I ordered some other things from Amazon the same day, and 1 was an item from another merchant, just 1 item again, much bigger, much more pricey, and they stuck by their shipping and handling prices they have on their sellers profile. The item was well over 5lbs and cost me $27.83, and they only charged me $8.00 to ship by FedEx.
This clearly tells me that the first seller was jacking the price up to make a larger profit.
I've seen this happen on Ebay before. The seller states one price in the sale, and then changes the shipping at checkout because your winning bid was clearly lower than they wanted to sell for, so they want to try and make up that lost money.
It's not right and it pisses me off.
The Secular Coalition for America (SCA) will award one thousand dollars ($1,000) to the person who identifies the highest level atheist, humanist, freethinker or other nontheist currently holding elected public office in the United States of America.* The SCA is an advocacy organization representing the interests of nontheists in the nation's capital.Although our Constitution states, "no religious Test shall ever be required as a Qualification to any Office or public Trust under the United States," the religion of our elected officials figures prominently in America. As a nation, we have made progress in preventing religious bias from influencing some electoral choices. John F. Kennedy in 1960 was the first Roman Catholic to become President and Keith Ellison from Minnesota, if elected this November, would become the first Muslim to be elected to Congress. Members of other groups once precluded from the political arena because of prejudice (such as women, African Americans, Jews, Mexican Americans, Mormons and gay/lesbians) have been elected to public offices; however, atheists, humanists, freethinkers and other nontheists are invisible in the electoral arena.
Found via Stupid Evil Bastard
I just remembered there's no school tomorrow.
What am I gonna do with them all day long?
Bah.
What happened just now?
Sebastian and I had the inevitable haircut argument.
I have been allowing the both of them to do basically what they want to do with their hair. It's their hair after all right?
And who knew long hair on boys was making a come back?
All of their friends come over and not a single one of them has a traditional boys haircut. They all have long shaggy locks.
The only thing I have asked of them is to keep it out of their faces while in my presence. Mark keeps his out of his face all the time, but does love the shaggy look.
Sebastian's hair is growing really long, and he likes it hanging down in his face. I hate that.
I moved his hair out of his face after he gave me a hug and he threw a fit, which caused me to tell him again the rule of shaggy hair while with me.
He pitched a bigger fit, so I laid down the law.
Keep it out of your face from now on, or on Saturday, we're walking up the street to the barbers and I'm gonna tell him to chop it all off.
He got really upset, almost near tears. I do understand how the idea of cutting your hair is, I'd probably cry if mine was cut off, for months.
But he has to follow the rules. Keep it clean, brushed, and out of the face. He looks like a thug criminal with it all messy and hanging down that way.
I knew the day of having to threaten over the hair would come.
Ok, here are some pics, it's a bit dark looking because my bathroom is a bit on the dark side, lighting in there just sucks no matter how many bulbs I put in the ceiling light.
I feel so much better than I did on Sunday through yesterday, so I went and did all my shopping and got the kitties some food, they are very happy kitties now.
I wish the boys would tell me when we are starting to run low though. I hate making the kitties wait for breakfast like that.
I came home, and as I put all my groceries and purchases away from Walgreen's, (they had a sale on vitamins) I scanned them all with the little scanner thingy. Reminded me of when I worked at Publix as a cashier..lol
Scan beep, scan beep. tee hee.
I picked up some hair dye at Walgreen's too. Burgundy. I'm dying my hair dark burgundy today. I'm bored and need a change. I'll post pics if I end up liking it. If not, no pics of me again till it grows out. :D
I need to do some laundry and wash the frying pans.
The boys have been doing really good with chores and stuff, they have been coming home, doing homework, then chores, then they get to play. It's been working out really well.
The fighting has definitely decreased since I implemented the new plan.
They hate having more and more chores to do with every fight they get into so they have been not fighting nearly as much.
Ok, I'm hungry and have some stuff to take care of.
Later days.
I just have to call one place later on and get them to switch CC cards over for me, and my bills will be done.
W00t!
Right now, I'm getting dressed and ready to go to the store to get all the house supplies, and cat food before the kitties start gnawing on my toes.
I had only crumbs left in their bucket this morning and the looks I got, it felt like they were going to maul me.
I better get a move on.
Later days.
Sick, tired, angry, mad, pissed, sad, upset, tormented, confused, used, exhausted, need a shower, need to eat, need caffeine, need peace, need quiet, want thanks, want love, want fun, want out.
*bang*
Have you read my private entry? Day 2 of this is going on.
*double bang*
I woke up this morning with a massive migraine again. Dizzy, lightheaded, nauseous, all over again, all day long.
This is not pleasant.
Icky feeling I am.
Oprah was interesting today though. All about poop and body functions people are too afraid to ask their doctors.
I'm not a huge fan of Oprah, I can watch her show, but I'm not an Oprahmaniac. She gets annoying after awhile.
Like this stupid road trip her and her friend Gayle took, who fucking cares. They got in a car and went on a road trip and stopped a bunch of places, and surprised people and oh my god, it's Oprah!
Yay. *waves finger in little circles*
But today's show was informative at least.
Poop, colors of poop, diarrhea is actually good for you. Who knew?
I thought it meant you were sick and stuff.
Nope, it just means your body knows whatever you ate is bad for you and is trying to get rid of it as fast as possible so you don't get sick.
I have a ton of emails to catch up on and I will. Thank you so much for the information you did send me Annette. I will respond as quickly as I can.
I'm tired, and pissed off, and this migraine will not go away. It's making me crankier than I already was.
You know what I found last night while washing my face?
A ton of grey hairs at my temples. Like a lot.
I'm officially going grey all over. It was bad enough when I found a bunch of them on the top of my head, but to now see them sprouting up at my temples is just not fair.
I'm rambling because I'm exhausted and sick feeling and all I want to do is sleep.
Later days.
P.S. A private entry is up.
A few months ago, I received in my snail mail, an application for a company called Shoppers Hotline.
It was a free deal, they send you small grocery scanner which plugs into your phone jack and what you do is your normal grocery shopping, come home and as you put your stuff away, scan all your items, then total it out and add in your total, click end, voila'.
It took awhile to hear anything back, about a month. I got a phone call from them just asking basic questions like was I still interested, what stores are in my area, which one do I shop at most etc. I answered them and said I was still interested.
Why was I interested you may be wondering?
They give away prizes and gift cards etc after you rack up so many shopping trip points.
In addition, once in a while you get surveys and by completing them and sending them in, you get a bunch of extra points.
*Now on to the best part. You get entered into contests, for hundreds or thousands of prizes and there are a lot of winners from the top down to about $20. Some are for great gifts like a big screen TV, remodeling your kitchen, etc. What do you have to do? Nothing, as a member and as long as your're scanning, you are automatically entered. You also get a monthly letter which tells you your pts., the winners and little recipe ideas.* Blatantly stole this description from epinions.com
I got my scanner and base, batteries, T-splitter for the phone, and instructions this week. I plugged it all in and it took 24-48 hours for their computer to talk to my scanner, but once it did, it really did work.
I had to go to the store yesterday for just 2 items, toilet paper and soda.
I came home, scanned the items, clicked end trip, total, entered $4.02 and then end. It saved the data and then last night, I heard it beep, it was transmitting the data to their computers.
This is kinda cool. You all know how much I love paid surveys and stuff like that, so this was right up my alley. Either I, or the boys, go to the store a few times a week. Each trip is counted separately so the more you shop, the more points you earn. And it's not just grocery stores, it's department stores, gas, it has a listing for dollar stores, pharmacies, discount stores, club stores like Sam's and Costco, and specialty stores.
Each shopping trip is counted as it's own so no matter where you shop, you can enter it in and rack up points and be entered for prizes.
And because your scanner is in nightly toll free contact with their computers, when your batteries run low, they know and send you new ones, absolutely free. There is no cost to join it or keep the scanner operating properly.
If you might be interested, click the link above and enter your zip code and if they are accepting users in your area, they will get in touch with you.
It's a totally legit freebie and hey, I might just get some cool prizes and gift cards out of the deal just for spending money I was already spending anyway.
this is the migraine from hell.
I have felt horrid all day long. My left eye has been twitching thanks to the pounding migraine located right above my left eye.
I feel nauseous, and dizzy, lightheaded, like I might barf at any second.
Blah.
*chants* Please don't be the flu, please don't be the flu, Please don't be the flu, please don't be the flu, Please don't be the flu, please don't be the flu.
Hey! You people in the back, I can't hear you chanting with me. Everybody, all together now, 1, 2, 3, Please don't be the flu, please don't be the flu.
The release of The Little Mermaid on DVD happened this past Tuesday and while I do want it on DVD, this cover is just not as much fun as the original.
The original VHS cover which I own and still watch.
*you can click for bigger so you can see all the fun the original cover had.
I love this movie.
Last year, I sold off almost all of my kids Disney movies because well, they weren't little kids anymore, but I kept this one. It's my fave Disney movie of all time.
The phallic cover design is just a bonus.
The boobiethon raised $9190.50* $9260.50! this year!
That's so awesome!
Thanks to everyone who donated and sent in pictures, and promoted the site.
*I spoke too soon. Thanks for letting me know the updated total Robyn! Now, go get some sleep girl.
Like I said earlier, my sister and my nieces came over and brought breakfast from McD's. It's monopoly time again, and so I took all the little game pieces and went online and entered them. I didn't win a big prize, (would have been nice) but I did win 75 free 4x6 digital prints and free shipping and handling, from Snapfish.com.
That is so cool!
I can now print out some pics and mail them off to the grandparents. I know great grammy doesn't have a computer and it's been ages since I've sent her any recent pics of the boys. (I suck at snail mail) I'll mail a bunch to my folks as well. Yay for winning a useful prize at least!
I went searching my archives for pictures to upload to Snapfish and ended up spending nearly 2 hours reading old entries. I used to have so much more to say. Life seems to be at a standstill these days. It's all so routine anymore. Dull, boring. Blah.
For lunch, we went to Boston Market and had an awesome lunch. I love home style cooking and even more when I'm not the one slaving away to make it even though I do love to cook. Plus, the boys got to pick what they wanted. The girls were adorable but stupid me, I forgot the camera. Grrr. Oh well, next time I'll get new pics of them.
I got some more questions sent in by reader Kelly; Up til now what is your fondest memory? Is it from childhood or from your adult life? Has this memory help shape your life any? Like has it inspired you to something greater in your life?
I know this probably wasn't the kind of answer you were looking for, but it was a major moment in my life, a turning point if you will. It shaped me into the person I am today.
Just a heads up, today is the last day of the boobiethon so if you still want to send in a pic or two, you only have until 12pm (noon) to send one in, but we will be taking donations right up until 11:59pm tonight. It's been another awesome year, the total raised so far is $7485.50.
I'm proud to have helped out this year. I always send in a pic or two and promote the heck out of it, but this year I've been doing photo editing and it's been so much fun. People are so creative! I love it!
My sister and my nieces were just here and brought me and the boys breakfast from McDonald's, and now they are off to Selby Gardens for a bit and then coming back around noon to pick me up and go out to lunch to celebrate Skye's 2nd birthday.
She got her monkey I posted about last night, and she did freak out at first when the batteries were put in, screaming, turned white, near fainting, but now she loves it and was hugging it and playing with it.
Real ones may still scare the crap outta her but at least she is getting over it a little bit.
I'll probably take a bunch of pics while we are out this afternoon and post them later. My girls are so cute and huggable. I love them so much and don't get to see them nearly enough. They live too far away and sis works a lot so these visits are like the best.
I miss it when the boys were this small. *sigh*
Ok, off to check on photo submissions and answer emails and stuff.
I promise I will answer the last batch of questions that have come in later today. I promise!
Later days!
I so over did things today and boy am I paying for it right now.
I actually started paying for it around 5ish.
What did I do? I'll tell you what I did.
I decided I was super woman today and attempted to clean the whole house by myself while waiting on pic submissions to come in.
I scrubbed, I did laundry, I moved items around on the kitchen counter.
Not just small items, oh no no, I decided I was going to arrange the appliances today!
The huge microwave, the huge crock pot, the skillet, the Foreman grill, the sandwich maker. I was putting things on the floor(!), and then lifting them back up off the floor, and scooting them here, and there and back again on the counter.
It's sorta done but I'm still not satisfied with how it looks.
I'm in redecorating mode and because I can't do what I used to moving furniture around the living room, I set my sights on the small helpless appliances.
Hell, I'd move the damn fridge if my kitchen were bigger.
I want one of those bakers racks
Oh well.
Tomorrow morning, the boys will finish cleaning the rest of what I couldn't get to, and go to the pharmacy for me while I edit more pics for a few hours before my sister and my nieces come over to hang out with us.
I miss them so much. I don't see them nearly enough. Skye is now 2. I can't believe it.
I used to babysit her every day when sis first got her. She was so tiny, and now she's 2 and walking and talking and scared of monkeys.
Hee hee. It's such a funny story.
When they all went to Busch Gardens last time, Skye saw a monkey and it was just sitting nicely in it's pen (cage) for awhile and she was all cool with that. But then it decided it liked her or wanted to scare the crap outta her because suddenly, it jumped up at the enclosure right in front of her and did that monkey scream they do. Right in her face.
She turned white and fell over and started crying.
So what does my sister get her for her birthday? A Fur Real pet monkey.
She's gonna freak out but it's ok, it's cute. It's kinda funny watching her freak out about stuff.
Last time they were here, my tv screen turned blue cuz the movie ended and she backed up and fell over, like she was horrified by it.
She gets that way about a lot of things but it's cute and funny. She's just such a doll.
Susan has been asking for Aunty Kat all week and if sis doesn't bring her over soon, Susan is probably going to have a fit to end all fits.
I can't wait to see them.
Ok, I blathered on enough.
Later days.
My lips are so dried out and cracked and nothing is helping. I've been drinking water, using blistex, chapstick, lip balms, lip creams etc etc. Nothing is helping, so I decided why not try Neosporin? It heals things right?
So I slathered some on my lips and some accidentally got in my mouth.
Ewww!
Not tasty at all! *gag*
Point of this? Tell me a good dried lip healer thingy to use.
I fixed my doctor dilemma. I spoke to my nurse Cindy and she had me call medical records and just have them transfer my records, don't even bother dealing with Dr. W and his nurse. Go around the problem...lol
So all is well again in that arena.
The boobiethon is in day 5 and doing great! ($5164.00!!!) So if you haven't sent in a submission or donation, go check it out.
Later days!
Of course you do! Ok, maybe not but if I don't get this out, I will murder someone by days end.
I found my surgeon, Dr. M, I can be his patient again but he needs my files and xrays and stuff from Dr. W's office. This shouldn't be a problem right? I mean, we do have a right to switch doctors whenever we want I assumed.
Oh no, not with Dr. W.
Dr. W's nurse said that I cannot transfer my records until I have one office visit with him, and one office visit with his pain management guy. On November 28th.
My appointment with Dr. M is on November 1st.
You see the problem I'm having?
Oh, it gets better too.
Dr. W's nurse also said they will not refill my scripts until I see both these doctors on the 28th.
Um, yeah.
I have my surgeon back, I want my records transferred but no, oh no no, they don't want to do that.
I hate Dr. W and I have never even met him.
and insert your foot so deep you're now choking on it?
Yeah, I just did that tonight.
I am an ass of epic proportions and very, terribly, sorry.
Holy crap! $4394.00 I can't believe how much the boobiethon has raised and it's only nearing the end of day 4.
This is fantastic!
You are all awesome!
W00t!
Terry asked; I already know part of the answer to this question, but I'll ask anyway: if you could have a menage-a-quatre with any three guys, who would they be and why?I have to pick 3 guys?! I'm gonna be one tired girlie...lol
Ok, definitely Keanu cuz he's the hottness and there's just something about quiet, private men that fascinate me.
Let's see, Glenn Danzig. Yes I know, he's short and old, but he's built pretty decent and that voice, oh my yes, that voice.
And lastly, Maynard Keenan of TOOL cuz he's weird as hell, writes wacky, thought provoking lyrics, and also has a voice that makes me shiver.
Kate asked; Are you planning on picking up your jewelry making gig again?Yes I am planning on starting up again. I have a ton of new, cool ideas. I have been afraid to start up again due to not being able to sit in one place very long. Why is that scary? Because if I get a lot of orders, I don't know how I'm going to be able to sit down and do them all in a timely manner. I don't sit in my chair all day like I used to. I have to get up and move around, go lay down for 15-20 minutes every few hours, stretch it out etc. If I were to get slammed with orders, I'd feel totally shitty if I couldn't get them done in time.
Ozone asked more questions; Let's get philosophical.Secular Humanist? I've browsed the web site, how would you describe it? Have you ever checked into Buddhism? What is your honest opinion on Christianity?
Is the lack of religion on schools and government responsible for the erosion of morality in this country?
I've looked into Buddhism, it has many great qualities that I can admire.
My honest opinion of Christianity? Hahahah!
This is going to offend many people, I already know it will.
Christianity is a crutch. It gives people something to lean on, depend on, rather than themselves and their fellow man.
It's so much easier to say I'm praying for you than it is to do something worthwhile. Someone is sick and in the hospital? Oh, I'm praying for you. Why not instead of prayer, send some flowers, a card, an email that is supportive, that took time, that took care and compassion to write?
I watched a disturbing show last night that apparently is getting critical acclaim, Friday Night Lights.
It's about football in Texas. They prayed before the game, they prayed after the game, and during the ending prayer, they showed someone in the hospital getting some kind of surgery. They prayed to God to heal that person.
The surgeons were doing the surgery. Their skill and education is what will determine the outcome of that patient, not a bunch of jocks sitting on a football field praying for God to fix him. God has nothing to do with skilled hands.
Is the lack of religion on schools and government responsible for the erosion of morality in this country?
No, the lack of religion has nothing at all to do with it. In fact, I'd say religion has more to do with the erosion of of society.
We have people in other countries blowing up buildings and themselves in the name of religion. We have bible camps right here in this country teaching kids to be warriors for god, to lay down their lives for god. That's what the terrorists do!
You wanna know where the lack of morals is really coming from? It's coming from parents who are too busy to teach their kids the things they need to learn to be decent human beings to one another.
They are leaving it up to the schools to teach morals and ethics and values. Since when did the public school system become the place to learn religion? Schools are for learning math and science and English and history, not religious morals.
You want your kid to be religious? Take them to church on Sundays instead of watching football.
You want your kids to be decent human beings and be good to their fellow man? Teach them yourself. Teach them right from wrong, teach them that killing and stealing is wrong. Sit down and watch TV with them. Check their computers history at night to see what they've been looking at and doing. Check their IM logs. Talk to your kids about this stuff, don't expect the schools to teach them the values and morals you want them to have.
I fully believe in separation of church and state.
Brandi asked; What have you done in your life that you are most proud of? Most ashamed of?I am most proud of raising my sons the way I wanted to and seeing them turn out to be pretty decent kids. We have our moments of struggle and mouthy-ness, but they really do rock.
Most ashamed of? I was once the other woman. I didn't know it at the time but I should have. I was the wife being cheated on throughout my own marriage, I should have picked up the signs but I didn't. I felt disgusting when I found out. I ended the relationship and threw up for a few days.
Ozone asked; anything? like sexual and all? I guess you can censor this so here goes, and this is all in fun by the way. What's your favorite sexual position? Does size matter? What is an adequate size? You're from Maine, how did you get to Florida? And why stay in Florida? Will you ever remarry? Want me to ask more?You are such a perv! LOL! On top, I like being in control. Haha! Hell yes size matters. Any woman who says no it doesn't, is lying to spare your feelings. Men have such fragile egos. 7" or more. har har har.
I came to Florida because life sucked up there. Winters are too long and too cold, my ex-husband lived 8 blocks away and couldn't make time to see his kids, I just ended a bad relationship and needed to get the fuck out of there before I offed myself.
Maine is a beautiful state but it depresses the fuck out of me. I will never move back there again.
I'm staying in Florida because I'm happy here. My kids are happy here, they have friends, it's sunny and warm.
Will I ever remarry? I honestly don't know. I think for me to do that again, the guy would have to be so incredibly perfect in an emotional sense. Don't get me wrong, good looks wouldn't hurt, but he'd have to be like me. Likes alone time, quiet yet knows when to be loud and fun. God, I'm not gonna make this list. I am so picky now, I doubt I'll ever find someone to marry me..lol
Ask more if ya want, this is fun. :)
I only got 3 people to take me up on my ask me any question thingy so ok, here we go.
Silver Rebel asked; How is your back?
Mikey asked; Name your most recent "life's little victory." By little victory, I mean something that's really pretty insignificant. Something that you wouldn't normally brag about (because it's so minor). Something that, when it happens, you think to yourself "Hell, yeah! I so totally rule!"At this boring stage of my life, every little thing is significant. I've bragged about fixing my toilet. Dude, my life is ultra boring right now, I'll take all the small insignificant victories that happen. But if I have to pick one really stupid small victory, I'd have to say it was actually mailing something out on time this week. I suck at mailing stuff when I say I'm going to and ha! I did it on time this week! I so rule!
Terry asked; When was the last time you had your hair trimmed? (EFG)Terry, I have no idea what EFG means, but I haven't had my hair cut or trimmed by a professional in over 5 years. I refuse to let those style fashionistas near my hair. They want to do things to it. Ya know, to make it fashionable? Fashionable and I do not fit in the same category. I wear black and more black, and haven't worn something of color like pink or white or blue unless forced to or so drugged out on medicinal pain meds that I confused it with black. I trim my hair on my own when my bangs reach my chin. See? Not fashionable at all. Bangs at my age?!
I'm still open to more questions. Anything. I'm bored and tired and can't go to bed yet.
And I don't know if I want to. I had this most bizarre dream last night about this guy I know knowing how to fly a plane and for some reason I needed to get back to Maine (without my sons!) and we had to steal a small two seater plane.
It was wacky. get past airport security, homeland security, try to avoid the fighter jets that were dispatched to blow us out of the sky.
I don't know how this plane stealing ended because the phone rang and woke me up out of it this morning.
I'm sure we would have crashed had I been able to end it. Most of my dreams involve someone dying a horrid death.
I made a mistake about a month ago and as soon as I clicked submit on the form, I knew I had made a major mistake. One that would keep haunting me for a long time to come.
I sent a question to a Mary Kay distributor asking about the scent of a particular perfume. I wanted to know what it smelled like before shelling any money out. It contained the same ingredients as a perfume I used to wear that is no longer made.
I simply wanted a sample packet sent to me. That was it. period.
I didn't want to be hounded by email if I liked the sample. I didn't want to receive newsletters or promotions through email. I didn't want to receive any snail mail shit either.
I hate pushy sales people.
If I liked it, I certainly will never buy it now. I like to shop at my leisure, my convenience, my way. I don't like being hounded to purchase something I sampled or be sent so much crap almost daily from a company I simply wanted a fucking sample from.
I know these women are probably told that the more mailers they send out, the greater the chances of someone making a purchase, but come on ladies, let's finally be honest with these companies, we don't like being hounded, guilt-ed, made to feel like we absolutely have to purchase these products.
If we ask for a sample, send us the damn sample. If we like it and want to buy it, we'll get in touch with you. Don't make me want to drive to your house and slam your head into the wall repeatedly until you promise to take my name off your mailing list.
I requested 3 times since I made this mistake to not be contacted again and do you think they obliged me?
Oh hell no.
I am still getting emails and snail mail.
I got a lovely gag inducing snail mailer today with a perfume sample in it. I could smell it as soon as I opened my mailbox and immediately started choking.
I have scent allergies, mainly to perfumes. I didn't ask for this catalog with the sample to be sent to my house. I asked for a sample of one scent a month ago and got it.
Don't send me anymore god damn fucking Mary Kay makeup selling cult bullshit!
I've seen this like everywhere else so I figured why not? My brain is slightly fizzled and coming up with any content on my own right now is nearly impossible, so leave me comments asking me any question(s) you want, and I'll answer them.
Any question. I'm game.
I totally meant to update today, I really did, but then I just plum forgot and then by the time I remembered, it was time to go look at boobs for a few hours and also time to make sure people played all nicey nice.* (I will explain this in a minute)
Boobiethon total update time!
2006 donation totals: $2305.00 (last update at 8:10 p.m. EDT on 10/02/06)
Total amount raised for Children's Hospital Boston: $315.00
Total amount raised for Susan G. Komen: $1,990.00.
This is kick ass people! It's only day 2 and that much has been raised. Rock on!
*The people playing nicey nice, I have a job as a mod on a forum where I moderate sex and relationships.
Yes, I know, quite funny. The woman who is not having sex nor in a relationship, moderates sex and relationships.
Oh, the irony of it all.
Some people, grown up people mind you, close to my age, (that means old on this particular forum) are so damn immature about relationships, I wonder if their parents had healthy relationships.
Did they divorce? Did they cheat? What the hell happened to some of these people that makes them lash out so obnoxiously on a public message forum where their ex is a member?!
I don't get it. Ok, I sorta do in a way, but I did this kind of crap when I was in my teens and early twenties. Once you hit a certain age, things in your brain should snap into focus and you should just be adult about shit. I guess some people's brains haven't snapped yet. *shrug*
Ok, I am tired. I totally wiped myself out yesterday doing the very little that I did. It's amazing what 5 hours in a park on a hard bench with the occasional stand up and walk around, look for kids, clean dirt off of Sebastian cuz he was wrestling with another kid in mud.
Babble babble, I'm le tired and loco.
Later days.
$1,305.00 is how much money the boobiethon has raised in just the very first day! That is so awesome!
I had an awesome time at the BBQ today. The teens ate so much food, oh my god. But whatever, they are growing boys.
Jimmy ended up giving me a ton of burgers to bring home. Leftovers are always cool. Not as many people who said they were going, actually went so they over bought food items to cook.
Some other people took food home as well so none of it went to waste.
I only took a few pics, maybe I'll post them tomorrow. Just shots of the people who went.
I'm exhausted though I tell ya.
So were the boys, they went to bed at like 9pm which is so unusual for them.
I'm off to bed myself now. Pooped the hell out.
Later days.
It's a beautiful day outside, perfect day for a BBQ so that's what we're off to do today.
A huge BBQ with lots of friends and watch them all make asses of themselves in a game of kickball or dodge ball. Hahahah
While I'm gone, go check out the boobies and make a donation. Or just stare. It's totally up to you, but we'd prefer if you made a donation.
Save the boobies. You know you love 'em. Don't lie.
Later days.
