Today was the day I gave my daughter the rest of her birthday. We went shopping and shopped til we dropped. We got her a new wardrobe and two new pairs of shoes. She was ecstatic!! We got her a shirt that says "I traded my brother for a cat" haha!! A girl-bonding kind of day. I like those. She's a kick ass kid, too, though.
Then, I promptly left my purse at the store, and had to turn around and go get it. Damn it, I forgot to designate her my second pair of eyes. All my other kids are trained to watch me and make sure I don't do that, or lock the keys in the car, but she's in training..haha..so she doesn't know yet. She knows now...
So, she feels gorgeous, the little dude is thrilled because he's got jeans just like Dale Earnhardt Jr. and it's a happy, happy house.
Well, until the senior chief gets home. He was working all day today and he was assuring me that my sense of smell coming back is not a good thing in a lot of cases and doing the type of job he was doing the last two days, was one of those cases. I had to get a little grouchy back with him last night, he was so damn crabby. I got the beer iced and all that happy hooey stuff done. And, next weekend is TALLADEGA..can I get a big hell yeah?
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Friday, September 29, 2006
False Hope
The little dude was exxagerating his illness again this morning. He is sick EVERY morning after the first couple of months of school, right? And if he REALLY gets sick, he tries to milk it for all it's worth. He was out until Wednesday already this week and Wednesday was just a make sure he doesn't relapse day, right? The extra day for good measure and after they've been feeling miserable, it's good to let them burn some energy off before you send them back to the teacher.
But, I could sense that he really didn't want to go back to school. Sure, I'd rather lay around and watch tv all day, too, but it seemed MORE than that..as it usually is.
This is the age where they really start learning those social rules and how to socialize and power struggles are frequent amongst the boys. The girls too, but they are more about stealing people from the little groups and fighting over that. The boys are more about who is in CHARGE!
Anyway, the only way they'll talk is if you let them think they're getting away with it. I know, this borders on lying, but then again, it doesn't. New information coming in changes the tapestry of things and therefore the decisions are different. So, this morning I let him think his sick routine was working and wormed it out of him. I mean, he had staked his place out on the couch, had his snacks all planned, and the tv schedule all worked out. It turns out that there is a kid sitting next to him that won't be quiet when he's supposed to and it was ANNOYING the little dude. What??? Oh no, son, you have to go to school. I KNEW it was something like that. See, when they feel genuinely put upon or wronged in some way, they usually come right out with it. If they keep secrets, then that means they know the answer already and are trying to ...manipulate the outcome a little. This is known as half-lying. They leave out pertinent information to make themselves look good. They ALL do it.
So, off to school he went. He wasn't even late.
But, I could sense that he really didn't want to go back to school. Sure, I'd rather lay around and watch tv all day, too, but it seemed MORE than that..as it usually is.
This is the age where they really start learning those social rules and how to socialize and power struggles are frequent amongst the boys. The girls too, but they are more about stealing people from the little groups and fighting over that. The boys are more about who is in CHARGE!
Anyway, the only way they'll talk is if you let them think they're getting away with it. I know, this borders on lying, but then again, it doesn't. New information coming in changes the tapestry of things and therefore the decisions are different. So, this morning I let him think his sick routine was working and wormed it out of him. I mean, he had staked his place out on the couch, had his snacks all planned, and the tv schedule all worked out. It turns out that there is a kid sitting next to him that won't be quiet when he's supposed to and it was ANNOYING the little dude. What??? Oh no, son, you have to go to school. I KNEW it was something like that. See, when they feel genuinely put upon or wronged in some way, they usually come right out with it. If they keep secrets, then that means they know the answer already and are trying to ...manipulate the outcome a little. This is known as half-lying. They leave out pertinent information to make themselves look good. They ALL do it.
So, off to school he went. He wasn't even late.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Going Through The Motions
I guess that's pretty much where I'm at right now. I get up every day and do what I'm supposed to but my heart just isn't in it. I feel ...fatigued, although there is no reason for it.
Well, there is, I suppose. It's a natural reaction to the amount of stress that has piled up this summer. I'm finding it difficult to look forward to Talladega, even. I'll go, and I'll have a great time..that's the only cure, but I wish I could look forward to it.
I've also been fairly distracted lately. I am certain my ADD shined quite through at the blog meet. I have a difficult time in crowds...I have hypersensitive hearing and therefore I can't not pay attention to any conversation. I will be talking with one person and something will catch my ear, and in mid sentence even sometimes, I will be gone..I hate it but it is. I do much better one on one. Lately, though, I have noticed myself getting distracted by SMELLS. I will smell something and it will drive me nuts. Especially when they mingle and you can't tell what smell is what.
As a result of smoking, I guess, I haven't really had a sense of smell to speak of. Seriously. So, it's really wierd to be smelling stuff...and quite a distraction. It used to be that if I smelled anything strongly, then I was getting ready to have a migraine. So, now I have to track down the source of the smell to make sure I'm REALLY smelling something and not getting ready for a migraine. I was sitting with the senior chief the other morning and I could actually smell his coffee from across the room. Wow, it's novel, but a bit discombobulating to imagine that you actually haven't had a sense for a long time and you never even noticed or missed it. I can't say that I ever really missed my sense of smell. I didn't. I'm not even sure I really want it back.
I'm wondering what difference having that extra sense is going to cause, though. Will it make me a better cook? Will it make me want to eat more? Will I get fat as a result of having this extra sense? I'd rather have the cigarette, truth be told, and isn't THAT just sad.
Well, there is, I suppose. It's a natural reaction to the amount of stress that has piled up this summer. I'm finding it difficult to look forward to Talladega, even. I'll go, and I'll have a great time..that's the only cure, but I wish I could look forward to it.
I've also been fairly distracted lately. I am certain my ADD shined quite through at the blog meet. I have a difficult time in crowds...I have hypersensitive hearing and therefore I can't not pay attention to any conversation. I will be talking with one person and something will catch my ear, and in mid sentence even sometimes, I will be gone..I hate it but it is. I do much better one on one. Lately, though, I have noticed myself getting distracted by SMELLS. I will smell something and it will drive me nuts. Especially when they mingle and you can't tell what smell is what.
As a result of smoking, I guess, I haven't really had a sense of smell to speak of. Seriously. So, it's really wierd to be smelling stuff...and quite a distraction. It used to be that if I smelled anything strongly, then I was getting ready to have a migraine. So, now I have to track down the source of the smell to make sure I'm REALLY smelling something and not getting ready for a migraine. I was sitting with the senior chief the other morning and I could actually smell his coffee from across the room. Wow, it's novel, but a bit discombobulating to imagine that you actually haven't had a sense for a long time and you never even noticed or missed it. I can't say that I ever really missed my sense of smell. I didn't. I'm not even sure I really want it back.
I'm wondering what difference having that extra sense is going to cause, though. Will it make me a better cook? Will it make me want to eat more? Will I get fat as a result of having this extra sense? I'd rather have the cigarette, truth be told, and isn't THAT just sad.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Mid-Week
Already? My does time fly. The little dude has been feeling ill all week, although I think he's going to school tomorrow. I have enjoyed the time with him, though. He's a funny child and he really wanted to be a part of the shopping experience for his sister's birthday. I don't play games with my children at the store. There will be no whining for stuff or any of that if you ever hope to get to go with me again. And, if we are going birthday shopping then the ideas I want to hear from you are ideas on what the other person will want.
He sometimes will just announce stuff out of the blue. This particular day, he announced that he could dream without sleeping but it's not like a daydream and it's kind of hard to do. The kid knows how to meditate?? I asked him to elaborate and he told me you had to stare in one spot for a long time and try not to think and then you'll start dreaming, only you won't be asleep exactly. Cool. Yesterday on the way to the store, he announced he was going to sleep now until we got to the store. I looked over at him and he had already fallen asleep. This kid can fall asleep at will and as deeply as he wants and he has got boundless energy. He can go and go and go like the energizer bunny. He has mastered the art of microsleep, as well. That kind of amazes me because he takes it all for granted.f.
When we got there, he popped his eyes open and was cheerful and said "See, now I'm not tired anymore." And he explained to me that this was different from when you sleep at night. "You aren't exactly asleep, he reports, just almost asleep."
And thrilled to be able to help pick out his sister's presents..sincerely thrilled. And even more so because she loved them all.
Amazing creatures, simply amazing.
He sometimes will just announce stuff out of the blue. This particular day, he announced that he could dream without sleeping but it's not like a daydream and it's kind of hard to do. The kid knows how to meditate?? I asked him to elaborate and he told me you had to stare in one spot for a long time and try not to think and then you'll start dreaming, only you won't be asleep exactly. Cool. Yesterday on the way to the store, he announced he was going to sleep now until we got to the store. I looked over at him and he had already fallen asleep. This kid can fall asleep at will and as deeply as he wants and he has got boundless energy. He can go and go and go like the energizer bunny. He has mastered the art of microsleep, as well. That kind of amazes me because he takes it all for granted.f.
When we got there, he popped his eyes open and was cheerful and said "See, now I'm not tired anymore." And he explained to me that this was different from when you sleep at night. "You aren't exactly asleep, he reports, just almost asleep."
And thrilled to be able to help pick out his sister's presents..sincerely thrilled. And even more so because she loved them all.
Amazing creatures, simply amazing.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
10 Years Ago
My daughter was born. And, boy howdy, that is the one labor I do remember. There are parts of the day that were fuzzy, but the important parts still stand out.
First of all, let's back up a bit. The boys were 6,8,10, and 12. The 10 year old was due to have a birthday in a few days as a matter of fact. There was a lot going on cosmically that year and by that I mean Comet Hale Bopp and a lunar eclipse on that particular evening. And, if you're familiar with stepfamilies and children at all, you do realize a promise is a promise and a baby ain't a good thing. I had spent the last 6 months or so reassuring them that she wouldn't be put on the chore list and so on. They were really worried about that. They'd rather have dealt with snakes or even spiders before wanting to touch a baby, let me tell ya. Babies were nothing but crying, eating, pooping machines in their opinion and they couldn't think of one good reason to want one;especially not a GIRL child. And they let these feelings be known loud and clear, let me tell ya.
So, I woke up in the morning feeling fine as usual. It was a kind of rough pregnancy in that I seemed to have a LOT of aches and pains and I had a urinary tract infection that would just not go away. And for those of you who don't know, an untreated urinary tract infection during pregnancy can bring on premature labor. Good to have that treated. Except for one tiny little thing. The medicine that the doctor prescribed was just wreaking havoc on my body. I am very sensitive to medications and while I'm not allergic to anything, I am the person that's going to have those side effects listed in the "rare" or "infrequent" category. And, so it was with this particular med. With each dose, my airways closed up more and more, my knees ached, and my back refused to work, so I'd quit taking the meds, the doctor would yell at me, and I'd take them again until I couldn't and so it went on and on. I didn't figure out it was the meds until AFTER I wasn't pregnant anymore.
That was also the summer that my husband retired. He had sort of recovered from his hip replacement, but not really. You retired folks know what that's like. It's a transition for those of you who don't and it's difficult. At the same time, my father was ill with metastatic cancer in the brain originating from a lung tumor. To say that my daughter was a welcome thing, a happy thing, at that time in life is an understatement.
Sept. 26, 1996 was a gorgeous fall day and I had some rare alone time with the senior chief. I got the boys off to school as usual and we headed over to the mall to walk around and do a little shopping before he went off to work. It was then that I started noticing the pains, but I didn't say anything for awhile. It just didn't feel right. Ok, women DO remember labor pains, but only when they are in labor again. I don't know if you remember when another woman is in labor, but when you have that second baby, it all comes rushing back. Only, my memories of first labor, even though it was a c-section, were not that bad. This was much worse. So, I sent him on off to work figuring it was going to be HOURS yet and that I just didn't remember right.
Then, I paid all the bills for the month. I didn't remember doing that until I ran across the cancelled checks in my organizing sprint last month. But, I did. Then the boys came home and I got them started on homework and it wasn't until I went to start supper that I realized I just couldn't cope anymore, so I called the senior chief and he came home. I just felt really wrong about how much the labor hurt. I mean, it was supposed to hurt, yeah, but whew, this was some make you afraid to have sex ever again kind of pain.
Man, the senior chief was AWESOME, though. What I would have done without him there, I do not know. He sneaked me some water when he knew I needed it. They would not let me have water and if I get dry mouth, I will choke in a minute. He sneaked me one mouthful of water and that oh so made the difference. And, for those of you who think the senior chief had no mercy, opening up his beer with his tooth, well, I'm here to tell ya, he ain't got no mercy..ever..and that's what I love about him. So, I'm sitting there, bleeding, hurting, scared shitless, and he says..."So, do you remember how bad it hurts yet???" Asshole. (grin) Why yes I do, darlin? He says, "So, you want to rip my balls off???" What????? "No, I love you, why would I want to do that???" Really, I fell in love with him all over again going through the birth process. Finally, they realized that my placenta had ruptured, hence the pain and blood and that an emergency c-section was in order. And for those of you who have ever had to STOP PUSHING, you'll understand my angry tone to this post. It was a tense time. My first experience with a civilian doctor. Should have taken it as an omen.
I was supposed to be in the hospital 10 days, but I wasn't. I was only in 2 nights. I had a BIRTHDAY party to attend. I already missed the lunar eclipse (which is also what brought the labor on early) with my oldest and the next one was already touchy about his birthday. He said, when I was cooking his cake..."She's the most beautiful thing I ever saw."
Her other brother said that he was lucky to get to be a big brother.
And never has a child been more spoiled rotton than that little girl. She's always been about "her people", too. When she was 2 weeks old, she would bitch. She would just get bitchy if she couldn't see someone's face. She didn't want to face the tv, she wanted to be with her people. And the boys quickly grew to understand how cool babies are and loved to play with her. Today, they are standing in line waiting, just waiting for her first date. No lie. Poor girl. But she also has some CLOUT. Boy, if that little girl gets after those big boys, even the supposed grown men...they straighten right up..I swear to you. They do not want that little girl to think bad of them and they don't want her getting in any trouble. Isn't that just a hoot?? And she's just as sweet as sweet can be, most of the time. Her wish list this year is topped with a race track, a remote control car, some fancy hair do-dads, some cds and something called floam..that just cracks me up because she's a tom-boy with a girly streak. She needs little dude to keep her from getting all bossy and whatnot..
Anyway, Happy Birthday, girl!
First of all, let's back up a bit. The boys were 6,8,10, and 12. The 10 year old was due to have a birthday in a few days as a matter of fact. There was a lot going on cosmically that year and by that I mean Comet Hale Bopp and a lunar eclipse on that particular evening. And, if you're familiar with stepfamilies and children at all, you do realize a promise is a promise and a baby ain't a good thing. I had spent the last 6 months or so reassuring them that she wouldn't be put on the chore list and so on. They were really worried about that. They'd rather have dealt with snakes or even spiders before wanting to touch a baby, let me tell ya. Babies were nothing but crying, eating, pooping machines in their opinion and they couldn't think of one good reason to want one;especially not a GIRL child. And they let these feelings be known loud and clear, let me tell ya.
So, I woke up in the morning feeling fine as usual. It was a kind of rough pregnancy in that I seemed to have a LOT of aches and pains and I had a urinary tract infection that would just not go away. And for those of you who don't know, an untreated urinary tract infection during pregnancy can bring on premature labor. Good to have that treated. Except for one tiny little thing. The medicine that the doctor prescribed was just wreaking havoc on my body. I am very sensitive to medications and while I'm not allergic to anything, I am the person that's going to have those side effects listed in the "rare" or "infrequent" category. And, so it was with this particular med. With each dose, my airways closed up more and more, my knees ached, and my back refused to work, so I'd quit taking the meds, the doctor would yell at me, and I'd take them again until I couldn't and so it went on and on. I didn't figure out it was the meds until AFTER I wasn't pregnant anymore.
That was also the summer that my husband retired. He had sort of recovered from his hip replacement, but not really. You retired folks know what that's like. It's a transition for those of you who don't and it's difficult. At the same time, my father was ill with metastatic cancer in the brain originating from a lung tumor. To say that my daughter was a welcome thing, a happy thing, at that time in life is an understatement.
Sept. 26, 1996 was a gorgeous fall day and I had some rare alone time with the senior chief. I got the boys off to school as usual and we headed over to the mall to walk around and do a little shopping before he went off to work. It was then that I started noticing the pains, but I didn't say anything for awhile. It just didn't feel right. Ok, women DO remember labor pains, but only when they are in labor again. I don't know if you remember when another woman is in labor, but when you have that second baby, it all comes rushing back. Only, my memories of first labor, even though it was a c-section, were not that bad. This was much worse. So, I sent him on off to work figuring it was going to be HOURS yet and that I just didn't remember right.
Then, I paid all the bills for the month. I didn't remember doing that until I ran across the cancelled checks in my organizing sprint last month. But, I did. Then the boys came home and I got them started on homework and it wasn't until I went to start supper that I realized I just couldn't cope anymore, so I called the senior chief and he came home. I just felt really wrong about how much the labor hurt. I mean, it was supposed to hurt, yeah, but whew, this was some make you afraid to have sex ever again kind of pain.
Man, the senior chief was AWESOME, though. What I would have done without him there, I do not know. He sneaked me some water when he knew I needed it. They would not let me have water and if I get dry mouth, I will choke in a minute. He sneaked me one mouthful of water and that oh so made the difference. And, for those of you who think the senior chief had no mercy, opening up his beer with his tooth, well, I'm here to tell ya, he ain't got no mercy..ever..and that's what I love about him. So, I'm sitting there, bleeding, hurting, scared shitless, and he says..."So, do you remember how bad it hurts yet???" Asshole. (grin) Why yes I do, darlin? He says, "So, you want to rip my balls off???" What????? "No, I love you, why would I want to do that???" Really, I fell in love with him all over again going through the birth process. Finally, they realized that my placenta had ruptured, hence the pain and blood and that an emergency c-section was in order. And for those of you who have ever had to STOP PUSHING, you'll understand my angry tone to this post. It was a tense time. My first experience with a civilian doctor. Should have taken it as an omen.
I was supposed to be in the hospital 10 days, but I wasn't. I was only in 2 nights. I had a BIRTHDAY party to attend. I already missed the lunar eclipse (which is also what brought the labor on early) with my oldest and the next one was already touchy about his birthday. He said, when I was cooking his cake..."She's the most beautiful thing I ever saw."
Her other brother said that he was lucky to get to be a big brother.
And never has a child been more spoiled rotton than that little girl. She's always been about "her people", too. When she was 2 weeks old, she would bitch. She would just get bitchy if she couldn't see someone's face. She didn't want to face the tv, she wanted to be with her people. And the boys quickly grew to understand how cool babies are and loved to play with her. Today, they are standing in line waiting, just waiting for her first date. No lie. Poor girl. But she also has some CLOUT. Boy, if that little girl gets after those big boys, even the supposed grown men...they straighten right up..I swear to you. They do not want that little girl to think bad of them and they don't want her getting in any trouble. Isn't that just a hoot?? And she's just as sweet as sweet can be, most of the time. Her wish list this year is topped with a race track, a remote control car, some fancy hair do-dads, some cds and something called floam..that just cracks me up because she's a tom-boy with a girly streak. She needs little dude to keep her from getting all bossy and whatnot..
Anyway, Happy Birthday, girl!
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Much Better
Well, today is a little better than yesterday. One of those medications was making me ill, so I stopped taking them all. Simple enough. The senior chief is in a bit of a funk today, bless his heart. We had problems with the septic tank, oh joy of wonders and it pretty much ate up all of my savings that I had been able to get us ahead the last few weeks. So, that means he's going to have to work a few Saturdays and whatnot. I can understand his frustration. I feel it too. When you make 3 steps forward and then get knocked back 2, it's hard to see the progress. But, I'm a dig in and work harder kind of gal, too, so it'll be ok. It just gets discouraging at times. Thankfully, I don't need money to show some progress. I already accumulated all the tools I need to take care of a couple of projects, so those can go ahead as planned. That will make him feel a lot better. Stress can be an energy zapper at times.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Ill
That's me. One of these meds is making me just ...ill. I was thinking it was the pain killer so I didn't take one this morning. Now I'm sick to my stomach AND in pain. That means it must be the antibiotic and that really sucks because I really need to take it. Damn thing is in capsules too, so I just can't split it in half. Isn't life just a bitch sometimes?
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Dazed
I went and filled my prescription for pain medicine this morning. The next thing I know, it's 1:30 in the afternoon and I haven't done a damn thing. Ok, this is the beauty of having older kids. You ARE allowed to get sick and take care of yourself occasionally. I am reminded, however, of why I just don't like pain pills in general, though. A lot of people are surprised when they hear the Senior Chief doesn't take pain meds, and I am the same way. I guess we're blessed with a high tolerance for pain.
I guess it's just a matter of not letting the pain rule you. I don't completely understand it myself, to be quite honest. I just know that different people have completely different tolerances for pain. And, emotional pain counts as well. It really does. Usually when you get someone suicidal, then their amount of pain has exceeded their capacity to deal with it. They have more pain than they can bear, in other words.
I've always used meditation as a way to manage pain. Half the battle of dealing with pain is to relax into it. The more you try to fight it the more it hurts. It's just a fact. When you accept it, you can detach from it, when you can detach from it, then it hurts less. It's all a mind game. But yes, we do have the power within us to heal ourselves and to overcome pain. Think about the fact that even smart people don't use all of their brains. What if we are just going about it the wrong way? Whose to say we DON'T have the ability to change our levels of brain chemicals just by breathing and concentrating??? It's an experiment that seems to be working for the most part.
The funny thing is, is the more I come to believe that, the more I want to give my body a fighting chance by treating it better. Not smoking, not drinking so many sodas, and eating healthy. Exercise I get, trust me.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not a fanatic or anything. Even I recognize when things are beyond my capacity to deal with them. Hence, my filling the prescription and taking a pain pill. But, that's probably the only one I will take. Your body DOES need a rest now and then and you have to be really in tune to be able to give it what it needs. I never took anything after my c-sections, either and that just blew people away. How in the hell was I going to take care of my babies if I was all looped out and passed out from the pain pill? There wasn't anyone there to help me. With my first one, I was a single parent and then with my daughter, the senior chief was only home for 2 weeks after she was born, then he had to make a trip to Korea to fix an arc furnace. And with the little dude, well, I had already done it twice before. I kinda knew the drill.
But I had to take one this morning because I didn't sleep much last night. My jaw bone was just aching. It's not often you get wind whistling over your bones there, which is pretty much what is happening when you breathe and it makes it ache after awhile. I had a pretty good nap all damn day today though. This post probably just sucks and I don't even care. I am too loopy to even edit it, hope y'all don't mind. I know I'm rambling...closing a story is hard for me..so if anyone has any hints there...do feel free to let me know!
I guess it's just a matter of not letting the pain rule you. I don't completely understand it myself, to be quite honest. I just know that different people have completely different tolerances for pain. And, emotional pain counts as well. It really does. Usually when you get someone suicidal, then their amount of pain has exceeded their capacity to deal with it. They have more pain than they can bear, in other words.
I've always used meditation as a way to manage pain. Half the battle of dealing with pain is to relax into it. The more you try to fight it the more it hurts. It's just a fact. When you accept it, you can detach from it, when you can detach from it, then it hurts less. It's all a mind game. But yes, we do have the power within us to heal ourselves and to overcome pain. Think about the fact that even smart people don't use all of their brains. What if we are just going about it the wrong way? Whose to say we DON'T have the ability to change our levels of brain chemicals just by breathing and concentrating??? It's an experiment that seems to be working for the most part.
The funny thing is, is the more I come to believe that, the more I want to give my body a fighting chance by treating it better. Not smoking, not drinking so many sodas, and eating healthy. Exercise I get, trust me.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not a fanatic or anything. Even I recognize when things are beyond my capacity to deal with them. Hence, my filling the prescription and taking a pain pill. But, that's probably the only one I will take. Your body DOES need a rest now and then and you have to be really in tune to be able to give it what it needs. I never took anything after my c-sections, either and that just blew people away. How in the hell was I going to take care of my babies if I was all looped out and passed out from the pain pill? There wasn't anyone there to help me. With my first one, I was a single parent and then with my daughter, the senior chief was only home for 2 weeks after she was born, then he had to make a trip to Korea to fix an arc furnace. And with the little dude, well, I had already done it twice before. I kinda knew the drill.
But I had to take one this morning because I didn't sleep much last night. My jaw bone was just aching. It's not often you get wind whistling over your bones there, which is pretty much what is happening when you breathe and it makes it ache after awhile. I had a pretty good nap all damn day today though. This post probably just sucks and I don't even care. I am too loopy to even edit it, hope y'all don't mind. I know I'm rambling...closing a story is hard for me..so if anyone has any hints there...do feel free to let me know!
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Ow.
Had the rest of my teeth pulled today and these..well, I think they might smart a bit. I hope that ibuprofen does the trick and I'm glad that it's all over with. I guess he saved the hardest ones for last. Now, I just have to wait and heal..and MAYBE, just MAYBE, I'll have teeth for my birthday. I know the process seems very long, but from all the research I've done, it's better to just take it slow. It's the stitches I had to have this time that is causing the pain, I think. Man, and he pulled them TIGHT too. I've done enough sewing to know that..LOL!
I have such an adrenaline reaction when this is done, it's wierd. It leaves me ringing like a bell for a couple of days. I cannot imagine having had them done all at one time. Of course, so many of them were surgical, too, so that's why he didn't do them all at once. And, when you wait to have your impressions made, then your mouth is the closest to the shape it is always going to be and you get a better fit. Less chance of embarrassing accidents later and less trips to the dentist for refitting. I'm hoping that I won't ever have to go again.
Maybe more blogging tomorrow. I have a couple of things I put in draft earlier today, but I may take a day or two off.
I have such an adrenaline reaction when this is done, it's wierd. It leaves me ringing like a bell for a couple of days. I cannot imagine having had them done all at one time. Of course, so many of them were surgical, too, so that's why he didn't do them all at once. And, when you wait to have your impressions made, then your mouth is the closest to the shape it is always going to be and you get a better fit. Less chance of embarrassing accidents later and less trips to the dentist for refitting. I'm hoping that I won't ever have to go again.
Maybe more blogging tomorrow. I have a couple of things I put in draft earlier today, but I may take a day or two off.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Questions...
All the world events happening right now, are just making me sad. I read the Pope's speech over at Shadowscope's..(thanks for posting that) and I just recently tripped over a new blog with some events reported that just really makes me sad.
And still, people believe that we should turn a blind eye, bring our troops home and not have a dog in this fight. How much fun would it be to live under Islamic rule, where two teenaged kids get FLOGGED for making out? I'm sorry that the first shot in WWIII was fired on Sept. 11, 2001. I am. But it was, and trying to deny the truth doesn't make it any less true. And, now nuns are getting gunned down in the street and The Pope has been threatened. How crazy is that? The ultimate representative of peace and God, and even HE is an infidel? How does that work? How does the argument hold up that they targeted us because we are warmongering hold up? How is this going to be the President's fault? They have now targeted the Pope and what's the last war HE started..or any in his office? And, if we don't stop it from happening, who will?
It kinda got me to thinking about the Cold War, too. We didn't do that right either and we won that one without firing a shot. I guess there's just some people that you can't please no matter how you do it. To them, I guess I say too bad, so sad, then. Those are the people that are determined to be miserable, I guess.
And still, people believe that we should turn a blind eye, bring our troops home and not have a dog in this fight. How much fun would it be to live under Islamic rule, where two teenaged kids get FLOGGED for making out? I'm sorry that the first shot in WWIII was fired on Sept. 11, 2001. I am. But it was, and trying to deny the truth doesn't make it any less true. And, now nuns are getting gunned down in the street and The Pope has been threatened. How crazy is that? The ultimate representative of peace and God, and even HE is an infidel? How does that work? How does the argument hold up that they targeted us because we are warmongering hold up? How is this going to be the President's fault? They have now targeted the Pope and what's the last war HE started..or any in his office? And, if we don't stop it from happening, who will?
It kinda got me to thinking about the Cold War, too. We didn't do that right either and we won that one without firing a shot. I guess there's just some people that you can't please no matter how you do it. To them, I guess I say too bad, so sad, then. Those are the people that are determined to be miserable, I guess.
Frustration
So, I've been sitting here trying to get blogroll installed on this thing and I don't seem to have the brain power to do it today. Ugh. I might have to get the senior chief to help me with this one. Mister...did you add a counter yet? Shoot, adding that damn counter nearly sent me into spasms of anger in which I could very well ALMOST see myself doing the computer in. Not really, though, because I do love my computer.
Patience is not really one of my strongest virtues and while I'm still craving a cigarette...this is only in my mind, by the way...my patience levels are at an all time low.
I have been yelling at the kids a bit more lately. Apparently they need it. What is it that makes them so damn tunnel visioned sometimes, good lord. The other night I was trying to feed a bone to the dog, and she's a very friendly dog and all that, but I don't want my kids in the habit of approaching ANY dog from behind, while it's getting ready to eat. I said, I swear, 4 different times, "Leave her alone" and he just didn't. So, then I chewed his ass for a few minutes and he got the message.
I've got a couple of posts I'm thinking about in the back of my mind, but I don't know if I can pull them out because my brain just will NOT turn the damn cigarettes loose. Tomorrow I get the final 5 damn teeth pulled and then I get to wait and heal and then get new teeth. Yay!!! They hurt for so long, it's wierd not to be popping ibuprofen every 4 hours religously.
Anyway, as you can see, my thoughts are all disjointed right now. Soon, and if I can call upon whatever patience I have left, I might be able to conquer this.
Patience is not really one of my strongest virtues and while I'm still craving a cigarette...this is only in my mind, by the way...my patience levels are at an all time low.
I have been yelling at the kids a bit more lately. Apparently they need it. What is it that makes them so damn tunnel visioned sometimes, good lord. The other night I was trying to feed a bone to the dog, and she's a very friendly dog and all that, but I don't want my kids in the habit of approaching ANY dog from behind, while it's getting ready to eat. I said, I swear, 4 different times, "Leave her alone" and he just didn't. So, then I chewed his ass for a few minutes and he got the message.
I've got a couple of posts I'm thinking about in the back of my mind, but I don't know if I can pull them out because my brain just will NOT turn the damn cigarettes loose. Tomorrow I get the final 5 damn teeth pulled and then I get to wait and heal and then get new teeth. Yay!!! They hurt for so long, it's wierd not to be popping ibuprofen every 4 hours religously.
Anyway, as you can see, my thoughts are all disjointed right now. Soon, and if I can call upon whatever patience I have left, I might be able to conquer this.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Mondays
Well, I can't say I've done much today. I am caught in the throes of nicotine craving and have been reading mostly to keep my mind off of it. I like to read because it is like anti-anxiety. I love to lose myself in another story and forget about my own for awhile. It's therapeutic. But, it surely doesn't get the chores done. And you know, somehow getting the chores done doesn't feel as important as not smoking does. I do hate the grip it has on my mind though. I can't think of anything else. I know, I'm supposed to be putting this over in the other blog, but whatever. Maybe tomorrow I will have something brilliant to say or do..today, I'm just going back to bed so I don't smoke. Once my people are around it will be easier..they distract me with conversation and whatnot.
A Quiz To Start The Day
| Your Hidden Talent |
 You are a great communicator. You have a real way with words. You're never at a loss to explain what you mean or how you feel. People find it easy to empathize with you, no matter what your situation. When you're up, you make everyone happy. But when you're down, everyone suffers. |
Sunday, September 17, 2006
4-Day Chili
That's what we're having today. Ideally, it shouldn't be ready until tonight, but my people have already been getting into it. Tonight I'll make some cornbread, with real corn in it, to accompany the 4 day chili.
I call it 4 day chili because that is how long it takes to make. It starts with a ham. First I cook the ham and the ham meal, garlic mashed potatoes, mixed vegetables and fresh/frozen fruit. Then, I take the leftover ham and soak the beans overnight and cook them real slow. In the morning, I add seasonings and turn up the heat a little bit so by the end of the second day, there is a nice pot of beans and ham with some onions (vidalia in season, whatever sweet ones they have in the grocery store during the off season). I usually cook rice to go with it. The next day, I add all the chili fixings and let it cook for a full day before it's ready to eat. By the fourth day, all those seasonings have blended together and you got yourself one good pot of chili. And I don't have to cook all day today. That's pretty bonus.
For the Harry Potter Fans..Why do YOU think Dumbledore had James invisibility cloak when he had the ability to make himself invisible. Intriguing, no?
I call it 4 day chili because that is how long it takes to make. It starts with a ham. First I cook the ham and the ham meal, garlic mashed potatoes, mixed vegetables and fresh/frozen fruit. Then, I take the leftover ham and soak the beans overnight and cook them real slow. In the morning, I add seasonings and turn up the heat a little bit so by the end of the second day, there is a nice pot of beans and ham with some onions (vidalia in season, whatever sweet ones they have in the grocery store during the off season). I usually cook rice to go with it. The next day, I add all the chili fixings and let it cook for a full day before it's ready to eat. By the fourth day, all those seasonings have blended together and you got yourself one good pot of chili. And I don't have to cook all day today. That's pretty bonus.
For the Harry Potter Fans..Why do YOU think Dumbledore had James invisibility cloak when he had the ability to make himself invisible. Intriguing, no?
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Post Blog Meet Meme
I got asked a couple of questions at the blogmeet that I didn't really have an opportunity to answer 'properly'. I figured it would sound better in writing, anyway.
First, How did I come by my blog name..Restroom Revelations? The short answer is that the Restroom part is a mommy reference and the Revelations part represents the spiritual side of me. The rest of the answer can be found in this post.
The next question had to do with my blog parentage. Where in the HELL did I come from? I do believe was the way the question was actually worded, LOL. I just 'dropped in' and have been around ever since. Well, that's pretty much how I do things. I research and think and learn and decide if it's a thing I want to do or not. Once I decide, then I go on and do it. And, so it was with blogging as well. I knew about blogging from it's birth, I really did, but I just didn't think it was for me.
However, just because I haven't been blogging doesn't mean I haven't had an internet presence, if you will. Message boards were always more my thing. I have actually met some very well known people through the internet. So, I was part of a writer's group/fan message board and got the courage to submit a poem. The moderator of the group told me to "Get over myself and start writing" and it still took me another year. Then, once I decided, another wonderful group of ladies helped me pick my name..and there I was. I had started reading links from my local radio station guys, The Regular Guys, and followed the links from there. Redneck is the one who first read anything, I do believe and cut part of my post out and reposted it on his website and the rest is all history.
First, How did I come by my blog name..Restroom Revelations? The short answer is that the Restroom part is a mommy reference and the Revelations part represents the spiritual side of me. The rest of the answer can be found in this post.
The next question had to do with my blog parentage. Where in the HELL did I come from? I do believe was the way the question was actually worded, LOL. I just 'dropped in' and have been around ever since. Well, that's pretty much how I do things. I research and think and learn and decide if it's a thing I want to do or not. Once I decide, then I go on and do it. And, so it was with blogging as well. I knew about blogging from it's birth, I really did, but I just didn't think it was for me.
However, just because I haven't been blogging doesn't mean I haven't had an internet presence, if you will. Message boards were always more my thing. I have actually met some very well known people through the internet. So, I was part of a writer's group/fan message board and got the courage to submit a poem. The moderator of the group told me to "Get over myself and start writing" and it still took me another year. Then, once I decided, another wonderful group of ladies helped me pick my name..and there I was. I had started reading links from my local radio station guys, The Regular Guys, and followed the links from there. Redneck is the one who first read anything, I do believe and cut part of my post out and reposted it on his website and the rest is all history.
Talladega Ticket
I'm going to keep this one on top for a couple of more days.
A buddy of ours happens to have an extra ticket. If you are interested in going with us, give me a shout. The race is going to be on Sunday the 8th of October, but we always go up Thursday night (late) to camp and leave Monday morning. It's fun! Anyway, if you're interested, let me know.
A buddy of ours happens to have an extra ticket. If you are interested in going with us, give me a shout. The race is going to be on Sunday the 8th of October, but we always go up Thursday night (late) to camp and leave Monday morning. It's fun! Anyway, if you're interested, let me know.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Discouraged
I was seriously considering not blogging anymore before this past weekend. I was feeling like I was at a plateau with my writing and I was getting a bit of a headache from beating my head against a brick wall. But, this weekend changed my attitude, big time, and has made me want to blog more than ever. The advice I received, and the encouragement, as well as the discussions I listened in on about technique and whatnot, have served to renew my interest and my dedication to trying, in my own way, to perfect the craft.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Another Quiz-This one was WIERD
| Your Life Path Number is 7 |
 Your purpose in life is to find truth and meaning You are very spiritual, and you are interested in the mysteries of life. You are quite analytical and a great thinker. You have many theories and insights. A life of solitude is perfect for you. You need time to think and do things your way. In love, you are quite charming. You attract many with your confidence and wit. While you enjoy being alone, sometimes you take it to an extreme. You can become too isolated, shutting out loved ones and friends. Express yourself a little bit more, and you'll be surprised where it takes you! |
Again, stolen from Leslie!
Monster
One blogmeet and he's addicted. The Senior Chief, that is. He had so much fun he called his mother. I could not make this stuff up. He called his mother and told her what a great time we had and now everybody knows I have a blog.
So, I get an email from her wanting all the good details and a writing sample. And, yeah, she is computer savvy enough to find my blog at 80+ years old. How cool is that?
It is saying something that I managed to keep it an utter secret for so long. That's the thing about secrets though. If you don't want everybody to know, don't tell a SOUL...
But the Senior Chief is hooked and one of you malcontents are going to have to claim him as your blog child.
It's not like he was totally ignorant of bloggers, though. Mostly if I read a good post, I'll print it out and when we're hanging out in the garage, much like hanging out on the back deck, he'll read and be impressed.
Sure hope y'all can deal with what you've created..(evil grin)
So, I get an email from her wanting all the good details and a writing sample. And, yeah, she is computer savvy enough to find my blog at 80+ years old. How cool is that?
It is saying something that I managed to keep it an utter secret for so long. That's the thing about secrets though. If you don't want everybody to know, don't tell a SOUL...
But the Senior Chief is hooked and one of you malcontents are going to have to claim him as your blog child.
It's not like he was totally ignorant of bloggers, though. Mostly if I read a good post, I'll print it out and when we're hanging out in the garage, much like hanging out on the back deck, he'll read and be impressed.
Sure hope y'all can deal with what you've created..(evil grin)
A Quick Quiz
| What Your Bathroom Habits Say About You |
 You are a giving soul. Way too giving in fact. You often get stuck doing the dirty work that no one else will do. Your idea of fashion is jeans and a t-shirt. Clean, if you're lucky. You have the perfect blend of confidence and class. You're proud of who you are - but you don't broadcast it. In relationships, you are practical and realistic. You have a romantic side, but you only let it out when it's appropriate. |
Stolen from Leslie.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Doing Parental Duty
I am a lover of the truth, and as such, so are my children. My little people I deemed old enough to understand and deal with the implications of 9-11. They were a little young when it happened being 3 and 4 at the time respectively.
So, this afternoon, we watched the videos. I walked them through the day and let them have the experience for themselves. I couldn't do it yesterday, I was just too emotional.
Little dude's reaction was "Oh, we have to go kill the leader so that way the rest of the people don't know what to do and then they can't attack us anymore for a little while. They can't get away with this. That's not right."
Little gal's reaction was that if they hadn't found the culprit by the time she was grown up, she was going to find him herself. Or, they could just use that bomb they used on Japan. Yeah, my girl is a little more bloodthirsty than my son. Heh.
We will never forget.
So, this afternoon, we watched the videos. I walked them through the day and let them have the experience for themselves. I couldn't do it yesterday, I was just too emotional.
Little dude's reaction was "Oh, we have to go kill the leader so that way the rest of the people don't know what to do and then they can't attack us anymore for a little while. They can't get away with this. That's not right."
Little gal's reaction was that if they hadn't found the culprit by the time she was grown up, she was going to find him herself. Or, they could just use that bomb they used on Japan. Yeah, my girl is a little more bloodthirsty than my son. Heh.
We will never forget.
Anger
The topic of anger has been on my mind lately. It keeps coming up. It is an emotion that has such negative connotations. Everyone is afraid of anger. The very thought of someone being angry with you puts a twist on your thought processes. We feel guilty when we are angry.
My dad used to say that anger wasn't a true emotion. I thought he was full of shit, then. Now that I am older, I can certainly understand what he meant. Anger isn't a stand alone emotion. In other words, before you feel anger, you feel something else first. Stop and think about that for a minute.
The key to understanding anger is understanding the driving emotion. Many times, you will find that the driving emotion is hurt, or frustration, and other emotions as well. Physical pain can cause anger. What happens when you stub your toe? First it hurts, then you are mad as hell jumping up and down cussing out whatever we stubbed our toe on, right?
Anger in itself is not bad. It's our REACTION to anger that causes the problems. When we are angry, we tend to lash out and want others to hurt as badly as we do at that minute. To successfully learn to manage your anger, you must learn to conquer that reaction and turn it into something positive. It's so much better when you come out of a haze of anger with some project completed, your house clean, or some other accomplishment instead of looking around at destruction. This is the difference between destructive anger and righteous anger.
Anger can be very energizing. It is a necessary emotion to get us moving sometimes. When we are afraid of someone who is angry, we aren't afraid of the emotion, we are afraid of how they handle the emotion.
Anger is truly a necessary and good thing.
My dad used to say that anger wasn't a true emotion. I thought he was full of shit, then. Now that I am older, I can certainly understand what he meant. Anger isn't a stand alone emotion. In other words, before you feel anger, you feel something else first. Stop and think about that for a minute.
The key to understanding anger is understanding the driving emotion. Many times, you will find that the driving emotion is hurt, or frustration, and other emotions as well. Physical pain can cause anger. What happens when you stub your toe? First it hurts, then you are mad as hell jumping up and down cussing out whatever we stubbed our toe on, right?
Anger in itself is not bad. It's our REACTION to anger that causes the problems. When we are angry, we tend to lash out and want others to hurt as badly as we do at that minute. To successfully learn to manage your anger, you must learn to conquer that reaction and turn it into something positive. It's so much better when you come out of a haze of anger with some project completed, your house clean, or some other accomplishment instead of looking around at destruction. This is the difference between destructive anger and righteous anger.
Anger can be very energizing. It is a necessary emotion to get us moving sometimes. When we are afraid of someone who is angry, we aren't afraid of the emotion, we are afraid of how they handle the emotion.
Anger is truly a necessary and good thing.
Monday, September 11, 2006
New Blog
I started a new blog today called Cold Turkey for any of y'all that want to join me, support me, sit and jeer at me..whatever, while I quit smoking. That's the whole point of the blog...to document the process and work through it and be a success.
Helen Blogmeet
The senior chief and I attended our first blogmeet this weekend. What an experience!
I got to meet the following cast of characters
Dax Montana, the lovely and talented Pricilla and the Dax babies, who are very very awesome.
Chouchope-So cute! I couldn't wait to meet her!
The Boiling Point- And Dash, he looked a little shell shocked when I first got there, but then I watched the people work their magic..or was that the punch?? No, but seeing him laugh and have a good time was pretty cool!
The Grouchy Old Cripple - no surprises there! That guy is AWESOME!
Ellisson and SWMBO (I love that name!) They have this twinkle in their eyes that's just so cool
Straight White Guy - what can I say about Eric, except what a very cool guy!
Suburban Blight-I should have looked so good so soon after having babies. Congratulations!
Key Monroe - could be a model!
Leslie the Omnibus Driver - ah, my new reading buddy and next door neighbor at the hotel, (evil grin)
Lemons and Lollipops - I didn't spend much time with her, but finding out she came all the way from Canada did add a little to my perspective of what a wonderful crowd this is.
Redneck - Finally, I got to meet my blog father, how awesome is that! He was so busy in there talking smack about the game, hehehe!
Rick & Georgia - I am very glad to have met them. What beautiful people really. We went to the pizza place and ate pizza together and it was a blast!!!
RSM- A lot like I expected, very military in appearance and bearing, as was Eric, but RSM was very obviously dedicated.
Shadowscope - someone I have taken to reading lately and I am so glad to have met.
The Holder of Useless Knowledge - a little shy, I could tell.
Velociman - I was really drunk when I finally met the V-man, so I hope I didn't embarrass myself too much. I'd like to see a novel out of that one, though, he has the gift, as we all recognize.
Yabu & his Bride-Downfuckingtown! To use Yabu's word. Oh yeah, and don't squeeze his nipples.
Zonker-so tall and an intense gaze that makes you just immediately start questioning yourself.
You never know about these things until you go to one, that's just how it is meeting people on the internet. I really didn't have any preconceived notions, per se, but some people seemed so familiar upon seeing them, but not because of their blog. Zonker is a doppelganger for The Senior Chief's cousin Jack. It was startling, to be quite honest. Cousin Jack is a cool guy, too, don't get me wrong at all, but the resemblance is just so uncanny, I'll have to get a picture sometime so you'll see.
To say that my life has been forever altered by the experience would be an understatement. I am honored to have been included in such a talented and diverse group of writers; it was a very humbling experience to be sure. Almost every person there had written one post or another that has made a difference in my life. And that's a fact.
I think Holder Of Useless Knowledge expressed it the best. Now I get the joke a little more. There is more of a depth to the posts, it's like they can be taken in context now. A very awesome experience and one I hope to repeat.
I got to meet the following cast of characters
Dax Montana, the lovely and talented Pricilla and the Dax babies, who are very very awesome.
Chouchope-So cute! I couldn't wait to meet her!
The Boiling Point- And Dash, he looked a little shell shocked when I first got there, but then I watched the people work their magic..or was that the punch?? No, but seeing him laugh and have a good time was pretty cool!
The Grouchy Old Cripple - no surprises there! That guy is AWESOME!
Ellisson and SWMBO (I love that name!) They have this twinkle in their eyes that's just so cool
Straight White Guy - what can I say about Eric, except what a very cool guy!
Suburban Blight-I should have looked so good so soon after having babies. Congratulations!
Key Monroe - could be a model!
Leslie the Omnibus Driver - ah, my new reading buddy and next door neighbor at the hotel, (evil grin)
Lemons and Lollipops - I didn't spend much time with her, but finding out she came all the way from Canada did add a little to my perspective of what a wonderful crowd this is.
Redneck - Finally, I got to meet my blog father, how awesome is that! He was so busy in there talking smack about the game, hehehe!
Rick & Georgia - I am very glad to have met them. What beautiful people really. We went to the pizza place and ate pizza together and it was a blast!!!
RSM- A lot like I expected, very military in appearance and bearing, as was Eric, but RSM was very obviously dedicated.
Shadowscope - someone I have taken to reading lately and I am so glad to have met.
The Holder of Useless Knowledge - a little shy, I could tell.
Velociman - I was really drunk when I finally met the V-man, so I hope I didn't embarrass myself too much. I'd like to see a novel out of that one, though, he has the gift, as we all recognize.
Yabu & his Bride-Downfuckingtown! To use Yabu's word. Oh yeah, and don't squeeze his nipples.
Zonker-so tall and an intense gaze that makes you just immediately start questioning yourself.
You never know about these things until you go to one, that's just how it is meeting people on the internet. I really didn't have any preconceived notions, per se, but some people seemed so familiar upon seeing them, but not because of their blog. Zonker is a doppelganger for The Senior Chief's cousin Jack. It was startling, to be quite honest. Cousin Jack is a cool guy, too, don't get me wrong at all, but the resemblance is just so uncanny, I'll have to get a picture sometime so you'll see.
To say that my life has been forever altered by the experience would be an understatement. I am honored to have been included in such a talented and diverse group of writers; it was a very humbling experience to be sure. Almost every person there had written one post or another that has made a difference in my life. And that's a fact.
I think Holder Of Useless Knowledge expressed it the best. Now I get the joke a little more. There is more of a depth to the posts, it's like they can be taken in context now. A very awesome experience and one I hope to repeat.
September 11
I'm still mad. How DARE they come HERE and hurt ours? No, the pain isn't what it WAS, watching the towers fall. The anger isn't as strong, as adrenaline ridden. But, it's still there, like a nice charcoal fire that's finally the right temperature, just smouldering away, waiting for that little dash of lighter fluid to make it rear up again. Every year for the last 5 years, Sept. 11 has been like that little bit of lighter fluid. The humorous side to me thinks of those assholes.."Oh no you did not?" That day, I was already almost out the door to the recruiter's office before I remembered that that option is closed to me. The senior chief felt the same way.
I sat this morning with my children and watched the morning news. They were 5 and 3 respectively five years ago, and so therefore have no real understanding. Today, was different for them, though. Today, I decided they were old enough for the truth. Tonight, me and the senior chief will raise a glass to the troops over there doing the job, trying to find the people that are responsible. We will not rest until the job is done.
I hope that our next president is up for it.
Before I close, I'd like to talk about a wonderful project called 2996. I had no idea that this project existed until this weekend and for those of you who aren't aware of what it is, let me explain. It is the final body count of those lost in 9/11. Bloggers from all over signed up to do a memorial post for each and every one of the 2996. Each of these people gets to be alive again through the words of a stranger. I am proud to know people that care that much. I find it interesting to note that 3,412 people volunteered for this project. Go read the stories.
To the families of those who lost loved ones that day; you do not cry alone.
I sat this morning with my children and watched the morning news. They were 5 and 3 respectively five years ago, and so therefore have no real understanding. Today, was different for them, though. Today, I decided they were old enough for the truth. Tonight, me and the senior chief will raise a glass to the troops over there doing the job, trying to find the people that are responsible. We will not rest until the job is done.
I hope that our next president is up for it.
Before I close, I'd like to talk about a wonderful project called 2996. I had no idea that this project existed until this weekend and for those of you who aren't aware of what it is, let me explain. It is the final body count of those lost in 9/11. Bloggers from all over signed up to do a memorial post for each and every one of the 2996. Each of these people gets to be alive again through the words of a stranger. I am proud to know people that care that much. I find it interesting to note that 3,412 people volunteered for this project. Go read the stories.
To the families of those who lost loved ones that day; you do not cry alone.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Very Cool
Back from my very first blogmeet. It was very cool. VERY cool. Just how cool...well, that will be covered in another post. Right now..sleep and food are necessary for the body to continue to function properly. Y'all have a good one.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
If You are a Woman
And you're on my blogroll, that means that you have some quality that I admire, whether it be a sense of humor or a strength of character. Seriously.
If You Are A Man....
And you are on my blogroll, then you have some quality that reminds me either of my father or my husband. I just realized that, isn't that a hoot???? Which reminds me that I do have to update my blogroll. See, I am horrible with etiquette and shit. I am just so damn busy, I don't have much time for finer details.
And when that changes, I'm going to be very, very sad. But, I'll get through it. I just realized that, though..that every man on my blogroll has some quality that I admired in either my father or my husband. Acidman reminded me the most of my own dad. I miss that guy so much. I still can't believe he's gone.
And when that changes, I'm going to be very, very sad. But, I'll get through it. I just realized that, though..that every man on my blogroll has some quality that I admired in either my father or my husband. Acidman reminded me the most of my own dad. I miss that guy so much. I still can't believe he's gone.
Shit Happens
Rarely do I go back and reread posts. If I notice that a particular post is getting a lot of hits, I might reread it and see. There's one I wrote recently that fell in that category. Little did I know when I wrote that post that it would bear true in such a short time.
This philosophy of mine is what drives me to get up at 5:30 every morning with my husband so that the last words he hears me say are "I love you" and "Have a nice day." The same philosophy goes with the kids going to school. I very rarely holler at them in the mornings. I don't want them to start their day all upset and distracted when they need to focus on school. Discipline takes place AFTER school when I have time to deal with it fully. Usually gives me a chance to calm down and do it right, too, which is always beneficial. I would hate it if something happened to them and the last thing that happened was they thought I didn't love them or something. I could not live with myself if that were true. I know it sounds all June Cleaver and whatnot, but I've seen enough of the world to know that shit happens. Shit happens to somebody every day on the roads of Atlanta, if you do any kind of math, you know that any day that shit doesn't happen to you is a day you won the lottery. You have no control over the shit happens factor, the best you can do is have as much of your shit in your sock as you can so that way it isn't YOUR shit happening too often.
That's what insurance is for and people like Shoe, as well. Nothing says I love you more than a nice big fat bill for a funeral, eh? Shit happens. Prepare for it. Live like shit is going to happen, because it is. To you. Plan for it. That is the moral to the story...the life's lesson, if you will. So many people want to believe that it can't happen to them, and those people get bit in the ass every time.
Conduct yourself like the last thing you say or do for a person is going to be the last thing you ever get to say or do for a person. Really. Why? Because shit happens and it might just be the last thing you ever get to say or do for a person.
I can remember my last exchange with my father in law. He was sitting on the car port watching Mom load us down with food and I don't really know what he was thinking while watching us, but he was tickled pink. He had this big ol' shit eating grin on his face and he was so damn happy; it was very, very, cool. I looked at him and said.."She takes such good car of us, doesn't she?" (meaning Mom) and he grinned even bigger. He may have been thinking about how it was when I first came in the family and how much things had changed, I don't know. But whatever he was thinking, he was happy and that is so fucking cool. My last words to him were "I love you." That helps me sleep at night, I guess.
All I can say is make sure the ones you love know that you love them ..even if you're mad at them. Why? Because shit happens and it might just be your lucky day.
This philosophy of mine is what drives me to get up at 5:30 every morning with my husband so that the last words he hears me say are "I love you" and "Have a nice day." The same philosophy goes with the kids going to school. I very rarely holler at them in the mornings. I don't want them to start their day all upset and distracted when they need to focus on school. Discipline takes place AFTER school when I have time to deal with it fully. Usually gives me a chance to calm down and do it right, too, which is always beneficial. I would hate it if something happened to them and the last thing that happened was they thought I didn't love them or something. I could not live with myself if that were true. I know it sounds all June Cleaver and whatnot, but I've seen enough of the world to know that shit happens. Shit happens to somebody every day on the roads of Atlanta, if you do any kind of math, you know that any day that shit doesn't happen to you is a day you won the lottery. You have no control over the shit happens factor, the best you can do is have as much of your shit in your sock as you can so that way it isn't YOUR shit happening too often.
That's what insurance is for and people like Shoe, as well. Nothing says I love you more than a nice big fat bill for a funeral, eh? Shit happens. Prepare for it. Live like shit is going to happen, because it is. To you. Plan for it. That is the moral to the story...the life's lesson, if you will. So many people want to believe that it can't happen to them, and those people get bit in the ass every time.
Conduct yourself like the last thing you say or do for a person is going to be the last thing you ever get to say or do for a person. Really. Why? Because shit happens and it might just be the last thing you ever get to say or do for a person.
I can remember my last exchange with my father in law. He was sitting on the car port watching Mom load us down with food and I don't really know what he was thinking while watching us, but he was tickled pink. He had this big ol' shit eating grin on his face and he was so damn happy; it was very, very, cool. I looked at him and said.."She takes such good car of us, doesn't she?" (meaning Mom) and he grinned even bigger. He may have been thinking about how it was when I first came in the family and how much things had changed, I don't know. But whatever he was thinking, he was happy and that is so fucking cool. My last words to him were "I love you." That helps me sleep at night, I guess.
All I can say is make sure the ones you love know that you love them ..even if you're mad at them. Why? Because shit happens and it might just be your lucky day.
Crabby
I am starving, bleeding, have a headache, need a cigarette, did I mention that I am STARVING. My husband grilled out this weekend, this real Texas style roast..kind of like brisket..oh my it was so damn good...and all I could do was smell it. How torturous is that??? I got to have a baked potatoe..whoopeeee. Hey, I'm all about vegetables just like the next mom, but I am a carniverous being too. I have to have my meat, as well.
Meat..that reminds me of a training tool, a phrase used to teach us a concept back in the Navy. The heat of the meat is relative to the angle of the dangle. Ah yes, back in the days when EVERYTHING had a sexual connotation.
I got a new tool last week. No, not one of 'those' kinds of tools, but a real cleaning tool. It has a really, really, long handle. My favorite part of it is the fiberform pad that sticks on the bottom and you can use it for a mop. When it gets dirty, you just rip it off and rinse it out. Kind of like a Swiffer, but better, because you don't have to buy refills. And, I got some Magic Erasers for the bathrooms. Nothing cleans soap scum like a magic eraser. But, I have to hide the damn things.
Does anyone else have to hide their cleaning supplies? I do. Those guys get fascinated by the special cleaning supplies and use them all up and not for their intended purpose. This makes organizing a bit difficult. I need a gear locker with a lock just like we had in the Navy. I had to rescue my Magic Erasers because someone got a hold of them and was erasing everything they could find. Sort of. They don't work on EVERYTHING they are advertised for, but soap scum in the shower...like magic. And I hate to scrub some soap scum.
I am so looking forward to this weekend. Really. To be away from it all for a few days. I love Helen anyway, I always have. When my in laws came to visit, we always went to Helen. My husband and I sneak up there every chance we get. If you keep on going, there's a few places on up the road where you can have a nice secluded picnic, as well. Gorgeous up there.
My oldest son volunteered to babysit for us this weekend, bless his little heart. I can see a bit of change in his attitude lately. I'm not sure what did it, but you can tell when someone is different. My husband seems to think that it's because he finally maybe truly does believe that we love him. I mean, how could he not know??? I jumped up and down and clapped my hands whenever he said he was going to be home for Thanksgiving. But this has always been his M.O. in a way, too. He goes until he crosses the line because he KNOWS that we'll make him straighten up and fly right. He'll make SURE he gets caught. My husband was saying just last night..Gee weren't we just asking that question? Does he want to get caught? Yes. They ALL want to be caught. Kids like to know that someone is in charge. They will MAKE SURE that they get caught and the clues they leave aren't very hard to find. His friends wanted me to know what was going on, so do they just come out and tell me??? Oh hell no. They make sure I have a myspace account and then put it in their blog. That way they didn't rat. They will find a way to let you know, though. And the reason they want you to know is because they want you to do something about it. And so we did. And, now he's happy. Go figure. You'd think it would just be easier to say something and avoid all the drama, right? Ha.
Meat..that reminds me of a training tool, a phrase used to teach us a concept back in the Navy. The heat of the meat is relative to the angle of the dangle. Ah yes, back in the days when EVERYTHING had a sexual connotation.
I got a new tool last week. No, not one of 'those' kinds of tools, but a real cleaning tool. It has a really, really, long handle. My favorite part of it is the fiberform pad that sticks on the bottom and you can use it for a mop. When it gets dirty, you just rip it off and rinse it out. Kind of like a Swiffer, but better, because you don't have to buy refills. And, I got some Magic Erasers for the bathrooms. Nothing cleans soap scum like a magic eraser. But, I have to hide the damn things.
Does anyone else have to hide their cleaning supplies? I do. Those guys get fascinated by the special cleaning supplies and use them all up and not for their intended purpose. This makes organizing a bit difficult. I need a gear locker with a lock just like we had in the Navy. I had to rescue my Magic Erasers because someone got a hold of them and was erasing everything they could find. Sort of. They don't work on EVERYTHING they are advertised for, but soap scum in the shower...like magic. And I hate to scrub some soap scum.
I am so looking forward to this weekend. Really. To be away from it all for a few days. I love Helen anyway, I always have. When my in laws came to visit, we always went to Helen. My husband and I sneak up there every chance we get. If you keep on going, there's a few places on up the road where you can have a nice secluded picnic, as well. Gorgeous up there.
My oldest son volunteered to babysit for us this weekend, bless his little heart. I can see a bit of change in his attitude lately. I'm not sure what did it, but you can tell when someone is different. My husband seems to think that it's because he finally maybe truly does believe that we love him. I mean, how could he not know??? I jumped up and down and clapped my hands whenever he said he was going to be home for Thanksgiving. But this has always been his M.O. in a way, too. He goes until he crosses the line because he KNOWS that we'll make him straighten up and fly right. He'll make SURE he gets caught. My husband was saying just last night..Gee weren't we just asking that question? Does he want to get caught? Yes. They ALL want to be caught. Kids like to know that someone is in charge. They will MAKE SURE that they get caught and the clues they leave aren't very hard to find. His friends wanted me to know what was going on, so do they just come out and tell me??? Oh hell no. They make sure I have a myspace account and then put it in their blog. That way they didn't rat. They will find a way to let you know, though. And the reason they want you to know is because they want you to do something about it. And so we did. And, now he's happy. Go figure. You'd think it would just be easier to say something and avoid all the drama, right? Ha.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Whew!
Ok, I am so looking forward to the Yellin' in Hellin! I was reading over at Eric's place today catching up on some reading when I came across a post about dentists.
I had to laugh at the comments and wonder why in the hell people hate the dentist so. I have my own personal reasons, and I really don't hate the dentist, I just didn't want to spend a buncha money on endless root canals and whatnot only to wind up the way I am..just about toothless.
And then I got to thinking, I am going to be completely toothless for the Helen blogmeet, having the rest of them pulled on Tuesday. Which is kinda good, because then I'll be on a liquid diet and boy, oh, boy am I ready for that liquid diet..grin.
Seriously though, I almost decided to cancel because OMG I'm not going to have a fucking tooth in my head..but screw it. I need a weekend away and if y'all wind up hating me or something, it's not like I cannot find some way to amuse myself while there. It's not like I'm not bringing my favorite boy toy with me, that darling husband of mine. And believe you me, he's just looking for any excuse at all for me to turn him into my personal love slave, ya know.
The good news is, is that by the time Talladega rolls around, I'll have teeth. Cannot go to Talladega with no teeth. I mean, you gotta eat...and it's stand around the grill and spear shit with your knife and eat the meat right off the grill..kind of eatin' around there....along with plenty of liquids.
So, here's to Helen!
I had to laugh at the comments and wonder why in the hell people hate the dentist so. I have my own personal reasons, and I really don't hate the dentist, I just didn't want to spend a buncha money on endless root canals and whatnot only to wind up the way I am..just about toothless.
And then I got to thinking, I am going to be completely toothless for the Helen blogmeet, having the rest of them pulled on Tuesday. Which is kinda good, because then I'll be on a liquid diet and boy, oh, boy am I ready for that liquid diet..grin.
Seriously though, I almost decided to cancel because OMG I'm not going to have a fucking tooth in my head..but screw it. I need a weekend away and if y'all wind up hating me or something, it's not like I cannot find some way to amuse myself while there. It's not like I'm not bringing my favorite boy toy with me, that darling husband of mine. And believe you me, he's just looking for any excuse at all for me to turn him into my personal love slave, ya know.
The good news is, is that by the time Talladega rolls around, I'll have teeth. Cannot go to Talladega with no teeth. I mean, you gotta eat...and it's stand around the grill and spear shit with your knife and eat the meat right off the grill..kind of eatin' around there....along with plenty of liquids.
So, here's to Helen!
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