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Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Escape from LA!!
158 years ago it was the year 1850. In the year 1850 the state of California became just that, a state. The state had no electricity. The state had no money. Almost everyone spoke Spanish. there were gunfights in the streets.
Basically, nothing has changed. Well, except men in California in 1850 didn't hold hands and the the women of 1850 California had real boobs.
Sort of makes me wonder why it was even decided to make it a state anyway...
Don't get me wrong, I think California is a beautiful place and there are plenty of good things there. BUT, I do think there's a bit of a problem with some of the people there and their way of thinking. I think it's great that PETA got their law passed regulating bigger cages for chickens. I also think it's great that they DIDN'T pass the gay marriage law.
I read the other day that Samantha Ronson (who's name I had never heard mention of until she became Lindsay Lohan's girlfriend), posted a heated blog about how it was inhumane to pass a law allowing mandating chickens live in a certain size cage and not allow same-sex marriages. What is wrong, I wonder, with treating a chicken somewhat decently and at the same time upholding the laws that were laid down in the Bible?
I don't think i'll ever understand that one?
Basically, nothing has changed. Well, except men in California in 1850 didn't hold hands and the the women of 1850 California had real boobs.
Sort of makes me wonder why it was even decided to make it a state anyway...
Don't get me wrong, I think California is a beautiful place and there are plenty of good things there. BUT, I do think there's a bit of a problem with some of the people there and their way of thinking. I think it's great that PETA got their law passed regulating bigger cages for chickens. I also think it's great that they DIDN'T pass the gay marriage law.
I read the other day that Samantha Ronson (who's name I had never heard mention of until she became Lindsay Lohan's girlfriend), posted a heated blog about how it was inhumane to pass a law allowing mandating chickens live in a certain size cage and not allow same-sex marriages. What is wrong, I wonder, with treating a chicken somewhat decently and at the same time upholding the laws that were laid down in the Bible?
I don't think i'll ever understand that one?
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Some Random Ramiblings---
Is there any way to tell when a tube of mascara is empty? I am serious! I have this one tube that I have only had for a few weeks that is all crumbly and dried out like. I haven't had it long so I know it shouldn't be empty, and I put the cap on all the way so it shouldn't be drying out. It was a fairly expensive brand so I am really hoping that it isn't just ruined. But there is really no way to tell if it's empty since it's not in a see-thru tube. No mascara comes that way.
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One day last week Monica Lewinsky celebrated her 34th birthday. This is no joke. It seems like only yesterday that she was crwing around the White House on her hands and knees putting everything in her mouth...and now she's 34!
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Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day. Can you believe it? 2008 is almost over. Where did it go!?
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One day last week Monica Lewinsky celebrated her 34th birthday. This is no joke. It seems like only yesterday that she was crwing around the White House on her hands and knees putting everything in her mouth...and now she's 34!
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Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day. Can you believe it? 2008 is almost over. Where did it go!?
Christmas Dilema
I work for a small family-owned company. It's not my favorite job that I have ever had, but most days I don't mind it too much. It's a bit of a socialist-like environment...the 3 main people running the show and calling all the shots. Those 3 main people happen to be Bill the owner, Donna - the owner's wife, and Jan - the owner's sister-in-law. I feel I also need to add that Jan serves NO PURPOSE WHATSOEVER!!! I cannot stress enough just how little and how worthless she is around here!! Maybe that's just my personal thoughts on the matter, but judging from things that others around the office have said, I think it's a general consensus.
So the Donna and Jan (aka Donnis - aka the old bats!) decide that everyone in the company is going to chip in and get Bill a Christmas present. This would be fine if it were something that was a mere suggestion or something an employee had the option to do only if they wanted to. Nope! That's not the way it works around here, folks. We are forced to "donate" $25.00 to buy whatever the 2 ladies decided to get him...and if we don't either pay or authorize the money to be withdrawn from our paycheck, they just take it out of our paycheck!
I have a few problems with this: a) I have never EVER bought a Christmas gift for a boss. Not even when I had worked at the farm for nearly 5 years for some of the nicest people I knew. (Nice meaning that they were not 2-faced, snobby, and fake, and never gave me a dirty look for any reason - whether or not I deserved it). I always thought it was a little inappropriate to get a gift for a superior. b) What the gift usually is. Last year they wanted to get him a golf cart. This year they went with a $900 telescope. Apparently he didn't even say he wanted a telescope, but he just built a new home office and the ladies think it would "look good in front of the window"...so they bought a really expensive one online that is suited more for someone that knows a little something about telescopes and space and whatnot. c) The fact that it is his wife and sister-in-law deciding that it is something we have to do, deciding on what to get, deciding how much we are supposed to give. You know, I don't typically spend that much money on my own family!!! d) What if there is someone that has fallen upon hard times and actually needs that money for something else? I have a coworker that told me one year she had to borrow money from a relative just to buy a couple of things for each of her smaller children because her husband had had s medical emergency and had been out of work for quite some time - and here the bosses wife is demanding that you give up your own cash to buy something for the boss.
HELLO!! CAN ANYONE SAY GREEDY!!!??!?!?
For a family that claims to be such good, humble small business owners, they sure are greedy! And I would venture to guess they are the greediest people I know. It's just really disappointing. It's not that I am not grateful to them for providing me with a job and it's not that I am against getting anything for the boss. I guess I just think that all of the employees should decided together on the amount that is to be given and I think that all the employees should decide together what to get, and what we decide to get should be something reasonable and not something stupid like a golf cart or NASA-worthy telescope.
Am I wrong in thinking this way?
So the Donna and Jan (aka Donnis - aka the old bats!) decide that everyone in the company is going to chip in and get Bill a Christmas present. This would be fine if it were something that was a mere suggestion or something an employee had the option to do only if they wanted to. Nope! That's not the way it works around here, folks. We are forced to "donate" $25.00 to buy whatever the 2 ladies decided to get him...and if we don't either pay or authorize the money to be withdrawn from our paycheck, they just take it out of our paycheck!
I have a few problems with this: a) I have never EVER bought a Christmas gift for a boss. Not even when I had worked at the farm for nearly 5 years for some of the nicest people I knew. (Nice meaning that they were not 2-faced, snobby, and fake, and never gave me a dirty look for any reason - whether or not I deserved it). I always thought it was a little inappropriate to get a gift for a superior. b) What the gift usually is. Last year they wanted to get him a golf cart. This year they went with a $900 telescope. Apparently he didn't even say he wanted a telescope, but he just built a new home office and the ladies think it would "look good in front of the window"...so they bought a really expensive one online that is suited more for someone that knows a little something about telescopes and space and whatnot. c) The fact that it is his wife and sister-in-law deciding that it is something we have to do, deciding on what to get, deciding how much we are supposed to give. You know, I don't typically spend that much money on my own family!!! d) What if there is someone that has fallen upon hard times and actually needs that money for something else? I have a coworker that told me one year she had to borrow money from a relative just to buy a couple of things for each of her smaller children because her husband had had s medical emergency and had been out of work for quite some time - and here the bosses wife is demanding that you give up your own cash to buy something for the boss.
HELLO!! CAN ANYONE SAY GREEDY!!!??!?!?
For a family that claims to be such good, humble small business owners, they sure are greedy! And I would venture to guess they are the greediest people I know. It's just really disappointing. It's not that I am not grateful to them for providing me with a job and it's not that I am against getting anything for the boss. I guess I just think that all of the employees should decided together on the amount that is to be given and I think that all the employees should decide together what to get, and what we decide to get should be something reasonable and not something stupid like a golf cart or NASA-worthy telescope.
Am I wrong in thinking this way?
Guns...and myspace...will keep us together!
It's not a secret that my family and Jake's family are both a little gun-crazed. It was nothing to hear that either my dad or Jake's, or my brother, Jake's brother...had bought another gun. In fact, if Jake and I had more cash on hand than we typically do, we would be buying guns more often than we do. Since Obama was elected, gun sales in the United States have increased by nearly 500%. I would venture to say that a good 200% of those sales are from mine and Jake's dads!!
It's also not a secret that my Jake has never been my dad's favorite person. Since the death of my grandpa a little more than a year ago dad has been nicer to Jake and has finally quit telling me to dump him, but that relationship could have always improved. Well, with my dad's sudden splurging on any kind of firearm that he has ever thought he wanted, it has really given him and Jake some common ground. They actually have a lot in common, but there must just be something about a gun that has some sort of magnetic pull at bonding men together. My dad and Jake have actually called one another and talked on the phone!! (Really, Jake makes me dial and get him on the phone, or Dad makes Mom dial us and get Jake on the phone, and their conversations consist of more "huh?"'s and "What?"'s than actual conversations since they neither one can seem to dial a phone by themselves or hear a damn thing!!) But hey, they are talking and and getting along and firing guns side-by-side rather than at one another so I am anticipating a much smoother holiday season for the Allen family this year!!!
Another thing I am anticipating this holiday season is something that I am not actually going to go into, just in case my any one in my family will read this. I have recently been talking to my cousin and one-time BFF from when I was a kid on myspace and together we have devised a plan for this Christmas that I think is really going to blow some people away this year. I get a twinkle, and a tear, in my eye just thinking about it.
And speaking of myspace...we already know I am obsessed and have been for awhile now. Well, I have recently used it to reconnect with quite a few of my cousins. Amanda being the one I am probably most excited about because our lives are somewhat mirrors of one another's right now and it's so refreshing to be able to talk to someone I know and feel comfortable with who I also know is going through the same crapola that I am. I have also "found" my cousins Jason, Jennifer, and Justin and a handful of people that I worked at Gander Mountain with.
It's also not a secret that my Jake has never been my dad's favorite person. Since the death of my grandpa a little more than a year ago dad has been nicer to Jake and has finally quit telling me to dump him, but that relationship could have always improved. Well, with my dad's sudden splurging on any kind of firearm that he has ever thought he wanted, it has really given him and Jake some common ground. They actually have a lot in common, but there must just be something about a gun that has some sort of magnetic pull at bonding men together. My dad and Jake have actually called one another and talked on the phone!! (Really, Jake makes me dial and get him on the phone, or Dad makes Mom dial us and get Jake on the phone, and their conversations consist of more "huh?"'s and "What?"'s than actual conversations since they neither one can seem to dial a phone by themselves or hear a damn thing!!) But hey, they are talking and and getting along and firing guns side-by-side rather than at one another so I am anticipating a much smoother holiday season for the Allen family this year!!!
Another thing I am anticipating this holiday season is something that I am not actually going to go into, just in case my any one in my family will read this. I have recently been talking to my cousin and one-time BFF from when I was a kid on myspace and together we have devised a plan for this Christmas that I think is really going to blow some people away this year. I get a twinkle, and a tear, in my eye just thinking about it.
And speaking of myspace...we already know I am obsessed and have been for awhile now. Well, I have recently used it to reconnect with quite a few of my cousins. Amanda being the one I am probably most excited about because our lives are somewhat mirrors of one another's right now and it's so refreshing to be able to talk to someone I know and feel comfortable with who I also know is going through the same crapola that I am. I have also "found" my cousins Jason, Jennifer, and Justin and a handful of people that I worked at Gander Mountain with.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Some Interesting Stuff
Did you know that...
If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months, and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.
If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb!
The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.
A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes. (OMG!)
A cockroach will live 9 days without it's head before it starves to death.
Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.
The flea can jump 350 times it's body length - tha's like a human being jumping the length of a football field.
The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds.
Butterflies taste with their feet.
The strongest muscle in the human body is the tounge.
Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump.
An ostrich's eye is bigger than it's brain.
Starfish have no brains.
Right-handed people live, on average, 9 years longer than left-handed people.
Polar bears are left-handed.
Some lions mate over 50 times a day!
The male praying mantis cannot copulate while it's head is attached to it's body. The femal initiates sex by ripping the males head off.
Humans and dolphins are the only speciaes tha thave sex for pleasure. (OK - I obviously can understand why a praying mantis doesn't have sex for pleaseure...but if a pig has a 1/2-hour long orgasm you would think they would be doing it for pleasure!! LOL!!)
I thought these were just too funny not to share.
If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months, and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.
If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb!
The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.
A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes. (OMG!)
A cockroach will live 9 days without it's head before it starves to death.
Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.
The flea can jump 350 times it's body length - tha's like a human being jumping the length of a football field.
The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds.
Butterflies taste with their feet.
The strongest muscle in the human body is the tounge.
Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump.
An ostrich's eye is bigger than it's brain.
Starfish have no brains.
Right-handed people live, on average, 9 years longer than left-handed people.
Polar bears are left-handed.
Some lions mate over 50 times a day!
The male praying mantis cannot copulate while it's head is attached to it's body. The femal initiates sex by ripping the males head off.
Humans and dolphins are the only speciaes tha thave sex for pleasure. (OK - I obviously can understand why a praying mantis doesn't have sex for pleaseure...but if a pig has a 1/2-hour long orgasm you would think they would be doing it for pleasure!! LOL!!)
I thought these were just too funny not to share.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
The Good Old Days
Me and my grandpa when I was almost 2People always said that I was his favorite. I don't think
I was so much his favorite as I was the first grandbaby and I think
there is always a special place for the first one.
My dad wanted a boy SO BAD!
I learned my fascination with guns at a young age!!According to my mom's notes I was wearing my Uncle Tom's boots and
only 14 months old when I tried taking the Beretta from my dad!
In this picture my dad would have been 24 or 25...and the funny thing is
that he still looks the same only a little chubbier and with different glasses.
And he is still handing me guns to check out!
Monday, November 10, 2008
Basic Ramblings - - -
I am supposed to be working right now. Typically, I am supposed to be working whenever I am blogging, but oh well. I am so burnt out at work for some reason and I have the hardest time focusing on anything. It's not that I have nothing to do, it's just that I have nothing I want to do. I don't really feel like blogging either, but by doing that I at least look and sound busy!
I have just been feeling blah lately. I don't know the reason why, I think stress is probably the culprit. There is in fact so much stress in my life right now that I actually found gray hairs on my only 25-year-old head!!! I have always bragged about the fact that my natural hair color is the kind of striking red that people pay money to have that never turns out right...well, I jumped on the Clairol wagon this weekend and I can no longer brag about never having dyed my hair. And this is no smooth transition sort of color either! I left work Friday afternoon with strawberry blonde hair and a tear in my eye from having found a handful of gray hairs, and I returned Monday with the sort of red that reminds me of chocolate cherries. Oh well, hair is just dead cells, and as long as they are not gray dead cells, I don't care what they look like!!!
Jake's birthday is today. The big 24. I told my mom that he was going to be 25 today. Oops. He's working tonight so I didn't make any special plans for him or anything. I am going to take him some dinner to his work once I leave mine, and I plan on making something nice for supper tomorrow - maybe chicken a la kieve, (he would be impressed by my simply touching a raw piece of chicken!). He and I went out for supper on Friday night to Logan's and he had a big steak dinner then. Usually on his birthday I persuade him to go to Mad Anthony's because they have Oktoberfest on tap and that is my favorite, he doesn't like that restaurant at all!! This year I never even brought up that place and once we get to Fort Wayne he is the one that suggests Logan's (another favorite of mine, and one of his least favorites).
Saturday I made oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and puppy chow. Nothing makes me happier on an almost-winter Saturday morning than a early baking session and a pot of coffee with a couple of strong shots of booze. I met my little mom for lunch and bummed around Wal-Mart for a little while. Actually I was killing time because I was afraid to leave becasue when I was on my way into the store I saw a man standing on the corner holding a sign that said something to the effect of "Sick, Broke, and Hungry will take anything GOD BLESS". It always makes me sad to see that sort of thing but this time it was even worse because the man had a dog with him. I bawled my eyes out. Once inside the store I had every intention of buying a sandwich from the deli and some dog food to hand to him from the window of my car but I was talked out of it my by mom and Molly.
I know that there are people who pretend to be homeless/hungry/broke and just take advantage of people. But I also know there really are people out there that are down on their luck and could use a helping hand. How do we know this man was not genuinely sick and hungry? I can't help but wonder and worry about him and that dog. I pray that if they really do need help that they are able to get it and that they will be okay and warm. And I really hope he's not just taking advantage of the good and compassionate people in this town.
There is another homeless man in town, and I know for sure that this one is homeless, that is pretty nice. He rides around on a bike and I see him all over town. He saves up the money he gets and buys day old donuts and double cheeseburgers...says that's the most efficient way to get the most food since sometimes he may not know if he will be eating for a day or two. One day I packed Jake's lunch and I had put a mini-loaf of pumpkin bread in there. We had been passing this pumpkin bread around for the better part of a week because neither one of us really likes it but we didn't want to throw it away either. Jake happened to see this homeless man at the gas station and offered him the pumpkin bread. The man politely turned him down. He told Jake that he has been eating such bad food that he has gained a ton of weight and his clothes aren't fitting him anymore and he was not going to take it and tempt himself to eat it. I had to laugh at that!
We went to dinner with Jake's parents on Saturday night. They took us to the Oyster Bar. I have never eaten better in my life!!! (Let me just say now that I do feel bad for talking about homeless people who have to eat off the dollar menu at McDonalds to make sure they are going to be able to have something to eat everyday and then in the next paragraph talking about going out for a $200 meal with the in-laws.) I had the walleye and I do recommed it if anyone out there ever reads this and decides to try the restaurant. Of course, I am sure that everything on the menu is good! We all started the meal with drinks, (reisling for Lana, merlot for me, and rum and cokes for Jake and Dale), we ordered the spring rolls for appetizers which were delicious! Lana and I had the walleye for dinner, Dale had the chef's speciality petite filet, and Jake had something called seafood au gratin that contained shrimp, scallops, crab, and lobster. Followed with another round of drinks, only this time I switched to a chardonnay that "better complimented my dinner selection". Jake and his dad had also ordered a plate of oysters on the half shell...Lana and I averted our eyes while they ate them! Lana has never tried them, but that is the one food I ate in Eurpoe that I will never forget! Lana and I ordered cups of coffee and we all shared a desert of creme brulee. The waiter brought the bill and sat it in front of Dale and my eyes did a Looney Tunes worthy bug-out when I saw the $197.93 total at the bottom!!
Sunday morning was back to normal with a scrambled egg smothered in Gray Poupon on top of a dry piece of toast and 4 cups of coffee before church.
I missed work on Thursday and left about 40 minutes early on Wednesday last week. Wednesday I left with a temp of 102. It was awful and I don't remember feeling that bad since I had mono back when I was living in Laud and working at Gander Mountain. I was back to work on Friday but not feeling 100%. I took it easy on Saturday. Sunday I had church and I went shopping at Times Corner with Lana. 3 hours shopping at Goodwill - I was WORN OUT!!! Whne we were on our way back to her house I mentioned that I was feeling bad again. I popped some Tylenol and had a bowl of potato soup once back to her house. I had a ton of housework to do once I got back home. I think my problem is that i just have too much to do and I keep myself to busy and I am bogging myself down or something. I think tonight I am just going to take it easy. I am going to go straight home and pull on some heavy sweats and take my beasts for a nice long walk. I was so good about taking them on such long walks (we're talking 4 miles a day!), and since the Daylight savings time BS I have barely had them outside our yard. I am sure that crazy puppy misses that exercise. Oh how I long for a fenced in yard!!
Well, I should pack it up here adn get ready to head home. Now tomorrow I will probably have a ton of stuff to do aside from everyting I put off from today! Guess there's no one to blame but myself. Hopefully soon I will have something worth blogging about. I know I will reread this one day and think "Why the hell did I publish that babble?"
I have just been feeling blah lately. I don't know the reason why, I think stress is probably the culprit. There is in fact so much stress in my life right now that I actually found gray hairs on my only 25-year-old head!!! I have always bragged about the fact that my natural hair color is the kind of striking red that people pay money to have that never turns out right...well, I jumped on the Clairol wagon this weekend and I can no longer brag about never having dyed my hair. And this is no smooth transition sort of color either! I left work Friday afternoon with strawberry blonde hair and a tear in my eye from having found a handful of gray hairs, and I returned Monday with the sort of red that reminds me of chocolate cherries. Oh well, hair is just dead cells, and as long as they are not gray dead cells, I don't care what they look like!!!
Jake's birthday is today. The big 24. I told my mom that he was going to be 25 today. Oops. He's working tonight so I didn't make any special plans for him or anything. I am going to take him some dinner to his work once I leave mine, and I plan on making something nice for supper tomorrow - maybe chicken a la kieve, (he would be impressed by my simply touching a raw piece of chicken!). He and I went out for supper on Friday night to Logan's and he had a big steak dinner then. Usually on his birthday I persuade him to go to Mad Anthony's because they have Oktoberfest on tap and that is my favorite, he doesn't like that restaurant at all!! This year I never even brought up that place and once we get to Fort Wayne he is the one that suggests Logan's (another favorite of mine, and one of his least favorites).
Saturday I made oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and puppy chow. Nothing makes me happier on an almost-winter Saturday morning than a early baking session and a pot of coffee with a couple of strong shots of booze. I met my little mom for lunch and bummed around Wal-Mart for a little while. Actually I was killing time because I was afraid to leave becasue when I was on my way into the store I saw a man standing on the corner holding a sign that said something to the effect of "Sick, Broke, and Hungry will take anything GOD BLESS". It always makes me sad to see that sort of thing but this time it was even worse because the man had a dog with him. I bawled my eyes out. Once inside the store I had every intention of buying a sandwich from the deli and some dog food to hand to him from the window of my car but I was talked out of it my by mom and Molly.
I know that there are people who pretend to be homeless/hungry/broke and just take advantage of people. But I also know there really are people out there that are down on their luck and could use a helping hand. How do we know this man was not genuinely sick and hungry? I can't help but wonder and worry about him and that dog. I pray that if they really do need help that they are able to get it and that they will be okay and warm. And I really hope he's not just taking advantage of the good and compassionate people in this town.
There is another homeless man in town, and I know for sure that this one is homeless, that is pretty nice. He rides around on a bike and I see him all over town. He saves up the money he gets and buys day old donuts and double cheeseburgers...says that's the most efficient way to get the most food since sometimes he may not know if he will be eating for a day or two. One day I packed Jake's lunch and I had put a mini-loaf of pumpkin bread in there. We had been passing this pumpkin bread around for the better part of a week because neither one of us really likes it but we didn't want to throw it away either. Jake happened to see this homeless man at the gas station and offered him the pumpkin bread. The man politely turned him down. He told Jake that he has been eating such bad food that he has gained a ton of weight and his clothes aren't fitting him anymore and he was not going to take it and tempt himself to eat it. I had to laugh at that!
We went to dinner with Jake's parents on Saturday night. They took us to the Oyster Bar. I have never eaten better in my life!!! (Let me just say now that I do feel bad for talking about homeless people who have to eat off the dollar menu at McDonalds to make sure they are going to be able to have something to eat everyday and then in the next paragraph talking about going out for a $200 meal with the in-laws.) I had the walleye and I do recommed it if anyone out there ever reads this and decides to try the restaurant. Of course, I am sure that everything on the menu is good! We all started the meal with drinks, (reisling for Lana, merlot for me, and rum and cokes for Jake and Dale), we ordered the spring rolls for appetizers which were delicious! Lana and I had the walleye for dinner, Dale had the chef's speciality petite filet, and Jake had something called seafood au gratin that contained shrimp, scallops, crab, and lobster. Followed with another round of drinks, only this time I switched to a chardonnay that "better complimented my dinner selection". Jake and his dad had also ordered a plate of oysters on the half shell...Lana and I averted our eyes while they ate them! Lana has never tried them, but that is the one food I ate in Eurpoe that I will never forget! Lana and I ordered cups of coffee and we all shared a desert of creme brulee. The waiter brought the bill and sat it in front of Dale and my eyes did a Looney Tunes worthy bug-out when I saw the $197.93 total at the bottom!!
Sunday morning was back to normal with a scrambled egg smothered in Gray Poupon on top of a dry piece of toast and 4 cups of coffee before church.
I missed work on Thursday and left about 40 minutes early on Wednesday last week. Wednesday I left with a temp of 102. It was awful and I don't remember feeling that bad since I had mono back when I was living in Laud and working at Gander Mountain. I was back to work on Friday but not feeling 100%. I took it easy on Saturday. Sunday I had church and I went shopping at Times Corner with Lana. 3 hours shopping at Goodwill - I was WORN OUT!!! Whne we were on our way back to her house I mentioned that I was feeling bad again. I popped some Tylenol and had a bowl of potato soup once back to her house. I had a ton of housework to do once I got back home. I think my problem is that i just have too much to do and I keep myself to busy and I am bogging myself down or something. I think tonight I am just going to take it easy. I am going to go straight home and pull on some heavy sweats and take my beasts for a nice long walk. I was so good about taking them on such long walks (we're talking 4 miles a day!), and since the Daylight savings time BS I have barely had them outside our yard. I am sure that crazy puppy misses that exercise. Oh how I long for a fenced in yard!!
Well, I should pack it up here adn get ready to head home. Now tomorrow I will probably have a ton of stuff to do aside from everyting I put off from today! Guess there's no one to blame but myself. Hopefully soon I will have something worth blogging about. I know I will reread this one day and think "Why the hell did I publish that babble?"
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Halloween Pets
I was talking with Corey Wetzel the other night and laughing about people putting clothes on their pets...and how weird it is. Corey's pit bull Leo will never don a preppy looking doggie sweater I am sure!! And he was quick to tease me for Peanut's winter coat! (I am not the sort of person that puts clothes on my dogs, but Peanut is small enough that he hates going outside for our walks in the winter because he freezes so my grandma made him a fleece coat for Christmas one year!) Anyhow, imagine how funny it was to me when I clicked over to people.com to kill a few minutes and saw a link to reader's halloween costumes for their pets.
This one definitely takes the cake (...er, sauce?), for the most creative costume!! The dogs owner was even quoted saying that she made the costume herself in just a few minutes time and has won quite a few prizes!
As for the "scariest cat" category, this one wins for sure!! Cute costume, and the cat is really pretty, but he/she looks seriously pissed! (Kristin - I think this cat is scarier and more "pisthed" than even Pepper!!)
Once again, a scary cat! Only, rather than a man of God we have...Lucifer! The cats owner wrote in along with the picture that he and his wife enjoy dressing up their cat because they are "weird like that". I'll say! I have always thought it was a little weird to put clothes on a dog, but I have to say I think it's even weirder to dress up a cat.
Check out those teeth!! The owner wrote in saying that a vampire costume was perfect for her dog because he has a slight overbite and those teeth always stick out like that. Too funny!!
This costume might make small children scared of Elmo. Afterall, it does look like he's trying to devour the mastif that is "wearing" him.
Dog the Bounty Hunter
This little guy was described as a 5 month old mini wiener dog that gets into so much trouble that the owner could not pass up the costume because the hat said "BAD DOG". This has Peanut written all over it! I just may have bought the costume for him had I seen it. And i've got news for the owner: they had better hold onto that costume because those mini wiener dogs don't grow out of that "BAD DOG" stage!
A wiener dog in a hot dog costume. Not that original, but this one is funny just because of the look on his face!
"Very funny, my costume is" says Yoda Dog!
And again, this gator costume looks as if it is just going to swallow this tiny Yorkie!
Biker dog. He's even got the perfect "attitude" and facial expression that matches most of the biker dudes I know!
007!
This one definitely takes the cake (...er, sauce?), for the most creative costume!! The dogs owner was even quoted saying that she made the costume herself in just a few minutes time and has won quite a few prizes!
As for the "scariest cat" category, this one wins for sure!! Cute costume, and the cat is really pretty, but he/she looks seriously pissed! (Kristin - I think this cat is scarier and more "pisthed" than even Pepper!!)
Once again, a scary cat! Only, rather than a man of God we have...Lucifer! The cats owner wrote in along with the picture that he and his wife enjoy dressing up their cat because they are "weird like that". I'll say! I have always thought it was a little weird to put clothes on a dog, but I have to say I think it's even weirder to dress up a cat.
Check out those teeth!! The owner wrote in saying that a vampire costume was perfect for her dog because he has a slight overbite and those teeth always stick out like that. Too funny!!
This costume might make small children scared of Elmo. Afterall, it does look like he's trying to devour the mastif that is "wearing" him.
Dog the Bounty HunterEnough said!
This little guy was described as a 5 month old mini wiener dog that gets into so much trouble that the owner could not pass up the costume because the hat said "BAD DOG". This has Peanut written all over it! I just may have bought the costume for him had I seen it. And i've got news for the owner: they had better hold onto that costume because those mini wiener dogs don't grow out of that "BAD DOG" stage!
A wiener dog in a hot dog costume. Not that original, but this one is funny just because of the look on his face!
"Very funny, my costume is" says Yoda Dog!
And again, this gator costume looks as if it is just going to swallow this tiny Yorkie!
Biker dog. He's even got the perfect "attitude" and facial expression that matches most of the biker dudes I know!
007!So after looking at the pictures yesterday, there were many more, I got to thinking that maybe I should dress Peanut up as something. I don't think Missy the puppy is quote ready to be subjected to the traumatic event plus she's pretty ornery and gets out of things. Peanut is smaller and easier to manhandle. Here are my ideas:
1. I take the shirt that Lana bought him once that says "Bitches Love Me", put a heavy metal bracelet of mine around his neck with his collar, and the sunglasses from my Build-A-Bear and make him a "Bad Ass"
2. My second idea I find absolutely HILARIOUS, but I have to warn you that it is a little off-color. I am going to take one of Jake's tube socks that is missing it's mate and cut out holes for his legs and tail. Slide the dog into it and he can be Flea of the Red Hot Chili Peppers because he's a "wiener in a sock"!! (Remember the infamous stage show in which Flea went onto stage wearing nothing but a tube sock on his wiener?) I thought it was so funny and I laughed until I was doubled over in my chair and crying, but others have not seen the humor in it. One lady told me she thought that a lot of people wouldn't get it therefore causing it to loose the humor.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Post Turtles and Poppycock!
While suturing a cut on the hand of a 75 year old rancher, who's hand was caught in the gate while working cattle, the doctor struck up a conversation with the old man. Eventually the topic got around to Obama and his bid to be our president. The old rancher said, 'Well, ya know, Obama is a 'Post Turtle''.Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a 'post turtle' was.
The old rancher said, 'When you're driving down a country road and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that's a 'post turtle'. The old rancher saw the puzzled look on the doctor's face so he continued to explain. 'You know he didn't get up there by himself, he doesn't belong up there, and he doesn't know what to do while he's up there, and you just wonder what kind of moron put him up there to begin with'.
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The following picture was taken by a friend of Jake's while on a retreat in the UP. This is not a joke...
Friday, October 24, 2008
Political Ramblings
It's no secret that I am a pretty staunch Conservative. I came out of the womb singing the praises of the Republican Party and I have never once been ashamed of that. I voted for George W. Bush, and I am proud to say that. In fact I have a mental countdown going ticking off the days one by one until I was of age to click on his name in the voting booth. People can talk all they want about how the blame for the state of our economy is all the current president's fault, but I have just one question...
Can you honestly say what anyone else would have done in the same situation? It aggravates me to no end to hear people talk about whose fault things are and such. It wouldn't matter who was president, the majority of the American people would complain no matter who was voted into office and what their policies were.
That being said...I read the following article on CNN.com this morning:
Commentary: Liberals let loose on Palin and Joe the Plumber
SAN DIEGO, California (CNN) -- I thought liberals were supposed to be good-hearted, open-minded and non-judgmental.
Tell that to the angry Left's favorite piñata, Sarah Palin. As far as liberals are concerned, Palin can do no right just as Barack Obama and Joe Biden can do no wrong. In fact, Biden is catching more passes than an NFL wide receiver.
As Palin herself pointed out in a recent CNN interview, imagine if she had been the one to imply that electing Obama would invite calamity. Biden does it, and the media shrug.
I also thought the Democratic Party was supposed to go to bat for the little guy, the everyday Joe the Plumber.
Tell that to Joe Wurzelbacher, the Ohio resident who got his 15 minutes -- and 40 lashes -- because he dared question Obama about his tax plan. Obama insists that the plan would raise taxes only on those Americans earning more than $250,000 per year. It was then Obama made his clumsy "spread the wealth" comment.
What was Joe thinking: that we live in a democracy where everyday Americans who pay the salaries of elected officials can dare question their policies? That just isn't done.
To prove it, the elites who run the Democratic Party -- along with their surrogates in the media and organized labor -- went after the plumber.
We now know that Samuel Joe Wurzelbacher owes back taxes, doesn't have a plumbing license (he told the Associated Press he doesn't need one because he works for someone else's company), and may not be registered to vote.
Commenting on a CNN.com story, one condescending reader wrote that Joe the Plumber should pipe down and "get back in my bathroom and unclog the toilet."
Even Biden and Obama got in a few licks. Biden quipped to Jay Leno that Democrats wanted to take care of "Joe-the-real-plumber-with-a-license," and Obama sarcastically asked supporters, "how many plumbers do you know making $250,000 a year?" The implication being that Joe the Plumber isn't who he pretends to be.
What worries me is that the Democrats aren't what they pretend to be.
Obama supporters like to talk about how the Democratic presidential nominee has lived the American Dream. So why is it to so hard for them to conceive of a situation where someone dreams of earning more money a few years from now than they earn today. Has Barack Obama consumed all the social mobility this country has to offer, so there isn't any left for the rest of us?
Now, the Obama-Biden boosters have refocused their attention on their earlier irritant, Sarah Palin.
The latest media template is that the vice presidential nominee is a drag on the GOP ticket. Pundits detect a backlash, not just among Democrats who love to hate Sarah Palin but also among women, independents and seniors. They cite polls showing Palin with an unfavorable rating of 50 percent.
So what? We're in the post-Clinton, post-Bush era of polarization where any politician with a pulse -- Sorry, Joe Biden -- will be loved by half the country and hated by the other half.
It's surreal. Before McCain put Palin on the ticket, he was getting 200 people at campaign rallies, and now, when he appears when Palin, he gets 20,000. Yes, definitely a drag.
McCain oversold it when he said Palin was the most qualified vice presidential candidate in recent history. Better than Dick Cheney? Could she be worse? Obama might have paid Biden the same compliment if his running mate hadn't already told supporters that Hillary Clinton would have been a better choice.
Then there is the faux-scandal that the Republican National Committee shelled out $150,000 in the past several weeks on Palin and her family for campaign wardrobe, accessories, makeup, etc.
Many Americans don't see why it's a story. Fellow hockey mom Page Growney of New Canaan, Conn., asked The Associated Press, "What did you want to see her in, a turtleneck from L.L. Bean?"
Still, we're told, this tempest in a Gucci bag has some Republicans worrying that shopping sprees at Neiman Marcus and Saks Fifth Avenue might undermine Palin's everywoman image. To think, just last month, the criticism was that Sarah the Moose Hunter wasn't sufficiently sophisticated or glamorous. Now her wardrobe signals the hockey mom is high-maintenance.
Just how many more caricatures -- some of them contradictory -- can we expect the left to throw at Sarah Palin before time runs out on this election?
The opinions expressed in this commentary are solely those of Ruben Navarrette Jr.
(...and also shared with those of Kianne E. Allen!)
Now I must admit that I have taken part in the "Obama-is-the-anti-Christ" banter. But, in my defense, I began that long before everyone else. I have read the Bible. I took part in an in-depth study of the book of Revelation. I do have to say that the similarities between Obama and the anti-Christ are uncanny. BUT, Obama is not the only candidate I have poked fun at. I refer to Joe Biden as the "puppet" and I have replayed the SNL skits where Tina Fey impersonates Sarah Palin as "bubblehead" and laughed hysterically with just about everyone else in the country.
I know that there are going to be slanderous things said about anyone who runs for any sort of office. My point is...why can't it just STOP!! My greatest wish for any election is for people to stop caring about a vice presidential candidate's baby is up too late (isn't it up to the parents to determine what is best for the child), or where they shop (Would you feel more comfortable with a VP who shopped at thrift stores or Wal-Mart?), or how much their damn glasses cost!!! (By the way, my glasses were quite a bit more expensive then Sarah Pain's...does anyone give a hoot? I didn't think so!)
I think this election is more important than most people realize. And I hope everyone makes the right decision. AND I hope that people don't bitch about the person they elect. After all, the president is still a person...and people make mistakes.
I realize that this post jumps around a bunch and really have no stimulating value
Can you honestly say what anyone else would have done in the same situation? It aggravates me to no end to hear people talk about whose fault things are and such. It wouldn't matter who was president, the majority of the American people would complain no matter who was voted into office and what their policies were.
That being said...I read the following article on CNN.com this morning:
Commentary: Liberals let loose on Palin and Joe the Plumber
SAN DIEGO, California (CNN) -- I thought liberals were supposed to be good-hearted, open-minded and non-judgmental.
Tell that to the angry Left's favorite piñata, Sarah Palin. As far as liberals are concerned, Palin can do no right just as Barack Obama and Joe Biden can do no wrong. In fact, Biden is catching more passes than an NFL wide receiver.
As Palin herself pointed out in a recent CNN interview, imagine if she had been the one to imply that electing Obama would invite calamity. Biden does it, and the media shrug.
I also thought the Democratic Party was supposed to go to bat for the little guy, the everyday Joe the Plumber.
Tell that to Joe Wurzelbacher, the Ohio resident who got his 15 minutes -- and 40 lashes -- because he dared question Obama about his tax plan. Obama insists that the plan would raise taxes only on those Americans earning more than $250,000 per year. It was then Obama made his clumsy "spread the wealth" comment.
What was Joe thinking: that we live in a democracy where everyday Americans who pay the salaries of elected officials can dare question their policies? That just isn't done.
To prove it, the elites who run the Democratic Party -- along with their surrogates in the media and organized labor -- went after the plumber.
We now know that Samuel Joe Wurzelbacher owes back taxes, doesn't have a plumbing license (he told the Associated Press he doesn't need one because he works for someone else's company), and may not be registered to vote.
Commenting on a CNN.com story, one condescending reader wrote that Joe the Plumber should pipe down and "get back in my bathroom and unclog the toilet."
Even Biden and Obama got in a few licks. Biden quipped to Jay Leno that Democrats wanted to take care of "Joe-the-real-plumber-with-a-license," and Obama sarcastically asked supporters, "how many plumbers do you know making $250,000 a year?" The implication being that Joe the Plumber isn't who he pretends to be.
What worries me is that the Democrats aren't what they pretend to be.
Obama supporters like to talk about how the Democratic presidential nominee has lived the American Dream. So why is it to so hard for them to conceive of a situation where someone dreams of earning more money a few years from now than they earn today. Has Barack Obama consumed all the social mobility this country has to offer, so there isn't any left for the rest of us?
Now, the Obama-Biden boosters have refocused their attention on their earlier irritant, Sarah Palin.
The latest media template is that the vice presidential nominee is a drag on the GOP ticket. Pundits detect a backlash, not just among Democrats who love to hate Sarah Palin but also among women, independents and seniors. They cite polls showing Palin with an unfavorable rating of 50 percent.
So what? We're in the post-Clinton, post-Bush era of polarization where any politician with a pulse -- Sorry, Joe Biden -- will be loved by half the country and hated by the other half.
It's surreal. Before McCain put Palin on the ticket, he was getting 200 people at campaign rallies, and now, when he appears when Palin, he gets 20,000. Yes, definitely a drag.
McCain oversold it when he said Palin was the most qualified vice presidential candidate in recent history. Better than Dick Cheney? Could she be worse? Obama might have paid Biden the same compliment if his running mate hadn't already told supporters that Hillary Clinton would have been a better choice.
Then there is the faux-scandal that the Republican National Committee shelled out $150,000 in the past several weeks on Palin and her family for campaign wardrobe, accessories, makeup, etc.
Many Americans don't see why it's a story. Fellow hockey mom Page Growney of New Canaan, Conn., asked The Associated Press, "What did you want to see her in, a turtleneck from L.L. Bean?"
Still, we're told, this tempest in a Gucci bag has some Republicans worrying that shopping sprees at Neiman Marcus and Saks Fifth Avenue might undermine Palin's everywoman image. To think, just last month, the criticism was that Sarah the Moose Hunter wasn't sufficiently sophisticated or glamorous. Now her wardrobe signals the hockey mom is high-maintenance.
Just how many more caricatures -- some of them contradictory -- can we expect the left to throw at Sarah Palin before time runs out on this election?
The opinions expressed in this commentary are solely those of Ruben Navarrette Jr.
(...and also shared with those of Kianne E. Allen!)
Now I must admit that I have taken part in the "Obama-is-the-anti-Christ" banter. But, in my defense, I began that long before everyone else. I have read the Bible. I took part in an in-depth study of the book of Revelation. I do have to say that the similarities between Obama and the anti-Christ are uncanny. BUT, Obama is not the only candidate I have poked fun at. I refer to Joe Biden as the "puppet" and I have replayed the SNL skits where Tina Fey impersonates Sarah Palin as "bubblehead" and laughed hysterically with just about everyone else in the country.
I know that there are going to be slanderous things said about anyone who runs for any sort of office. My point is...why can't it just STOP!! My greatest wish for any election is for people to stop caring about a vice presidential candidate's baby is up too late (isn't it up to the parents to determine what is best for the child), or where they shop (Would you feel more comfortable with a VP who shopped at thrift stores or Wal-Mart?), or how much their damn glasses cost!!! (By the way, my glasses were quite a bit more expensive then Sarah Pain's...does anyone give a hoot? I didn't think so!)
I think this election is more important than most people realize. And I hope everyone makes the right decision. AND I hope that people don't bitch about the person they elect. After all, the president is still a person...and people make mistakes.
I realize that this post jumps around a bunch and really have no stimulating value
Monday, October 13, 2008
Quote of the Day:
Quote for the day: 'Whatever you give a woman, she's going to multiply.
If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby.
If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.
If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.
If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.
She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.'
So - if you give her crap, you will receive more shit than any one human being can handle.
**Funny that I should get something like this today, considering the conversation Jake and I just had while I was at lunch...**
If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby.
If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.
If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.
If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.
She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.'
So - if you give her crap, you will receive more shit than any one human being can handle.
**Funny that I should get something like this today, considering the conversation Jake and I just had while I was at lunch...**
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Insurance Woes
A few months ago I was told by my dentist that I was going to need a root canal and then a cap on my # 30 molar. I would have rather broken every bone in my body. The dentist just so happens to be one of the SCARIEST places I can imagine. Seriously, if some maniac-psycho-killer like in the Saw movies were to torture me, the could just get out a dentist chair and a couple of those scrappy tools and you would have me begging for mercy.
So I was referred to a different doctor, and endodontist that specializes in root canals located in Fort Wayne. I had a friend drive me there because I was too scared to go by myself. I handed over my identification and insurance cards once I was in there. At the end of the appointment I told the receptionist that I had no idea how much my insurance was going to cover, so she had me pay the standard 20% of the total up front. A week later I get a paper in the mail from the insurance company telling me that I have not had the insurance for a year yet and they do not cover any dental procedures except for routine cleanings until you have held the insurance for 1 year.
Oh shit! That's expensive! My parents offered to pay for 1/2 of the bill, which was gladly (albeit guiltily) taken. And I made the decision to live with the uncomfortable and sometimes unbearable pain of the raw tooth until December when my insurance would cover the procedure. When I talked to the insurance company they informed me that before they would cover any part of any so called extensive procedure, they require a predetermination estimate from the dentist's office.
Then I get another unexpected letter from the insurance office. Apparently they received the predetermination estimate from the dentist's office and they are only going to cover $60.00 of the total bill. (The total bill is nearly $1000. And this is after I already paid the $1100 for the root canal.)
So here is my question...
Why the hell am I paying for insurance that is basically worthless? I can afford to pay $70 every 6 months to have my teeth cleaned. What I can't afford are the unexpected $2000 bills. I understand it is something that needs to be done, but for crying out loud...why am I paying for the dentist to drive a Land Rover? Seriously!
I guess I am just going to have to keep putzing around in my sad Jimmy or even sadder Malibu until all of my dental problems have been resolved before I can get a new car.
So I am exaggerating just a little. But I am sure that there are way more people out there that have the same problem that I am facing. I have even considered asking for cash for Christmas to help me pay for this thing! And I think I may just cancel my dental insurance altogether. It would be cheaper to pay for my bi-annual cleanings outright than to pay out of my bi-weekly paycheck for the coverage that has proved itself useless to me.
So I was referred to a different doctor, and endodontist that specializes in root canals located in Fort Wayne. I had a friend drive me there because I was too scared to go by myself. I handed over my identification and insurance cards once I was in there. At the end of the appointment I told the receptionist that I had no idea how much my insurance was going to cover, so she had me pay the standard 20% of the total up front. A week later I get a paper in the mail from the insurance company telling me that I have not had the insurance for a year yet and they do not cover any dental procedures except for routine cleanings until you have held the insurance for 1 year.
Oh shit! That's expensive! My parents offered to pay for 1/2 of the bill, which was gladly (albeit guiltily) taken. And I made the decision to live with the uncomfortable and sometimes unbearable pain of the raw tooth until December when my insurance would cover the procedure. When I talked to the insurance company they informed me that before they would cover any part of any so called extensive procedure, they require a predetermination estimate from the dentist's office.
Then I get another unexpected letter from the insurance office. Apparently they received the predetermination estimate from the dentist's office and they are only going to cover $60.00 of the total bill. (The total bill is nearly $1000. And this is after I already paid the $1100 for the root canal.)
So here is my question...
Why the hell am I paying for insurance that is basically worthless? I can afford to pay $70 every 6 months to have my teeth cleaned. What I can't afford are the unexpected $2000 bills. I understand it is something that needs to be done, but for crying out loud...why am I paying for the dentist to drive a Land Rover? Seriously!
I guess I am just going to have to keep putzing around in my sad Jimmy or even sadder Malibu until all of my dental problems have been resolved before I can get a new car.
So I am exaggerating just a little. But I am sure that there are way more people out there that have the same problem that I am facing. I have even considered asking for cash for Christmas to help me pay for this thing! And I think I may just cancel my dental insurance altogether. It would be cheaper to pay for my bi-annual cleanings outright than to pay out of my bi-weekly paycheck for the coverage that has proved itself useless to me.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
WHAT A DAY!!
A customer of ours, who is also part of a Civil War Re-Enactment group stopped in this afternoon to have a radio programmed. For some reason or another he was pulling a Civil War cannon along behind his vehicle. My boss told him there would be no charge for the programming (which is a bit of a salty charge), if he would shoot it off a couple of times. Well...
He let us shoot it off!! And let me tell you, after the week I have had
He let us shoot it off!! And let me tell you, after the week I have hadshooting off a cannon REALLY relieves the stress!
Bill the Boss shot it off first, the Scott the radio tech also got to shoot it...
but I was not sent a picture of him.
Bill the Boss shot it off first, the Scott the radio tech also got to shoot it...but I was not sent a picture of him.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Holy...COW!?!
MIDDLETOWN -- A Middletown woman is accused of being disorderly in public -- while wearing a cow suit.
A police report filed about the incident said Michelle Allen allegedly chased children in her neighborhood while wearing the suit on Monday evening.
Allen also urinated on a neighbor's front porch, the report said, and was warned by officers to go home and stay there.
Allen was charged with disorderly conduct after an officer found her causing traffic problems on North Verity Parkway.
The officer's report stated that Allen was verbally abusive to him on the trip to jail and smelled of alcohol.
The officer's report stated that Allen was verbally abusive to him on the trip to jail and smelled of alcohol.
The report did not speculate as to why Allen was wearing the cow suit.
A coworker emailed me this article yesterday afternoon, causing me to once again wonder why nothing "interesting" ever happens in Auburn!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Proud to be...
...a cornfed Hoosier!! Never thought you'd actually hear me say that, huh?
Well, I cannot help but burst with pride and adoration during this time of year. I love the subtle crispness of the air and the way things look and smell. I was on my way to work the other day and I saw something that made me angry. I don't remember now what it was, but I do remember formulating this whole blog post in my head on all these various things things that piss me off. Later that same day while I was on my way home I saw a combine in a field harvesting crops.
I don't think I could have smiled any wider. So, instead of blogging about the different things that piss me off, I decided to blog about things that make me immensely happy. I realize I only included 3 things, but I am limited on time right now as my boss has been looming over everyone all day!!
A combine harvesting corn.
Well, I cannot help but burst with pride and adoration during this time of year. I love the subtle crispness of the air and the way things look and smell. I was on my way to work the other day and I saw something that made me angry. I don't remember now what it was, but I do remember formulating this whole blog post in my head on all these various things things that piss me off. Later that same day while I was on my way home I saw a combine in a field harvesting crops.
I don't think I could have smiled any wider. So, instead of blogging about the different things that piss me off, I decided to blog about things that make me immensely happy. I realize I only included 3 things, but I am limited on time right now as my boss has been looming over everyone all day!!
A combine harvesting corn.Makes me smile when I remember riding on ours when I was little.
I have been told I am crazy, but I love the sound of
geese "honking" as they fly overhead in formation.
I don't think I know of anyone that doesn't appreciate the
I have been told I am crazy, but I love the sound ofgeese "honking" as they fly overhead in formation.
I don't think I know of anyone that doesn't appreciate the color changing leaves of the Midwest.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Hey! Check out my new BLING!!
Check out my frosting...5 years in the making. Jake can be the most *amazing* guy when he wants to be!! Doesn't this ring just scream my name!!Oh, and I don't like to brag...but it's a TACORI!!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
"Friendship is Beautiful"
Millenium Tree (Tree of Peace) As mankind emerges from the mists of time to enter a new millennium, hope abounds that all nations will be united in friendship and love (hidden faces) encircle our fragile and incredibly complex world.The D.N.A. bracelet twines round the "helping hand" guiding the younger hand of humanity that strives to explore and learn so much more. You will find a number of famous characters that have influenced and shaped our past, present and future e.g. Darwin, Einstein, Beethoven etc.The left side symbolises nature - while the right symbolises technology and the future.The dove symbolises peace and the rainbow hope. The hands either side of the tree symbolise the need for our beautiful world to be protected forever.
I have learned recently that friendship can be beautiful, when you have a friend that is beautiful. This is from my dear friend Molly, whom I adore and respect more than she will ever know. I value her friendship and advice more than anyone else's.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
James Patterson: My New Favorite
I would consider myself an avid reader. Between the 2-3 audio books I listen to a week and the usually 2 books I read a week, I have put some serious pages behind me the past few months. I am always reading something but I haven't been completely book obsessed until we moved into our new house.
Typically I stay away from what I refer to as "Blockbuster" writers, or writers that have a bestseller with every book published. I never pick up a Nora Roberts/JD Robb, Danielle Steele, Dean Koontz, Mary Higgins Clark, or James Patterson. One would think that someone who reads as much as I do that I would totally go for the authors that have the bestsellers because, well, they are bestsellers for a reason. I don't because I have this goofed-up way of thinking that if a couple of their books were good then people are going to buy them no matter what. Deep down I know that is not true.
Anyhow, one day at the grocery store I read the jacket for James Patterson's The Quickie. I thought it sounded good, but I put it back. Later on at the library when I couldn't decide on anything else I checked for the dreaded James Patterson book.
I was hooked after the first chapter. I would sit in car long after getting home just to hear what was going to happen next. I was telling everyone I knew that they HAD to read it and what a suspenseful read it was. But still, I didn't pick up another James Patterson book.
Until late one Sunday afternoon when my sister and I made a special trip to Fort Wayne just to go to Borders because the library was closed and I had finished my audio book. Driving can be such a bore and a complete waste of time without an audio book!
That night I bought Beach Road for $5.99 off the bargain book shelf. For the next couple of days I had a hard time getting into it. Rather than having one person read the story, there is a different person vocalizing each of the main characters and I found that somewhat distracting. I found the story a little dry to start with and found myself wondering who messed up and put the wrong description on the back of the package. But, sure enough, I got into the story just like I do most other books I read. Everyday I was telling Jake what had happened.
The ending came out of nowhere!! Literally. For me the end of the book wasn't the climax, but it was a couple of chapters previous. I hate to give books away to anyone who has not read them, but I can't help but say that even now I find myself thinking, "Oh, no! Not you, Tom! Why?" And I finished the book a week ago!
I also picked up Violets Are Blue by James Patterson that night at Borders. I am listening to it right now and it will be finished tomorrow. It's an Alex Cross novel. Typically if an author has a character that repeats in novels I read them in order, like Janet Evonovich's Stephanie Plum and Sue Grafton's Kinsey Millhone, but I wasn't aware there was an Alex Cross series until after starting the book.
I have printed the entire list of James Patterson's books and I have it neatly folded in my wallet in the same pocket as my library card so I will be prepared on my next visit. I am completely consumed with these books and I will probably not read anything else until I have read all of them!
Typically I stay away from what I refer to as "Blockbuster" writers, or writers that have a bestseller with every book published. I never pick up a Nora Roberts/JD Robb, Danielle Steele, Dean Koontz, Mary Higgins Clark, or James Patterson. One would think that someone who reads as much as I do that I would totally go for the authors that have the bestsellers because, well, they are bestsellers for a reason. I don't because I have this goofed-up way of thinking that if a couple of their books were good then people are going to buy them no matter what. Deep down I know that is not true.
Anyhow, one day at the grocery store I read the jacket for James Patterson's The Quickie. I thought it sounded good, but I put it back. Later on at the library when I couldn't decide on anything else I checked for the dreaded James Patterson book.
I was hooked after the first chapter. I would sit in car long after getting home just to hear what was going to happen next. I was telling everyone I knew that they HAD to read it and what a suspenseful read it was. But still, I didn't pick up another James Patterson book.
Until late one Sunday afternoon when my sister and I made a special trip to Fort Wayne just to go to Borders because the library was closed and I had finished my audio book. Driving can be such a bore and a complete waste of time without an audio book!
That night I bought Beach Road for $5.99 off the bargain book shelf. For the next couple of days I had a hard time getting into it. Rather than having one person read the story, there is a different person vocalizing each of the main characters and I found that somewhat distracting. I found the story a little dry to start with and found myself wondering who messed up and put the wrong description on the back of the package. But, sure enough, I got into the story just like I do most other books I read. Everyday I was telling Jake what had happened.
The ending came out of nowhere!! Literally. For me the end of the book wasn't the climax, but it was a couple of chapters previous. I hate to give books away to anyone who has not read them, but I can't help but say that even now I find myself thinking, "Oh, no! Not you, Tom! Why?" And I finished the book a week ago!
I also picked up Violets Are Blue by James Patterson that night at Borders. I am listening to it right now and it will be finished tomorrow. It's an Alex Cross novel. Typically if an author has a character that repeats in novels I read them in order, like Janet Evonovich's Stephanie Plum and Sue Grafton's Kinsey Millhone, but I wasn't aware there was an Alex Cross series until after starting the book.
I have printed the entire list of James Patterson's books and I have it neatly folded in my wallet in the same pocket as my library card so I will be prepared on my next visit. I am completely consumed with these books and I will probably not read anything else until I have read all of them!
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Strangers in the Night
(Wow! That sounds like some cheesy title on an old Dateline rerun!)
Last night was quite interesting over at our house. We headed to bed around 11 like usual and neither one of us was able to sleep well. Around 1 AM Jake woke me to tell me he was going downstairs for a drink and asked if I wanted one. He was down there for a little while but I didn't think anything of it. Then he comes flying up the stairs and grabs a loaded rifle from next to the bed and tells me there's a couple of guys trying to break into the house next door to us. (Not Wetzel's house, the empty junky house on the other side of us. If it were Wetzel's then Jake would have shot first and told me later!)
I assumed it was kids that used to live there, as there were quite the little hooligans! Finally I decided to go downstairs and peek for myself since I was already awake. Sure enough, there were two guys that looked to be about my age lurking around the house peeking in windows and trying to pry open a basement window. Both were male, wearing jeans and black shirts. One was wearing a ball cap and the other a pair of glasses. Both had backpacks on their backs. We were watching out our kitchen window with only the glow from the digital clock on the coffee pot for illumination. We were both pretty sure they never saw us. They never gave any sort of sign that they knew they were being watched.
They never got into the house, and as they took off we went to the window in the front of the house and watched them walk down the corner and turn south on the next street. As soon as we couldn't see them again we went upstairs and called 911. So they didn't actually get into the house? it was still pretty weird to see a couple of guys lurking around at 1AM with backpacks on their backs like that. And I knew that if we read in the paper or heard on the news of any break-ins that we would regret not calling it in.
I told the dispatcher our names, address, and what we had seen. He kept me on the phone with him while he called it in and it was just a couple of minutes more until a patrol car had the guys stopped clear across town. Another officer came to our house and had us walk around with him and explain over and over what we had seen.
The guys told the cop that stopped them that they had known the family that lived there previously and they were just looking in the windows to see if the house had been remodeled or if there was still junk it it. Likely story. Maybe the cops and Jake and I would have believed that if it were 1:00 in the afternoon and they were not trying to pry open the basement window. Anyhow, after the guys "fessed" up to what was going on, the cops let them go.
The officer that had been at our house stuck around a few minutes just talking with us. Meanwhile, we are both yawning and standing in the FREEZING cold grass in our bare feet!! Once he finally left we went back upstairs and tried to go to bed. Have you ever tried to get to sleep after chatting with cops about a couple of guys attempting to break into the house next door to yours? It's not a task that is easily accomplished. Trust me. We tuned in to a rerun of Mike Rowe and Dirty Jobs and tried like hell to get some sleep. neither one of us succeeded and we spent most of the night kicking at one another trying to get comfortable or shoving the dog to one side of the bed or the other.
Getting up for work this morning was miserable for me! It took every shred of energy I could muster to get into the shower and get dressed. I went through my normal routine. Showered and dressed, put on coffee, put the dog outside, straightened up the kitchen, put clothes in the washer. I let the dog in and went upstairs to tell Jake I was leaving. I gathered up my purse and coffee and headed out. I was just a few steps away from my car when I finally realized that my divers side window had been shattered. I dropped everything on the ground and started back to the house only to realize that my keys were in my purse and I had dropped them on the ground. When I turned back around to get my purse I noticed the back hatch of the Jimmy was opened.
I ran inside and grabbed the phone and dialed my office. As I was telling one of the ladies that I work with what was going on I staggered up the stairs shaking so bad that I could hardly breathe or walk. I told Jake and he was up and dressed in seconds and out the back door. Once I was squared away with work I once again called 911. For the second time in 6 hours.
The dispatcher told me there was an officer only a block away and he would be there in seconds. There were 2 different cops there in a couple of seconds, and a third one pulled up shortly after that in the back where the vehicles were parked.
The window in the Malibu had been busted while someone was trying to pry open. The only thing stolen was about $17 in cash that was in my center console. (The jackasses left my $200 Zune and almost $4000 in my lia sophia display jewelry!) The Jimmy's back hatch had been pried open and the stereo had been stolen. The dash was busted up pretty bad, but that was about the extent of the damage to it. (Once again, the perp climbed over a $2000 carpet stretcher and all of our camping and fishing gear. As avid of a fisher that Jake is, I don't even want to know how much he has invested in all of the tackle!)
I originally thought that the two freak incidents with us last night were related, but after talking to the three cops this morning I doubt they were. The kids the stopped last night that were poking around the neighboring house had only a change of clothes and a boy scout knife in their bags. There were no tools or any indication that they were breaking into cars. That's not to say that the incidents were not in some way related, but chances are that they were not. The cops this morning also told us that our vehicles were the third and fourth reports they had had that morning or auto break-in's. There was also one on First Street and one on Michigan.
I called our insurance provider and found that we have only PLPD coverage on both vehicles, which does not cover theft and/or vandalism. I am really cheap when it comes to insurance since I drive slow and have not been in an accident for years, so I was not surprised to be reminded that I had put only the cheapest available on both vehicles.
Talk about a shitty morning!! You know, the thing that bothers me the most is that we had to of been awake when the break-in's happened. Or at least one of us was. I feel violated! I have never been through anything like this before, and I had no idea that it could make you feel so lousy and vulnerable.
Of course, I did have a fever last night and I spent quite a bit of time outside without anything on my feet. Then after getting next to no sleep and having to drive to work with no window on my drivers side and freeze my ass off, I could be feeling pretty lousy over all of that. What a bitch, huh?
The chances of the police actually finding the person(s) who did this are pretty slim, and we knew that when we called them back to the house this morning, but I hope they do catch them. The mother fuckers are going to pay to replace not only my drivers side window, but the whole freaking door that is wobbly and botched and will more than likely have to be replaced according to the man I talked to at the glass place to get a quote on having it fixed. Then Jake is going to track them down and shoot their damn knees off.
Last night was quite interesting over at our house. We headed to bed around 11 like usual and neither one of us was able to sleep well. Around 1 AM Jake woke me to tell me he was going downstairs for a drink and asked if I wanted one. He was down there for a little while but I didn't think anything of it. Then he comes flying up the stairs and grabs a loaded rifle from next to the bed and tells me there's a couple of guys trying to break into the house next door to us. (Not Wetzel's house, the empty junky house on the other side of us. If it were Wetzel's then Jake would have shot first and told me later!)
I assumed it was kids that used to live there, as there were quite the little hooligans! Finally I decided to go downstairs and peek for myself since I was already awake. Sure enough, there were two guys that looked to be about my age lurking around the house peeking in windows and trying to pry open a basement window. Both were male, wearing jeans and black shirts. One was wearing a ball cap and the other a pair of glasses. Both had backpacks on their backs. We were watching out our kitchen window with only the glow from the digital clock on the coffee pot for illumination. We were both pretty sure they never saw us. They never gave any sort of sign that they knew they were being watched.
They never got into the house, and as they took off we went to the window in the front of the house and watched them walk down the corner and turn south on the next street. As soon as we couldn't see them again we went upstairs and called 911. So they didn't actually get into the house? it was still pretty weird to see a couple of guys lurking around at 1AM with backpacks on their backs like that. And I knew that if we read in the paper or heard on the news of any break-ins that we would regret not calling it in.
I told the dispatcher our names, address, and what we had seen. He kept me on the phone with him while he called it in and it was just a couple of minutes more until a patrol car had the guys stopped clear across town. Another officer came to our house and had us walk around with him and explain over and over what we had seen.
The guys told the cop that stopped them that they had known the family that lived there previously and they were just looking in the windows to see if the house had been remodeled or if there was still junk it it. Likely story. Maybe the cops and Jake and I would have believed that if it were 1:00 in the afternoon and they were not trying to pry open the basement window. Anyhow, after the guys "fessed" up to what was going on, the cops let them go.
The officer that had been at our house stuck around a few minutes just talking with us. Meanwhile, we are both yawning and standing in the FREEZING cold grass in our bare feet!! Once he finally left we went back upstairs and tried to go to bed. Have you ever tried to get to sleep after chatting with cops about a couple of guys attempting to break into the house next door to yours? It's not a task that is easily accomplished. Trust me. We tuned in to a rerun of Mike Rowe and Dirty Jobs and tried like hell to get some sleep. neither one of us succeeded and we spent most of the night kicking at one another trying to get comfortable or shoving the dog to one side of the bed or the other.
Getting up for work this morning was miserable for me! It took every shred of energy I could muster to get into the shower and get dressed. I went through my normal routine. Showered and dressed, put on coffee, put the dog outside, straightened up the kitchen, put clothes in the washer. I let the dog in and went upstairs to tell Jake I was leaving. I gathered up my purse and coffee and headed out. I was just a few steps away from my car when I finally realized that my divers side window had been shattered. I dropped everything on the ground and started back to the house only to realize that my keys were in my purse and I had dropped them on the ground. When I turned back around to get my purse I noticed the back hatch of the Jimmy was opened.
I ran inside and grabbed the phone and dialed my office. As I was telling one of the ladies that I work with what was going on I staggered up the stairs shaking so bad that I could hardly breathe or walk. I told Jake and he was up and dressed in seconds and out the back door. Once I was squared away with work I once again called 911. For the second time in 6 hours.
The dispatcher told me there was an officer only a block away and he would be there in seconds. There were 2 different cops there in a couple of seconds, and a third one pulled up shortly after that in the back where the vehicles were parked.
The window in the Malibu had been busted while someone was trying to pry open. The only thing stolen was about $17 in cash that was in my center console. (The jackasses left my $200 Zune and almost $4000 in my lia sophia display jewelry!) The Jimmy's back hatch had been pried open and the stereo had been stolen. The dash was busted up pretty bad, but that was about the extent of the damage to it. (Once again, the perp climbed over a $2000 carpet stretcher and all of our camping and fishing gear. As avid of a fisher that Jake is, I don't even want to know how much he has invested in all of the tackle!)
I originally thought that the two freak incidents with us last night were related, but after talking to the three cops this morning I doubt they were. The kids the stopped last night that were poking around the neighboring house had only a change of clothes and a boy scout knife in their bags. There were no tools or any indication that they were breaking into cars. That's not to say that the incidents were not in some way related, but chances are that they were not. The cops this morning also told us that our vehicles were the third and fourth reports they had had that morning or auto break-in's. There was also one on First Street and one on Michigan.
I called our insurance provider and found that we have only PLPD coverage on both vehicles, which does not cover theft and/or vandalism. I am really cheap when it comes to insurance since I drive slow and have not been in an accident for years, so I was not surprised to be reminded that I had put only the cheapest available on both vehicles.
Talk about a shitty morning!! You know, the thing that bothers me the most is that we had to of been awake when the break-in's happened. Or at least one of us was. I feel violated! I have never been through anything like this before, and I had no idea that it could make you feel so lousy and vulnerable.
Of course, I did have a fever last night and I spent quite a bit of time outside without anything on my feet. Then after getting next to no sleep and having to drive to work with no window on my drivers side and freeze my ass off, I could be feeling pretty lousy over all of that. What a bitch, huh?
The chances of the police actually finding the person(s) who did this are pretty slim, and we knew that when we called them back to the house this morning, but I hope they do catch them. The mother fuckers are going to pay to replace not only my drivers side window, but the whole freaking door that is wobbly and botched and will more than likely have to be replaced according to the man I talked to at the glass place to get a quote on having it fixed. Then Jake is going to track them down and shoot their damn knees off.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Sickness!
Some interesint facts I happened upon today:
1. During 1 hour of swimming in a municipal pool you will ingest 1/2 liter of urine.
(...I will admit that I have peed in a public pool before...but I NEVER pee in a lake or a pond...I always think how terrible it would be to polute the water for the fish...Explain that logic!)
2. In an average day, your hand will come into indirect contact with 15 penises, (by touching door handles, etc.).
3. An average person's yearly consumption of fast food intake will contain 12 pubic hairs. (Glad I stopped eating that crap!)
4. In a year you will have swallowed 14 insects - while you slept.
5. Annualy you will have shaken hands with 11 women who have recently mastrubated and failed to wash their hands.
6. Anually you will have shaken hands with 36 men who have recently mastrubated and failed to wash their hands.
7. In a lifetime, 22 workmen will have examined the contents of your dirty clothes basket.
8. At an average wedding reception you have 1/100 chance of getting a cold sore from one of the guests. (So, basically, you can get herpes at a wedding...)
9. Daily, you will breathe 1 liter of other people's anal gasses. (That's increased, of course, if you send any prolonged amount of time with Jake!)
Good to know...I think I am going to take a swin in some anti-bacterial gel now...
1. During 1 hour of swimming in a municipal pool you will ingest 1/2 liter of urine.
(...I will admit that I have peed in a public pool before...but I NEVER pee in a lake or a pond...I always think how terrible it would be to polute the water for the fish...Explain that logic!)
2. In an average day, your hand will come into indirect contact with 15 penises, (by touching door handles, etc.).
3. An average person's yearly consumption of fast food intake will contain 12 pubic hairs. (Glad I stopped eating that crap!)
4. In a year you will have swallowed 14 insects - while you slept.
5. Annualy you will have shaken hands with 11 women who have recently mastrubated and failed to wash their hands.
6. Anually you will have shaken hands with 36 men who have recently mastrubated and failed to wash their hands.
7. In a lifetime, 22 workmen will have examined the contents of your dirty clothes basket.
8. At an average wedding reception you have 1/100 chance of getting a cold sore from one of the guests. (So, basically, you can get herpes at a wedding...)
9. Daily, you will breathe 1 liter of other people's anal gasses. (That's increased, of course, if you send any prolonged amount of time with Jake!)
Good to know...I think I am going to take a swin in some anti-bacterial gel now...
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
What are these?
I my infinate and perpetual boredom at work yet again today, I decided to check out one of the websites I frequent for a quick laugh. Here are some of the things tha tmade me giggle today...
Assulted Peanut
Card Shark
Dandy lions
Dr. Pepper
Eggplant
Gator Aide
Hole Milk
Assulted Peanut
Card Shark
Dandy lions
Dr. Pepper
Eggplant
Gator Aide
Hole Milki Pod 
King of Pop
Knight Mare
Light beer
Pool Table
Tap Dancers
King of Pop
Knight Mare
Light beer
Pool Table
Tap Dancers
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