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May 30 Help.....Too many "Kim's" out in Bloggerville... I need a new signature. So everyone will know it's me and not some imposter poser wannabe. By the end of the week would be nice.. all suggestions will be considered.
Something original would be real cool...........
Someone? Anyone?
LOL... is anyone actually inside these days, reading anything anyone writes? Or am I the only one who seems to be invisible these days? May 29 At the ZooWow.. we had a really nice time yesterday... We decided to go because Alex had the opportunity to get much needed extra credit for his biology class (if he studied and paid attention in class instead of being the class clown, he might not need all the extra credit he can get). There was a five page questionaire about various different animals... I have a picture of him and his buddy Mike writing down some info.
At the Detroit Zoo they have volunteers whose only job is to walk around the different exhibits, sharing information about the animals. Some of them have small pelts of the animals so you can feel what their fur feels like. These people know the names of the animals, what their personalities are like, and other information you don't read on the plaques. Most of the volunteers are retirees. This is something new they've added in the last couple years. It gives going to the zoo a whole new feel.
I mention this because toward the end of the day, both Alex and Mike mentioned they'd like to be one of those volunteers. Alex has also found a new career option he'd never considered before... he asked me if I'd be proud of him if he was a zoologist. Well, of course I would! Then he said the only problem he'd have with it is having to "deal with bugs".. the kid is 6'2", 200lbs, and if there's a little spider in the room he has to call for mommy to make it go away, lol. No exageration! But, like me, he's always had a love of animals.
What surprised me the most, and maybe it shouldn't have, was that at least five times all three of the boys thanked me for taking them there and mentioned what a good time they were having. Go figure...! The zoo, lol.
It was incredibly hot, though. Not so bad when we first got there at ten, when it opened, but by the time we left at around 4, I was dead and Alex looked like a boiled lobster. The last hour or so, I found shade trees to sit under or buildings to enter... the only thing with the buildings is one was the aviary/butterfly house.. hot and humid!.. and the other one was the Penguinarium.... stinky!
Now, about the pictures... there's one of a lizard that looks like it's green striped... it's actually this gorgeous shade of blue. The lighting in the building isn't exactly the best and I don't have a multi-hundred dollar camera with special lenses... but I really wish I could have gotten the color on it right. Then there's a picture of a brown snake... you can't tell from the pic, but that baby is HUGE! And there I was, looking at the smaller snakes, the pretty lizard, just bee-bopping along, I turn around and BAM! there's that huge ass snake curled up there by my feet (on the other side of glass, but still...). The bearcat pics didn't turn out real well, either... it wouldn't stand still even though I kept telling it to look at the camera and say 'cheese!'. And the anteater, too... just kept walking away from me. They don't listen very well, that's for sure!
Oh, and they have this new exhibit they make a big deal about.. the Australian Outback.. you can actually walk amongst the kangaroos. They have it so you have to enter this little nook thing, so many people at a time, then when you enter you follow this path that has a wire fence along it at around knee height and the 'roos are on the other side. Big Whip Deal! As you can tell by the pics... they do alot of laying around. We walk past the first group and people are stopped, taking pictures,and I say to the boys that I'm not gonna take pictures of kangaroos just laying there.... a few feet further I realize that if I'm gonna get a pic, that's exactly the kind I'm getting.. shut my mouth, didn't it? Yeah, true excitement there.
I wasn't able to get any pictures of the polar bears this time, they just weren't out... but last year when I went I got some amazing pics of them at feeding time, so I'm okay with no pics this trip. And we no longer have an elephant exhibit... they were shipped off somewhere more hospitable to their needs.
We almost lost the zoo a couple months ago because of the budget deficit...... Belle Isle Zoo and the aquarium closed a couple years back, if we'd lost the Detroit Zoo.. would have been a crying shame.
Anyway, I'm game to go again... just let me know when. May 27 remembering.....I hope everyone is enjoying their weekend... I'll be going to work soon. But tomorrow I'll be at the zoo. You're welcome to join us there, will be arriving around opening time, staying most of the day. Believe it or not, the boy needs to do this for extra credit for school.. and since I love the zoo... I'm all for it!
When I went last year, I wound up getting a shin splint. Ever had one? They're awful!!! I was in excruciating pain for at least three weeks. It would wake me in the middle of the night. That man I sleep with was sure I was having erotic dreams about some man I was supposedly having an affair with because I would moan in my sleep... christ, what a dipshit! Number one for even thinking I was having an affair and Number two for not being sensitve to the fact I was in pain!!!
He's not invited. In fact, I don't think I've even mentioned that we're going. I want to do something fun, enjoy myself, and if he's around niether of those will happen. We might take the oldest son along... it is his birthday afterall...
Twenty-four years ago Memorial Day was the 31st. The 28th was a Friday. I was barely 21, single, and in the hospital having a baby. Alone. My dad, who has since made a complete turn around and all is forgiven, told my mom, who was with me Friday morning while I was in labor, that she could come home and go camping with him or not come home at all. He wasn't happy with me. Disappointed, perhaps.. the good daughter not only went and had a fling with a *gasp* black man, but decided to keep the baby that was conceived! Anyway, there I was, hours from giving birth, and everybody was away for the weekend. Oh, and if you're wondering where Sperm Donor was... I don't have a clue. I still don't.
Back to the story... it was a Friday afternoon. Memorial Weekend. Mom had just left. Some nurses came in, a labor coach, and stayed with me. They were some pretty awesome women, for which I will always be grateful. I think the labor coach's name was Kathy. About an hour later my neighbor and good friend, Mickey, came to be with me. We have since lost touch, but I will always be grateful to her, too. She stayed with me while I was in labor, made jokes, and it was nice just to have somebody with me. At about five fifteen I was taken into the delivery room... Brandon was born at five-thirty-five. Eight pounds, nine ounces. And for better or worse, my life has not been the same since.
I was single until after he was eighteen. But to say I raised him completely on my own would not be the whole truth. My parents, my brother... we all contributed to getting him raised, but 80% of it sat on my shoulders. It has not been easy. It still isn't... he's not exactly the life of the party, a go-getter; he lacks ambition and sometimes I would like nothing more than to be the mean mom and toss his ass out on the streets. He's going to be 24 tomorrow, isn't working, never graduated high school, and seems to think life should be handed to him on a silver platter.
When I think of all I went thru to get him here, to raise him, to try to instill in him by setting an example of what is expected... to have him turn out the way he did.. I don't get it. I think for his birthday I'm giving him a month to get his act together or get out.. something happened on this last birthday of mine... I just don't feel the need to put up with anyone elses' shit anymore. Related or not.
What the....????I read it and I still don't believe it!! Quote Scientists Create Artificial Penis - Men's Sexual Health - MSN Health & Fitness This should be interesting, ya think?I found this at Susan's place, she got it from Lynn's, and YOU got it HERE.. sounds like fun.. and y'all know I like fun, lol.... so.... My letter is M
Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation of what that word means to you and why, and then pass out letters to those who want to play along.
Marriage: this is the act of two people joining in union as one to share all life has to offer, to be loyal to each other, to support each other in the good and the bad, to have each others' backs, blah blah blah... you should be forced to take tests.. lots and lots of tests.. before being allowed to do this. you should have to have the divorce agreement already written up before you say "I do". Both parties should have to go to a shrink before the vows are exchanged to find out what's wrong with them so the other one isn't left wondering 'what the hell did I get into this time?'
Menage a trois: from the dictionary "Etymology: French, literally, household for three : an arrangement in which three persons (as a married pair and the lover of one of the pair) share sexual relations especially while living together" Okay, I just don't get this one... I know it's mostly a man's fantasy, but seriously.. isn't it difficult enough trying to please one woman.. ya really want to try two???? ya really want to put yourself out there like that?? and as for two men and one woman.... omg.. please! most of us are self conscious enough with one man, we certainly don't want to worry about what two are thinking! and never mind the logistics of .... well, you know...
Men: we all know what men are... and no, I'm not being sarcastic or mean with that... they're the opposite of women, of course. No dictionary definition required. Some are fun to keep around for entertainment purposes, some to keep your mind keen, some to lift the heavy stuff, some to provide certain.. ahem... services, shall we say??? And if a woman is really lucky, all those men come in one fine package. If she's not so lucky, or not choosy enough, she gets.... well, a Mr Wonderful. grrrr.
M&Ms: only the best candy ever made! these and a Hershey bar... a woman's best friends! 'nuff said.
Menapausal: what I am. Deal with it. Okay, not quite there, but almost and sooo looking forward to it! Yippee!!! It's almost like having a license to be a bitch!!!!
Half way thru..... woo hoo! Yes, this would be intermission... go forth and get snacks, drinks, and smoke 'em if ya got 'em..... but ya might want to wait to use the bathroom, you know how the lines are at breaks...
Minx: from the dictionary: "1 : a pert girl / 2 obsolete : a wanton woman" I just like the sound of this word. lol @ the second definition... does that mean that wanton women are obsolete??? I think alot of men would be disappointed, lol. Say it out loud... doesn't it just sound cool ?? I wanna be a minx!!! oh, wait.. maybe I am????
Meat: "the edible part of something" "animal tissue considered especially as food" lol.... so many things I could write right now.... but... okay, this is one of my favorite staples to eat. I like it every day. I could survive on meat alone. And get those thoughts out of your heads! You pervs! I was talking about a big thick steak... or some choice loin chops... a juicy burger....
Mind: as in the part of your brain that forms thoughts, controls actions, determines how you perceive things. It's a wonderful thing. I like to keep mine open to new ideas and concepts. I like to educate mine. I don't like to have it messed with.
Mood: "a receptive state of mind predisposing to action" this is the definition I chose for this word. a receptive state of mind ... setting the 'mood' , being in 'the mood'.... predisposing to action...ah yes..... it's everything, isn't it?
Me: well, c'mone... y'all had to know this one was coming. This is who it's all about. This is who the world revolves around. This is the most important person in the entire universe. say the word out loud, then read what I wrote... I don't seem like such a snot when you do it that way, lol.
And there you have it, my ten words. Would you have chosen different ones? For me? For yourself? Try it, it's fun.... really! Have I ever steered you wrong??? Don't be such a stick in the mud.. have some fun! May 26 I am... who???lol @ talented singer... I know people who just might disagree with that... now, if I ever watched Star Trek, I might know who this person is... lmao
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May 25 at it again.....that's right... ghost, poltergeist, whatever it is... it's up to it's old tricks again. And the funny-in-an-odd-ha-ha-funny way is that I just happened to be reading a book at the time of this latest incident that was talking about poltergeists on the previous page.
Okay, the thing is you either believe or you don't. I call it a ghost. You can call it coincidental or shrug it off as these things happen... whatever. Let's see... there was the jumping on the coffee table incident when the boy and I were carrying it outside. There was the sound of running down the stairs when everyone was already downstairs. There was the cigarette being pulled out of my fingers and thrown on the keyboard. And now.... and this one is really hard to believe and if I hadn't been sitting there and saw it happen, I wouldn't believe it. A brass sconce (for those of you who don't know what a 'sconce' is.. it's one of those thingys that holds glass cups you put the little candles in... you know, the ones your wife won't let you light?) 'fell' off the wall and wound up in the middle of the room.
Here's the deal... why this isn't just an ordinary thing 'falling'.... on the back of this there is a piece of metal with a slit just big enough to slip over a nail. The nail I use to hang it has a fat head. So it didn't just slip off the nail. It's been hanging there for the last two years just fine and dandy.
After it came crashing down, for a minute I just sat on the sofa and chuckled. Me and Mr Wonderful just looked at each other... "You saw that, right?" I asked. He nodded. Although it didn't land in the middle of the room by flying there, it bounced off the arm of the Lazy Boy, it didn't fall straight down, either. In order to have hit the arm of the chair, it had to have been pulled off.
Typical me, I looked around the room and said: "Okay, we haven't forgotten you're here, it wasn't necessary to be so drastic in reminding us!" Then I got up to make sure the glass cups weren't broken... they didn't even get chipped, and we have hardwood floors. So, naturally, I thanked the ghost for keeping them safe. Then I went to look, thinking that maybe the nail came out, which is the only reason I could think of for the sconce to fall. But... no... the nail is still there, tight in the wall like it's always been.
Did I hang it back up? Um... hell no! And for the remainder of the evening I kept an eye on the pictures hanging above me, too, lol. They're heavy and would hurt!!!
May 24 oddballs Just had that bothersome tooth pulled... the one that caused the abscess that caused my face to explode..anyway, it didn't hurt before but now it sure does! Well, not so much right this minute (shh, took a darvocet), but it's purtty durn sore.
Bummer.... an absolutely beautiful day outside... and I'm inside, zonked out. Could have cleaned my car out. Could have pulled some nasty weeds from out front. Could have sat out on my swing and read the book I just bought. But instead, I'm passed out. And now that I've joined the waking world again, my face hurts.
Finally watched Memoirs of a Geisha. How incredibly disappointing! Once a movie starts, unless it's really really bad or incredibly gory, I have to finish it. This wasn't really really bad, so I felt compelled to sit there until the end, wishing it would just hurry up and finish. Word to the wise.. don't waste your money on it.
Have decided to drop out of the training program at work. You can only have so much dangled in front of you at a time, and right now that isn't the carrot I'm interested in chasing. One less stress. And besides that, it just seems like a total waste of time for everyone involved. Especially me.
I always thought the end would come with a huge shattering blow, voices raised, tension in the air. It didn't. It was a five minute discussion of sorts where he went into his whole 'woe is me' character and I sat there, more interested in the book I was reading than in entering into yet another argument on the same thing. When it was over, I'd told him that I'm not going to be around after the ends are tied up. It was like this has been a slow erosion and last night that precarious ledge just fell off into the abyss beyond.
I don't know how I feel.
Theme this week seems to be laying it all out. I've been saying things to people, either in voice or written words, that I never thought I would. Things I usually keep buried inside. I don't know why that is, either. Are the planets lined up all cockeyed? Did someone slip some weird truth serum into my diet coke? Because it seems to be someone else controlling what comes out of my mouth and where my fingers go on the keyboard. I can see it, I can hear it, but I have no control to stop any of it. I just sit, awestruck, thinking : what did you just do?
May 23 birthday calculator/name calculatoryou entered: 9 May, 1961
Your date of conception was on or about 16 August 1960 which was a Tuesday.wrong.. Mom carried me 1 month and 1 day past her due date
You were born on a Tuesday There are 351 days till your next birthday In 1961 there were approximately 4.2 million births in the US. Though not meant to replace traditional medical treatment, Emerald is used for physical and emotional healing. Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources)
Agate, Chrysoprase Your birth tree is Poplar, the Uncertainty There are 216 days till Christmas 2006! There are 229 days till Orthodox Christmas! The moon's phase on the day you were born was waning crescent. what does your name mean? click here
You entered: Kimberly Sue Shaw
There are 15 letters in your name. Your number is: 11 The characteristics of #11 are: High spiritual plane, intuitive, illumination, idealist, a dreamer. The expression or destiny for #11: The positive aspect of the number 11 expression is an always idealistic attitude. Your thinking is long term, and you are able to grasp the far-reaching effects of actions and plans. You are disappointed by the shortsighted views of many of your contemporaries. You are deeply concerned and supportive of art, music, or of beauty in any form. The negative attitudes associated with the number 11 expression include a continuous sense of nervous tension; you may be too sensitive and temperamental. You tend to dream a lot and may be more of a dreamer than a doer. Fantasy and reality sometimes become intermingled and you are sometimes very impractical. You tend to want to spread the illumination of your knowledge to others irrespective of their desire or need. Your Soul Urge number is: 5 A Soul Urge number of 5 means: In a positive sense, the energies of the number 5 make you very adaptable and versatile. You have a natural resourcefulness and enthusiasm that may mark you as a progressive with a good mind and active imagination. You seem to have a natural inclination to be a pace-setter. You are attracted to the unusual and the fast paced. You may be overly restless and impatient at times. You may dislike the routine work that you are engaged in, and tend to jump from activity to activity, without ever finishing anything. You may have difficulty with responsibility. You don't want to be tied down to a relationship, and it may be hard to commit to one person. Your Inner Dream number is: 6 An Inner Dream number of 6 means: Copyright © 2006 Paul R. Sadowski (http://www.paulsadowski.com) May 22 feeling a little nostalgic.. join me?I was fourteen when Saigon fell. I remember seeing evacuees getting on choppers, people in the streets crying and screaming and begging to be taken along. The war in Viet Nam was as much a part of my childhood as the war in Iraq is part of our lives now. Then again, maybe because I was so young and impressionable, that war seemed somehow harsher. It was on the television every day. But, this isn't a commentary on that war or any other war. I only mentioned it because I was sitting here remembering my childhood and shaking my head at the memory that every time a plane would fly even a little low, if I was outside, I would run and hide somewhere... absolutely terrified that if they saw me, they would drop a bomb on me.
That was one of the things I was afraid of as a little girl. There was also the alligator under my bed. I could not let my hand slip off the side of the bed or crawl into bed if it was dark... I had to jump onto the bed. I couldn't let my blankets slip down to the side of the bed, they had to be tucked in around me. That alligator was under there, just waiting for the chance to gobble me up. Monsters in the closet.. nope. Just that damn alligator. And keep in mind, I live in Michigan... the only real alligators are in the zoo!
Then, too, there were the ghosts and gobblies in the woods. Damn Chuck Mitchell! He lived across the road, was a year older than me.. and just plain mean! He told me there were ghosts in the woods and they had big yellow eyes. To this day I recall very vividly a nightmare I had as a little girl... one of those where you're sure you're awake. We lived in a trailer, a very tiny trailer. I was sleeping on the couch in the living room.. the kitchen was at the end and there were windows along the front.... you've all seen those old tiny trailers so you know the set up. Anyway, I can still see those two or three sets of yellow orbs looking in the window at me! I was scared shitless! I remember calling out for my mom, but I was too scared to holler because I didn't want those ghosts to know I saw them! I wanted to hide under the blankets, but I knew that wouldn't matter... they were ghosts... they could see me anywhere. At some point I was able to get my moms' attention... I don't recall what she did, but I think she turned on the kitchen light and told me to go back to sleep. There was another time she 'captured' a ghost in a paperbag and threw it outside.
Turns out there really was something in those woods, we just never figured out what it was. And only a few of us could feel it watching us. Who knows.. maybe that really wasn't a nightmare.
Any way, believe it or not, the reason I sat down to write today wasn't about the stuff that scared me as a kid.. it was what I miss about being a kid. I miss playing in the rain. I miss playing tag, hide and seek, and statue. Simon says. Spending all day on the beach, building sand castles and collecting shells. I miss giggling and dancing in circles when I was happy. I miss fighting with my brother... 'did too' 'did not' 'did too' did not'.. like it was the most important thing in the world (well, we still do that sometimes just for kicks). I miss actually believing I could be anything I wanted.
I think if I could have one wish granted, it would be to feel as innocent and carefree, just for one day, as I did when I was six. When Dad was SuperDad and Mom was Security, and the world was full of endless opportunities just waiting for me to find them.
From an E Mail...As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time.
You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken.
You'll fight with your best friend.
You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.
You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love.
So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.
Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin. ~anonymous~ May 21 nightmare?I was awakened by a nightmare. Not your usual run of the mill monster trying to get me, or falling, or dying....no, no,no.. this was one of the worst. I was pregnant! And happy!!! ... and single , and the baby's daddy was not my husband. In fact, the lucky donor was work related (which would normally make me shudder, but because I know it wasn't really him, I'm okay with it).
I've already analyzed it. And I've already forgotten most of it. But the dream itself was in segments.. like watching scenes from a movie. And it was third person.. usually all my dreams involving me are first person.
Within seconds of waking up I pretty much knew what everything represented. So after the initial what the hell?! Happy? Pregnant?? my mind began the process of breaking it down.
It was easy. Pregnancy in a dream represents a birth... dah, no brainer there! But not necessarily a baby. It symbolizes new beginnings. The start of a new life. That one was easy-peasy.
The 'daddy' was somebody I know from work. Another easy one.
And it was in segmented blocks.
Okay, so what we have here is .... drum roll please... a new job that will make me happy and will effect different segments of my life... and the fact I was single... well, self explanatory there, too.
Could be single alot earlier than expected, actually. Mr Wonderful is on day shifts for the next couple weeks, which means he's going to be around alot when I'm home.. so if I'm not online in the afternoons or evenings, or I don't get alot posted here.. it's because he's here, hovering. But the being single earlier than expected.. for the last 2 or 3 years, if we spend more than 3 hours together we fight. Nasty nasty stupid fights. Usually begun with : "what do you think?" about something more than likely on Jerry Springer or Maury, or some other television show (which is probably why I don't like watching tv much anymore). If I state an opinion that doesn't match his it's because I 'never agree with him'.. I always have to be different, blah blah blah. Or, if I don't have an opinion because it's something I just don't care about, or there isn't enough information for me to form one, he starts bitching about that, too. Serious bitching. Then he wonders why I don't say much around him... hell, he bitches about everything that comes out of my mouth if it isn't what he's determined in his head I should say, so why bother?
I think he had some preconceived cookie cutter image of what a wife should be (despite the fact he'd been married before) and when he found out that I don't allow myself to be made into someone else's ideal, all of a sudden it meant that I was the bad person and the reason for all his misery. Hell, I think he was born miserable and hid it long enough to sucker me in. I saw too many signs of it before we got married, but stupidly thought it was just him having a less than great day. He's the only person I know who could win a million dollars and still find something to bitch about...on the day he won it! Put him in a party situation that's all about him and he'd still bitch.
Anyway, I strayed off track a bit, didn't I? Hmm, go figure.
The dream.. new beginnings. Now, that's just what I need! May 19 just for you... Today is a special day for someone pretty darn special and I hope he doesn't mind sharing this with another graduate, who's already done gone thru her "gadgiatian day" (she is a redneck woman, isn't that redneck speak, lol?) and is also pretty darn special.... so, for Bryan and Kat....
CONGRATULATIONS
ON YOUR
GRADUATION!!!
           I'm so proud and happy for you both! May this be the beginning of great things!
 May 18 things you need to know!I caved. I held off for as long as I could. I thought I'd be fine. Afterall, it was just another something I really could live without. And just because my phone is capable of supporting it doesn't mean I have to have it, right? But today I caved. Had to have it! Really, I did try real hard to resist the temptation. I did! I even asked other people to give me reasons I didn't need it. I told my co-workers to tell me I didn't need it, didn't want it. They refused to be supportive. Bastards! It came in a shipment today. And it called to me. It said: Kim! buy me! I'll look so cool on you! So... I did.
It's a Motorolla H300 bluetooth earpiece. And it's pink!!!! Now, not only do I not have to worry about getting a ticket if I'm on my phone in the car, but I've got the coolest looking bluetooth out there, lol!!!
wash your hands!
During an hour's swimming at a municipal pool you will ingest1/12 liter of urine.
In an average day your hands will have come into indirect
An average person's yearly fast food intake will contain 12
In a year you will have swallowed 14 insects - while you slept!
Annually you will shake hands with 11 women who have recently masturbated and failed to wash their hands.
Annually you will shake hands with 6 men who have recently masturbated and failed to wash their hands.
In a lifetime 22 workmen will have examined the contents of your dirty linen basket.
At an average wedding reception you have a 1/100 chance of getting a cold sore from one of the guests.
May 17 new daily reminderSome days I'm reminded in ways I'd rather not be that I can be incredibly naiive and guillable. There's a sucker born every minute and I guess I was the one in that minute I was born.
This is strictly for my own reflection.. so I don't forget and fall for any of it again.
*kicking self in ass*
Another dayI had this whole other blog written, hit publish, left it up for a couple hours. It was boring. And long... omg! I know! ME?!? Writing something long??? So out of character, lol! Yeah, yeah.. bite me! It was all about me getting lost this morning while trying out what I thought was a shortcut. It wasn't. I was late, blah blah blah.
I AM SICK OF THE RAIN!!!! Finally had a sunny day today, went out and got the front yard and the front half of the backyard cut... the back half looks like a swampy icky yucky field. Waiting for the city to come along and try to fine me for the grass being too long.. hell, if they can get a mower back there, I'll cut it! I tried and my mower almost got stuck.. and my shoes were getting sucked into the muck. Anyhow, now there's threat of yet another storm! Yay fucking yay!
Bryan.. to answer your question about the kids in the car that hit me.. they were fine. Shook up, nothing serious. One of them even called me when I got home to see how I was. And ya know.. my car didn't really look all that bad when I went to see it at the junkyard. In fact, a few years later I was the passenger in another car accident, only broke a fingernail, but that car looked like everyone in it should have died .. it went in a ditch, wrapped around a little tree, jaws of life were used. But that's another story for another time.. and very funny (I'll have my best friend Judy help me write it, she was there, too).
Anyway, gang, that's it for today. See? If I use a small font it doesn't look like I write so much, lol!
Love you guys!!!!
May 16 From Trish.. it made me cry!This is a story about a couple who had been happily married for years. The only friction in their marriage was the husband's habit of farting loudly every morning when he awoke. The noise would wake his wife and the smell would make her eyes water and make her gasp for air. Every morning she would plead with him to stop ripping them off because it was making her sick. He told her he couldn't stop it and that it was perfectly natural. She told him to see a doctor; she was concerned that one day he would blow his guts out. The years went by and he continued to rip them out! Then one Thanksgiving morning as she was preparing the turkey for dinner and he w as upstairs sound asleep, she looked at the bowl where she had put the turkey innards and neck, gizzard, liver and all the spare parts and a malicious thought came to her. She took the bowl and went upstairs where her husband was sound asleep and, gently pulling back the bed covers, she pulled back the elastic waistband of his underpants and emptied the bowl of turkey guts into his shorts. Some time later she heard her husband waken with his usual trumpeting which was followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as he ran into the bathroom. The wife could hardly control herself as she rolled on the floor laughing, tears in her eyes! After years of torture she reckoned she had got him back pretty good. About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs in his bloodstained underpants with a look of horror on his face. She bit her lip as she asked him what was the matter. He said, "Honey, you were right." "All these years you have warned me and I didn't listen to you." "What do you mean?" asked his wife. "Well, you always told me that one day I would end up farting my guts out, and today it finally happened. But by the grace of God, some Vaseline and two fingers, I think I got most of them back in." I quitI quit my job today.
Sometimes I'm impulsive, other times I think things over and over until I have definitely over analyzed. This was a mix of both. I've never been thrilled with this job, and I do have the other one starting in a few weeks. Still, it was not an easy decision.
The thing is, I have this really bad problem with being told I have to do something when it comes to work. Yes, there are rules, codes, ethics, standards, whatever, that are required for the job. But never never tell me I have to do something. The simple truth is that I don't.
Do I like being unemployed? No. I hate it. But I'd rather be unemployed than working for someone or some company that treats their employees like shit.
Since I've been with this company I've had two less than stellar managers. Niether was any good at leading by example. One thought he was God and could do whatever he wanted and talk to people any way he wanted. He also bullshitted the customers into buying what they didn't need or want just so he could make a sale. I have a problem with that. I also have a problem with a 22 year old trying to talk down to me. We bumped heads, I got transferred. Then the other one, at the mall, spent as much or more time wandering the mall than he did in the store. And he could easily have sexual harassment charges brought against him if the women working there didn't have a sense of humor and blew him off.
Finally thought I hit the jackpot. A manager who actually worked and could teach. He's been a total dick lately and that, combined with how I feel about the company, became a bomb this morning.
Yesterday he put an employee on suspension. Okay, his call. But then he told me I could have the option of working tomorrow night or getting a write-up. I was pissed, but I let it slide.... only a few more weeks, I can take whatever he has to dish out. Then this morning the girl who was supposed to open with me called him at home and told him she couldn't make it in, that she was sick. So he called me at work, fifteen minutes after I got there and told me to go home and come back at 3 this afternoon. That, my friends, was the straw. The last one.
So I left. I got in my car and left. Wasn't going home, though.. I was headed to the district office to have a little chit chat with my DM. I missed my turn onto the freeway, drove a little further to a gas station and was turning around to get back to the freeway when my phone rang. I didn't answer only because I have the ringer turned down low and didn't even realize it was ringing until I got the 'beep' that tells me I've missed a call. Thirty seconds later there was another tone informing me I had a voicemail. I knew who it was before I looked. I pretty much knew what he was going to say before I listened. B called to apologize for talking to me in the tone and manner he had when he called the store ten minutes earlier and asked me to come back to the store.
I went back to the store. I sat in my car until he arrived a few minutes later. By then I had my store key off my keyring, my name badges and job aide in my hand. As soon as he pulled up, I got out of my car and handed them to him, told him I'd had enough, that I quit. And I told him exactly why I was quitting: that after two bad managers, I didn't need to work for another dick.
He apologized profusely. Several times. Then he begged me to stay, to give him another chance. And he admitted he's been a dick. He admitted he was wrong for telling me I had to do something, for not asking first, and for the way he talked to me.
I had nothing better to do. I didn't want to go home. I'd rather work anywhere than spend more time at home with Mr Wonderful than necessary.
Besides that, I'm a sucker for a man who admits when he's wrong. And is sincere about it. And begs.
So, it comes down to this: I'm still employed there. I didn't have to work this afternoon and I don't have to work tomorrow afternoon after class, either. I'm not getting wrote up for anything. But the dynamics of the relationship have definitely changed. May 15 back in time...doo doo ... dooo doo ...(okay, play twilight zone theme)
doo doo doo doo
*we are travelling back in time... back.. to December 18, 1986... it was a clear, warm winter day in mid-Michigan... warm enough to go without a jacket...the last day of class.. and Kim was on her way to watch her advertising instructor shoot a commercial.....*
Okay, I could lie and say I remember it all so vividly, but the fact of the matter is that I have never been able to remember all of it. Never.
I left campus probably around 7:30ish. Everyone in class had been invited to go watch our instructor shoot a commercial. Cool.. count me in! There was time to stop and get a bite to eat before the shoot began, so that's where I was headed. I remember driving along the two lane road that travelled along the backside of the campus. Then I stopped at a 4-way stop, my car ready to make the right turn necessary to get me out to the main road. That's the last place I remember being that night. The rest is all fragmented and hazy.
I opened my eyes and I was somewhere dark. That confused me. I asked where I was and someone told me I was in my car, upside down in the middle of Bay Road. Huh? How'd that happen?I heard someone ask if I was alright. Well, why wouldn't I be? I answered in the affirmative. For a reason I didn't understand, I was on my hands and knees. I put my hand down and cried out about the pain. I vaguely recall someone telling me that was because I'd broken my arm.
I openend my eyes. I was outside. On a stretcher? I really don't remember. I was cold. Did I speak out loud or was it only a thought: well, of course you're cold, you're probably going into shock.
I openend my eyes. I'm inside an ambulance. First time ever. I remember being amazed at the lights and the machines. And for some reason I was offhandedly flirting with one of the attendants.. to this day I have no idea what he looked like. But I asked the woman sitting with me about him. I think I asked if he was married. She asked me if I thought he was cute and I remember answering : oh, yes! (for all I know, he could have been butt ugly but I was so loopy I thought he was McDreamy, lol).
My eyes are closed, but I can hear what's happening. Twenty-five year old female in route.
I openend my eyes. I'm in the emergency room. It gets really all jumbled and confusing here. So much going on, I still can't remember in what order any of it took place. There was a plastic blow up cast on my right arm. Doctors and nurses everywhere. Someone asked who to call, I gave them my parents phone number. My parents are there, and my mom is looking all worried, like I had some life-threatening something wrong with me. I looked at her and smiled and told her I was okay. I'm being wheeled into another room. The nurses are asking who's on call.. and they don't sound pleased with the answer. I ask if I should be scared. They laugh and say no. I go in the room. The doctor looks at my arm.
I opened my eyes and it's the next morning. Was I alone? Were my parents there? I don't remember. But I got a good look at myself in the mirror. On the left side of my head, just above my ear in an area probably taking up 4 inches, blood is matted in my hair, stuck to the side of my head. Well don't you look just lovely? My mother demanded a nurse wash my hair. That I remember!
My regular doctor came in to see me sometime that day. He smiled as he walked in and said: Kimberly, didn't anyone ever tell you the rubber is supposed to stay on the ground? Ha Ha, funny one doc!
I later found out what happened. When I got the police report. It turns out that for some unknown reason, I pulled out onto Bay Road in front of oncoming traffic. An uncle drove over there a few days later and told me that it was quite possible, because of the trees and a bend in the road right there, that I had no idea there was traffic coming until it was too late. I was broadsided by a car doing at least 55 mph. I think the driver was 19, and the three other passengers were maybe 15, 15, and 17. Not sure. They were teenagers though, I do recall that.
I wasn't wearing a seatbelt because the belt in that car was all messed up.
My right wrist was shattered. The bone doctor wasn't sure I'd ever have full use of it. I was in a cast for 10 weeks. Then I had another 6 weeks of physical therapy. I'm happy to report that it works just fine now. Just hurts now and then. I had a severe concussion. For three months I couldn't remember why I got up or what I wanted when I got into whatever room I went to. I had a difficult time forming coherent sentences.. you know, like I still do once in awhile. Twenty years later, I'm still picking out a stray piece of glass from the side of my head every now and then.
I'd had that car for about 6 weeks. Had made one payment on the note. It had belonged to a woman I worked with and she had a hard time letting it go. I say it committed suicide and took me along for the ride.
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