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April 29 something to think about....If condoms had sponsors, you might find them packaged like these:
Sad! Very, very sad....................
THERE'S A LOT OF SADNESS IN THE WORLD. cards not found.... yet  My tire was thumping. I thought it was flat When I looked at the tire... I noticed your cat. Sorry!  Heard your wife left you, How upset you must be. But don't fret about it... She moved in with me. Looking back over the years that we've been together, I can't help but wonder... "What the hell was I thinking?"  Congratulations on your wedding day!
Too bad no one likes your husband.
too bad no one actually said this to me! I've always wanted to have someone to hold, someone to love. After having met you .. I've changed my mind. true
I must admit, you brought Religion into my life. I never believed in Hell until I met you.  As the days go by, I think of how lucky I am... That you're not here to ruin it for me. Congratulations on your promotion. Before you go... Would you like to take this knife out of my back?  You'll probably need it again. Happy birthday! You look great for your age. Almost Lifelike!  When we were together, you always said you'd die for me. Now that we've broken up, I think it's time you kept your promise. I'm so miserable without you it's almost like you're here. Your friends and I wanted to do something special for your birthday. So we're having you put to sleep.  Randomness in a nutshellB, the manager at my store, is in the throws of a brand new relationship. It's kind of sweet, actually. M, his girlfriend, is going away for the weekend. There's no phone reception where she'll be so for five whole long days they won't be able to even talk to each other. He's completely bummed about it.
M decided to surprise B by coming up to the store before she left. He was gone at the time (going over to the K Mart to get her a card), so she waited inside with us. When I saw his car pull in I told her and she nearly ran out of the store. He crossed the parking lot, a big ol' smile on his face, and they embraced and kissed. After a couple minutes they came inside, and he signed and wrote something on the card, then they went outside again.
She only stayed maybe ten minutes. When B came back in, he looked all sullen faced and sad. I felt kinda bad for him.
We talked for a few minutes... mainly he talked and I listened (yes, I really can keep my mouth shut long enough to listen. sometimes.). I told him it was sweet how they run to each other and they're so happy. He informed me the trick is to keep that feeling always. They've only been dating a couple months... this time. I guess they'd been dating for a little while before I met him and she had told him she didn't think she could handle the "kid thing" (he's divorced with 3 kids). I guess she changed her mind.
B told me they're getting an apartment together in August. I just didn't have the heart to tell him not to base their future on how they feel right now. It's a brand new relationship.... that giddy butterfly feeling does not last forever. It comes every now and again, but to keep it always is nearly impossible, and I don't care who you are. Real life intrudes... the bills, the kids, the jobs, the families, the friends... and the butterflies go south.
I vaguely recall that feeling. It's a good feeling. The 'I can't wait to see him!' and the "he's calling me! omg! his voice!" and the "I don't want to be with anyone else ever again" when you put your friends on the backburner because nothing and no one is as important as he is. That stupid feeling of this is it! this is as good as it gets and who would want better? When you feel like a junior high kid all over again. Sure, it's fun to be there....
But I seriously think I'm at a point in my life where I don't want that feeling. Or maybe I do, but at a much lower level. The next time around I want friendship first. That was my mistake, thinking it would follow. When the hearts and flowers and giddiness is gone, I want someone I can have a conversation with. I don't necessarily want someone who makes me laugh. There are enough comedians in the world. I want someone who makes me smile. I don't do that enough. I want someone who can finish my sentences for me... because let's face it, I'm not getting younger and even now there are times by the time I've reached the fourth word of a sentence I've forgotten what the fifth word should be.
I've got to stop writing here when it's late (or early, depending on your perspective). I should be sleeping. And dreaming. I've been dreaming of houses alot lately. Last night it was mostly in a kitchen... a very big kitchen. That had two stoves. And at the beginning of the dream the house belonged to someone else, but by the end it was mine and I don't have a clue how it happened. The other rooms in the house (I only saw two.. a family room and a dining room, but I knew there were several bedrooms and a living room) were on the small side, a bit crowded. The kitchen though.... windows along the top of the walls, extremely large, and for some reason... two stoves. Why should that part stick out the most in my memory?
Okay, I've rambled..... time for bed. G'nite. Or g'morning. April 26 Two in one day.... wowWhat a complete sense of accomplishment I'm feeling this afternoon! And my muscles are bitching up a storm at me because of it. Tomorrow I'm gonna be whining like a pinched baby, but that's okay.
I'll have to snap a couple pics to post so y'all will know why I'm so sore. I decided to put my anger to good use. And besides that, it was such a pretty day out, and my only day off to boot, so I decided to do something with it.
After putting up that last post I went outside. Around noonish. First, to get to what I needed, I had to pretty much empty out the garage. This included taking out my porch swing, my cast iron park bench, moving other stuff around, and finally digging out the lawn mower. Then I had to untangle the extension cords so I could use my trimmer (never thought I'd like an electric trimmer, but since getting it I won't use any other kind).
Okay, half the stuff that was in the garage wound up in front of the garage. Then I plugged the trimmer in and edged the walk way to the back deck, trimmed along the back of the house and along the garage, the fenceline, edged the entire driveway, the sidewalk out front, and trimmed the front and side of the house. I also used the trimmer to cut around the area where I put my swing. Then I dragged my swing over to sit on the blocks in it's little corner of the backyard.
Then I fired up the walk behind mower and tackled the front lawn. Ran out of gas after getting a couple swipes in the backyard, so I put the little fence up along the flowers in front of the front porch. Off to the gas station to get some fuel for my car, the lawnmower, and myself (a couple Diet Cokes, smokes, and my sugar fix). Back home, tackle the backyard. Was a couple swipes of having the front half of the backyard finished when I noticed that my wonderful dog had found a dead squirrel and dropped it in the long grass in front of the deck. Long time dead squirrel. Flat, black, decomposed and stinking! And of course, being a dog, he decided he had to roll over it.
I stopped the mower and came into the house. I called to the boys and told them that one of them had to take care of "it". Gag me.... gross to look at and even worse to smell!!!! The oldest was given the plastic bag and the job of disposal. Then I went back to mowing.... until I reached "the swamp" (a shallow gully that marks the spot where at one time two back yards bumped against each other, but because of the freeway is now one big back yard).
When I came inside, after putting all my stuff away, I had to give Mac a bath. God love him, he's a good dog. I pulled the shower curtain open and told him to get in and he did. And he stayed put while I soaped him up with some good smelling shampoo and rinsed him off. He didn't even make too much of a mess when he got out and I was trying to towel dry him.
Anyway, now I'm off to make dinner. Yay. LOL, and it's still rather early, I may even get a third entry in today. Or at least some pictures.
okay, now that I have the pictures up, it reminds me of even more I need to get done: mulch for the flower bed; plant flowers (but that waits until after the last frost); paint the foundation and the porch rails; stain the deck or get rid of it... the list just goes on and on... and on... and...
oh... and in case you're wondering why there are pictures of the freeway...just wanted to show how close it is to my house. And the one picture is of the bridge the boys decided to hang out under his reaction and why I don't like him...I'm glad I was able to enjoy the euphoria for a few hours because, as I suspected, it came to a crashing halt at around 12:20 this morning. When Mr Wonderful got home. This man has a nasty way of sucking the life and the fun and the laughter right out of me. It's like he's surrounded by a black cloud of hate and misery that cloaks everyone within five feet of him.
He got home from work and after saying hi, I asked him how free cable and internet would sound to him. He wanted to know how, so I told him it was a perk of working at X Cable Company. He said: oh, you got hired. I replied in the affirmative. His answer was: good.cool. Then without missing a beat he started into his usual bitching and whining and me me me bullshit. No questions about my new job, no questions about the interview process, no chance for me to be happy around him.
A few minutes later when he noticed that I looked less than happy to be near him he said: why do you look pissed at the world? or is it just at me?
I informed him I wasn't pissed at anyone, I was just incredibly disappointed in him. Then I had to explain to the blockhead why I was disappointed. And do you know what his reply was???? OMG... this is just so typical of him it didn't even phase me. He said: well, I guess I should be pissed then because for two weeks I've been sick and no one has ever once asked how I'm feeling! Which is a lie.
So let this be a lesson to all you men out there. If your wife or girlfriend or significant other tells you something wonderful that happened to her... goddammit..... ask her lots of questions about it and let her share her happiness about it! Be happy for her!
And this is why he wasn't the first person I told when I got the news. Because I wanted to feel that giddy happy feeling for as long as I could. April 25 My Day....So today I get up early... no reason to be up at 6:30, just got woke up by the kid needing lunch money and decided to stay up. Then I had a meeting for work at ten that was supposed to go until 2:30, but let out early. Which was good. Because there was a job fair I wanted to attend.
The directions I got to the hotel where the job fair was going to be were wrong. Of course. Aren't they most of the time? Anyway, after a mile I decided I should have gone the other way. So I turned around and went back the way I'd come from. I get to the Holiday Inn and the parking lot is full!! I mean, there is nowhere to park at all! I drive around, thinking: no way can all these cars belong to people here for the job fair! I was wrong. After driving around the side and back lots, I cruise around to the front and lo and behold...! Someone gets in a car and leaves right in front of me! Front row parking, just a few feet from the front door! I think: well, maybe this is a good omen!
I go inside and there are representitives from the company stationed near the door to guide everyone to the right place. Go down this hall and hang a right. Um... no. Go down this hall, pick up information about the jobs, then find the end of the line. Find the end of the line! Now, that was an adventure! There are two halls in the Holiday Inn in Southfield that I know pretty well now, lol, having stood on one side then the other from end to end while trying to get to the front of the line. It only took nearly two hours. Understand.. this was two hours of standing in a line without a cigarette or my diet Coke! And no one got hurt!
Observations I made while snaking my way to the front of the line: some people just don't care how they look when they go applying for a job. I saw baggy saggy jeans and inappropriate shirts. I saw a young girl wearing low rider slacks and a short skimpy top that showed off her butterfly tattoo. I saw people in sweatsuits. I saw a woman who looked like she had just come from Dr Botch Up Plastic Surgeon... her lips looked incredibly fake, almost but not quite like a couple bees had stung her. And every fourth person was talking on a cell phone.
The bits and pieces of conversations I heard while the line moved were quite entertaining, too. There was the little guy who used the opportunity to share his ideas of what's wrong with the country with the poor sucker unlucky enough to be in front of him in line. There were the princessess who were whining on their cell phones about how long the line was and how they didn't think it would take "this long".
The job fair began at 10 a.m. How many people were there and left before I got there, I have no idea. I do know that while I was there, there were at least 300 people. No exageration. Once I got toward the front of the line I noticed that a very small number of people were led to a separate room and I thought: that must be the 'magic' room, where you maybe get hired on the spot, but only about every 15th or 20th person was led to that room, the rest just left.
While in line, I thought to myself: boy am I glad I'm here only because I'm considering a career change and not because I'm desperate for a job. My current job may suck, but at least it's a job. And I knew that if it didn't pan out, it wasn't a waste of time, just practice.
I finally get to the front of the line. Twenty of us are sent to this waiting area we'd seen twice before (making the trek up and down one of the halls). That's where I started to feel a little nervous. But just a little. Because I knew I'd be okay if it was only practice. This is why it's best and easiest to look for a job if you already have one... because no matter how much you may want the job, at least you already have one if you don't get this one. Anyway, after a few minutes my group (we were given tickets, like you get at the DMV with a number on them, except these had a letter and number) was called into the 'judgement room' as I call it. You had to pass the muster here before you would even be considered for the 'magic' room.
It was like an assembly line. Three rows of tables set against the walls, chairs in the center of the room for us 'cattle', and as soon as one candidate got up from the pre-screening interview another one was sent. I was in this room maybe eight minutes before it was my turn to face the judge.
My judge introduced himself as Eric. As far as I could tell, the interview was going not so good. This guy kept looking behind me most of the time. He'd ask me a question, I'd answer, he'd be looking beyond my shoulder and seem very distracted. A minute later he'd ask me another question, I'd answer, he'd scribble something down on his paper (that he held up so I couldn't see what he wrote), then he'd look behind me again. Finally I asked him if there was something going on behind me. He mumbled something about watching the 'herder' (the guy who was making everyone move over one chair and directing the other cattle to the empty seats as they became available). He finally asked me if I had any questions and I said no, that I'd done my research and found the answers to any questions I may have. He said that he wished everyone was like that, "knew it all". I quickly let him know that I did not know it all and he laughed. He laughed again when the second time he asked if I had questions I replied: yeah. when do I start? After about five minutes he stood up and told me to sit tight a minute. Then he called over another 'herder' who led me back to the door where I was told to wait. And yet another 'herder' led me to ... ta da! The 'magic' room!
I was told to have a seat at a table in the corner where a couple other people were sitting. I saw three other tables. Two interviewers were sitting at one table, one interviewer was sitting at a back table, and I couldn't see what was going on at the third table. All I knew was that the people sitting at the two tables I could see were having lengthy interviews and whoever got sent to the hidden table was up and gone in two minutes. My first thought was: I don't want to go to the hidden table, they don't stand a chance! Wouldn't ya know... I was called to the hidden table.
As I walked the ten feet across the room to that table I thought to myself: how do I convince this person that I'm the right person for this job? I've gotten this far.... then I was at the table. I sat down. I saw that the woman at that table had a list in front of her with names and phone numbers. I thought: okay, this is the call-back table.. when an opening happens in the future my name will be on the list. That's do-able. But wait...!!! She says: the next training session begins in June or July. Will you be available? YES! Do you have a phone with voice mail? YES! We'll be calling you to let you know when and where to begin.
Know what the best part is???? Besides the better pay??? Besides the 80 hours of vacation after 6 months? Besides the 24 hours of floating holiday pay after 90 days? Besides the seven paid holidays? And the stock options and 100% matching 401k up to the first 6%?And the decent medical, dental, and vision plans? And the various discounts available to employees??? And the fact that my sole responsibility will be to keep the customers happy? Yes, dear people, there's something even better than all that!
FREE CABLE AND INTERNET EFFECTIVE THE FIRST DAY OF EMPLOYMENT!!!!!
oh, glory days!!!!
I am so happy and ecstatic and euphoric and I know it isn't going to last so I'm just going to enjoy every second of it right now!!!
oh, yeah... there's a test I have to pass before I can start the classes. But me and tests get along real well (as long as it isn't the Home Entertainment Module at the shack and doesn't involve lots of math). I am just so high on life right now it's.... like butter on a hot roll! Rambling... but will any of it make sense?Okay, since Susan was brave enough to ask certain questions on her blog and it's difficult to leave comments there, I said that I'd write my 'comment' here. I've gone down this road before, but if memory serves me right, I only touched the surface because at the time I was afraid of perhaps offending someone. Now that I've been doing this for almost a year I know that I don't have to worry about that because 'my friends' as you are, have come to realize that I am who I am, no matter what my belief system is and in spite of or despite the fact it may not agree with your own it doesn't make me a bad person.
When I first came to the realization, some ten plus years ago, that what I believed wasn't what most everyone else believed I worried that maybe I was, somehow, a bad person. Quite honestly, it took me a good two years to reconcile myself that it was okay to have a different set of beliefs from my family and most of my friends. Because at the very basic core I believe what 90% or more of the worlds population believe. I believe there is a greater power, a creator, and I'll argue that with any scientist. Someone or something had to create that very first atom or micro-atom or whatever that started the whole 'big bang theory'.... nothing just creates itself. Then, the scientist might ask, how was that 'creator' created? He's GOD... dah! Now, is that a good argument, or what?? LOL.... well, it's my story and I'm sticking to it.
I don't believe in the Bible as the 'all truth'. There are some pretty good stories in it, some pretty good rules to live by, and it's maybe a decent history book as long as not too much was lost in translation. But who's to say? There are so many versions of it and it's been translated so many times, you know as well as me it isn't the same book that was originally written. I know, there are those who will argue that only 'the chosen' were used to translate, but let's be real here.... there are psychopaths who swear they have been 'chosen' and they may even convince you of it, or at least leave you wondering. Okay, not implying here that those 'chosen' to translate the Bible were psychopaths, it was just one of my off the wall comparisons so keep your panties on!
Anyway, another problem I have with the Bible is how some people will try to use it to make a point. They'll take some passage out of it, completely out of context, to make an attempt to convince you or me that what they're saying is valid and should be taken as 'the truth'. That makes about as much sense to me as it would for me to open one of my favorite novels and grab some sentence or paragraph to use as an argument for whatever point I'm trying to make.
And as most of you already know, I don't consider myself a Christian in that I don't accept Jesus Christ as my savior. No, you don't have to worry about me going to Hell for that since I don't believe in Heaven or Hell either.. at least not in the biblical sense. I think we create our own Heaven and Hell and live accordingly. I do, however, believe Jesus Christ lived, just as all prophets of every religion lived at one time. He was most likely persecuted during his life as most great religious leaders are at one time... it seems to go with the territory.
I do not believe in organized religion. In my opinion, and this is only my opinion, organized religions are nothing more than sugar coated cults. They have the same basis: following the belief system of one person or group of people and doing what ever that person or group says is acceptable. Some go so far as to make their members shun all people who do not subscribe to their belief system. But nothing blows me away more than those religions that accept that it's okay to do whatever you want during the week, live a 'non Christian' life six days of the week, but as long as you attend church on Saturday night or Sunday morning all is forgiven and you are "a good Christian".
One question Susan asked in her blog was about Easter and why it's never celebrated on the same date every year. Okay, on my other blog I had one or two entries that addressed that question. But that's neither here nor there.... the simple truth is that most "Christian" holidays coincide with Pagan rituals. Interesting. Oh, and Susan... I never realized until you wrote it, and I feel like a total airhead because of it... but you're right.... Sunday is only TWO days after Friday. Dah... hello Blondie! Unless Friday is counted as Day One, which makes little sense... unless you're justifying Sunday as Day Three.
Anyway, the whole point of this is that it's okay to believe whatever you believe. In the end, there is only one Judge, and as long as we make our peace with Him (or Her, whichever you choose), all is good. There's a reason we were all given free will. It makes life interesting.
*I may just delete this when I come home this afternoon* April 24 Look.. . a real blog entry today!I am still alive, and nothing has happened to me, lol... just haven't been able to sit down at my favorite hang-out as much lately. This is my life, you know. Work, play around on computer, try to keep my kid out of trouble, and pretend all is okay on the homefront... that's my every day. Not a whole lot, but better than if I didn't have the internet, lol.
Really, not much going on. It's been rainy and chilly. I've been working a lot of afternoons. Mr Wonderful only worked half shifts last week and took 3 days off over the weekend, so as you know, when he's around I don't really do alot online. He either whines because I'm online when he's home or he sits here with me, watching everything I do.
Couple out of nowhere thoughts: isn't it amazing how you look at the trees in Spring and they're still bare, but you look again and they're almost fully bloomed again? Every year it blows me away.
Next thing bugging me.. .. how do you punish a kid who has never really gotten into trouble before, is a good kid, but does something really dangerous and stupid that involves the police waking you at 5am? And a citation and court date? And four of his buddies were also involved but your punishment seems to be alot worse than anything the other boys got? Okay, you're curious now, huh?
Four of his buddies came over last Thursday for a bonfire and sleepover. Mr Wonderful stayed up with them until around 3am. They were all upstairs in his room. Five am the boy knocks on my bedroom door and says we need to go outside. There, we find two policemen waiting for us. One of whom informs us that all five boys were on I-94 playing around. Several calls were made to 9-1-1, 3 police departments were involved in looking for the boys (right on the border of all 3) and five cruisers were used.
I told him that for the next month he can pretty much forget about going anywhere, doing anything, having any kind of life outside of school. That includes internet, phone, hanging out with any of his buddies.... none of it. Mr Wonderful told him that the fine will be coming out of his "drivers training fund" (that niether of us knew existed). I won't know what the fine is until Thursday and am hoping for community service instead. I think working the fine off would be a better punishment for all of them.
If it ain't one thing, it's something else.
Okay, now to find another vintage song from my childhood to put on the media player... will do my best to stop in to see all your blogs as soon as I can... I miss reading them!
update on the attacking peanuts.... found out it may not have been the peanuts revolting at all. Judy says she had the same thing happen to her and it's a stomach virus going around. My apologies to the peanuts. But I'm still not going to rush out and eat any, lol.
April 21 2525ARTIST: Zager and Evans
TITLE: In the Year 2525
Lyrics and Chords
In the year 2525
If man is still alive
If woman can survive they may find
/ Em / D / C B7 /
In the year 3535
Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lies
Everything you think, do and say
Is in the pill you took today
In the year 4545
Ain't gonna need your teeth, won't need your eyes
You won't find a thing to chew
Nobody's gonna look at you
In the year 5555
Your arms hanging limp at your sides
Your legs got nothing to do
Some machine's doing that for you
In the year 6565
Ain't gonna need no husband, won't need no wife
You'll pick your son, pick your daughter too
From the bottom of a long glass tube, whoa-oh
In the year 7510
If God's a-comin' He oughta make it by then
Maybe He'll look around Himself and say
Guess it's time for the judgment day
In the year 8510
God is gonna shake His mighty head
He'll either say I'm pleased where man has been
Or tear it down and start again, whoa-oh
In the year 9595
I'm kinda wonderin' if man is gonna be alive
He's taken everything this old Earth can give
And he ain't put back nothin', whoa-oh
Now it's been ten thousand years
Man has cried a billion tears
For what he never knew
Now man's reign is through
But through eternal night
The twinkling of starlight
So very far away
Maybe it's only yesterday
In the year 2525
If man is still alive
If woman can survive, they may find
In the year 3535 {fade}
April 20 Beware the free breast exam guyOMG! If you haven't already read this, you've got to!!! LOL, I don't think there are any victims here, if these women were stupid enough to let this goofball into their homes, they actually were "asking for it"... dah!!! Let me know what you think.... personally, I'm still laughing LOLOLOL Quote Beware the free breast exam guy - Peculiar Postings - MSNBC.com things on my mind Part 1000 So, it was nine hours of what could have been torturous boredom yesterday but for some reason wasn't. There were less than 50 tickets written all day, which means it was just too damn nice out for anyone to run to the store to buy anything that could wait. Which meant that the two of us pretty much had nothing to do all day. It should have been a long very boring evening, but it wasn't. Still trying to figure that one out.
The 'ride along' was cut short. DM wasn't feeling good. The down side is that now the two of us who went with him have to do it again. The upside is that it wasn't the mental torture I was sure it would be. Also, since we went to my old store at the mall, we stopped for lunch at one of my favorite restaurants (they make the absolute best chicken pannini's). Now I have to write a synopsis of what I saw, what I'd do different, blah blah blah...
Observations from My P.O.V.
Women who are large breasted need to wear a bra. Nothing is worse than seeing some woman with her tits hanging down past her belly button, swaying with every step she takes. When a woman is walking forward, her tits should not be hitting the person walking beside her. Or behind her.
Women with really bad cellulite and a jell-o butt should not wear spandex. NO ONE should wear spandex. Unless you're a dancer and you're working out. But not if your fat and jiggly.
People with mullett hair cuts should have their heads cut off. They're only going to be made fun of anyway. And since they're obviously not using the brain housed inside their head, do they really need it?
Women who do not shave their legs should wear long pants and thick socks. Or go to the zoo and hang out with the other monkeys. This does not apply if you have baby fine bleached out leg hairs that no one can see. But don't try to convince yourself or other people that those long black hairs are anything other than what they are. Disturbingly unattractive.
Men who are balding need to embrace their scalp. The 'comb over' just looks stupid. So does letting your hair grow long and hanging off the side of your head when the top is gone.
Last, but not least, people who are not perfect should not make crude, rude, and opinionated observations about other people. But I do it anyway.
April 18 OUCH!MY EYES! MY EYES!
Are they bleeding? I just went to Jojo Space of Spaces and clicked on to several different blogs and wow..! So many bright neon colors on black! And sparkles! And OMG I'm old because now my eyes are so sore! And I swear if they aren't bleeding it's a miracle.
Most of the blogs I clicked on wound up belonging to people under the age of 30. More of them were probably younger than 20-25. Remember way back then? When your eyes could handle all that ... that... color overload? Too much visual stimulation for these middle aged eyes, that's for sure.
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Now, staying on the topic of blog lay-out. I'm getting real bored with the way this one is looking. If anyone knows where I can find a picture similar to the one I have in my banner now I'd be grateful if you could send the url or the pic to my e-mail. In the subject line just put: banner help. Thank you.
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And now, because it's been awhile since I bitched about work... found out today (Tues) that tomorrow (Wed) I have to work in a store like 30 miles from my house. Way up in BFE !
Bryan is not allowed to comment on the drive, I already know he drives further than that every day.
Then, on Thursday I get to do what is called a 'ride along' with my DM. Me and two other TSMs. Lucky us. All frickin' day with the DM ! I can hardly wait!! Yippee Yippee Yay! We can talk about the 'cushtamer eckshperience'. Okay, that wasn't nice. Since when do I have to be nice?? All fricking Day!!!
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And that, my friends, is enough color for one day! April 17 Attack of the killer peanuts I thought I was going to die last night. Or at least have to go into the emergency room. My biggest fear was that I'd wind up having to have another surgery. Seriously, the pain I was experiencing was as bad as when I had gallstones resulting in a perforated gallbladder that nearly split wide open, and perhaps would have if we'd waited another day or two for that surgery. If you've ever had gallstones you know that pain... like a serrated knife cutting you open from the inside out, very slowly and deliberately.
I think it was the peanuts.
I love(d) peanuts. Especially dry roasted and honey roasted. Mr Wonderful knows I love peanuts. So in an attempt to be a nice guy, he bought me a big old jug of them. Honey roasted. And I ate quite a few yesterday morning, probably a couple handfuls.
I've never had a problem eating peanuts before. Maybe a little bit of discomfort after, but nothing that made me want to stop eating them forever. Me and peanuts had an agreement: I'd enjoy their taste and they wouldn't attack me. Simple as that.
The peanuts revolted.
I know other people with Crohn's have certain foods that they have to avoid or face the consequences. I've never really had that problem. Extremely spicy foods, warm lettuce (like on a hot sandwich that has been sitting for a couple minutes), and of course, corn, have all been my "eat at your own risk" foods, the 'risk' being nothing more than slight bloating and mild discomfort. But like I said, me and peanuts had an agreement.
Until last night.
The peanuts tried to kill me. It was like they took up residence in my stomach and decided it was a good place to start a revolution. Not just any revolution, either. They used very sharp swords. I could feel them in there slicing away, stabbing, jabbing, poking, wreaking unbelievable havoc, doing their utmost best to rip my stomach to shreds. This continued for nine hours!
At five o'clock this morning, my stomach won the war. All the peanuts were expelled the same way they entered. And after a quick shower I was finally able to get some rest.
Today I'm battle worn, still a little queazy, but triumphant!
As long as pretzels don't decide they stand a chance in hell of beating me down, life is good. April 16 Yum yumCheck this out... Davy Jones is sixty! Hey! That's only like 15 years older than me.. hardly a lifetime!! A woman can fantasize, can't she? LOL ..This is a link to an interview with him. He's still hot!
  And we need not forget...
Here we come, walkin’ Down the street. We get the funniest looks from Ev’ry one we meet. Hey, hey, we’re the monkees And people say we monkey around. But we’re too busy singing To put anybody down. We go wherever we want to, Do what we like to do We don’t have time to get restless, There’s always something new. Hey, hey, we’re the monkees And people say we monkey around. But we’re too busy singing To put anybody down. We’re just tryin’ to be friendly, Come and watch us sing and play, We’re the young gneration, And we’ve got something to say. Any time, or anywhere, Just look over your shoulder Guess who’ll be standing there Hey, hey, we’re the monkees And people say we monkey around. But we’re too busy singing To put anybody down. (break) Hey, hey, we’re the monkees And people say we monkey around. But we’re too busy singing To put anybody down. We’re just tryin’ to be friendly, Come and watch us sing and play, We’re the young gneration, And we’ve got something to say. Hey, hey, we’re the monkees Hey, hey, we’re the monkees [repeat and fade] Extra verse: Hey, hey, we’re the monkees, You never know where we’ll be found. So you’d better get ready, We may be comin’ to your town a mere sampling of what you missed...For those of you who just can't click on the upper left hand corner (slackers! you know who you are! lol)....
  April 14 It's early (or late)Do you ever wonder if the answer to everything is right in front of you but you're so sure that isn't it that you refuse to see it for what it is? Does that make sense? Like: I want (fill in the blank)... and it's right there, staring you in the face, but you're so positive that what you really want is something else entirely that you just can't see it?
Over on the wall you can see the shadow of what should be, but the substance that would make it real is as elusive as trying to hold mist in your hands. And then you begin to wonder if you purposely keep your life the way it is because as miserable as it might be, at least it's familiar, it holds a certain comfort.
Maybe I think too much. Diving deep in shallow waters .. not a good thing. April 13 It's O-K!I am pleased to announce that today for the first time in a real long time, I was able to visit every blog on my list! Yay me! Most I commented on, but if I didn't, don't take it personally, I was probably distracted at the moment. You know, too many days it doesn't take a whole lot to distract me, lol.
While on my visiting tour I was pleased to see that somebody I now consider a friend had hit her 10,000th visitor. Yay You!!!
And this made me think: it's a damn good thing I don't count my self worth by the number of visits I get here, lol. I've been doing this since July 4th of last year and have hit.... are you ready?.... a whopping 7500!!! Woo Hoo Me!
I suck.
Seriously, if I was the kind of person who needed visits to my little blog to feel that I mattered.... I'd be in a world of trouble, wouldn't I? Well, I wouldn't be here because I'd be too friggin' depressed! And just think, then none of you would get the chance to read my earth shattering-world news making-absolutely must read blog entries!!! And the world would be a sadder place.
Anoninimity.... anonimity.... anonomity....oh hell... being unknown, has it's plus side to be sure! I get to be me. Okay, there are times I censor what I write because I don't want to offend any of my friends here, but I know that even if I didn't, it wouldn't be the end of the world and whomever I offended would let me know. Because when your circle is small it can be tight. So, even though I'm secretly jealous of the rest of you who have already hit the big milestone, it's all good.
I'll be just *sniff* fine! Really. No, honest, it's okay. Don't worry about me, really. Yeah, swear, it's okay. Honest! No, don't beg your friends to take a peak here, I like being anonymous. I like my secret little corner of the woods.
slinking off now to the little toad stool over there,under that maple tree, next to the rock I usually hide under.... April 12 the theme pageDon't forget to add this link to your daily rounds!
Okay, yeah... it's the link to my other blog.... CHECK IT OUT!!!!!
Self promotion: it's cheap and easy!!!
hey, I wasn't talking about me!!!
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