Way to go kids of my small town!!!!!!
Friday, January 30, 2009
Way to go kids of my small town!!!!!!
Monday, January 26, 2009
Just because I did not participate these past few weeks, that does not mean there hasn't been anything I did not do. It just means I did not tell you about it.
First off, I must admit, I did not spend a lot of time blogging these past few weeks. Not because I had nothing to say, because anyone who knows me knows that I have ALOT to say - usually about nothing.
I did not sleep much last week. I do not know if it was because I am very stressed over budget cuts at my office, or if it is stress over the economy, or if it is stress over my husbands increasing lack of work, or if it is ... who cares, its all money related.
Or is it?
Could it be that I found myself getting sucked in my the evil black box in my family room?
I did not breathe several sighs of relief when we made it through last week without the bank calling us and telling us to take our money (BWA!) and go elsewhere (ha! Ha! HA!). If you didn't see the joke, and need further explanation, the word "money" and the word "our" are almost never used in the same sentence when I describe "us" - at least not recently.
I did not over zealously thank the lovely lady at the hospital who said she would do "what she could" to help us pay down the remaining 5 grand we owe. Of course she will help, she has reviewed our history there - they are getting paid 10's of thousands of dollars each year by my insurance company for countless procedures and kidney surgery's and various other anomalies that come with arthritis and Fibromyalgia (like the knee that isn't functioning properly without massive doses of pain these days - might be that fall from, you know, in the post office where I also procured three broken ribs and a mighty fine lecture about not suing).
I did not wear 3 1/2" heels the day we had Career Fair at the high school. Not only did I not wear them, but I certainly did not put on the pair that was a little too small. I did not do it because I am very much aware that I have a pain disorder, and would be on my painful little tootsies alldaylongwithoutsitting.
But in my
absolute stupidity defense, have you seen how tall they grow high school kids these days? I look like a 3rd grader compared to these giants. Apparently the girls have forgotten what lunch was. And dinner. And breakfast. I never knew giants could wear size 5T's.
And for the record... I do not understand the whole wearing flannel pj bottoms, 5 layers of various t's, tanks, sweatshirts, and slippers to school thing. I must be getting old fashioned. (getting? can you get old fashioned? sounds like an illness).
I do not have so much to do today. So much that I am wanting to crawl back into (I suppose I should crawl out of before I make this statement) bed and hide. For oh.... 4 weeks or so.
I do not understand why my husband does not want to find a way to make today work out for him. You know, go to work, crash at my aunts or brothers, and actually WORK this week. They have several uncovered loads in the cities for him, but nothing coming back home. He gets all pissy when his paycheck comes, and he is on partial lay off, but since work called and said "if you can find a place to crash, we can keep you busy all day". Apparently this making money so we can eat thing is also getting old fashioned.
I do not believe that people do not see the truth behind Caylee Anthony's grandfathers attempted suicide. Um, hello? He knew she was missing but never reported it? I think this whole family needs to be sent to exile island.
I did not just look at the clock and see it is waaaaay more after 8 than I thought.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
We will serve wonderful food, all donated, and so much that we could feed yet another army.
We will dance for you. We will perform for you.
We will make you laugh and forget why you are here in the first place.
We will bring all of your friends - even those you don't know together, in one place to honor you.
We will give you hugs, and just before we release you, we will give you more.
We will collect. Things, and funds and stories and joy and memories for you to open when you need them.
We will remind you why you chose to come back after the one you lost moved on.
We will be here when his loss haunts you, and his memories start to fade.
We will never let you forget what he meant to us, and what you mean to us.
For your benefit we will be all you need, and more than you could ever want.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
If you watch the news at all, then you will have noticed that my state (and the ones huddled up against it) has been shivering under a blanket of snow and extreme temperatures.
The temp today? -30
The windchill today? -45
School today? CLOSED
Let me back it up a few days...
Monday: CLOSED - Snow, wind, blizzard conditions, extreme cold
Tuesday: 2 hours late - Snow, wind, extreme cold
Wednesday: 2 hours late - wind, extreme cold
Thursday: CLOSED - there are no words for how cold it is
Friday is almost guaranteed to be either late or closed - however it is supposed to "warm up" to zero I believe...
One week of messed up days wouldn't normally affect the end of the year, but this is not even the beginning of late and cancelled school days.
The week before Christmas for instance... Monday they were two hours late because of snow. Friday they were two hours late because of wind and snow. The week before that, and so on and so on, they have missed
Monday, January 12, 2009
Does the woman ever hear the "other side"? Her "opinion" be it may, is just that. It may be fact based, it may not, but she cannot shut her mouth long enough to see what she is selling her book as - "seeing the other side of the story".
She is like a train wreck I cannot look away from, even though her interviews never get anywhere because she is like a cat stalking its prey... prowling, stalking, pouncing, biting. Then growling all the while her victims try to cry out to be heard.
Less coffe. More sleep. Maybe take a pill.
Do something to make us love you the way you love yourself.
Maybe some of what you have to say has merit, but your attitude kinda sucks a little.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Its kind of hairy and not too pretty, but the message and purpose is cool!
Here is the story behind the award:
This is the Van Gogh's Ear Award as created by Roger of Idaho Photo.
This is what he wrote about the Van Gogh's Ear Award:"Every year I like to make up a award and hand it out to people that make a difference in the blogsphere. I like to make it an award for all to enjoy and pass out if one so wants to, I just ask if your going to give it out to link back to me as the creator of the Van Gogh's Ear Award.
"Inspiration of the Van Gogh's Ear Award":
You may know the story of Vincent Van Gogh a well known artist in history. Although a brilliant painter in his later years went quite insane he received the nickname of fou roux ("the redheaded madman"). The most bazaar of Vincent's behavior is when he cut off the lower part of his own left ear lobe, which he wrapped in newspaper and gave to a prostitute named Rachel in the local brothel, asking her to "keep this object carefully". After this he suffered recurrent bouts of mental illness, which led to his suicide July 29, 1890 he was 37 years old. His works of art are priceless. "The point of this award" We are all artist in are own way be it art, photography, writing, philosophy, comedy, blogging and we all go a little crazy sometimes.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
I did not bite my tongue and kick myself in the shin when she said it was because they got a flu shot (actually I believe her exact words were "You ALWAYS get the flu from the flu shot"). I did want to say that you dont get the stomach flu from the flu shot. Two different things. Two different things. But I kept my mouth shut.
I did not wonder more than 3,895,364 times this weekend if there is a switch that is flipped when we become grandmothers that instantly changes us from normal people (well, "normal" is a loosly used term, but you know what I mean) into food obsessed, plans obsessed, "can I get you anything to eat?" "what would you like to drink?" little old ladies. I swear EVERY 5 MINUTES for 5 days (two weeks in a row) my grandmother asked those exact questions. That and "what is so and so doing today", "what would you like to do", and my personal favorite: "oh, come on now" when you answered "nothing" to any of the above. I cannot tell you how many times in my 37 years I have told her that I: do not drink coffee, am allergic to nuts, do not like breakfast, and am not hungry or thirsty thankyouverymuch.