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Stolen from The Vinyl Villager

October 6, 2009

…in an effort to jump start this blog back to at least semi-active….

Tales From The Vinyl Village

65 Questions You’ve Probably Never Been Asked

1. Where did you meet your last boyfriend/girlfriend? 
Titty bar – Hots in Indy, to be precise

2. What color is your favorite hoodie?
zippered or pullover..? Favorite zippered is dark blue with a furry lining, favorite pullover is red

3. Do you believe in ghosts?
yes

4. Do you plan outfits? 
almost every night before I go to bed, I lay out my clothes for the next…however come morning, what I laid out is rarely what I actually wear Confused

5. How are you feeling RIGHT now?
tired, frustrated, stressed…

6. What’s the closest thing to you that’s red?
The nightgown I am wearing

7. Tell me about the last dream you remember having? 
For whatever reason, I haven’t had a remembered dream in decades!

8. Did you meet anybody new today?
Yep

9. What are you craving right now?
infinite financial stability & security…

10. Did you have braces?
Ummmm no – I don’t even have teeth Laughing

11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?
sauerkraut – ewwwwwwwwwwwww

12. Are you emotional? 
hmmmm, that’s a hard one….

13. Have you ever counted to 1,000?
Not that I recall.

14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?
both

15. Do you like your hair?
I did before I got it cut….well actually, I really do most of the time Thumbsup

16. Do you like yourself?
yep – but to be honest I do have to work at keeping myself in like with me sometimes…

17. Is anyone jealous of you?
That’s what they say Raised Eyebrow

18.What are you listening to right now? 
Bedtime Stories – for the 627,983rd time – the boy’s current fav

19. Are your parents strict?
Ummmmm Dad died in 1983 and Mom in 1998 so I’d hafta sat that would be a no

20. Would you go sky diving?
I see no reason to jump out of a perfectly good airplane!

21. Do you like cottage cheese?
yum! Love it. Especially with grape jelly!!!!

22. Have you ever met a celebrity?
Yes, met Paul Stanley once

23. Are people mostly good or mostly bad?
that’s a tough one, and my answer will vary daily, if I’m being honest…

24. What did you want to be when you grew up? 
independently wealthy

25. Whose was the last wedding you were in?
My husband’s aunt in KY, in May – her divorce was final a week ago

26. Will you attend your high school reunion? 
Quite honestly..? I have absolutely no desire to ever see any of those people ever again!

27. Who were your closest friends in high school?
It would be safe to say I really had no friends in high school – hence my previous answer Striaght Face

29. Did you like your Prom Date?
Never been to a prom

30. Top 5 favorite concerts?
Guns-N-Roses with Skidrow, Xfest, Lillith Faire, Warrant, and Ozfest

31. If you could only watch 5 movies for the rest of your life, what would they be? 
Chicago, Thirteenth Warrior, Grease I & II, and either Alexander or King Arthur…

32. Favorite television shows?
Ummm… Grace Under Fire, Dexter, The Tudors, House

33. Who are you going to be with tonight?
Just me & the boy (who’s finally asleep!) – Hunny is off delivering vehicles in Nebraska, (I think – he’s somewhere out west!)

34. Are you too forgiving?
sometimes…ok, usually – anger and/or hatred take entirely too much energy to maintain!

35. What was the dumbest thing you ever did?
I’ve done a lot of dumb things. None stand out as the dumbest

36. What is your best friend(s) doing tomorrow?
probably playing Evercrack (quest) or a similar RPG

37. Ever have cream puffs?
Surely I have.

38. Last time you cried?
Can’t remember, it’s been quite a while – because I think women use tears as a manipulation tool, I find it hard to cry & still respect myself – weird, huh?

39. What was the last question you asked?
Are you laying down?

40. Favorite time of the year?
Christmas – as if you couldn’t tell

41. Do you have any tattoos?
Enough for several people Big Grin

42. Are you sarcastic?
is a frog’s ass water tight?

43. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect?
No, I’ve never even heard of it.

44. Ever walked into a wall?
Pretty sure I haven’t, but it has gotten quite drunk out in the past…

45. Favorite color?
kinda a rusty, burnt orangish color

46. Have you ever slapped someone?
Yes I have

48. What was the last CD you bought?
good googly-moogly It’s been way too many years ago for me to even try to think that far back…

49. Do looks matter?
no

50. Are you a selfish person?
not usually, however, I am what could be termed selfish in some odd ways – for example, if I start something, I hate someone else to try to finish it, like at work, I often feel I am the only one who can "do it right" (in my own defense, this feeling is based on previous experience in that particular situation(?), position (?) whatever), so if I start working on a "problem" I don’t want someone else doing my follow up…

51. Scream and yell or silent treatment?
All of the above.

52. Do you have any phobias?
no, I have "things"

53. Do you sleep with the TV on?
I like to fall asleep with it on.

54. Can you handle the truth?
Not only can I handle it, I prefer it

55. Do you have good vision?
as long as my contacts are in, or my glasses are on, it’s perfect!

56. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people?
nope – see answer to # 34

57. How often do you talk on the phone?
every day.

58. The last person you held hands with?
my boy, on the way home earlier tonight Day dreaming

59. What are you wearing?
a red night gown….

60. What were you doing 15 years ago? 10 years ago? 5 years ago? yesterday?
15 years ago – dancing in Florida, barely getting by & generally hating where I was

10 years ago – at the start of my life with Hunny Love Struck

5 years ago – much better off financially than I am now Worried

yesterday – working

61. What makes you mad?
wow…hypocrisy, people being judgmental, open mouths being operated by closed minds, idiots with driver’s licenses…I could go on for quite a while

62. Are you afraid of confrontation?
Nope, I prefer confrontation to deceit & doubt

63. Do you have a job?
Yes

64. What was the most recent thing you bought? 
medicine, candy corn, a Bakugan backpack, lunch bag & Pokemon cards for my boy

65. Do you like your life right now?
That’s tough…I’d say mostly…

Sad but true –

August 16, 2009

I find this subject closer & closer to my heart. I’m not homosexual – well not completely – I am not part of a same sex partnership at this time….but so many of the people I really think of as friends ARE. The FRIENDS….This just kind touched me, so I figgered I’d throw it out at you…

     An engineering professor is treating her husband, a loan officer, to dinner for finally giving in to her pleas to shave off the scraggly beard he grew on vacation.  His favorite restaurant is a casual place where they both feel comfortable in slacks and cotton/polyester-blend golf shirts.  But, as always, she wears the gold and pearl pendant he gave her the day her divorce decree was final.  They’re laughing over their menus because they know he always ends up diving into a giant plate of ribs but she won’t be talked into anything more fattening than shrimp.
      Quiz:  How many biblical prohibitions are they violating?  Well, wives are supposed to be ‘submissive’ to their husbands (I Peter 3:1).  And all women are forbidden to teach men (I Timothy 2:12), wear gold or pearls (I Timothy 2:9) or dress in clothing that ‘pertains to a man’ (Deuteronomy 22:5).  Shellfish and pork are definitely out (Leviticus 11:7, 10) as are usury (Deuteronomy 23:19), shaving (Leviticus 19:27) and clothes of more than one fabric (Leviticus 19:19).  And since the Bible rarely recognizes divorce, they’re committing adultery, which carries the rather harsh penalty of death by stoning (Deuteronomy 22:22).
      So why are they having such a good time?  Probably because they wouldn’t think of worrying about rules that seem absurd, anachronistic or – at best – unrealistic.  Yet this same modern-day couple could easily be among the millions of Americans who never hesitate to lean on the Bible to justify their own anti-gay attitudes.  ~Deb Price, And Say Hi To Joyce

LIFE IN THE 1500’S

May 31, 2009

The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn’t just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the1500s: These are interesting..!

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the Bath water”

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying “It’s raining cats and dogs”

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That’s how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying “Dirt poor”. The wealthy had slate floors That would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence the saying a “thresh hold”

(Getting quite an education, aren’t you?)

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, “Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old”

Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could ”bring home the bacon” They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and “chew the fat”

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the “upper crust”

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of “holding a wake”

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the ….”graveyard shift”) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, “saved by the bell” or was considered a “dead ringer”.
And that’s the truth…Now, whoever said History was boring ! ! !

Food For Thought

May 30, 2009

Is this the world we are allowing to be created for ourselves..? The legacy we will leave for our children and grandchildren..? Is it really so far from incorrect..?

Catch Up…

May 18, 2009

This is an apology for not posting regularly the last little while. I had to take my 6 year old to the doctor twice more in the last two weeks – the last time was a new doctor, who has made a completely different (but much more logical) determination regarding the stomach problems he has been suffering with. He also has some funky allergies on top of the stomach stuffs (chocolate, apples & bananas) When we took him to our usual doctor again they told me his stomach problems are stemming from being allergic to milk (probably his favorite drink, really!) and wheat – you know, bread to make PB&J sandwiches, breading on chicken nuggets (one of his fav foods) the crust on pizza, most cereals. While this made no sense to me (if these allergies are causing the problem, why didn’t the problem start YEARS AGO when he first started ingesting these items..? AND they DIDN’T check to confirm the stuff we have had reactions to.  And backtracking for a minute, they made this determination by testing his blood. We have had a standing order to get his blood drawn for testing for respiratory allergies for a while. We just hadn’t gotten it done due to scheduling issues. When there for the stomach (again, I might add) it was determined this needed to be done to also check for possible causes of the pain. Luckily Hunny was with me, and even more luckily (for the nurse) he was between me & her.

She initially brought out an adult blood draw syringe. I mentioned to her that my veins, while looking like a junkies dream are actually a phlebotomist’s nightmare, small, and "rolly"  They play Hell trying to start an IV or draw blood from me. They have to use a "butterfly" needle, made for drawing from infants, to succeed on me. She (finally, after a bit of "argument" with me) got a butterfly. Then she missed. Yep, she missed his vein. And instead of just saying "Oops, I missed, let’s try the other arm." She then proceeded to "dig" in his arm for the vein (those of you who have had blood drawn know what I mean – they pull the needle part way out then push it back in, several times, in an effort to find the vein they missed…) He’s SIX. And in tears & shaking, from pain & fear. As I said, lucky for her Hunny was physically between me & her. Or she’d have been on the floor & I’d have been in jail. She ended up having to use the other arm any ways, after all that…

There is a point to this, I promise…

When they called 10 days later with the results, I asked what the respiratory results had been and was told they results weren’t back yet. Four hours later I received another call – they didn’t order the respiratory tests and want me to get his blood drawn again….Somehow I don’t see that happening anytime soon.

So Friday when He was again having stomach pain & vomiting, I called a different doctor. They got me in that day (in like an hour!). We did the history stuffs, and I went over everything above with her. She said instead of trying to draw blood again right away, she wanted to try Zyrtec. Back to being related & similar reactions amongst family members, I mentioned my experience with that particular medicine – not good. Can we say Zombified..? As a child, he is still in the stage where the adult reactions seem to be opposite, so we’re looking at a possible reaction of super-hyper – in a kid who doesn’t stop as it is, and sleeps very little…she agreed it might not be the right thing, but asked me to try it "on a day I could be with him all day to gauge the side-effects. But then she also suggested nasal spray. The stuff for allergies, prescription, and gave me a sample. She also said the one I have at home (that was for Hunny but that he says his allergies aren’t bad enough to need…) is the same thing and can be used. The difference is AMAZING! For a kid who goes through a box of Kleenex a week, constantly sniffling, sneezing & coughing – just WOW! No sniffles, no sneezes, no need for Kleenex, and his cough has diminished tremendously!!!! She also said that all of the drainage from the allergies could be contributing to his stomach problems…Then she sent us across the way to get an X-ray of his tummy, and said something about possibly needing to go to Riley Hospital for Children’s GI dept if it didn’t provide an answer… But it did – or at least a good possible. Apparently, despite the fact that he uses the bathroom usually twice a day (I know, I know, TMI) his bowels are completely full of old stool. She has him taking a very mild stool softener twice a day in an effort to get it emptied out and put an end to the pain being caused by his body not having anywhere to put new waste when he eats.  They had done a similar X-ray in Jan when I took him to the ER the second time, so they had a reference. Our doctor had those results, too.

Now I have to wonder, why didn’t our regular doctor do these things, try these options – things that seem to be having a positive impact on my boy? That office has XRay equipment IN THE OFFICE, why didn’t it occur to them to do an X-Ray? Why was I given "Oh, just give him a Pepcid everyday and he’ll be fine."? Why wasn’t that modified the 2nd, or even 3rd time he was there for THE SAME ISSUES? Why did I have to go to a different doctor to be taken seriously? (at least  that’s how it feels, like I was getting the old "Mom’s over re-act, it’s not that serious" I’m not a doctor, but I am my child’s mother – not my first go round, if you’ll remember I also have two adult children – and yet when I told them "The child had a broken arm & refused any pain meds, saying it didn’t hurt that bad, but is IN TEARS over the pain in his belly")

I’m fairly certain I have found a new doctor for my boy…add to that my Hunny, who is diabetic, has had sugar readings lately in the 350-400 range, who will also lose his job (he is a truck driver, holds a CDL)  if he has to start taking insulin, as federal law says insulin=no CDL. He meds have been increased, and he’s gone back to the proper diet, and reduced the stress he had – a whole nother post, which may eventually end up on The Life & Times… – and it is coming down, but still isn’t where it needs to be…But now I have another problem – he sees the same doctor my boy was seeing. Has he messed up regarding Hunny..? 

All of that on top of the medical crap I have to deal with, as well as work, bills, and general living, well, I haven’t kept up with posting like I should. Things seem to be calming down some, so hopefully I will be back in my routine soon. Until then, please be patient with me…

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Doctor Follow-up

April 30, 2009

-I’d like to thank The Vinyl Villager for this post. I started to reply to the comment he left on yesterday’s post and about the time I got to *** I realized I wasn’t “commenting” I was essentially writing a post…LOL

Here’s his comment:

Hope you all have a clean bill of health! I friggin hate going to the doctor…

Unfortunately for me, I have several "ongoing issues" – the fibromyalgia, and headaches that apparently have no basis in anything any kind of test can find, but that essentially never go away :(. I do however take a medication that, for a short time, make them ALMOST gone…of it’s a narcotic, and despite having taken it for almost 20 years now, but NONE while pregnant with the boy 🙂 – when I move from Terre Haute to Indy it took a while to find a doctor who believed I wasn’t a drug addict. When he moved about 7 years ago, it took another two years, maybe three, to find my current doc, and we had several run-ins before I finally convinced him I wasn’t hooked on it or abusing it. It took me not taking any for two months (confirmed by blood tests), and me almost (and really, really, realllllly wanting to) literally coming to blows with one of the other providers in the office to do it (that incident may be an upcoming post, actually…). Wow, that was more than you were looking for, huh..? Anywhoooo, he added a high blood pressure med for me (no idea why my blood pressure would be high…) and refilled all the other crap I needed (I take about 8 or 9 different meds).

Hunny, on the other hand, not so good*** (a bit much for a “comment, huh..? although I have left longer ones…*grin*). For those who don’t know Hunny is diabetic. This is a recent discovery (about a year & a half ago, when he went for his DOT physical, his sugar was high, so they refused to ‘stamp’ it & sent him to the doctor. The test they do to determine what the average has been for like the last 2-3 months, called an A1C That’s A one C) came back at like 10% or 11% . According to Diabetes Health “The normal level of A1C in people without diabetes is approximately 4% to 6%. In 1994, the ADA began recommending specific A1C treatment goals based on the results of the DCCT. From that time on, the goal for most people with diabetes has been less than 7%. Each 1% change in A1C represents a change of approximately 35 mg/dl in average blood glucose. Not good. He was started on Janumet & Actos, changed his diet, and was doing very well. His blood sugar readings were running between 85 and 140ish – not GREAT but not really bad either. But then, shit happened, and happened some more, and of course, much most of the rest of the general population, we are having the regular how-the-Hell-do-I-pay-all-these-bills-with-this little-bit-of-money? stuff going on. They’ve cut hime back to about 40 to 45 hours a week (Hunny is your atypical, 1950’s sorta guy. Even though I work, and we have more of a partnership than most in a lot of ways, in his head it’s still his responsibility to not only pay all the bills, but also support me in the style I’d like to become accustomed to…) SO, the stress went up, and his attention to his health went down….He finally decided to start checking his sugars again MONDAY – ‘cuz we had doctor appointments on Wednesday. The first reading..? 465!!!  For those who have no clue what that means, an average person’s sugars run 80 – 90 on average. See a problem here..? So he now has another medication, and a bunch more stress. Stress raises blood sugar. Vicious cycle. Why stress..? Well, to begin with HE COULD DIE FROM THIS. In addition (‘cuz yanno that’s not enough…) if he has to start taking insulin shots, he could lose his job. The Federal government say that if you are diabetic, and you take insulin shots, you can’t hold a CDL…although there is a small glimmer. It seems that if you don’t go out of state/over the road (he doesn’t) you can get a waiver. “That’s Wonderful” you say. Did I mention that the waiver has an associated cost (because what government related anything doesn’t?) $2700 a year. Every year. Where’s my bailout..?

*sigh* why do all my “pots of gold at the end of the rainbow” turn out to be filled with coal..? Oh well, such is life. Either we’ll get by or we won’t : )

There’s more…the boy got a Z pack & a blood draw (still waiting on results), and seems to be doing much better, as I said, more to come : )

Gotta go, the boy gets off the bus in about 10 minutes & I’m sitting here in my underwear, letting the new ink air out *grin*

See ya laterzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!!   

Erm…

April 25, 2009

It’s a beautiful day. The sun is shining, a breeze is blowing. You find you have to go somewhere, so you get in your car, open the sunroof & off you go. Sunglasses on. Wind in your hair. Music loud. Sun shining down through the open sunroof. Cruising down the interstate at 70, 60, the speed limit of 55…

**Note to self: When you find yourself in the above described situation, not the best time to decide your windshield needs washed….

Crisis Averted

April 23, 2009

Hunny is home today due to “lack of work.” While I really enjoy spending time with my dear Hunny, I don’t enjoy ANYONE in the AM. I have my routines, and apparently in my old age, and after 10 years with someone who doesn’t take to change well, I am becoming set in my ways, and having an extra person – even Hunny – underfoot in the morning is, shall we say, not good?

I had to sit in a different spot. I had to maneuver around him in the kitchen to get my FIRST CUP OF COFFEE. (Not good). I had to TALK to him…Talking..? 5 minutes after waking up..? Again, can I say NOT GOOD? And he KNOWS better! This is the same man who used to wait to wake me until 2 minutes before he had to leave. He would gently kiss me until I woke, then go in the other room. I would stumble into the bathroom, do my business, then make my way to the computer desk, where I would find a hot cup of coffee (mixed perfectly), my cigarettes & lighter & my computer booted up. He would then gingerly kiss the top of my head, say “I love you” and out the door he went. It’s safer that way.

Been awake 10 minutes and I hear “That bluetooth doesn’t work.” Huh? Bluetooth? What’s a bluetooth..? Oh yeah, ordered one from QVC (‘cuz I won $150 in QVC gift cards at work – whole other story…) and it came yesterday. Why did we order one..? Well, the first one got washed & the second is acting funky – again, another story. So I had to get up, look at the bluetooth, look at the charger, and grab the destructions to try to figure out what was up with it. And of course the destructions are in Spanish. And French. And German. And Japanese. They were NOT however in English – you know, the primary language of the country I live in? Grrrrrrrrrrrr……

After finding the English directions, eventually, (mind – I’ve only been up 13 minutes at this point) I finally determined that the charging port on the bluetooth is bad. So now I get to go through the hassle of returning something bought via mail. Fun Fun.

As if that wasn’t enough, about an hour later I hear “The shelf is wet and the fish thing is empty.”

Huh..?

Apparently, the fish thingy that I emptied a bit the other night, using the built in drain & rubber stopper on THE BOTTOM of it & added fresh water to – ‘cuz that’s what the destructions say to do periodically – the plug in the bottom of it decided that was the time it was going to quit sealing completely. Even though it is as secure as it can get. So it has been slowly leaking – drip, drip, drip, (because a flow of water would have been SEEN and possibly CAUGHT, and it wouldn’t have been able to empty almost COMPLETELY before someone noticed, and the bookshelf wouldn’t be soaked, and the particle board under the pretty oak stick-on stuff wouldn’t swell & bubble up, and have to be replaced…..) which had to be what happened, because there wasn’t a puddle anywhere…

And of course, the water that you put the fish into has to either have chlorine remover added (which I thought I bought, but got home and found to be something to make cloudy water clear. And I didn’t take it back because #1 it was like $1.29, and #2 what was the point? I had him in water by then, he was good) or left to sit out for at least 24 hours to allow the chlorine to dissipate – destructions again – and I happened to have a jug of water for coffee (see? I have lots of stories to post, I just need a few extra hundred hours in each day…) that had been sitting overnight, and I used it.

Now the damm thing was empty & Dabetta the beta fish was flopping on the gravel at the bottom of it & gasping for breath, erm, water…And of course I am THE ONLY PERSON ON THE PLANET capable of fixing it. “Cuz you know, the other adult in the house, the one that wakes up awake & ready to go and has already been up for HOURS, eaten breakfast, and is now sitting in MY MORNING CHAIR is incapable of it.

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So, I get up to find the only water we have, that has been sitting for 24 hours, is in the refrigerator. I’m thinking dumping fridge temperature water on a gasping-for-breath fish might give him oxygen, but it’ll probably also give him a heart attack and make the need for oxygen kinda pointless. Yanno? So, I mixed it with hasn’t-been-sitting-out-for-24-hours water to try to warm it some. The only water faucet we have that isn’t connected to the water softener is in the garage. It’s 45 degrees. My garage isn’t heated – well, not really so you can imagine the water I added to the cold water didn’t help much. I nuked it. (FYI a large bowl of water nuked for 2 min. is the perfect temperature to dump on a gasping-for-breathe-Beta-fish…).

But the fish thingy was still drip, drip dripping away, so now I had the problem of finding something to put him in. Hunny was a big help…

Me: “Do we have anything I can put him in until I can get  new fish thingy?”
Him: *opens cabinet where rubbermaid type dishes are stored

! ! ! !

So, Debetta the beta fish has a new temporary home in my size 3 lid rubbermaid storage container.

Beta Home

At least he’s alive. For the moment. I hope he survives until I can get to Wally World and get a new fish thingy for him. And maybe some Chlor-out. I wonder…do you think he’s freaking out because everything is “cloudy” looking now when he looks out through the rubbermaid? Cuz the thingy he was in was clear….

Ok, gotta get ready for work, and I still haven’t put up today’s post over at A Witch In Time… so I need to go do that real quick-like, too…

See ya laterzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!!

A Kentucky Wedding – and Other Ramblings

April 13, 2009

As I mentioned in a previous post, we attended a wedding on Friday. In Kentucky. Hunny’s aunt Anti got married to her long-time honey Jigger. Again. I think she’s been married almost as many times as I have…hopefully this one will be as good for her as my last one is for me 🙂

We were a bit flustered when we found out the wedding was at 1:00 on a Friday. I mean we do have jobs and all. But luckily we had (almost) enough notice that it really wasn’t a problem, at least not a big one. Hunny gets 3 weeks vacation, and I get two, none of which either of us had used any of so far this year. We also get personal days – although his are much better, as they really are personal days – he can call in for any reason, on any day, an hour before his start time, and he’s good. I, on the other hand, have to schedule all days off – except sick days of course. You might know that day was “closed” so I had to give up my day off, and work for someone else, so she would work for me on Friday. I got the day off, but it wasn’t easy. Which is probably good, because if it had been easy, I would have spent all the time between approval & the day of wondering what was gonna happen….and of course “it” happened anyways, my boy was/is sick.

Anywho…we figgered about 2 hours for the drive, each way – wedding at one means leave about 10. I was a bit hesitant about taking the boy, for all the regular reasons there are for not wanting to spend two hours trapped in a vehicle with a six-year-old, expect him to then behave in a church, and be again trapped for 2 hours… And once he started having problems, my reservations grew. I considered staying home with him, but he was excited about going, and he seemed basically ok that morning. I dosed him with Motrin & Pepcid, taking both with us, along with his bucket, his big (32 oz) cup of ice water & his Gameboy. Other than my Speedway STILL not having the iced coffee machine fixed (I’m addicted to the French Vanilla) the trip down was pretty uneventful. We did get a phone call about 50 miles into the trip to tell us we had the wrong directions….but in spite of all, we made it with time to spare.

I had asked Hunny the day before what he was planning on wearing. His response..? “Jeans! I ain’t dressing up! This is what her 20th wedding..?” Yep, that’s my Hunny the epitome of tactfulness…he also made the comment that they were getting married on Good Friday, cuz Jigger was getting hung out like Jesus did on the same day…like I said, tactful…(he actually shared that comment with Anti) Back to the subject at hand – when he said jeans I said woohoo! that makes my life much easier. Don’t get me wrong, I have plenty of dress up clothes – scads of them, actually, since I have to wear the “monkey suits” (as I call it) to work most days. Which is why I was thrilled with wearing jeans. Besides, Anti & Jigger are way more redneck than we are, and that’s saying sumptin’. We fully expected casual (we’ll get to that in a few) church not withstanding. Yeah. We were wrong. Mostly…We did wear nice jeans, & dressy shirts, but Hunny had the boy dress himself while I was getting ready, and, well, his outfit wasn’t even close to dressy – as you’ll see here shortly.

Dad had called to tell us about the wrong directions & give us new ones, which included “yellow building” and “antique shops” and the information that Mom’s car would be parked in front of the church sign. In his defense, he did well, we found it no problem. They got married at a pretty little Pentecostal church in the burbs of Louisville. Yes, I entered a church & survived to blog about it 🙂 But everyone we encountered, including Miss Mom (unfeminine sister-in-law) was dressed. Not just wearing clothes, but dressed. In dresses & suits. Except the bride – she was still in jeans (mind you, we arrived about 30 mins before the wedding was due to start).

This is the point where we found out she wanted the boy to be her ring bearer. Huh?!? Are you sure about that..? She was sure. Blue jeans, Batman shirt and all…

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Did I mention Hunny also let him spike his hair himself..?

Anyway, other than the Maid of Honor (Anti’s daughter) deciding she needed to go to Walmart 3 min before the wedding was due to start, it went very well. Once the ceremony was over, the cake was cut and the food was eaten (coldcuts, crackers, chips and “chocolate meatballs, as our niece called them). I did start to feel better about our attire once I got a good look at some of the other attendees. I thought I taken more pics than I did of the outfits on display, but I only got this one…

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Yep, that’s shower shoes with socks, along with a button-down shirt & suit pants. We also had plus sized zebra stripes, flowers galore, and an almost-mini skirt (there really wasn’t even enough material to qualify as a mini skirt…). There were two cakes, a regular cake & a redneck cake…


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It says “Now all you can do is run to the end of  your chain.’

The ride home was rather bad – the boy fell asleep about 10 minutes into the ride. “That’s good” you’re thinking, I can hear it, but no, not so much. For several reasons, the first of which is that when he falls asleep in the car, unless he stays asleep until we get where we’re going, he usually wakes up whining & crying. Almost every time. Add to that he wasn’t really feeling well to begin with, and had had drunk a can of Sprite before we left. He was also getting grumpy just before we left. So was Hunny. You see, the boy wanted to play. Kid logic says if I don’t feel bad right at this moment, I’m fine until I’m not. Nowhere in kid logic lives the knowledge that a temporary reprieve is not justification for running, yelling, jumping & generally being a kid, because this will cause the misery to return. Which it did. 2/3 of the way home. Not only did we have the “I hate waking up in a moving vehicle” attitude, but we also had “my belly is starting to hurt again” and “my neck hurts” and finally, once we hit Indy’s rush hour traffic (we got back to Indy about 5:30) “I need to pee.” We mixed that up with Hunny’s mounting frustration with the idiots around us, and it was not fun.

We survived, but as you saw from Friday night’s post, we didn’t survive it well. The boy was up & whiny every 30-45 minutes Thurs, Fri & Sat nights, so while I got up with him, Hunny was still woken repeatedly, and he’s not used to not sleeping, like I am, so yesterday wasn’t very pleasant, either 😦 He did go to work today, which is a relief to all involved, and he did sleep last night. I called the doc Saturday and he called in some antibiotics for the boy. Despite Hunny’s assertion that the boy’s “neck” hurt from heartburn, by Sat afternoon, his neck felt like there were two robin’s eggs inside it.

Rest assured, despite a slight fever this morning, he is just about back to his normal self. Lucky me. Well, gotta go. He’s demanding food. If I weren’t so glad to see him eating again (he really didn’t eat Friday, Saturday or Sunday, and ate only some Mac & Cheese Thursday) I’d be getting upset…

he still doesn’t feel good

he still doesn’t feel good

he still doesn’t feel good

As long as I keep telling myself that, I won’t throttle him *grin*

See ya laterzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! ! ! ! !

How To Plant Your Garden

April 12, 2009

How To Plant Your Garden


First, you Come to the garden alone, 
While the dew is still on the roses… 


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For The Garden of Your Daily Living,
Plant Three Rows of Peas:

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1. Peace of mind 
2. Peace of heart
3. Peace of soul


Plant Four Rows of Squash:

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1. Squash gossip
2. Squash indifference
3. Squash grumbling
4. Squash selfishness


Plant Four Rows of Lettuce:

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1. Lettuce be faithful
2. Lettuce be kind
3. Lettuce be patient
4. Lettuce really love one another


No Garden is Complete Without Turnips:


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1. Turnip for gatherings
2. Turnip for ritual
3. Turnip to help one another


To Round Out our Garden We Must Have Thyme:


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1. Thyme for each other
2. Thyme for family
3. Thyme for friends

Water freely with patience
And cultivate with love.
There is much reward from your garden because
You reap what you sow. 
Happy Ostara