I'm reading the community newspaper, the Police Reports section. Ready for this?
Animal parts laying on the ground in the back of Taste Wok (guess what kind of restaurant?), employees at the (neighboring store) concerned about ongoing problem, County Board of Health contacted and responded for inspection, employees also reported that the owner of Taste Wok pulled up in his personal vehicle last week and dumped what appeared to be a bucket of blood into the grease receptacle, the officer has dealt with this incident before and has contacted the Board of Health, March 15.
When I lived at my previous address, we got carry out from this place a few times and I didn't like the meat there because it was chewy. Oh My God, what did I EAT!? I think I'm gonna be sick.
Rest in Peace, Terri. Your life has been an example to the world to make sure your wishes are known ahead of time.
If there a chance I can recover, I want the top people fighting to save my life - I didn't come this far to give up. However, if after a few years a panel of doctors finds that I'm in a permanent vegetative state, then please pull the plug and donate whatever is needed to whoever can use it. Folks, check your local laws and do a Living Will. Now.
I am taking care of things at home just fine (Yay me!). Made contact to get the lawn mowed and sidewalks trimmed. Made contact for maid service (ooo, a splurge!). I've checked all the numbers and it should be within budget, so I'm doing it. Two less things to juggle, more "fun" time with Katie. Worth it!
Still wading through the paperwork to file for the divorce, but I'm getting them into shape. Damn they want to know a lot! Luckily I keep good records, just a matter of tossing them together.
That's about all the news from Lake Wobegon, where the men are strong, the women are good-looking, and all the children are above average.
After being interviewed by the school administration, the eager teaching prospect said, "Let me see if I've got this right . . .
You want me to go into that room with all those kids, and fill their every waking moment with a love for learning. And I'm supposed to instill a sense of pride in their ethnicity, modify their disruptive behavior, observe them for signs of abuse and even censor their t-shirt messages and dress habits.
You want me to wage a war on drugs and sexually transmitted diseases, check their backpacks for weapons of mass destruction, and raise their self esteem.
You want me to teach them patriotism, good citizenship, sportsmanship, fair play, how to register to vote, how to balance a checkbook, and how to apply for a job.
I am to check their heads for lice, maintain a safe environment, recognize signs of anti-social behavior, offer advice, write letters of recommendation for student employment and scholarships, encourage respect for the cultural diversity of others, and oh, make sure that I give the girls in my class fifty percent of my attention.
My contract requires me to work on my own time after school, evenings and weekends grading papers. Also, I must spend my summer vacation, at my own expense, working toward advance certification and a Masters degree. And on my own time you want me to attend committee and faculty meetings, PTA meetings, and participate in staff development training. I am to be a paragon of virtue, larger than life, such that my very presence will awe my students into being obedient and respectful of authority.
You want me to incorporate technology into the learning experience, monitor web sites, and relate personally with each student. That includes deciding who might be potentially dangerous and/or liable to commit a crime in school. I am to make sure all students pass the mandatory state exams, even those who don't come to school regularly or complete any of their assignments.
Plus, I am to make sure that all of the students with handicaps get an equal education regardless of the extent of their mental or physical handicap. And I am to communicate regularly with the parents by letter, telephone, newsletter and report card. All of this I am to do with just a piece of chalk, a computer, a few books, a bulletin board, a big smile AND on a starting salary that qualifies my family for food stamps!
You want me to do all of this and yet you expect me . . . NOT TO PRAY?
Well, I had two showers this morning. The first was planned, even necessary. Nice hot shower, even shaved my legs. The peanut was still sleeping so I had a nice loooong leisurely shower.
The second? Not so great. I had a can of Diet Cherry Coke (awesomely tasty stuff) on my desk at work and picked it up to pop the top when... PHWOOOOSH! :shock: I (apparently) screamed and dropped it (neighbor-workers came running - sorry!). The can had ruptured in the side, and the force of the pop caused it to roll over and over and over.. spewing my beloved soda ALL OVER THE DAMN OFFICE. Two computers, desks, files, all papers on the desk, guest chairs, my dress, my hair... BLECH!
10 paper towels later and I can just now speak of it. :cry: Poor beloved Coke!
I need another shower!
------------------------- -------------- The guy in the office next to mine put it this way "Usually when I hear weird sounds coming from your office, I just ignore them. There's the "eeee!" or "aaackk!" or ARGH and I'm used to those. But this time, it sounded worth investigating."
Mrs. Donovan was walking down O'Connell Street in Dublin when she met up with Father Flaherty.
The Father said, "Top o' the mornin' to ye! Aren't ye Mrs. Donovan and didn't I marry ye and yer husband 2 years ago?" She replied, "Aye, that ye did, Father." The Father asked, "And be there any wee ones yet?" She replied, "No, not yet, Father", and The Father said, "Well now, I'm going to Rome next week and I'll light a candle for ye and yer husband." She replied, "Oh, thank ye, Father"
They then parted ways. Some years later they met again. The Father asked, "Well now, Mrs. Donovan, how are ye these days?" She replied, "Oh, very well, Father!"
The Father asked, "And tell me, have ye any wee ones?" She replied, "Oh yes Father, three sets of twins and 4 singles, 10 in all."
The Father said,/x-tad-bigger> /x-tad-bigger>/color>"That's wonderful! How is yer loving husband doing?" She replied, "E's gone to Rome to blow out yer fookin' candle./x-tad-bigger>/bigger>
I like to jump around, and would lead a fairly serene and aimless existence if it weren't for my friends always getting into trouble. I love to help out, even when it puts me at risk. I seem to make friends with people who just can't stay out of trouble. What Video Game Character Are You?
After the egg hunt, I took Katie to the nursery at church to see if she'd settle in and stay during the service. My sister-in-law was there so that helped her decide to stay. We opened her backpack and she pulled out a crayon and a notebook and started writing letters. I shall translate - luckily she speaks out loud as she scribbles on the page (remember, she's not even 4!)
"Dear God. Thank you for a lovely day. I'm having fun even if its raining. Please keep my family safe. Love, Katie"
"Dear Daddy. I love you very much all day long. Have fun on your 'venture."
I left the room in tears. She is such a sweet, loving child.
I think we're handling it pretty well. I like to think that I'm a model for her in how to respond - like it's ok to say we miss Daddy and to want to write him or talk to him. When we see things about ocean or desert on tv we talk about California and that Daddy will live there soon. We have a map and I showed her where he's been, but I'm sure the scale of it doesn't have the same meaning for her as it does me.
Here's where I could use some advice - I'm not such a great model when it comes to anger. I get angry once in awhile that he's chosen to go so far away but I haven't let that show. She had one moment where she threw a balloon he bought her down the stairs and said she didn't want it any more, but I haven't really seen any acting out on her part since the day he left. Odd, how I don't have any issue with letting her see me feel sad, but the whole anti-anger thing of my own past is still in full force. i'm not sure what to do about that one. Any thoughts?
There just hasn't been a great weekend update line since Chevy, has there!
Katie and I just returned from a weekend get-away to visit my family. My family is so weird - all dem preachers make holidays such a delight to schedule ;)
Short version: My dad loved the pig Katie painted for him - it has a special place of honor now. He doesn't look 65 to me. How did my dad get to be 65 so soon!!?? Katie got to do an egg hunt after all - yay! She's had WAY too much candy today I got to sit through a church service with no distractions - ahhh... My brother is a damn fine preacher My brother's church invited everyone up to sing the Hallelujah chorus - how I LOVE that. Easter dinner was non-existant this year. Mexican for lunch and Lean Cuisine for supper. Doug is still traveling across the continent, sounds like the journey is going well for him. I got an invite to my high school's 25 year reunion. How on Earth did we get to 25 so soon? I'm sleepy. How come when I blink my eyes and twitch my nose, the household crap is still where i left it?
Rob preached from my favorite passage today - the last few verses of the book of Matthew. It ends (depending on your version) with the words "and lo, I am with you always, even unto the end." I have held onto that line through many rough storms in the past, and it continues to give me peace. How nice to have it in front of me again today :)
Last week was emotionally a wild ride - finalizing the decision, working through the pains, disappointments and fears. It wasn't pretty, I'll tell ya, but support of loved ones and friends helped SO much.
This week has been preparations. Doug came back to town yesterday for a couple days to sign stuff and finish packing. We met with my attorney to sign the separation agreement. It's been busy with transfering the car, juggling bank accounts, etc. Katie and I are going to visit my folks for the Easter weekend and just decompress for a couple days.
This week I proved to myself that I can run the daily house, daycare, work schedule. I'm feeling more self-confident than I have in a very long while. Next week will be the real start as the permanence settles in and those little bumps in the road of life pop up.
Once the routines get re-established I'll be looking around to find a new direction. I've been in "get through the day" mode for too long - where am I heading? What do I want to achieve and how can I get there? It feels good. Good things are ahead.
Best wishes to you, Doug - hope your trip is safe but that there are enough adventures for some great stories.
So, hi. How ya doin... good, good... family doing well? good, good.
Still feeling my way, discovering new routines. For instance, I had no idea how long it takes to drive between work and daycare. That's a little more important now, so I've filed that fact away in my noggin. When do we need to leave the house in the morning for me to make a 9 a.m. meeting? How much spaghetti do I cook for 1 adult and 1 munchkin? Where is the vacuum? Why can't I spell vaccuum?
Last night, Katie was more energetic and didn't settle down at the usual time, in fact I think it was closer to 10:30 before she finally zonked out. I don't know for sure because I apparently zonked out with her. I must have needed the rest. Only now I'm up doing laundry at 4 a.m. coz now I'm WIDE AWAKE. :shock: Ah well, this too shall pass.
Doug comes back today for a couple days. Today we both go the attorney's office and sign the separation agreement. At that point, Doug is pretty well done. I still have more paperwork and court to go. Igh. (Ick + Ugh). Details aside, it feels good. This is right.
Speaking of new words, I invented the word blogurbation yesterday. Don't know what it means... something like blogging is verbal masturbation (perhaps talking until you spew everywhere?). It seemed a lot funnier yesterday.
Overall, doing pretty well. Just need to get back to sleep. :?
We left around noon-thirty today and didn't get home until 8:30 p.m. We had a pretty cool day. We returned some books to the library and checked out a few more before going to Judy's. Judy is my best pal. We've told people that we're identical twins except she's 2 months older and we had different mothers and were born in different cities :) She is SUCH fun and an immensely giving person. We decided to go to the movies and see Robots. Me with my nearly 4 year old and Jude with 2 of her teenaged boys. This was Katie's first movie in a theater and she did GREAT. She loved having popcorn and juice and the big movie. My little trooper. This girl amazes me every day.
By the way - Judy and I get very loud when we're together, laughing our heads off. It embarassed her boys tremendously. 50 bonus points for us!
Oh Doug, you'll love this one - I even tried to call to share this it was so funny. (By the way, your parents don't have voice mail? what kind of mutants are they?) ;) Anywhoo, we're driving up I-75 past the Giant Jesus and Katie says "LOOK at me, Mom, I'm the Giant Jesus" and she had her head thrown back and arms outstretched just like that wretched statue. THEN she starts to boogie, with her arms still out, but swaying and we called it the Giant Jesus dance. Good golly it made me laugh.
Bobbie, the babysitter that has cared for Katie her whole life, is now free on Sundays so we made arrangements for her to start watching Katie for a few hours. This way I'll get some recovery time and Katie will get to be with her favorite sitter. It was good timing, that's been one of my concerns.
So, another day nearly done. I think I better get her into bed before she passes out. Ooops.. Too late. :) Nite all.
I'm really leaning on this now as my personal journal and it's helping a lot.
My parents are rock solid cool. Very strong, very supportive of all of us. That's so awesome. "Do what you feel you have to, we love you. What do you need from us? Name it, we're there." Sometimes you just need to hear the words, even if you don't take them up on their offer.
Today, Katie and I got out of the house. She's presently snoring away on the recliner, wrapped up in her Pooh Bear blanket. I should catch a quick nap, too, but wanted to get this out first.
First, I saw a counselor. It's a lady I've visited off and on over the years so she's aware of the history. After I did a quick safety sweep (always the Mom, ya know) we locked the main door in and let Katie play in the waiting room with videos, toys, and games while we talked. She did SO great. Damn she amazes me.
Next we ran through the drug store. I remembered 3 of the 6 things I needed (bring the list next time) and I made a special mental note: a week before Easter might not be the best time to take a toddler through a store - candy and toys EVERY where. We made it out with a pack of gum for her and some chocolate for me. Phew!
It's odd things that make me tear up. I needed cash, so we went through the bank drive thru. Why would that make me sad? Because I haven't had to pull money out for months. He would give me cash each week for my lunch/mad money. I felt a twinge, another adjustment made.
Next we picked up the pottery we'd painted last week. They turned out SO CUTE. Can't say much more because they're presents. SO CUTE!
Then as a treat for being so good I got her a Frosty. My stomach is still torn up so I passed, but it was tempting. What the hell do they put in those things to make them so addictive?
Now we're home, she's snoring, I'm typing - I should be resting too, coz I'm exhausted - then it'll be time to make dinner and start winding down the day.
So nothing major happened today, but it's the little steps that move you forward. I have a lot of anxiety about how I'm going to do it all on my own, but I think the best I can do is dive in. I told Katie there will be some sad times and we'll both feel like crying, and that's ok. We'll just cry it out, dry off our faces, and figure out what to do next. We are women. Hear us roar (mew).
Made it through the first night, actually got some sleep, that helped a lot.
The support from friends and family (both sides) has been really terrific. Everyone wishes the best for all.
Doug wrote an amazing description of his side of the story on his blog (Eraserhead667) http://eraserhead667.tblog.co... It made me cry all over again, but also illustrates how deep and long the problems have been. So wish him well and send him a hug, too.
Katie has requested the big laugh and smile :lol: :D And with that, I bid you adieu for now!
I've been so weepy today. And every other emotion known to mankind and perhaps some alien-kinds as well. I think it's going to be up and down the next days and weeks, but Katie and I make a good team.
She needed some cuddles earlier tonight then she popped her head up and said "Mommy, I feel normal now. Can we go outside and swing?"
I have a smidgeon or two of Irish blood in me, so like many Americans, that's as good a reason as any to wear green today and celebrate the holiday!
The holiday is to honor St. Patrick, who organized Christianity in Ireland. There are many legends about his works, some may even be true ;)
This of course has translated (at least in America?) to a "Mardis-Gras-in-Green"&nb sp; where the objective is to dress like leprechauns and eat and drink to excess items that have been dyed with green food coloring.
Which, when done properly, will lead to something looking more like this...
Enjoy your day!
And yes, FWB, I know Patrick was most likely born in Wales, so happy day to you, too! ;)
The cute little mood-sketch off to the right is from UnkyMoods. This morning I signed in Tblog and it said I was "Smitten". Huh?? Then I changed the code to what I thought was "Concerned" and it came up "Pregnant"! After scraping myself off the ceiling, I finally got it right. Now.. STAY.
I'm deadly serious. Acoustic guitar and acoustic bass, coming to the midwest and east coast. If you're anywhere NEAR the vicinity of these gigs, check them out. Most of them are free unless otherwise noted.
What it is - Mike Keneally and Bryan Beller are doing guitar clinics for Taylor guitars (absolutely fant-as-orgasmo guitars). The ones I've been to are a wonderful mishmash of performance (free concert!) with a few sales pitches tossed in, quizzes where winning answers earn things such as packs of guitar strings, and they take requests! The weirder, the better.
Do go, please oh please do go! And give them big slurpy kisses in the ear for me. They love that. No, really ;) Two greater guys you cannae meet.
Wednesday, March 16, 7 p.m. Columbus, Ohio Guitar Center (614) 436-2600
Thursday, March 17, 7 p.m. Monroeville, Pennsylvania Guitar Center (412) 372-8800 Celebrate St. Patricks Day with them! Take them some ale!
Friday, March 18, 7 p.m. Frederick, Maryland Make 'N' Music (301) 662-8822
Saturday, March 19, 6 p.m. Fairless Hills, Pennsylvania Pro Line Music (215) 736-8055 Admission: $5.00
Sunday, March 20, 5 p.m. Sterling, Virginia (part of "Acoustifest 2005") Melodee Music (703) 450-4667 Admission: $5.00
Monday, March 21, 7 p.m. Roanoke, Virginia (Presented by Fret Mill Music Co.) Wyndham Roanoke Airport Airport? That should be interesting acoustics (540) 982-6686 Admission: Donation of canned goods
Wednesday, March 23, 6 p.m. Shillington, Pennsylvania Fred's Music Shop (610) 777-3733
Thursday, March 24, 7 p.m. Towson, Maryland Guitar Center (410) 821-5200
Anyone out there had it done, or know someone who has? I've been thinking about it for awhile and just may go for it. I've worn glasses for 37 years and if I'm "fixable", why not?
I've always had a "thing" for Great Britain, particularly Scotland. Scottish men, in particular, but that's a well-established fact ;) Yea! KILTS BABY!!!
Ahem. I digress. So this afternoon, I'm flipping around channels and land on a show called "Discoveries this Week" on the Discovery Science channel. What caught my ear were the accents. They were showing highlights of a contest in Scotland of men... ready for this? juggling haggis. What is haggis, you may ask? They described it as a mixture of oatmeal and ground meat, stuffed into sheep guts. Yum.
In other words, it's sausage. They're juggling big thick 1 lb. sausages. This started my mind down a dangerous road. "Juggling the sausage" made me laugh outloud. How ironic that the jugglers were all men. I guess men have more practice handling sausage. I think I handle sausages with great aplumb - but guys DO have more experience since they always carry one with them.
One fella was able to break the world records for juggling 3, 4, and 5 haggis. He was pretty young and handled those sausages with style and finesse
I can't believe I just typed that. I obviously need some fresh air.
I was doing a little web search for some more interesting undies and located this:
NEW! Shock Resistant Sport Bra Was $27.00; Now $20.25
Shock Resistant? So my breasts will be protected in case of lightning strike or electrocution? That's something I'd never concerned myself with before but now I'm frightened! I need one of these shock resistant bras - and matching panties. I think my lower bits are more crucial than the upper ones!
I just said the phrase "your poor fishy is covered in popcorn." I was serious. Then I realized how silly it sounded. yep, it's Friday!
In the living room - for reasons I'm not quite sure I understand - there is a trick or treat pumpkin-shaped bucket full of popcorn. The popcorn is from Christmas. After 2 months of aging it more closely resembles packing material than an edible snack.
Katie - with quite an impish look on her face - put a small beanbag-fishy into said bucket of popcorn and buried it. I asked her what she was doing and she said "Nuthin!" with a big smile. To which I responded... "your poor fishy is covered in popcorn."
I didn't think the full story was quite as funny, but there ya go - the story behind :)
I was browsing my college (University, to be exact) website and discovered 3 of my favorite professors are still there. I emailed one of them. I only had her for one class but it was SO interesting (yes, MATH can be INTERESTING) and fun that it had a big impact on me. We've emailed back and forth the past couple of days and I learned that my favorite math prof has since passed on. I miss you, Hogie-old-Finogie.
I also remembered that about 10 years ago I was in a little deli in a suburb of Cincinnati and saw a woman that looked just like my 9th grade art teacher. She was a flitty kind of person, but truly kind. I loved her and therefore loved the class as well. We had fun projects and I learned to macrame and she introduced us to such wonderful works.
Anyhoo, I walked up to her and said "This sounds crazy, but did you used to teach in Huntington, WV" and as soon as she turned and answered I KNEW it was her. I gave her a big hug and said Thank You! She was very kind to me in those horrid-angst-self-doubtin g days and helped me see my worth. She had - and still has - the biggest smile!
So, if you're an old-fart like me, look up a teacher that meant something to you and say Thanks. If you're still in school, be sure to let them know when they do something particularly kind. It will make their day - and yours - a little brighter.
In Memory of Dr. John W. Hogan, Marshall University
Sometimes it's fun to put the shoe on the other paw, so to speak. If Toby is being particularly annoyin g I just say "do you wanna dance?" His ears lean back and he flicks his tail. In other words, "No dammit don't do that to me again."
Here's how to do the Hated Toby Dance. With the cat facing you, slip your thumbs over their front "arms" and your pointer fingers in their "pits", with the rest of your hand wrapped around their shoulders. Lift until they're standing up, back feet on the floor (or your lap), their front paws are extended straight forward. Then twist their upper body side to side quickly and make a eeeh eeeh eeeh eeeh sound in rhythm to the twist.
GFAK40 - a wonderful writer, if you don't read his blog regularly you really should! - recently wrote about his cat Tara, which inspired me to write about a little morning ritual in the Hvn household.
Umm... Doug, if you're reading you may want to skip this post ;)
This is my Toby. He's about 12. Isn't he handsome? I love how the white on his nose veers off to the side and his fluffy white mane.
Toby adopted me in 1994 and was full grown then, so I'm not really sure how old he is. I adore my little buddy and we seem to understand each other. Toby very clearly communicates what he wants, it's up to the human to translate it properly. I'm trying to train Katie to recognize "Toby-speak" and so far she's doing pretty well.
No really, Doug, you should turn away now ;)
Toby eats Purina Cat Chow but likes two extra treats - a spoonful of moist cat food at breakfast, and a handful of "crunchy treats" (I use Meow Mix) in the day.
I'm usually the first one to the kitchen in the morning. Toby directs me down the stairs, leads me to his bowl, and alternately rubs on my legs and points at his bowl until he gets his yummies. Then he leaves the room.
If I'm not the first to the kitchen or if I don't feed Toby before Doug enters the kitchen, the story changes.
Toby rubs on Doug's legs and points at his bowl. Doug tells him to wait. Toby meows, rubs on Doug's legs again and points at the bowl. Doug tells him to WAIT. This will continue until Doug loses his temper, slams open the cat food and plops it on the plate. Then Toby leaves the room.
Now. I find this highly amusing (which admittedly, probably doesn't help Doug's mood at this point). Doug is furious because after all that, the cat doesn't even EAT the food, he just walks away. This makes me giggle more.
See, the cat doesn't want to EAT the food, he wants it on his plate for later. Simple, really. Kind of... zenful. For some reason, it makes me admire Toby's intelligence even more. And then he'll climb into a plastic bag and lick it for awhile before falling asleep. So maybe I don't quite get it all but I admire Toby's ability to "be." Now if you'll excuse me, I need to find a warm sunbeam to curl up in. z-z-z-z-z-z...
With his book in almost every house in West Scotland, the 'ploughman poet' moves to Edinburgh ... he recklessly challenges and seduces at every turn. Burns becomes the focus of countless female admirers, which Burns, already with a reputation for the ladies, is powerless to resist.
But Burns soon tires of these easily won trophies and searches out an altogether headier brew in the form of Nancy McLehose - an elegant and mysterious woman of high status. For once Burns has met his match and the two of them joust along delicious and increasingly sexual lines...
Swoon ..... thunk. As soon as this hits the theaters, I'm taking the day off, buying an all day ticket, and never leaving the theater. Doug can go watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer reruns. ;)
I've written and deleted two posts today. I feel like talking but don't feel like talking. All I can think of is ppbbllltttt.
I've got a killer headache, cramps, dizziness and not even chocolate is helping. :( I would love to curl up in my blankie and jammies and watch a nice silly movie today. They ten d to frown on that when you're at work, supposedly being a professional.
I wish we got mental health days. Can you call in apathetic? :)
My dear friend Andrew (a.k.a. Furry Welsh Bastard) ;) has introduced me to the KEENEST musician - Greg Howard. Greg plays the Chapman Stick, a .. well.. hmm... think of it as a stick that can replace both a bass and guitar. That's a lame description, but LOOK at this puppy:
I first became aware of the Chapman Stick instrument at a John Paul Jones concert - the bass player from Led Zepplin? What a f'ing hot concert. JPJ was phenomenal, of course, and he had this amazingly gorgeous stick player named Nick Beggs, who wore a black leather kilt and I wasn't sure which was more sexy - the stick or the kilt ;)
Something about watching a man handle his stick, and handle all that intricate fingering, just DOES it for me. And now Andrew is a month away from attending a workshop with Mr. Greg Howard over in Amsterdam, the lucky FWB.
If you like the sound of acoustic guitar and are game for something even more amazing, take a listen to Greg Howard's CDs. I ordered "Stick Figures" from Amazon and can hardly stop listening to it. Lovely stuff. And if you like to get down and dirty with your bass, check out John Paul Jones ;) Rrrrowwwrrr!
Katie has a new friend that lives with us now. His name is Freek and he moved here from 'exico. He now lives under my recliner. I don't think I'm allowed to put my feet down anymore.
Many moons ago - I watched the Muppet Show every afternoon. I'd come home from school, Dad would be there (he got out early - preacher benefit for working every night) and we'd watch and giggle together. Dad's favorites were the two old geezers up in the balcony that heckle everyone. I love so many - Animal, the drummer, Swedish Chef, Dr. Bunsen Honeydew ... so many!
One show had the Roger Miller song "You can't rollerskate in a buffalo herd." Of course, Muppet-style meant buffalos were running amuck (amuck amuck amuck!).. but I love that song! If you don't know it, here are a couple of verses. Now, the lyrics are VERY deep, so clear your mind and be ready to receive greatness:
Oh ya can't rollerskate in buffalo herd Ya can't rollerskate in a buffalo herd Ya can't rollerskate in a buffalo herd but you can be happy if ya have a mind to.
Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage But you can be happy if you've a mind to
All ya gotta do is put your mind to it Knuckle down, buckle down, do it, do it, do it ...
(or as Bobby McFerrin said, "Don't Worry be Happy")
This has been your beam of sunshine for the day, brought to you by the letter 9 and the number %.
My Glaswegian heart-throb, Mr. Gerard Butler, has a new movie coming out soon. It's called "Dear Frankie" and is a very sweet story regarding a 9 year old boy Frankie, who is deaf and mute; his mother; and a stranger (Gerry). It was wonderfully accepted at many film festivals but they held off releasing it until after Phantom of the Opera's release.
It's opening this weekend in LA and NY, with somewhat expanded release the following 2 weekends. I'll be keeping a close eye on local listings, as I've heard it will leave you weeping and smiling at the same time. Och, just look at those amazing eyes - what a lovely color... I must go drool now.
This has happened to me too often this morning for it not to be a trend.
Scenario:
I went to Sam's Club this morning to buy gas. Everyone else in the area is charging $2.09/gallon today. The sign at Sam's said "price with card, $1.97/gallon" I start filling my tank and the price displayed said $1.79. I checked the pump next to mine, it was ringing up at $1.79, too. I called people to tell them that they've got the price mis-keyed in the database, and go fill up QUICK! Makes sense, right, 1.97 and 1.79? When everyone else is charging $2.09? Ok - The females responded with "Great deal!" The males responded with "well you always get a discount when you use the Sam's card." Like "how stupid are you to get excited about it."
Is it just me, or did the males NOT GET IT.
Men. They always think they know everything and that poor little Sheryl is too dumb to know that you get a FUCKING DISCOUNT when you use the FUCKING CARD at a place I've been buying FUCKING GAS for FUCKING YEARS. I know you get a discount - but never THAT much of a discount - it's 3 cents a gallon, you jerk.
I hit the last guy that said it. In fact, I hit him twice. I might even do it again.
Guys here's a tip - when a woman is excited about something - particularly finding a bargain? Don't PISS ALL OVER IT. Just say "wow, that's great." and move on. That's ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY.
And now I shall stomp off for caffeine, as I haven't had any yet today. Can you tell?
What's that? Hormones? I'll fucking show you hormones!!!
My boss very kindly let me take 90 minutes this morning to run get my taxes done. I'm working (ok, I'm blogging) t hrough lunch hour to make up for it ;)
I go to a nearby tax prep office. I used them last year and was pretty happy with them so I went back again this year. AND I got to use my $10 coupon - WOO!
Here's the extent of the paperwork: 4 sets of W2s - 1 for me, 3 for Dougie 1 bank form for interest earned 1 mortgage statement for prop tax and interest paid 1 receipt from daycare for childcare expenses last year's tax return
Since I'm onfile there already, information like social security, dependents, etc. was prefilling on the computer screens. A nice timesaving feature!
Guess how long I was there. Go ahead, guess! ....... Nope, longer. An hour and FORTY MINUTES. Good Lord! and it cost $218 with my coupon.
I'm doing my own taxes next year, thank you very much.
This is by T. D. Jakes. A friend sent this to me at New Years but I'm just getting around to reading it and thought I'd share.
There are people who can walk away from you. And hear me when I tell you this. When people can walk away from you: let them walk.
I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone.
When people can walk away from you let them walk.
People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay. Let them go. And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person it just means that their part in the story is over. And you've got to know when people's part in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead. You've got to know when it's dead.
You've got to know when it's over. Let me tell you something. I've got the gift of good-bye. It's the tenth spiritual gift, I believe in good-bye. It's not that I'm hateful, it's that I'm faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have He'll give it to me. And if it takes too much sweat I don't need it. Stop begging people to stay. Let them go!!
If you are holding on to something that doesn't belong to you and was never intended for your life, then you need to LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to past hurts and pains ...LET IT GO!!!
If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and see your worth...LET IT GO!!!
If someone has angered you ... LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge .. LET IT GO!!!
If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction ... LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or talents ... LET IT GO!!!
If you have a bad attitude...LET IT GO!!!
If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better... LET IT GO!!!
If you're stuck in the past and God is trying to take you to a new level in Him... LET IT GO!!!
If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship....LET IT GO!!!
If you keep trying to help someone who won't even try to help themselves...LET IT GO!!!
If you're feeling depressed and stressed .... LET IT GO!!!
If there is a particular situation that you are so used to handling yourself and God is saying "take your hands off of it," then you need to... LET IT GO!!!
Let the past be the past. Forget the former things. GOD is doing a new thing for 2005!!! LET IT GO!!!
Get Right or Get Left .. think about it, and then LET IT GO!!!
(This is me again) I think that letting go - of people, of hurt, of anger, of sadness, or regret - can be very scary. Remember the scene in Indiana Jones 3 (Holy Grail) where he has to take a leap of faith? He has to step out into what appears to be a deep chasm and just have faith that he'll make it safely across. I think that's what I need to learn to do. Make a leap of faith.