Pet Lovers

FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE PETS, THIS IS A TRUE STORY.
FOR THOSE THAT DON'T, IT IS A TRUE STORY.

The following was found posted very low on a refrigerator door.

Dear Dogs and Cats:

The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a
claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Racing me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort, however. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It Is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched
out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! If, by some miracle, I beat you
there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years - canine/feline attendance is not required.

Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted the following message on the front door:

TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OUR PETS:

(1) They live here. You don't.

(2) If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it 'fur'-niture.

(3) I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.

(4) To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly.

Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they:

(1) eat less,

(2) don't ask for money all the time,

(3) are easier to train,

(4) normally come when called,

(5) never ask to drive the car,

(6) don't hang out with drug-using people;
(7) don't smoke or drink,

(8) don't want to wear your clothes,

(9) don't have to buy the latest fashions,

(10) don't need a gazillion dollars for college and

(11) if they get pregnant, you can sell their children.

Men vs ....

I have decided that I can sum up most of my adult relationships by comparing each male to a certain type of water based catastrophe … and believe it or not, they fit quite nicely … read on and you shall see for yourself if you know me …

Jason is the calm place you usually go to but every once in a while, there’s an undercurrent, a churning, a blow spout, a ripple, a rocky sea – all usually caused by outside things that he lets build until he explodes. The place that even with the unknowns sometimes, you still feel the safest and know that even with the minor unexpectantcies, you’re gonna be relaxed soon and find a peaceful balance ….

Russ can best be described as a swirling abyss. (aka undercurrent) (aka sinkhole)At first you don’t see the danger. It might actually be breathtaking – exciting, deep – but OMG if you get close enough to get sucked in, you’d better be strong enough to pull yourself out and clear from being sucked back in or you’ll be stuck in that ever churning disaster for all eternity (or until one of you dies from the exhaustion of it all) either way, it has basically the same ending.

With this type of danger – you may even get continually sucked in because of promises, of blame being shifted thinking you too are at fault or whatever and each time, you sink lower into the swirls making each climb to the top to safety – or sanity, harder and harder.

The warning signs are there from the beginning but we choose to ignore them for whatever sick reasons our minds, our sick hearts, our libidos or our friends make for us but usually when 2 of 3 out of the about tell you to run when you find yourself in the about situation – RUN like hell and don’t look back. You’ll thank everyone later, trust me.

Shane was well, he was the breakers at the edge of the beaches that warn you to stay away from them. You know you HAVE to disobey the signs when you see them because it’s just how humans work. When you get down into the water outside the breaks, you see this dainty lil turtle (Katie) and you have to stay there and figure out how to get it outta the tidal pool it’s stuck in because obviously the break isn’t doing its job protecting it. The whole time you’re there cussing knowing you shouldn’t be but thinking if the dang break woulda done what it woulda supposed to have done, you wouldn’t be in that position but, you care about the little thing and you’re hellbent and determined to what you have to do to save the poor little thing.

Determined to fix it, you withstand the waves slamming you, looking out for cops since you are breaking laws being in the position you’re in but dang Breaker can’t do what he’s supposed to … and of course, you’re also in danger of sharks but hey, there’s the little one and you’re still hellbent and determined no one will hurt a little one while you’re around and finally, lil one’s mom shows up and can take care of her so you’re finally relieved of the duty shirking Breaker ….. so what if he’s off in search of the next lil turtles to neglect, at least it won’t be on your watch or conscious so, he has Karma to deal with, we all know how Ms. Karma works – maybe we’ll get to be the flies on the wall when it happens, lol.

There were other men in my life – but none that fit in on here.

Tid – he’s one of those rocks that you see, pick up - know it’s solid but for some reason, it makes you laugh in a good way. You still keep it and even if you don’t have it with you that often, you know it’s there when you need it.

My Dad. Well. That’s the one person I could never, ever manage to sum up if I tried. Today, April 7th is the anniversary of the day he died. I was there when it happened. Got to say all the things I hadn’t and held back things I wouldn’t tell him because I would not burden him with them. It’s been a long time and it has not gotten easier. I’m not sure if a girl ever really stops missing her daddy. Hell, I’m 39 – hardly a “girl” anymore but, to me, I’m still his little girl in that silly red suit, silly black patent leather shoes – and I miss him ….

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Sunday, February 08, 2009
CJ's Sweet (or not so) 16th Birthday
hhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9am9COGN04 (“Sweet 16” Billy Idol)

Happy Birthday CJ - I can't believe you're already 16 Baby and the mushy sweet 16 songs just wouldn't cut it for you ... but this one kinda comes close. I love you snicklefritz ... you'll always be momma's lil tow head.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Health Update
Got my Upper GI Results. No tears or masses - which is a huge relief. The meds I am on and the migraines/unstable BP is causing digestive issues so they increased the meds I am on and added a new med to help aide in processing food quicker so I don't have the same issue as this time.

My Neuro tests are all ok. New meds to help control the migraines that no one seems to know what causes.

BP & Migraines still out of control ~ I have the best specialists in the area that are treating the symptoms I see them for that the Migraines cause but no one seems to know what causes them ~

So, I'm still, over 2 years later, stuck in a painfully vicious circle of health problems caused by constant migraines that no one seems to know the underlying trigger for.....

Obviously, I have been diagnosed with Stress Disorder (wonder why, lol) and Anxiety ~ and I'm getting really tired of being Sick and Tired!!!!!!!

Thanks to all that asked about me.....

Tuesday, February 03, 2009
"Dear NRA Telemarketers"
Current mood: aggravated
Dear NRA Telemarketers:

Can you please stop calling my house? While I understand, agree and sympathize with what your Organization represents, I strongly feel that 10 telephone calls to my house AFTER I have thanked you and told you that my husband and I were not interested is a bit EXCESSIVE.

It's not that we don't like guns or have "never used them". We both have. I got re-educated in proper hand-gun safety by my awesome friend Tid while my husband was properly trained by the USMC. We chose not have them in our home because we have kids and their friends in at all times, especially when we're not there and it's a bit more comforting to us that we've removed that possible dangerous object from their reach for the moment.

Sure, there are times that firing off a few rounds at the range would relieve some stress but it's not worth the possible risk to the aforementioned children or hell, even a stranger coming in and using it on one of the kids when we're not there to protect them so....

Again, I do thank you for your time and consideration in wanting us to know about the new laws but for pete's sake - don't ya think enough's enough???

*** oh, and I didn't mention because it's common sense that if you are able to carry/use a gun, thank a Soldier for helping you keep that right.


Thursday, January 29, 2009
For The Mom's of Daughters
Current mood: blessed

Ok, so no one really asked me to write and give my opinion on this subject but if you know me, you know that doesn't ever really stop me if I want to speak my mind - besides, we've already established I don't bite my tongue because it hurts so let's just get on with it, shall we?

As a mom of boys, I've already had to deal with both a good amount of girls and their parents - both good and bad. I've also dealt with the other side of things - being the crazy teen dealing with the sometimes even Crazier parents, which brings this blog to life.

Most of you already know that the more you try to get a child, especially a Hormone Ridden Teenager NOT to do something, the MORE they are going to want to do it and the faster and more they are going to find ways to do it. But yet, some of you out there insist on doing it anyway. I'm not talking about things that actually harm your child (don't get your granny panties or tightie whities in a bunch, geesh).

I'm talking about the Hormone Part of their lives. I know from experience the boys my parents hated, I absolutely adored. Could Not Live without. Had to be with them. Found ways to be with them. Yep, they were bad for me. The ones they liked and allowed me around - yep, hated them and ditched them quick. Sometimes, if my parents really, really hated them and let me know it a lot, I made sure I acted out a lot and was like "I want to marry them though" or something equally stupid. Hell, some out there have actually married that one person their parents HATED that badly because they were that bad just because their parents were that anal about it.... just because they could. Parents were right but parents did not allow kids to see it themselves, kids made their own (sobeit wrong) decision, and well ... you know the rest.

My point is - kids are kids. We all were - you cannot keep your child from making the mistakes you made. They're going to do things. They're going to like people you don't like - it's part of life and if you get your head outta your ass, stop listening to the Jones' that are Perfect or the book you think is telling you how you're supposed to raise your child and actually do it, you'd figure that out.

Let them make some mistakes - let them make some decisions - choose your battles- if they like someone that you don't (and they're not an axe murderer or show up with a needle hanging out of their arm) let them see them under ADULT supervision a bit to get them over the phase - they'll be grown up before you know it and have to face the realities and responsibilities that most all of us do every day - and if they're like most of us, they'll turn out pretty darn good ....

Oh yeah, and teach them that except for the "change a bit in the responsible ways" but not to make others happy or respect/accept you ways" is the best way to go, lol....

BB folks ....

Saturday, December 13, 2008
Yule 2008
Current mood: calm
Celtic Yuletide Blessing - from Patti with appreciation
The Celtic people knew the importance of the solstice. Although the Yule season marks the middle of winter, colder times were still to come. It was important to put aside staple foods for the coming months, because it would be many months before anything fresh grew again. Consider, as you think on this devotional, what your family has put aside -- both material goods and things on the spiritual plane.
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The food is put away for the winter, the crops are set aside to feed us,
the cattle are come down from their fields, and the sheep are in from the pasture
The land is cold, the sea is stormy, the sky is gray. The nights are dark, but we have our family
kin and clan around the hearth, staying warm in the midst of darkness
our spirit and love a flame a beacon burning brightly in the night.
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Snowflakes are one of nature's most fragile things, but just look what they do when they stick together.
- Verna M. Kelly
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Holidays and Observances

Dec. 11 Observance of Arianrhod, Celtic Moon Goddess - Celebrate with Moon
Magick!
Dec. 12 Full Moon
Dec. 14 Birth of Nostradamus
Dec. 18 Festival of Epona - Celebrate with decorations of horses! Chris'
Birthday (he is busy packing your orders, even on his birth-day!)
Dec. 19 Last Quarter, Waning Moon
Dec. 20 Mother Night, Norse Festival when your dreams may be prophetic.
Celebrate with decorations of a tree, or decorate with pine cones and pine
branches. 12 Days of Yule Begins: A Festival of 12 Nights.
Dec. 21 Yule Sabbat, Winter Solstice
Dec. 22 First Day of Winter
Dec. 23 Happy Birthday FreeOak!
Dec. 24 Celtic Tree Month of Beth is Dec 24 - Jan 20 Birch Tree: Time for
Purifying and Birth
Dec. 26 Boxing Day
Dec. 27 New Moon, Birth of Freya, Goddess of Love, Cats, Seeresses and
Fertility.
Dec. 29 Day of Nymphs
Dec. 31: End of 12 Days of Yule. Plan for future, make a wish and announce a
resolution! Bake Gingerbread... grab a bell or drum and ring/drum (or use
pots and pans!)in the New Year! Sweep out the old! Open doors and windows -
Out with the old, in with the new!
We Welcome 2009!
Jan. 1 Hag's Day, Fortuna Offerings for a blessed new year. Charming of the
Plow; Return the Corn Mother
Jan. 2 Birth of Inanna, Sumerian Goddess; Princess of Earth and Queen of
Heaven. Celebrations of Isis
Jan. 3 Festival of Lenaia honoring Dionysus
Jan. 4 First Quarter, Waxing Moon
Jan. 5 Night of Befana
Jan. 6 Triple Goddess Day, Wassil Eve, Epiphany of Persephone
Jan. 7 Honoring of Sekhmet and Festival of Isis
Jan. 8 Old Druidic New Year and Midwives Day
Jan. 9 Celebration of Janus
Jan. 10 Full Moon; Celebrations to honor Thor
Jan. 13 Ancient Druid's Feast of Brewing, Midvintersblot is celebrated for
Peace, Good Winter and Future Good Harvests
Jan. 17 Last Quarter, Waning Moon. Celebrate Festival of Goddess Felicitas -
Good Luck Day; associated with symbols of health and wealth.
Jan. 18 Day of Danu, Ancient Greece's Theogamia of Hera, Woman's Festival
Jan. 21 Celtic Tree Luis Begins: Celebrations of the Rowan Tree from Jan. 21
- Feb. 17. Agnes Day: Fire Divination
Jan. 22 Festival of Muses, Goddesses of Inspiration, Art and Science: Read,
Dance and Sing!
Jan. 23 Celebrations of Hathor: Egyptian Mother Goddess, Goddess of Love,
Music, Drinking, Dance and Goddess of Underworld
Jan. 25 Minnie Robinson's first birthday
Jan. 26 Robbie and Brigid's Wedding Anniversary 7, New Moon, Honoring of
Cernunnos
Jan. 27 Day of Ishtar
Jan. 29 Festival of Peace
Jan. 30 Festival of Sementivae Faria: Honor to Ceres, Goddess of Agriculture
Jan. 31 Sacred to Valkyries & Norns
... and we will be back to you for Blessings of the Seeds, Cleansing Time,
Growth and Renewal... for Imbolc/Candlemas.
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"The twelve months...
Snowy, Flowy, Blowy,
Showery, Flowery, Bowery,
Hoppy, Croppy, Droppy,
Breeze, Sneezy, Freezy." - George Ellis
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One kind word can warm three winter months. - Japanese Proverb
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For more of this, please see 13Moons


Saturday, December 13, 2008
Christmas Funnies (thanx Ed)
Current mood: bouncy
Diary of a Demented Snow Shoveler

December 8, 6:00 PM
It started to snow. The first snow of the season and the wife and I took our cocktails and sat for hours by the window watching the huge soft flakes drift down from heaven. It looked like a Grandma Moses print. So romantic we felt like newlyweds again. I love snow!
December 9
We woke to a beautiful blanket of crystal white snow covering every inch of the landscape. What a fantastic sight! Can there be a more lovely place in the whole world? Moving here was the best idea I've ever had! Shoveled for the first time in years and felt like a boy again. I did both our driveway and the sidewalks. This afternoon the snowplow came along and covered up the sidewalks and closed in the driveway, so I got to shovel again. What a perfect life!
December 12
The sun has melted all our lovely snow. Such a disappointment! My neighbor tells me not to worry - we'll definitely have a white Christmas. No snow on Christmas would be awful! Bob says we'll have so much snow by the end of winter, that I'll never want to see snow again. I don't think that's possible. Bob is such a nice man, I'm glad he's our neighbor.
December 14
Snow, lovely snow! 8 inches last night. The temperature dropped to -20. The cold makes everything sparkle so. The wind took my breath away, but I warmed up by shoveling the driveway and sidewalks. This is the life! The snowplow came back this afternoon and buried everything again. I didn't realize I would have to do quite this much shoveling, but I'll certainly get back in shape this way. I wish I wouldn't huff and puff so.
December 15
20 inches forecast. Sold my van and bought a 4x4 Blazer. Bought snow tires for the wife's car and 2 extra shovels. Stocked the freezer. The wife wants a wood stove in case the electricity goes out. I think that's silly. We aren't in Alaska, after all.
December 16
Ice storm this morning. Fell on my ass on the ice in the driveway putting down salt. Hurt like hell. The wife laughed for an hour, which I think was very cruel.
December 17
Still way below freezing. Roads are too icy to go anywhere. Electricity was off for 5 hours. I had to pile the blankets on to stay warm. Nothing to do but stare at the wife and try not to irritate her. Guess I should've bought a wood stove, but won't admit it to her. God I hate it when she's right. I can't believe I'm freezing to death in my own living room.
December 20
Electricity is back on, but had another 14 inches of the damn stuff last night. More shoveling! Took all day. The damn snowplow came by twice. Tried to find a neighbor kid to shovel, but they said they're too busy playing hockey. I think they're lying. Called the only hardware store around to see about buying a snow blower and they're out. Might have another shipment in March. I think they're lying. Bob says I have to shovel or the city will have it done and bill me. I think he's lying.
December 22
Bob was right about a white Christmas because 13 more inches of the white shit fell today, and it's so cold, it probably won't melt till August. Took me 45 minutes to get all dressed up to go out to shovel and then I had to piss. By the time I got undressed, pissed and dressed again. I was too tired to shovel. Tried to hire Bob who has a plow on his truck for the rest of the winter, but he says he's too busy. I think the asshole is lying.
December 23
Only 2 inches of snow today. And it warmed up to 0. The wife wanted me to decorate the front of the house this morning. What is she, nuts?!! Why didn't she tell me to do that a month ago? She says she did but I think she's lying.
December 24
6 inches - Snow packed so hard by snowplow, I broke the shovel. Thought I was having a heart attack. If I ever catch the son of a bitch who drives that snow plow, I'll drag him through the snow by his balls and beat him to death with my broken shovel. I know he hides around the corner and waits for me to finish shoveling and then he comes down the street at a 100 miles an hour and throws snow all over where I've just been! Tonight the wife wanted me to sing Christmas carols with her and open our presents, but I was too busy watching for the damn snowplow.
December 25
Merry f---ing Christmas! 20 more inches of the damn slop tonight - Snowed In!!! The idea of shoveling makes my blood boil. God, I hate the snow! Then the snowplow driver came by asking for a donation and I hit him over the head with my shovel. The wife says I have a bad attitude. I think she's a fricking idiot. If I have to watch "It's A Wonderful Life" one more time, I'm going to stuff her into the microwave.
December 26
Still snowed in. Why the hell did I ever move here? It was all HER idea. She's really getting on my nerves.
December 27
Temperature dropped to -30 and the pipes froze; plumber came after 14 hours of waiting for him, he only charged me $1,400 to replace all my pipes.
December 28
Warmed up to above -20. Still snowed in. The BITCH is driving me crazy!!!
December 29
10 more inches. Bob says I have to shovel the roof or it could cave in. That's the silliest thing I ever heard. How dumb does he think I am?
December 30
Roof caved in. I beat up the snow plow driver, and now he is suing me for a million dollars, not only for the beating I gave him, but also for trying to shove the broken snow shovel up his ass. The wife went home to her mother. Nine more inches predicted.
December 31
I set fire to what's left of the house. No more shoveling.
January 8
Feel so good. I just love those little white pills they keep giving me. Why am I tied to the bed?
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Christmas with Louise
As a joke, my brother used to hang a pair of panty hose over his fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them. What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings were overflowed, his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty.
One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those things at Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown.
If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go. You'll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, "What does this do? You're kidding me! Who would buy that?" Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section.
I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour.
Finding what I wanted was difficult. Love Dolls come in many different models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for Lovable Louise. She was at the bottom of the price scale. To call Louise a doll took a huge leap of imagination.
On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life.
My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours. Long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours.
The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had made him VERY happy but had left the dog confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more.
We all agreed that Louise should remain in her panty hose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner.
My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. "What the hell is that?" she asked.
My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll."
"Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped.
I had several candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut.
"Where are her clothes?" Granny continued.
"Boy, that turkey sure smells nice Gran" Jay said, to steer her into the dining room.
But Granny was relentless. "Why doesn't she have any teeth?"
Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on Granny, hang on!"
My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, "Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?"
I told him she was Jay's friend.
A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.
The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the panty hose, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa.
The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants.
Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car.
It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember.
Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh.
Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health!

Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Gossamer Cornwitch
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She lives in spiderwebbed wonderlands and insect grottos.
She is only seen in the enchanted moment between sleep and waking.
She wears tiny black spiders on her dresses.
She has butterfly wings the colour of yellow corn.
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Friday, December 05, 2008
My November 2008

Wow ~ where was I when I last left off of this blog thingy? Prolly bitching about something if I know me (and sometimes, I think I actually do know me)
Wednesday before Turkey Day, I had to see a Cardiologist who ordered this "nuclear stress test" within 2 weeks (I'll do it after first of year, ssshhhh)
Long Weekend of Turkey Day ~ stay around house almost ALL weekend with just Dam Dog and Jas since boys were with other parents
Sunday after Turkey Day ~ kidneys hurt but too stubborn to admit what I already know is wrong
Monday after Turkey Day ~ find out my mom is taken by ambulance to ER. ER visit, ICU incidents too many too mention causing me over 4 hours on telephone. find out Devon has pierced his own lip here.
Tuesday after Turkey Day ~ Finally admit to myself that I have another dreaded kidney infection and call my doctor ~ go see him tomorrow. Still fighting with hospital to make sure mom is getting care she needs. Find out Devon’s dad goes and buys him lip ring ignoring me about the facial piercing.
Wednesday after Turkey Day ~ Mom gets moved out of ICU. My doc confirms kidney infection and gives me meds and sends out for a bunch of other tests. Tell my mom I'll be home to see her the weekend before Xmas and get to hear her be very happy.
Thursday after Turkey Day ~ Deal with meds kicking in and their side effects (but glad meds, self-medication and rest is helping) talk to stronger mom and laugh hysterically at one of my App Friends wig out about constructive criticism when she was asking for picture comments …
And how has your weeks been???


Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Mom Rose vs. Raiden
Check out this video: Mom & Raiden


Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Grandma watching the surfers on Tybee
Check out this video: Grandma watching the surfers on Tybee



Thursday, November 20, 2008
sumabeach. I just flushed my brand new gold bracelet down the toilet - and no, I didn’t mean to
Current mood: pissed off
So, Saturday, I FINALLY get the gold rope necklace & bracelet I've been wanting but wouldn't buy because it was too expensive - BUT I got them at a Jewelry Store that was going out of business for chump change (thankfully)
I get home with my new treasures and happily and contently wear them for a few days ...
UNTIL TONIGHT ...
I go to use the bathroom - and notice that there's this snakish/wormy looking thing in the toilet - I'm a chic, I think, "Good, there goes another pest ... "
Then, look down at my wrist and realize what I was just GLAD to flush was my brand new bracelet.... just as it's going down the drain ...
SUMABITCH.
I verbalize my disgust to Jas who replies "good thing you got 2”..
Dammit. My dog sheds and makes all my clothes/my house hairy, my sons (hubby) make my house and mess and now ME, I Flush my jewelry down the toilet ..
WTF??

Thursday, November 06, 2008
Acai Berry Diet Scam
In case any of you were wondering - DO NOT FALL FOR THE ACAI BERRY CLEANSING HYPE you see on the internet, Oprah or Rachel Ray.
Initially, you will pay a mere $3.90 for shipping/handling to try their wonderful product for 14 days with guaranteed results....
BUT don't tell you is that they with hold shipment for a while so that you get it on the 15th day
Not necessarily bad except the envelope has this teeny tiny white slip of paper that says
"Some may not get the full 14 day trial. Please be advised that on the 14th day, your credit card will be charged $89.90 and will continue every 30 days until you call to cancel"
So, if you're like me, you've been scammed. You have this so-called miracle weight loss product so why not use it, RIGHT?
2 doses into this miracle "cleansing, weight loss product" and I used 2 rolls of TP. (didn't wanna be too graphic).... after which, my scarily intelligent 14 yr old asks me "Mom, if you wanted to poo that much, why not just use the $2 box of chocolate ex-lax, I bet the taste way better."
I would love to tell you April Fools, I'm kidding or something but alas - my dumb ass fell for this hook, line and as it turned out, STINKER ...
Hopefully, none of you will ...
Blessed be and sh....t

Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Dum Dum De Dum Dum (you get the picture)
Oh Gawd.
Here I sit, watching something very............
Very entertaining on the TV....
... I'm laughing my ass off at these little fools and their antics ...

Yep - Super Bad ...
Oh, yeah, I guess you were thinking I was sitting on the edge of my bed (cuz that's where I usually am when I'm online at this time of night with my laptop) watching the "presidential" election results....
Nope.
Honestly, although I took shit about it for NOT voting today, I exercised my right to NOT Vote.
Not because I'm not registered to vote, because I am ...
In fact, I make sure my voter registration is updated before I get my tags renewed and my licensed reissued if I move because it's that important to me.
Not because I've never "voted" before, because I have ...
Though most wouldn't believe it, I follow the candidates more than most people I know - I vote when I think my vote will actually make a difference. When there is a candidate in the race that I can feel comfortable to cast "my vote” for ... one that I can, in good coconscious, tell others I voted for and why - and not be ashamed or beat around a bush as I'm telling my stands that I also feel the candidate I chose also stands for.
Not because I don't think that I am blessed to have the opportunity to be able to do so, because I am....

I know I am blessed as an American to have soldiers of our great country give their time and sometimes lives to make sure I have the right to vote if I so choose ... as well as the right to not do so.
Today, instead of voting while everyone else around me was, I was mustering up all the good vibes I could in hopes that whomever is appointed our new "Commander in Chief" for the next 4 years does not do more damage than any that have come before them.... and hoping that they might actually do what they campaigned to do.
I realize that although we have a President, that one person alone will never have the ultimate deciding factor in what happens in our wonderful country.... that is why we have Congress, The House and all other sorts of committees, agencies and laws to protect us from the potential stupidity and injustice in whatever form that one political party, one cabinet, one President could possibly dish out.
Have you ever stopped to think that we spend more energy it seems to pick the next "American Idol," the next "Miss America" or hell, even the colors we paint our house than we do to pick a Presidential leader of our country? We spend our hard earned dollars to call in to AI to make sure our voice matters ...
There are some out there that are "party biased" and would vote for whatever Jackass or Elephant was running, regardless if they agreed or disagreed with them based on the "party?"
Still others out there are gonna vote based on race, sexuality or monetary/financial gain they may potentially get out of it.
Seems we're still, as a Nation ... biased and racist in one way or another.
I thought I read, somewhere in my history books that we're not supposed to be that way. Wasn't there a war fought to prevent that??
Oh hell, who am I kidding - people are gonna pass judgments, think others are undeserving for this reason or that ... and politicians will always be corrupt in someone's eyes, no matter what they do.
I think - though I am just one tiny voice -
that our potential president should:
have had to held a position in the military during active duty war time so that they understand the sacrifices our military undertake in those same situations. That may help them better understand the military soldiers and families plight.
have had to spend time (lots and lots and lots) around single parents, low-income families, sick families - so that they can understand the need for child care and need to find ways to lower it so a parent can afford to put their child in safe places to earn their meager salary; health insurance that works and doesn't cost an arm/leg or month's salary so that all Americans get the health care they need; and the difficult times a family has when gas prices, food, rent, utilities rise and there's no help for them.
and yeah - lots of lie detectors, bullshit tests - whatever it takes so that we can know they are sincere ...
There was once a time when a person was only as good as their word ------ I guess that time has long since gone based on all our other politicians that promise so much but deliver so little ...................

Eh, I'm just bitching but I do have to thank Mattie and Bats today for putting things for us real Americans into perspective ...
After we vote, we have to remember that it is up to us as individuals to work as hard as we can to take care of our families, put rooves over our heads, food on our tables, clothes on our backs and medicine down our throats if we need it and to remember to thank those that help us when we need it because god knows, those people in office sworn to protect us and do what they can for us can't and won't do it for us and that they've never been where we are.

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I'd apologize to any that are offended by what I just wrote but eh - this is me we're talking about ... and if you know me, you already know I think what I say, say what I think and if you don't like it ....
well, you know the drill ....
Blessed Be Ya'll