Plagiarize This.
That plagiarize part is an inside joke between my friend and I. She's one of my loyal readers, and she likes to plagiarize my posts and put them on her myspace account. Oh my gosh, she's going to kill me for putting that. Actually, I gave her my full permission to put whatever she wants of mine on her space account. She will keel me for telling that she has myspace, trust me she has real reasons for it and she's not just hanging out on there for no reason at all. I'm in so much trouble at this point I might as well not bother to stop.
I went to get my friend and her two kids today and we had a good time. I'm happy to report that my house is sparkling clean, and that my friend, the one I just pissed off royally in the paragraph above, basically cleaned it from top to bottom. Yeah, yeah, I helped too, but she wizzed through what would have taken me all day, because she is much more organized and a better cleaner than I am. I was put to work in the kitchen making Chex Mix.
You see that's what happens when two hungry fat women go to the store to pick up something to make for dinner. We even laughed as we walked into the store, she asked if I've seen that show about two fat ladies cooking, I said, "Yes, I think it's called Two Fat Ladies Cooking." We got an idea as we walked through the store, "Hey, let's make Chex Mix!!" We were just going to get some hamburger, and buns to make cheeseburgers. I wanted to get some stuff and make cole slaw, or something to go with it, but she thought we could just eat Chex Mix with it.
There we stood in the chip aisle, and I looked her dead in the face and asked, "Are you serious? Chex Mix with Cheeseburgers?" She just shrugged. She really wanted that Chex Mix. I said, "Well, I at least want some chips with it, what kind of chips do you want?" She said she didn't really care, she thought we didn't need anything to go with it besides the Chex Mix, oh yeah, and she mentioned the jar of olives that I insisted we pick up.
"Umm, Cheeseburgers and just olives?" I asked. She thought that would be fine. Finally I said, "that's it, I'm getting some Doritos then." So I did.
When we got back from the store we ran around picking up the house for a while, and then I got to work on the Chex Mix, and she said, "The girls and I are going to go downstairs and clean up, it will only take a minute, you stay and work on the Chex Mix." I thought that a bit odd, so I said, "I'll come help, just give me a minute." She didn't want me to do that, she said, "no, we got it, just stay up here."
All right. I did as instructed. She was in pure Peppermint Patty mode, so I knew to obey. Sir get's really angry when she is not obeyed. Well, sneaky thing, I figured out why later. Those sneaky turds brought my daughter's toybox down into the family room, to it's new home. Basically, my friend thought since there were so many of her toys down there, putting a toy box down there was the next logical step.
She tried to comfort me by telling me, "Hey, it won't be much longer until she doesn't want to play with toys in the living room anymore." I reluctantly agreed. Besides, I didn't want to lug the thing back upstairs anyway. It is a family room afterall, and those are generally for the entire family, so we will leave it for now. Besides she is a total authority on cleaning, so maybe it will help the mess situation in my house, the only idea I have for keeping a spic and span house is for us to move out.
After the Chex Mix finished, I started making the cheeseburgers, we ate dinner in the very clean house, and then sat on the couch for an hour before I took them home. The roads were really nasty, but we made it all right. Thanks to my dear friend, my house is all perty again. It was a really nice day for us all.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
What Does One Do?
Snowed In.
Why it takes a snowstorm, the schools closing down, and pretty much having no where particular to go as a result of it, to get me to clean the house is beyond me. I guess no one wants to really be trapped inside with their own messes including me!
Did I mention that I love snow? I most certainly do. Something about the quiet that comes with a snowstorm is so comforting. Ever notice how the snow seems to stifle all other noise? It's so deeply relaxing. I love how the heater sounds when it pops on.
Waking up to everything covered with snow is so wonderful. Snow is beautiful too. I love the crunch of snow under my shoes when I go out in it. I don't particularly like shovelling the stuff though. I'd rather not if given a choice.
Well, I'm not really trapped inside, I could venture out in the snow if I wanted to. I've been hearing reports of cars sliding in to curbs and ditches all morning. Curbs and ditches people! I think that's probably enough of an incentive to stay in if at all possible. I do realize that many people have 9-5 grinds they must get to, and no I don't feel particularly sorry for them. These are the same people I serve every weekend, and holiday. I don't feel sorry for myself either, I realize that those are the days I must work to have my job. I agreed to that. There's no sense in complaining about it now.
It has just been my good fortune today that the snow came on a day that I did not have to leave the house if I did not choose to. It could have easily came on Saturday, but it didn't. So I'm just going to enjoy the solitude, and home time. School was cancelled, so the kid is around making messes and doing her usual. Perhaps I will attempt to channel that energy of hers into a productive activity like sorting clothes for the laundry, or vaccuuming much neglected carpets.
Who am I kidding? I did get her to take the trash out, but that was just because she wanted to get out in the snow. Here she comes now. She wants me to warm up the car and take her somewhere. Something about picking up her friend. My mom has already called me asking if I was going out, if I would pick her up some milk, she's out of milk and has decided she needs milk today, now.
I think that's the end of that. Perhaps I will have to venture out, but if I do go get her friend, they're going to be cleaning house with me. I mean it.
Why it takes a snowstorm, the schools closing down, and pretty much having no where particular to go as a result of it, to get me to clean the house is beyond me. I guess no one wants to really be trapped inside with their own messes including me!
Did I mention that I love snow? I most certainly do. Something about the quiet that comes with a snowstorm is so comforting. Ever notice how the snow seems to stifle all other noise? It's so deeply relaxing. I love how the heater sounds when it pops on.
Waking up to everything covered with snow is so wonderful. Snow is beautiful too. I love the crunch of snow under my shoes when I go out in it. I don't particularly like shovelling the stuff though. I'd rather not if given a choice.
Well, I'm not really trapped inside, I could venture out in the snow if I wanted to. I've been hearing reports of cars sliding in to curbs and ditches all morning. Curbs and ditches people! I think that's probably enough of an incentive to stay in if at all possible. I do realize that many people have 9-5 grinds they must get to, and no I don't feel particularly sorry for them. These are the same people I serve every weekend, and holiday. I don't feel sorry for myself either, I realize that those are the days I must work to have my job. I agreed to that. There's no sense in complaining about it now.
It has just been my good fortune today that the snow came on a day that I did not have to leave the house if I did not choose to. It could have easily came on Saturday, but it didn't. So I'm just going to enjoy the solitude, and home time. School was cancelled, so the kid is around making messes and doing her usual. Perhaps I will attempt to channel that energy of hers into a productive activity like sorting clothes for the laundry, or vaccuuming much neglected carpets.
Who am I kidding? I did get her to take the trash out, but that was just because she wanted to get out in the snow. Here she comes now. She wants me to warm up the car and take her somewhere. Something about picking up her friend. My mom has already called me asking if I was going out, if I would pick her up some milk, she's out of milk and has decided she needs milk today, now.
I think that's the end of that. Perhaps I will have to venture out, but if I do go get her friend, they're going to be cleaning house with me. I mean it.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Safe and Sound
Whew.
Hubby got to his destination safe and sound. He called me at 1:30a.m. to let me know. I was glad to hear it. I worry when he travels. Yesterday the weather was going to be quite nasty for him, and indeed it was he said. He drove slowly and made his way to the rig in one piece. Once there, he slept in his car until this morning when he officially started his week.
I could tell he didn't particularly want to leave yesterday afternoon. I think it was hard for both of us. We did a lot of bonding when we could, but I worked so much over the holiday weekend I think I was just too pooped to be very fun to be around.
Next week will be better for us. I'll be off more, and won't be so tired after work. It seems if we don't have enough time together we have a difficult time parting ways when the time comes. Some people ask, "isn't it hard being apart so much." Well, of course, but in truth, we actually spend much more time together when he is home than we did when he was here working his 9-5 grind.
How can that be? Well, before he always had weekends off, I never had weekends off, so unless one of us requested a certain day off, we never or rarely had even one whole day off together. We did that for well over a year before he changed jobs. Now, the first couple of days he is home, I'm on my days off, so we have more time alone, especially when our kiddo is at school. We can talk, go out to lunch, do shopping, whatever we want. I'm sure any married couple with kids can think of many things to do when the kids are at school.
That time means more to me than a whole week of hit or miss and spending a few hours together in the evening when we both are exhausted, and never having any time together for the most part. So, it works for us most of the time. Sometimes we'd like a little more time before he has to head out, but we know in just a week we'll be together again.
The biggest downside of the whole thing is I worry so much about him when he is gone. Is he warm? Is the weather all right? Is he doing all right? But then, I worry that I worry too much, I'm pretty much just a worry wart. Worry is a weird word isn't it?
Be back later.
Hubby got to his destination safe and sound. He called me at 1:30a.m. to let me know. I was glad to hear it. I worry when he travels. Yesterday the weather was going to be quite nasty for him, and indeed it was he said. He drove slowly and made his way to the rig in one piece. Once there, he slept in his car until this morning when he officially started his week.
I could tell he didn't particularly want to leave yesterday afternoon. I think it was hard for both of us. We did a lot of bonding when we could, but I worked so much over the holiday weekend I think I was just too pooped to be very fun to be around.
Next week will be better for us. I'll be off more, and won't be so tired after work. It seems if we don't have enough time together we have a difficult time parting ways when the time comes. Some people ask, "isn't it hard being apart so much." Well, of course, but in truth, we actually spend much more time together when he is home than we did when he was here working his 9-5 grind.
How can that be? Well, before he always had weekends off, I never had weekends off, so unless one of us requested a certain day off, we never or rarely had even one whole day off together. We did that for well over a year before he changed jobs. Now, the first couple of days he is home, I'm on my days off, so we have more time alone, especially when our kiddo is at school. We can talk, go out to lunch, do shopping, whatever we want. I'm sure any married couple with kids can think of many things to do when the kids are at school.
That time means more to me than a whole week of hit or miss and spending a few hours together in the evening when we both are exhausted, and never having any time together for the most part. So, it works for us most of the time. Sometimes we'd like a little more time before he has to head out, but we know in just a week we'll be together again.
The biggest downside of the whole thing is I worry so much about him when he is gone. Is he warm? Is the weather all right? Is he doing all right? But then, I worry that I worry too much, I'm pretty much just a worry wart. Worry is a weird word isn't it?
Be back later.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Post Post Thanksgiving Post
Let It Go Already.
I am. Really, but I couldn't think of anything else to say. Horrible to admit that I'm sure. Well, hub left today. I hate when he leaves. I choked back tears when we said good bye this afternoon. Some weeks it is just harder to do. I pray he has a safe trip, and week. Always.
He got a new car while he was home. The thing is awful pretty. Very comfy, and cost about the same as mine. It's a Jeep, so I'm hoping it will carry him to and from safely despite the poor mileage the thing gets. One thing is for sure, it's got just about every gadget and gizmo under the sun in it. Did you know that some cars have built in things you can program your garage door opener into? My gosh, I had no idea that type of technology existed.
We never had anything fancy like that in the Corsica. Heck, the Corsica didn't even have all four hubcaps. Let alone power anything. Oh but she ran, and in the end that's all that really matters. This new car of his is much more complicated, and truthfully, I don't think I will ever figure out how the 4 wheel drive works, let alone the shifting thing it does. With a mere tap of the gear shift thing, it can go from D to 4, to 3, etc. I don't even know what those are for anyway. It's not a manual transmission, but it does that shifting thing with barely a flick of a wrist. Puzzling.
He loves it though. I tried like all get out to get him to take my car again and let me keep the perty new one. He decided against that idea. I'm taking my baby in on Wednesday to get the muck and grime that happened to her while he was off driving her out in the wilds of Wyoming. I knew my car would be dirty, there's no way to avoid it in that environment. Man, the outside of it was completely covered in mud. The inside was not much better, but it will clean up nice still I'm sure.
Anyway, that's what's going on here. I'm doing well in my class, holding out at an "A" so far. I think I'll be able to maintain that. It was a fun class. I'm going to take more which is totally exciting really.
More later.
I am. Really, but I couldn't think of anything else to say. Horrible to admit that I'm sure. Well, hub left today. I hate when he leaves. I choked back tears when we said good bye this afternoon. Some weeks it is just harder to do. I pray he has a safe trip, and week. Always.
He got a new car while he was home. The thing is awful pretty. Very comfy, and cost about the same as mine. It's a Jeep, so I'm hoping it will carry him to and from safely despite the poor mileage the thing gets. One thing is for sure, it's got just about every gadget and gizmo under the sun in it. Did you know that some cars have built in things you can program your garage door opener into? My gosh, I had no idea that type of technology existed.
We never had anything fancy like that in the Corsica. Heck, the Corsica didn't even have all four hubcaps. Let alone power anything. Oh but she ran, and in the end that's all that really matters. This new car of his is much more complicated, and truthfully, I don't think I will ever figure out how the 4 wheel drive works, let alone the shifting thing it does. With a mere tap of the gear shift thing, it can go from D to 4, to 3, etc. I don't even know what those are for anyway. It's not a manual transmission, but it does that shifting thing with barely a flick of a wrist. Puzzling.
He loves it though. I tried like all get out to get him to take my car again and let me keep the perty new one. He decided against that idea. I'm taking my baby in on Wednesday to get the muck and grime that happened to her while he was off driving her out in the wilds of Wyoming. I knew my car would be dirty, there's no way to avoid it in that environment. Man, the outside of it was completely covered in mud. The inside was not much better, but it will clean up nice still I'm sure.
Anyway, that's what's going on here. I'm doing well in my class, holding out at an "A" so far. I think I'll be able to maintain that. It was a fun class. I'm going to take more which is totally exciting really.
More later.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
We Came We Saw We Ate Stuffing
Lots of Stuffing.
And best of all cranberry relish, YUM! I love cranberry relish. It was a delightful meal. I starved myself all day at work so that I could pig out afterward at my mom's house. It was great. I'm just mad at myself for not packing a piece of homemade pumpkin pie in my purse for later tonight. Oh well. I don't need the extra poundage anyway.
The stuffing was fabulous darling. Along with the candied yams, mashed potatoes, green beans, turkey and ham. Yummy. It was a really nice dinner. We all were Thankful for it, and each other. My cats were not happy with me for not bringing home any turkey. Two of them are sitting here pouting on my desk trying to make me feel guilty. That sleepy look in my eyes was a dead giveaway, and they knew right away I'd been eating turkey, overeating turkey.
I'm so thankful for the many blessings we have in our lives. Which mostly means I'm darn glad I have such loving family and friends, and a dear husband who spoils me rotten, and tells me all the time he couldn't live without me. Little does he know it is me who really couldn't live without him, who else can I be so open and trusting with all of my flaws and have him still adore me in the morning.
So, I'm very thankful for my marriage. I'm so glad we have each other. We have a beautiful daughter together who is so incredibly sweet, funny, and energetic. We are thankful for her too. She's got her father's amazing looks, and my crazy sense of humor. Everything is funny to her. I love that she can make me laugh so hard that my ribs hurt.
We are thankful for our jobs which provide us with a home, and the means to earn money to eat, and buy clothes, and many other things.
We are thankful that we have our families and friends close by, and can spend time with them.
Life is good. Thank God.
And best of all cranberry relish, YUM! I love cranberry relish. It was a delightful meal. I starved myself all day at work so that I could pig out afterward at my mom's house. It was great. I'm just mad at myself for not packing a piece of homemade pumpkin pie in my purse for later tonight. Oh well. I don't need the extra poundage anyway.
The stuffing was fabulous darling. Along with the candied yams, mashed potatoes, green beans, turkey and ham. Yummy. It was a really nice dinner. We all were Thankful for it, and each other. My cats were not happy with me for not bringing home any turkey. Two of them are sitting here pouting on my desk trying to make me feel guilty. That sleepy look in my eyes was a dead giveaway, and they knew right away I'd been eating turkey, overeating turkey.
I'm so thankful for the many blessings we have in our lives. Which mostly means I'm darn glad I have such loving family and friends, and a dear husband who spoils me rotten, and tells me all the time he couldn't live without me. Little does he know it is me who really couldn't live without him, who else can I be so open and trusting with all of my flaws and have him still adore me in the morning.
So, I'm very thankful for my marriage. I'm so glad we have each other. We have a beautiful daughter together who is so incredibly sweet, funny, and energetic. We are thankful for her too. She's got her father's amazing looks, and my crazy sense of humor. Everything is funny to her. I love that she can make me laugh so hard that my ribs hurt.
We are thankful for our jobs which provide us with a home, and the means to earn money to eat, and buy clothes, and many other things.
We are thankful that we have our families and friends close by, and can spend time with them.
Life is good. Thank God.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Laziness
It Will Cost You.
After much deliberation, going back and forth, and being overly agreeable, my girlfriend and I finally decided where we were going to go out to eat tonight. The problem wasn't that we could not reach an agreement, it was rather that no one really wanted to make the decision at all. We just wanted dinner, not too expensive, and decent, and neither of us wanted to cook it.
We were ultimately being lazy. We would rather have driven 15 minutes away from home to eat in a restaurant than go to the store and get something to make for dinner. Believe me, we thoroughly discussed the idea of just cooking at home, and after we threw out several ideas we decided that we would just meet somewhere with the kids and eat dinner.
It took us about a half an hour or more to come to our decision. We discussed it as I drove home from work, we discussed it after I got home, and we finally decided about 15 minutes later. Yeah, we were being total chicks about the whole thing. Talking about it, changing our minds, then deciding again.
Okay so we got there. Sat down. Ordered. They all got cheeseburgers of some sort, I was adventurous and got some teriyaki rice bowl thing. Their burger and fries showed up along with my bowl thing, and man, did I feel like I had the diet plate. A whole bunch of veggies, squash, broccoli, carrots, rice, a few pieces of chicken in this bowl with some sauce on it. They sat there eating their fries dipped in ranch dressing, and I ate my diet bowl. The bowl was much like one of those frozen dinner entrees one can get at the grocery store, it had about as much flavor as the box it probably came in.
I ate a bit, then pretty much gave up, and munched on leftover fries. My friend ordered the mushroom burger, there was way more mushrooms than burger which really grossed me out because I truly in my heart despise mushrooms. There were so many mushrooms on it, that it made the bun soggy so she just ate the mushrooms and the patty. Her daughter's burger let out a loud moo when she bit into it, it was sent back for more heat treatment. My daughter ate half of her burger and was full.
We got the bills, we had seperate checks, but all told it was about $50.00. My friend said on the way out, "We just spent $50 on french fries! And that doesn't include the tips we gave." And she was right, they were the only good thing we got for the most part. I said, "Never again. We have got to stop eating out, it's just a huge waste of money!"
Seriously, the Stouffer's Salisbury steak dinner I ate the last 2 nights in a row was better, and those things only cost me about $3.00 each. Yeah. I should have done the math ahead of time. Anyway, I'd rather not eat out so much then go out to a nice place once in a while instead.
So yes, we spent a lot for our laziness tonight. I've got to remember not to be so lazy in the future. Note to self: Buy more Stouffer's dinners, fill freezer.
After much deliberation, going back and forth, and being overly agreeable, my girlfriend and I finally decided where we were going to go out to eat tonight. The problem wasn't that we could not reach an agreement, it was rather that no one really wanted to make the decision at all. We just wanted dinner, not too expensive, and decent, and neither of us wanted to cook it.
We were ultimately being lazy. We would rather have driven 15 minutes away from home to eat in a restaurant than go to the store and get something to make for dinner. Believe me, we thoroughly discussed the idea of just cooking at home, and after we threw out several ideas we decided that we would just meet somewhere with the kids and eat dinner.
It took us about a half an hour or more to come to our decision. We discussed it as I drove home from work, we discussed it after I got home, and we finally decided about 15 minutes later. Yeah, we were being total chicks about the whole thing. Talking about it, changing our minds, then deciding again.
Okay so we got there. Sat down. Ordered. They all got cheeseburgers of some sort, I was adventurous and got some teriyaki rice bowl thing. Their burger and fries showed up along with my bowl thing, and man, did I feel like I had the diet plate. A whole bunch of veggies, squash, broccoli, carrots, rice, a few pieces of chicken in this bowl with some sauce on it. They sat there eating their fries dipped in ranch dressing, and I ate my diet bowl. The bowl was much like one of those frozen dinner entrees one can get at the grocery store, it had about as much flavor as the box it probably came in.
I ate a bit, then pretty much gave up, and munched on leftover fries. My friend ordered the mushroom burger, there was way more mushrooms than burger which really grossed me out because I truly in my heart despise mushrooms. There were so many mushrooms on it, that it made the bun soggy so she just ate the mushrooms and the patty. Her daughter's burger let out a loud moo when she bit into it, it was sent back for more heat treatment. My daughter ate half of her burger and was full.
We got the bills, we had seperate checks, but all told it was about $50.00. My friend said on the way out, "We just spent $50 on french fries! And that doesn't include the tips we gave." And she was right, they were the only good thing we got for the most part. I said, "Never again. We have got to stop eating out, it's just a huge waste of money!"
Seriously, the Stouffer's Salisbury steak dinner I ate the last 2 nights in a row was better, and those things only cost me about $3.00 each. Yeah. I should have done the math ahead of time. Anyway, I'd rather not eat out so much then go out to a nice place once in a while instead.
So yes, we spent a lot for our laziness tonight. I've got to remember not to be so lazy in the future. Note to self: Buy more Stouffer's dinners, fill freezer.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
I Just Want To Say
I've Given This A Lot Of Thought.
If McCain ends up running against Hillary in 08, I will vote for neither. I hope the Republicans aren't stuck with 2 democrats as a "choice." I'm serious. I've heard McCain suggested too often lately, and I'm getting a little queasy about that idea. I don't care for his politics. Everytime I hear anything about him, I find myself in complete disagreement with him.
Just saying is all.
If McCain ends up running against Hillary in 08, I will vote for neither. I hope the Republicans aren't stuck with 2 democrats as a "choice." I'm serious. I've heard McCain suggested too often lately, and I'm getting a little queasy about that idea. I don't care for his politics. Everytime I hear anything about him, I find myself in complete disagreement with him.
Just saying is all.
Tumblweeda
It Is Windy.
Very windy out. Tumble weeds are flying everywhere. Empty trash cans have rolled out into the street and are lying there on their sides until the next big gust comes along and pushes them further out into the street. Leaves are floating around with no apparent plan to land anywhere soon.
Some of the fences have become tumble weed catching nets. Am I alone in that I find tumbleweeds somewhat funny? I don't know, they just make me want to laugh.
My daughter and I were noticing all the many tumbleweeds making their yearly jaunt from one side of the road to the other, and we kept pointing them out to each other. The bigger the better as tumble weeds go.
I remember it was about this time last year that I got a frantic phone call from my friend telling me that an enormous tumbleweed, "the size of my car, hit me while I was sitting at a traffic light!" She was quite frustrated about it and felt very helpless that the other people at the traffic light did nothing but stare in awe at the gigantic tumble weed that rolled over her car.
I imagined her bracing herself when the monster tumbled right over. How funny that must have looked to the other people at the traffic light, they might have even heard her screams from inside the vehicle. Of course I died laughing when she retold the story in all seriousness.
Yup, it's plenty windy out, so I called her before she left work to warn her about the giant tumbleweeds and to proceed home with caution. One can never be too careful.
Very windy out. Tumble weeds are flying everywhere. Empty trash cans have rolled out into the street and are lying there on their sides until the next big gust comes along and pushes them further out into the street. Leaves are floating around with no apparent plan to land anywhere soon.
Some of the fences have become tumble weed catching nets. Am I alone in that I find tumbleweeds somewhat funny? I don't know, they just make me want to laugh.
My daughter and I were noticing all the many tumbleweeds making their yearly jaunt from one side of the road to the other, and we kept pointing them out to each other. The bigger the better as tumble weeds go.
I remember it was about this time last year that I got a frantic phone call from my friend telling me that an enormous tumbleweed, "the size of my car, hit me while I was sitting at a traffic light!" She was quite frustrated about it and felt very helpless that the other people at the traffic light did nothing but stare in awe at the gigantic tumble weed that rolled over her car.
I imagined her bracing herself when the monster tumbled right over. How funny that must have looked to the other people at the traffic light, they might have even heard her screams from inside the vehicle. Of course I died laughing when she retold the story in all seriousness.
Yup, it's plenty windy out, so I called her before she left work to warn her about the giant tumbleweeds and to proceed home with caution. One can never be too careful.
The Worst Job
Ever.
I've talked about this before, but I think it was on the old blog I deleted a few months ago. Anyway, it doesn't matter. This afternoon I found myself remembering how completely awful my experience was working at a daycare center.
It most certainly wasn't the children who made the job so horrible. They were the only good thing about the place. It was the boss. She was the most awful woman I've ever had the displeasure to work for. She offered no support whatsoever to us, she was hateful, deceiptful and downright mean. How someone who lacked such compassion towards her fellow human beings could become the director of a daycare center is beyond me.
Oh yes, she could be nice. I was amazed at how nice she could be when in the presence of outsiders, especially her own boss. Otherwise she ruled the center with an iron fist, and seemed to take great joy in causing dissent amongst her pee-ons. She would lie straight to our faces and dare us to question it.
She particularly liked to pick on certain people. I got to be one of them for about the first 6 months of the year that I worked there. There were others. Usually the younger white girls, and the Japanese girls. She found us easy targets as we generally did not talk back, and could be brought to tears quick enough to please her. She treated the Philipinas of which she shared the same descent much better, and the rumor was she was too afraid to cross the black women that worked there, so they may have faired better with her.
There just wasn't much choice as far as jobs went when we were overseas. I managed to make it a year at that place, and then, thankfully it was time to move. I don't think I could have lasted much longer anyway.
One thing is for sure, she made me so much more thankful that I never had to put my child in that environment when she was little. Nothing happened as far as the workers that made me feel that way, it's just I know how unhappy people were there, and the children had to have picked up on that on some level.
What an awful experience.
I've talked about this before, but I think it was on the old blog I deleted a few months ago. Anyway, it doesn't matter. This afternoon I found myself remembering how completely awful my experience was working at a daycare center.
It most certainly wasn't the children who made the job so horrible. They were the only good thing about the place. It was the boss. She was the most awful woman I've ever had the displeasure to work for. She offered no support whatsoever to us, she was hateful, deceiptful and downright mean. How someone who lacked such compassion towards her fellow human beings could become the director of a daycare center is beyond me.
Oh yes, she could be nice. I was amazed at how nice she could be when in the presence of outsiders, especially her own boss. Otherwise she ruled the center with an iron fist, and seemed to take great joy in causing dissent amongst her pee-ons. She would lie straight to our faces and dare us to question it.
She particularly liked to pick on certain people. I got to be one of them for about the first 6 months of the year that I worked there. There were others. Usually the younger white girls, and the Japanese girls. She found us easy targets as we generally did not talk back, and could be brought to tears quick enough to please her. She treated the Philipinas of which she shared the same descent much better, and the rumor was she was too afraid to cross the black women that worked there, so they may have faired better with her.
There just wasn't much choice as far as jobs went when we were overseas. I managed to make it a year at that place, and then, thankfully it was time to move. I don't think I could have lasted much longer anyway.
One thing is for sure, she made me so much more thankful that I never had to put my child in that environment when she was little. Nothing happened as far as the workers that made me feel that way, it's just I know how unhappy people were there, and the children had to have picked up on that on some level.
What an awful experience.
Road Rage And Near Assault
A Friend's Tale.
Unbelievable. My friend was threatened with assault the other day by a complete stranger. Apparently my friend was driving on one of the main drags in our town, and pulled up to a stop light and the people in the car next to her started flipping her off. She did what anyone else would do and flipped the bird right back at them.
The people then followed her to her destination, and the next thing she knows she is being lambasted with numerous dirty words, to include, "you stupid white bitch, you didn't use your turn signal back there, I have a baby in the car. I'm going to kick your stupid white ass!" This "woman" yelled at her from her car, which she had pulled in behind my friend blocking her into her parking space.
My friend taunted her a bit, smiling and acting like it was no big deal, and then went into the store. The "lady" stayed out there screaming more, and then drove off. My friend was actually quite shaken by the whole ordeal, but decided not to back down to the woman who was begging for a fight.
The whole thing was just insane. What the hell is wrong with people?
Unbelievable. My friend was threatened with assault the other day by a complete stranger. Apparently my friend was driving on one of the main drags in our town, and pulled up to a stop light and the people in the car next to her started flipping her off. She did what anyone else would do and flipped the bird right back at them.
The people then followed her to her destination, and the next thing she knows she is being lambasted with numerous dirty words, to include, "you stupid white bitch, you didn't use your turn signal back there, I have a baby in the car. I'm going to kick your stupid white ass!" This "woman" yelled at her from her car, which she had pulled in behind my friend blocking her into her parking space.
My friend taunted her a bit, smiling and acting like it was no big deal, and then went into the store. The "lady" stayed out there screaming more, and then drove off. My friend was actually quite shaken by the whole ordeal, but decided not to back down to the woman who was begging for a fight.
The whole thing was just insane. What the hell is wrong with people?
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Manners Can Make Or Break You
Good Morning.
Manners, or lack of them can ruin a friendship. It happened to me. Now I don't claim to be any sort of authority on this subject, but I certainly know when I've been put off by bad manners, sure at some point my lack of manners has bothered someone else. This former co-worker of mine left for greener pastures, she moved to another town in our state. We kept in touch calling each other every so often. We were sort of friends. She called me one day very excited that she had just got married. I congratulated her, and told her to text me her address that I would send a gift card.
She never sent the address, but one day calls me and says, "you still haven't sent my wedding gift, and we don't want a gift card, we want money instead, here is my address, now get that in the mail to me." My thought, "umm, yeah, that will happen never." You see I was very put off by her demand of a gift, and not just any gift, she wanted money. I'm surprised that she did not demand a specified amount, and frankly I have no idea what the appropriate amount would be, we're not that good of friends, just former associates really.
It was at that point that I decided I don't need "friends" like that anyway, and decided to forget she existed at all. Life is short, when they say you can count the good friends of a lifetime on one hand, I believe that saying to be true. At this point in time in my life, I am much better at weeding the garden, and I don't have a lot of time for people who are of the weed category. Yet, she has called me several more times only to be conveniently redirected to voicemail. The first call she told me that I was sooooo rude because I had not sent her wedding gift. I laughed about that one, and let my family listen to it.
I kept ignoring her calls and she called to tell my voicemail that I was rude because I did not return her calls. When that approach did not work, she started being nicer and would call and say, "It's been a long time since we talked, you must be very busy, or you don't want to talk to me." Bingo! Someone has got a clue.
Now sure, I could just call her and say, "well, you are rude, and I have no desire for anymore interaction with you." But, she seems fairly confrontational about the fact that I did not send the money she required as a gift from me, so I don't think I want to go there. I have a feeling she is just hoping to get me on the phone so she can dump some junk on me, and feel better. I don't have to deal with that confrontation, and I choose not to. At most I will text her and tell her to have a nice life. As I said, we were never that close of friends. We never associated outside of work, or in any real social manner at all.
Anyway, I've discovered the art of not returning a phone call, and it feels good. At some point she was bordering on stalker, but in time, I guess she will realize I'm not going to be sucked in. I guess I am rude for not returning her calls. Two wrongs don't make a right, but in this case, I can live with my own bad manners. I generally don't treat people like this, but when red flags start popping up all over the place, I try not to ignore them.
This is just one example of how important good manners are in our interactions with other people. To demand a gift from someone was something I was taught was bad manners. To specify which gift unless otherwise asked was outside of the realm of politeness. With family and close friends, things can be a bit more relaxed, but in my experience it was never acceptable to demand a gift from anyone.
Sometimes we have to ask for things from others in life. It is a hard fact to face. It is not easy to do. I've never been comfortable in asking things of others. It goes back to not wanting to put people out. I hate to impose on people. Granted we are in this thing together, and sometimes we have to lean on others. There is definitely a line that can be crossed do you need it, or just want it. Perhaps she needed money, but we are not close enough for her to ask that of me.
I don't know if I will let her off the hook, or just let her think she dumped me. I haven't decided how to handle this situation other than ignore it up until now. She called last night and left a message while I was in class. I wouldn't have taken the call anyway, but maybe I should let her off the hook and tell her to bug off or something. She obviously does not get why I am put off by her, if she did then she wouldn't keep calling me and telling me how rude I am for this and that.
Manners, or lack of them can ruin a friendship. It happened to me. Now I don't claim to be any sort of authority on this subject, but I certainly know when I've been put off by bad manners, sure at some point my lack of manners has bothered someone else. This former co-worker of mine left for greener pastures, she moved to another town in our state. We kept in touch calling each other every so often. We were sort of friends. She called me one day very excited that she had just got married. I congratulated her, and told her to text me her address that I would send a gift card.
She never sent the address, but one day calls me and says, "you still haven't sent my wedding gift, and we don't want a gift card, we want money instead, here is my address, now get that in the mail to me." My thought, "umm, yeah, that will happen never." You see I was very put off by her demand of a gift, and not just any gift, she wanted money. I'm surprised that she did not demand a specified amount, and frankly I have no idea what the appropriate amount would be, we're not that good of friends, just former associates really.
It was at that point that I decided I don't need "friends" like that anyway, and decided to forget she existed at all. Life is short, when they say you can count the good friends of a lifetime on one hand, I believe that saying to be true. At this point in time in my life, I am much better at weeding the garden, and I don't have a lot of time for people who are of the weed category. Yet, she has called me several more times only to be conveniently redirected to voicemail. The first call she told me that I was sooooo rude because I had not sent her wedding gift. I laughed about that one, and let my family listen to it.
I kept ignoring her calls and she called to tell my voicemail that I was rude because I did not return her calls. When that approach did not work, she started being nicer and would call and say, "It's been a long time since we talked, you must be very busy, or you don't want to talk to me." Bingo! Someone has got a clue.
Now sure, I could just call her and say, "well, you are rude, and I have no desire for anymore interaction with you." But, she seems fairly confrontational about the fact that I did not send the money she required as a gift from me, so I don't think I want to go there. I have a feeling she is just hoping to get me on the phone so she can dump some junk on me, and feel better. I don't have to deal with that confrontation, and I choose not to. At most I will text her and tell her to have a nice life. As I said, we were never that close of friends. We never associated outside of work, or in any real social manner at all.
Anyway, I've discovered the art of not returning a phone call, and it feels good. At some point she was bordering on stalker, but in time, I guess she will realize I'm not going to be sucked in. I guess I am rude for not returning her calls. Two wrongs don't make a right, but in this case, I can live with my own bad manners. I generally don't treat people like this, but when red flags start popping up all over the place, I try not to ignore them.
This is just one example of how important good manners are in our interactions with other people. To demand a gift from someone was something I was taught was bad manners. To specify which gift unless otherwise asked was outside of the realm of politeness. With family and close friends, things can be a bit more relaxed, but in my experience it was never acceptable to demand a gift from anyone.
Sometimes we have to ask for things from others in life. It is a hard fact to face. It is not easy to do. I've never been comfortable in asking things of others. It goes back to not wanting to put people out. I hate to impose on people. Granted we are in this thing together, and sometimes we have to lean on others. There is definitely a line that can be crossed do you need it, or just want it. Perhaps she needed money, but we are not close enough for her to ask that of me.
I don't know if I will let her off the hook, or just let her think she dumped me. I haven't decided how to handle this situation other than ignore it up until now. She called last night and left a message while I was in class. I wouldn't have taken the call anyway, but maybe I should let her off the hook and tell her to bug off or something. She obviously does not get why I am put off by her, if she did then she wouldn't keep calling me and telling me how rude I am for this and that.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
What Do You Know?
I Don't Know Either.
I don't think 10 minutes is long enough for me to write a post particularly when I don't even have anything planned to write about. I have no choice though, I've got to leave to go pick up the youngster at school and I can't be late. Then I've got class tonight so I might as well scrap the whole idea altogether.
Problem is, I've always got at least one problem to moan about it seems, for some reason I am more creative at 3:00a.m. Wouldn't you know, that's the time I'm usually dreaming wild and crazy dreams. And lately, the only thing I'm doing at that time of the day is snoring and fighting with 120 pounds of deadweight dogs trying to get at least one corner of the blanket to keep warm by, me trying to keep warm that is, they do just fine it seems.
That new one, she's a complete and total bedhog, she eats like food is going out of style soon, and has steadily put on I would guess at least 5 pounds since she moved in and took over the place. In other words, she's fitting right in with the rest of the beasts we call pets in this house.
I guess that's why she's so darn sweet towards us all, she's ever thankful we bailed her out of jail. Just like jail, I think they fed her the bare minimum, she was pretty skinny when we got 'er. She's definitely bulking up some, and probably going to be nice and fat for winter. Ah well, she's a total keeper so I can't complain. I think she will settle down on the eating thing once she realizes she is home for good, and I do keep the bowl full, no matter how difficult that has been to do lately with her.
Alas my time is up for now. I must go. Back later.
I don't think 10 minutes is long enough for me to write a post particularly when I don't even have anything planned to write about. I have no choice though, I've got to leave to go pick up the youngster at school and I can't be late. Then I've got class tonight so I might as well scrap the whole idea altogether.
Problem is, I've always got at least one problem to moan about it seems, for some reason I am more creative at 3:00a.m. Wouldn't you know, that's the time I'm usually dreaming wild and crazy dreams. And lately, the only thing I'm doing at that time of the day is snoring and fighting with 120 pounds of deadweight dogs trying to get at least one corner of the blanket to keep warm by, me trying to keep warm that is, they do just fine it seems.
That new one, she's a complete and total bedhog, she eats like food is going out of style soon, and has steadily put on I would guess at least 5 pounds since she moved in and took over the place. In other words, she's fitting right in with the rest of the beasts we call pets in this house.
I guess that's why she's so darn sweet towards us all, she's ever thankful we bailed her out of jail. Just like jail, I think they fed her the bare minimum, she was pretty skinny when we got 'er. She's definitely bulking up some, and probably going to be nice and fat for winter. Ah well, she's a total keeper so I can't complain. I think she will settle down on the eating thing once she realizes she is home for good, and I do keep the bowl full, no matter how difficult that has been to do lately with her.
Alas my time is up for now. I must go. Back later.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Something
As Good As Anything I Suppose.
I've got to post something so that French crap isn't the first post on the page. Actually I really enjoyed learning the French language, and studying the culture. I took 3 years of it in high school, but you wouldn't know it. I've retained very little of the language. This was way back in the late 80's when people didn't talk all that bad about France.
My teacher, the most delightful man, had gone to France on a teacher exchange program the year prior so he had many interesting stories to tell about living in France. This was back when teachers weren't all a bunch of commie socialists, so he was quite honest about the downfalls of Socialism.
He was even somewhat forgiving about how the French teacher left his house. See, they switched everything, including homes. It seems she had an aversion to taking out the trash, and went about piling it up in his garage for the entire year that she was here. I point blank asked him why she would do such a horrendous thing, and he was quite honest when he said, "She thought we had too much, she did it because she was mad about how much we Americans have." I'm not lying about this people. That was the answer he gave me.
Thankfully, while he had good things to say, he was quite honest when he relayed his experiences. This is how I learned that, at that time anyway maybe it has changed by now, French people only bath so often. It was the hot water, you see, it was expensive to heat the water. Probably still is, who knows. I had a similar experience in Japan. We had to actually warm up the water before we could use it, thanks to their ingenuity the water was warm within a matter of minutes with a simple flip of a switch. Although I bathed every day, we only used hot water for our showers, the rest of the time it was washing dishes in cold, washing clothes in cold, and although we had a dryer, the Japanese dryer is completely useless.
How useless? Well, it takes twice as long to dry half a load, and it is also too costly to operate. Pretty much everyone hangs their clothes on their balconey to dry, even in the humid climate of Okinawa they seemed to dry faster than in that little dryer. So, when in Rome. That's what we did too. And shocker of shockers we're still alive to talk about it. It was upon the advice of an American who had married an Okinawan that we met early on in our stay there, he knew how to get by financially living on the Japanese economy. We took the advice, it served us well.
Well the dog passing gas under the desk tells me it is time to bring this post to an end. Perhaps she is hinting around that I do something a little more productive like refill the food and water bowls, or a general clean up around the house which is nearly in shambles as I write this. Ha! Who am I kidding? I'm not cleaning tonight. Me too tired.
I've got to post something so that French crap isn't the first post on the page. Actually I really enjoyed learning the French language, and studying the culture. I took 3 years of it in high school, but you wouldn't know it. I've retained very little of the language. This was way back in the late 80's when people didn't talk all that bad about France.
My teacher, the most delightful man, had gone to France on a teacher exchange program the year prior so he had many interesting stories to tell about living in France. This was back when teachers weren't all a bunch of commie socialists, so he was quite honest about the downfalls of Socialism.
He was even somewhat forgiving about how the French teacher left his house. See, they switched everything, including homes. It seems she had an aversion to taking out the trash, and went about piling it up in his garage for the entire year that she was here. I point blank asked him why she would do such a horrendous thing, and he was quite honest when he said, "She thought we had too much, she did it because she was mad about how much we Americans have." I'm not lying about this people. That was the answer he gave me.
Thankfully, while he had good things to say, he was quite honest when he relayed his experiences. This is how I learned that, at that time anyway maybe it has changed by now, French people only bath so often. It was the hot water, you see, it was expensive to heat the water. Probably still is, who knows. I had a similar experience in Japan. We had to actually warm up the water before we could use it, thanks to their ingenuity the water was warm within a matter of minutes with a simple flip of a switch. Although I bathed every day, we only used hot water for our showers, the rest of the time it was washing dishes in cold, washing clothes in cold, and although we had a dryer, the Japanese dryer is completely useless.
How useless? Well, it takes twice as long to dry half a load, and it is also too costly to operate. Pretty much everyone hangs their clothes on their balconey to dry, even in the humid climate of Okinawa they seemed to dry faster than in that little dryer. So, when in Rome. That's what we did too. And shocker of shockers we're still alive to talk about it. It was upon the advice of an American who had married an Okinawan that we met early on in our stay there, he knew how to get by financially living on the Japanese economy. We took the advice, it served us well.
Well the dog passing gas under the desk tells me it is time to bring this post to an end. Perhaps she is hinting around that I do something a little more productive like refill the food and water bowls, or a general clean up around the house which is nearly in shambles as I write this. Ha! Who am I kidding? I'm not cleaning tonight. Me too tired.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Monsieur Conner
Pardon My French.
Monsieur Conner he is so French.
He likes to eat escargot.
He likes to eat coq au vin.
He likes to sit in la cafe,
sipping tiny cups full of creme.
He likes to watch the people go by.
He like to wear his orange beret.
Monsieur Toby
He is not French.
He likes to have big giant gun
He likes to watch cowboys run
He is so American.
He does not like escargot.
He does not like orange cat.
But Monsieur Conner he is so French.
He likes to sit in la cafe.
He likes to eat escargot.
He likes to eat coq au vin.
He does not like American gun.
But he is so very French.
Monsieur Conner he is so French.
He likes to eat escargot.
He likes to eat coq au vin.
He likes to sit in la cafe,
sipping tiny cups full of creme.
He likes to watch the people go by.
He like to wear his orange beret.
Monsieur Toby
He is not French.
He likes to have big giant gun
He likes to watch cowboys run
He is so American.
He does not like escargot.
He does not like orange cat.
But Monsieur Conner he is so French.
He likes to sit in la cafe.
He likes to eat escargot.
He likes to eat coq au vin.
He does not like American gun.
But he is so very French.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Election Woes
What Does It Mean?
At this point I don't know. I did what I could do, what is in my power to do. I voted. My friend smirked about the win, she's a Democrat. I've tried. It is her right to be a democrat. I will always disagree with Socialism, and therefore cannot align myself with that.
This morning as I contemplated the Republican defeat, I thought well, all we can do is ride the wave, and hope for the best. What more can I say?
My mother and I shared the same melancholy sadness about the results of the election. People are generally unhappy about our government, and I think there will be much more of that to come.
What do I know? My husband and I are "rich", we make more than we should be allowed, therefore we must give some of that away to lazy people who do not wish to work as hard, or who will not give up their drugs, drinking, or slovenly ways and stop reproducing long enough to achieve any progress on their own behalf. Why should they? Uncle Sam is more than willing to give them the fruits of our labor.
Who cares if we have a child that is developmentally disable? How dare we wish to accumulate wealth for her? How dare WE want to provide for her a future (if necessary), rather then throwing her to the wolves and making big daddy government take care of her.
You know why I bitch about high taxes all the time? Because in my heart I know it is taken away from my kid to support lazy people who want all the benefits without the effort. I see them, I know what is going on. I know how the system works and is abused by so many people.
I mean it, and I'm not apologizing for wanting to take care of my own family.
At this point I don't know. I did what I could do, what is in my power to do. I voted. My friend smirked about the win, she's a Democrat. I've tried. It is her right to be a democrat. I will always disagree with Socialism, and therefore cannot align myself with that.
This morning as I contemplated the Republican defeat, I thought well, all we can do is ride the wave, and hope for the best. What more can I say?
My mother and I shared the same melancholy sadness about the results of the election. People are generally unhappy about our government, and I think there will be much more of that to come.
What do I know? My husband and I are "rich", we make more than we should be allowed, therefore we must give some of that away to lazy people who do not wish to work as hard, or who will not give up their drugs, drinking, or slovenly ways and stop reproducing long enough to achieve any progress on their own behalf. Why should they? Uncle Sam is more than willing to give them the fruits of our labor.
Who cares if we have a child that is developmentally disable? How dare we wish to accumulate wealth for her? How dare WE want to provide for her a future (if necessary), rather then throwing her to the wolves and making big daddy government take care of her.
You know why I bitch about high taxes all the time? Because in my heart I know it is taken away from my kid to support lazy people who want all the benefits without the effort. I see them, I know what is going on. I know how the system works and is abused by so many people.
I mean it, and I'm not apologizing for wanting to take care of my own family.
Quizzing Thing
| What American accent do you have? Your Result: The West Your accent is the lowest common denominator of American speech. Unless you're a SoCal surfer, no one thinks you have an accent. And really, you may not even be from the West at all, you could easily be from Florida or one of those big Southern cities like Dallas or Atlanta. | |
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Monday, November 06, 2006
Dear Insurance Company
I Apologize.
Admittedly I lost faith, I spoke too soon, and now you've gone and fixed the problem, so I'm sorry for the hard feelings I had towards you. Even though it took a while to hear back from you, you were very nice when you called. I was also very glad to hear that you are going to honor our previous agreement and pay for the value of the lost vehicle. It really is a relief to know that our car troubles are lessening, and we may be back to normal soon enough.
I just wanted to say so since I talked all that trash about you a couple posts down.
Admittedly I lost faith, I spoke too soon, and now you've gone and fixed the problem, so I'm sorry for the hard feelings I had towards you. Even though it took a while to hear back from you, you were very nice when you called. I was also very glad to hear that you are going to honor our previous agreement and pay for the value of the lost vehicle. It really is a relief to know that our car troubles are lessening, and we may be back to normal soon enough.
I just wanted to say so since I talked all that trash about you a couple posts down.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
A Breather
Whew! Deep Cleansing Breath.
It was super slow at work today so I took the opportunity to get the heck out of Dodge and come home and catch up on the stuff that has been overwhelming me this week. I'm finally caught up on my studies, I can't believe I let myself get so far behind. I even washed the dishes! I felt an immediate sense of relief when I closed that chapter knowing I was done for a little while.
Last night the daughter and I laughed our fannies off at those pictures I posted of the doggies. She put the shirt on the little girl, and as usual she got started on something and things went from there. I did get a good deep belly laugh out of the thing, my abs haven't seen that much action in too long. At one point I laid there on the floor laughing, and you know what? My kid was laughing right along with me, and it was good. With all the busy stuff we haven't has as much time to just goof off together.
The dogs are none the worse for wear, although it might seem like it, they were not traumatized in the least. They ran off like it was nothing when we finally freed them from the human clothing, and then the fun was over with only pictures left to tell the story. I had to get back to reality when she started looking for cats to dress up. It felt like I was being a spoil sport, but it was going too far. My cats are not underwear wearing types.
It may be surmised from our pictures that we have no living room furniture, and that would be accurate. We do have a big OLD and tattered sectional couch downstairs, but we never really needed more than that when we were just renting. It is not really that big of a deal, we'll get something eventually after things equalize more from buying the house and stuff. I know a lot of people go out and buy all new furniture and stuff when they buy a house, but we've got cats, dogs, and a rough and tumble kid who is still pretty hard on stuff, so it is not a high priority right now. That's the polite way of saying, it is not in the budget at this particular time.
The kitchen is pretty much the heart of our home anyway, maybe that's why we don't really miss it all that much. Whenever people visit we always gravitate towards the kitchen table anyway, of course that could be because we don't have a couch in there, and the downstairs seems to most people this mysterious place that my husband runs off to after a certain amount of time has passed. He's down here playing his game on the computer, he's more introverted than I am.
People used to think he was mad or being unfriendly, now they just holler down the stairs a quick hello and get on with the visit. It took some assurances that no, he's not avoiding them, he's just not a big sit around the table and chick chat type. Anyway, he only has a certain amount of time when he gets home for his week off, and I would rather he spend it how he likes. We do a lot of bonding the first few days. He has even started going to the grocery store with me once in a while and running errands, that's highly unusual, but he has been.
When we first got married I used to try to drag him out shopping with me, it was horrible for both of us. He hates shopping, I hate shopping with him. That much we do agree on. We usually got in fights because he was annoyed with my stop and look, and I was annoyed with his lack of enthusiasm at all the pretty things. The man does not get the window shopping concept all right? It is just a dumb thing to do in his eyes.
Anyway, it is going to be a long haul this time, he'll be gone for 3 weeks, home for Thanksgiving, which of course I will be working on, because no one gets holidays off where I work. Thems the breaks. I work the holidays so I can have my job the rest of the year. I've accepted it. I'm not going to complain about it. At least he will be home.
My brother has been staying every night because I'm a big ole wuss, and can't sleep when my man isn't home. It has actually been fun. My brother was only about 15 years old when I got married, so we've done a lot of catching up in the last couple of years. We're like great friends, and both have a wicked sense of humor.
My posts are too long, meandering, and dare I say, pointless? Forgive my rambling, but thanks for listening. I am not a woman of few words apparently. I envy those who can write short entertaining snippets.
It was super slow at work today so I took the opportunity to get the heck out of Dodge and come home and catch up on the stuff that has been overwhelming me this week. I'm finally caught up on my studies, I can't believe I let myself get so far behind. I even washed the dishes! I felt an immediate sense of relief when I closed that chapter knowing I was done for a little while.
Last night the daughter and I laughed our fannies off at those pictures I posted of the doggies. She put the shirt on the little girl, and as usual she got started on something and things went from there. I did get a good deep belly laugh out of the thing, my abs haven't seen that much action in too long. At one point I laid there on the floor laughing, and you know what? My kid was laughing right along with me, and it was good. With all the busy stuff we haven't has as much time to just goof off together.
The dogs are none the worse for wear, although it might seem like it, they were not traumatized in the least. They ran off like it was nothing when we finally freed them from the human clothing, and then the fun was over with only pictures left to tell the story. I had to get back to reality when she started looking for cats to dress up. It felt like I was being a spoil sport, but it was going too far. My cats are not underwear wearing types.
It may be surmised from our pictures that we have no living room furniture, and that would be accurate. We do have a big OLD and tattered sectional couch downstairs, but we never really needed more than that when we were just renting. It is not really that big of a deal, we'll get something eventually after things equalize more from buying the house and stuff. I know a lot of people go out and buy all new furniture and stuff when they buy a house, but we've got cats, dogs, and a rough and tumble kid who is still pretty hard on stuff, so it is not a high priority right now. That's the polite way of saying, it is not in the budget at this particular time.
The kitchen is pretty much the heart of our home anyway, maybe that's why we don't really miss it all that much. Whenever people visit we always gravitate towards the kitchen table anyway, of course that could be because we don't have a couch in there, and the downstairs seems to most people this mysterious place that my husband runs off to after a certain amount of time has passed. He's down here playing his game on the computer, he's more introverted than I am.
People used to think he was mad or being unfriendly, now they just holler down the stairs a quick hello and get on with the visit. It took some assurances that no, he's not avoiding them, he's just not a big sit around the table and chick chat type. Anyway, he only has a certain amount of time when he gets home for his week off, and I would rather he spend it how he likes. We do a lot of bonding the first few days. He has even started going to the grocery store with me once in a while and running errands, that's highly unusual, but he has been.
When we first got married I used to try to drag him out shopping with me, it was horrible for both of us. He hates shopping, I hate shopping with him. That much we do agree on. We usually got in fights because he was annoyed with my stop and look, and I was annoyed with his lack of enthusiasm at all the pretty things. The man does not get the window shopping concept all right? It is just a dumb thing to do in his eyes.
Anyway, it is going to be a long haul this time, he'll be gone for 3 weeks, home for Thanksgiving, which of course I will be working on, because no one gets holidays off where I work. Thems the breaks. I work the holidays so I can have my job the rest of the year. I've accepted it. I'm not going to complain about it. At least he will be home.
My brother has been staying every night because I'm a big ole wuss, and can't sleep when my man isn't home. It has actually been fun. My brother was only about 15 years old when I got married, so we've done a lot of catching up in the last couple of years. We're like great friends, and both have a wicked sense of humor.
My posts are too long, meandering, and dare I say, pointless? Forgive my rambling, but thanks for listening. I am not a woman of few words apparently. I envy those who can write short entertaining snippets.
Quiz Thingie
I Love These Things.
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Dogs In Underpants
"Will we be getting treats soon?"
"If my pants weren't so tight, I would runaway up the stairs...if only I could get away..."
Friday, November 03, 2006
Does Anybody Care?
My Continuing Angst.
I've had it up to my head. I despise insurance companies for the crooked beings they are. We haven't heard a single thing from our insurance company about our car, it's going on a month now since my husband had his accident.
My friend notifies me that a co-worker's daughter had an accident in Wy. about the same time, totalling her car, her car has already been replaced, the whole process took maybe 2 weeks at most. I have not yet received a return call from our so called adjuster about anything at all. We finally gave up and called the 1-800 number and had a customer service representative tell us what was going on. Good thing we did because we found out they were going to have the car towed the next day, gee, thanks for letting us know.
That was the last we heard about anything at all. We've received no other information from our insurance company, which is actually supposed to be a good company, but I'm getting a little worried. (Here I go with the worrying--gah!)
Not to bring up the past or anything, but some might recall that at this time last year I was in a car accident which was no fault of my own, I was rear ended by two people while sitting in traffic, and our big gigantic sturdy truck was bent all to heck. It sits dog legged on the side of our house waiting, waiting for the insurance companies to do something to rectify the situation. I mean really, contrary to popular belief, we don't just give them many hundreds a year to just do nothing. They made a bargain, but are not noble enough to hold up their end of it, it is truly shameful.
Don't get me started on health insurance, oh, what the heck. We pay $235/month for health insurance, we have a $1000/per family deductible per year. We've come just shy of the deductible thanks to an e.r. visit for stitches, and a couple of doctor office visits. We'll be paying for that ourselves I suppose. Not to mention we've forked out nearly $2000 to the insurance company for "coverage." That brings our whopping total to $3000 that we will pay this year, not to mention that brief period of time when we didn't have any health insurance, and accrued some bills. Given the $3000 dollar total, what has our insurance company actually paid? $10/month for my prescription, I pay $38 for it. That's it.
Okay, so tell me again why we have health insurance? I know I know, just in case we have a big, big cost. As my dad says, "they bet you won't, you bet you will." Sure, with a child with a blood disorder, it's worth the cost for us to pay for it to protect us in the case of a hospital stay, or something else. It just sort of burns my butt, and I'll tell you why, because I know people who don't pay squat for their own health care, we pay for it. These same people have birthed a child a year for the last 3 years, all on the taxpayer dime.
You know what else, my husband and I work hard. We work our asses off. He's freezing his balls off in Wyoming working on a rig to make enough money to put us in a better financial position in life, and the government sees fit to take the bounty of his blood, sweat and tears and give it to someone else. Someone undeserving. I'm running around here like a chicken with my head cut off trying to keep up with a house, a child with special needs, my own job which is physically demanding, I'm going to school, and paying with it with, GASP, our own money, and I'm tired of watching shiftless bums ride the system for all it is worth. I'm tired of it people.
My dad the optimist says, "be thankful you have health insurance, be thankful for what you have, be thankful you have the money to pay to taxes." I get the concept. I am thankful, I just can shake the resentment, and I know it is wrong to carry it. I sit here thinking what am I some kind of greedy penny pincher? Is it so wrong to want to leave an inheritance to our own child? What's left after we pay for the rest of society's freeloaders? What do we get to keep?
I'm going to keep going to spite the mooches of the world. I'll keep working, I'll keep improving so I can make more, I will reluctantly give through taxation, but I will never agree with it, and I will never think it is right. I will most certainly not vote for any party that wants to give more of my money to pay for the bad choices of other people.
There, that's my angst, I'm letting it out. I'm trying to move on from here. Some things we just can't control or help.
I've had it up to my head. I despise insurance companies for the crooked beings they are. We haven't heard a single thing from our insurance company about our car, it's going on a month now since my husband had his accident.
My friend notifies me that a co-worker's daughter had an accident in Wy. about the same time, totalling her car, her car has already been replaced, the whole process took maybe 2 weeks at most. I have not yet received a return call from our so called adjuster about anything at all. We finally gave up and called the 1-800 number and had a customer service representative tell us what was going on. Good thing we did because we found out they were going to have the car towed the next day, gee, thanks for letting us know.
That was the last we heard about anything at all. We've received no other information from our insurance company, which is actually supposed to be a good company, but I'm getting a little worried. (Here I go with the worrying--gah!)
Not to bring up the past or anything, but some might recall that at this time last year I was in a car accident which was no fault of my own, I was rear ended by two people while sitting in traffic, and our big gigantic sturdy truck was bent all to heck. It sits dog legged on the side of our house waiting, waiting for the insurance companies to do something to rectify the situation. I mean really, contrary to popular belief, we don't just give them many hundreds a year to just do nothing. They made a bargain, but are not noble enough to hold up their end of it, it is truly shameful.
Don't get me started on health insurance, oh, what the heck. We pay $235/month for health insurance, we have a $1000/per family deductible per year. We've come just shy of the deductible thanks to an e.r. visit for stitches, and a couple of doctor office visits. We'll be paying for that ourselves I suppose. Not to mention we've forked out nearly $2000 to the insurance company for "coverage." That brings our whopping total to $3000 that we will pay this year, not to mention that brief period of time when we didn't have any health insurance, and accrued some bills. Given the $3000 dollar total, what has our insurance company actually paid? $10/month for my prescription, I pay $38 for it. That's it.
Okay, so tell me again why we have health insurance? I know I know, just in case we have a big, big cost. As my dad says, "they bet you won't, you bet you will." Sure, with a child with a blood disorder, it's worth the cost for us to pay for it to protect us in the case of a hospital stay, or something else. It just sort of burns my butt, and I'll tell you why, because I know people who don't pay squat for their own health care, we pay for it. These same people have birthed a child a year for the last 3 years, all on the taxpayer dime.
You know what else, my husband and I work hard. We work our asses off. He's freezing his balls off in Wyoming working on a rig to make enough money to put us in a better financial position in life, and the government sees fit to take the bounty of his blood, sweat and tears and give it to someone else. Someone undeserving. I'm running around here like a chicken with my head cut off trying to keep up with a house, a child with special needs, my own job which is physically demanding, I'm going to school, and paying with it with, GASP, our own money, and I'm tired of watching shiftless bums ride the system for all it is worth. I'm tired of it people.
My dad the optimist says, "be thankful you have health insurance, be thankful for what you have, be thankful you have the money to pay to taxes." I get the concept. I am thankful, I just can shake the resentment, and I know it is wrong to carry it. I sit here thinking what am I some kind of greedy penny pincher? Is it so wrong to want to leave an inheritance to our own child? What's left after we pay for the rest of society's freeloaders? What do we get to keep?
I'm going to keep going to spite the mooches of the world. I'll keep working, I'll keep improving so I can make more, I will reluctantly give through taxation, but I will never agree with it, and I will never think it is right. I will most certainly not vote for any party that wants to give more of my money to pay for the bad choices of other people.
There, that's my angst, I'm letting it out. I'm trying to move on from here. Some things we just can't control or help.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Ritualistic Barfing Ceremony
The Dogs Have Bonded. I Think.
Strange very strange. This morning my brother and I went outside to watch the dogs play in the yard, all right, I can't lie, we were smoking cigarettes. Big nasty dangerous cigarettes, but we were outside, and we were watching the dogs, we were just smoking while we did it.
We noticed that both of them were grazing on the grass that grows at the edge of the patio. This is normal, we thought. Toby often takes a bite of grass while out there, my sister's dogs come to visit, they nibble on the grass, it must be some tasty grass. The dogs were really scarfing it up, we noted how much of it they were eating.
Toby finally sat down, and within seconds hocked up a big steaming pile of grass. This is something I've never seen him do. "Oh great! Well I'm glad he did that out here and not inside!" I told my brother who found the thing pretty funny. We looked at the little girl dog and noticed that she was still steadily chomping away at the grass, and decided maybe we better keep them outside for a bit, and just as we said it, she sat down and hocked up two steaming piles of grass.
It was the strangest thing, why they both did this at practically the same time is beyond me. I've never seen Toby do it before, and to have them both do it was rather strange. I don't know, and I guess I never will. My brother found the whole thing amusing, especially the part where I gagged really bad each time one of them puked up the grass. I couldn't help it, it was gross to see. Yet, I couldn't look away. Weird.
I hope they aren't sick or anything. I guess we'll see, they both seem unbothered by the whole thing. I have appointments for both of them at the vet next week. Toby is getting a doggy pedicure, how freakin' decadent is that? Seriously. She will be getting her shots, and an overall examination, poor girl. I think Toby will need shots too, the vet will know that I'm sure.
And the saying goes, dogs will be dogs. I rushed them into the house after that so that neither got the notion to gobble up the steaming grass piles. Dude that is sick.
Strange very strange. This morning my brother and I went outside to watch the dogs play in the yard, all right, I can't lie, we were smoking cigarettes. Big nasty dangerous cigarettes, but we were outside, and we were watching the dogs, we were just smoking while we did it.
We noticed that both of them were grazing on the grass that grows at the edge of the patio. This is normal, we thought. Toby often takes a bite of grass while out there, my sister's dogs come to visit, they nibble on the grass, it must be some tasty grass. The dogs were really scarfing it up, we noted how much of it they were eating.
Toby finally sat down, and within seconds hocked up a big steaming pile of grass. This is something I've never seen him do. "Oh great! Well I'm glad he did that out here and not inside!" I told my brother who found the thing pretty funny. We looked at the little girl dog and noticed that she was still steadily chomping away at the grass, and decided maybe we better keep them outside for a bit, and just as we said it, she sat down and hocked up two steaming piles of grass.
It was the strangest thing, why they both did this at practically the same time is beyond me. I've never seen Toby do it before, and to have them both do it was rather strange. I don't know, and I guess I never will. My brother found the whole thing amusing, especially the part where I gagged really bad each time one of them puked up the grass. I couldn't help it, it was gross to see. Yet, I couldn't look away. Weird.
I hope they aren't sick or anything. I guess we'll see, they both seem unbothered by the whole thing. I have appointments for both of them at the vet next week. Toby is getting a doggy pedicure, how freakin' decadent is that? Seriously. She will be getting her shots, and an overall examination, poor girl. I think Toby will need shots too, the vet will know that I'm sure.
And the saying goes, dogs will be dogs. I rushed them into the house after that so that neither got the notion to gobble up the steaming grass piles. Dude that is sick.
Please Let Me Introduce
Our Bouncing Baby Girl.
Weighing in at 50lbs. Little miss Carly has brought a ray of sunshine into our lives. We brought her home from the Humane Society just 2 nights ago, and she's been an absolute doll baby ever since. Our big boy Toby seems to adore her, and she's fitting in quite well. We couldn't be more pleased to have her, and I think she shares that emotion.
Look at that face, what an angel.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
I Better Study Harder
Or I'm Going To Iraq.
If someone had told me that the man said such a thing even I might have questioned the truth in it, but it is true, John Kerry did say to paraphrase, if you study hard, and are smart you can do well, if you don't well, you get stuck in Iraq. It's true. There are videos all over the web of him actually inserting his own foot into that humongous cavity below his nose. People, believe me when I say, I am so incredibly thankful that this man was not elected President.
Feast your eyes on this video I found over at the Purple Avenger's blog.
If someone had told me that the man said such a thing even I might have questioned the truth in it, but it is true, John Kerry did say to paraphrase, if you study hard, and are smart you can do well, if you don't well, you get stuck in Iraq. It's true. There are videos all over the web of him actually inserting his own foot into that humongous cavity below his nose. People, believe me when I say, I am so incredibly thankful that this man was not elected President.
Feast your eyes on this video I found over at the Purple Avenger's blog.
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