Yesterday Bugs spent about four hours on "the table" at the radiation lab and had her innards tested.
Today her doctor told her it isn't her gall bladder.
Could it be her kidneys?
Another scan ordered. I hope her insurance will pay for all this testing.
I'm getting awfully tired of second guessing and worrying.
The weekend went relatively well. Wheelie and I spent most of Sunday piddlin' around the house.
Bugs and PH did more house moving, and she and Boo were invited to dinner by PH's mom.
We did a lot of talking on the phone this weekend. Something that hasn't happened for a while.
She thinks her relationship with PH is starting to creep into the serious phase. Hmmm....
I like the guy. He is a hard worker, seems to have a decent head on his shoulders (he's a restaurant manager too) and he is showing some significant interest in the baby.
I told her that all I want for her is someone who will love her and take care of her.
We shall see.
Daddy, in the meantime, has taken a turn for the utmost stupid.
Seems that he has been stealing checks from his best friend as well as from his boss. Writing himself checks and cashing them. He no longer works for this boss.
He has been selling his possessions, his guitars, his amps, his furniture. He moved out of the house he was renting and moved in with the best friend whom he stole the checks from.
By the way, it was this best friend's car he was driving when he got arrested a few weeks ago.
He is on drugs again. Completely strung out, begging for money from anyone who will stand still long enough.
The best friend is about to kick him out of his house. About time.
Daddy has been talking about turning himself in, whatever he means by that.
Bugs is beginning to convince herself that she will never see a penny of child support. She might as well close that door and move on.
She called his mother the other day. Nana pretty much stonewalled her, pretended not to know what was going on with Daddy. Either she is being kept in the dark, or she is nuts.
We need to move on from these people. Seriously.
Bugs loves her new house, it's so small, so manageable (cleaning wise :>) She has been hanging up pictures and making it HER home.
She still needs to finish emptying the other house (mostly some stuff in the garage) and she also goes by every day to feed the cat(s) and the dog. Still no takers for any of them. PeeWee has taken the high road, we can't find her anywhere. Figures, the only cat we found a home for said sayonara folks!
And so we keep on truckin'
Last week I wrote to the family that lives in our old house (see blog July 12). Just curious.
Today I received a very nice email from the lady who has been living in that place since 1984.
Wonderful! I love that kind of stuff!!
She wrote that they finally got rid of the honey problem on the ceiling last year! *lol*
(you've gotta read the blog!)
So now it's 7:40, Baby is asleep after a busy day, and I am ready to stretch out myself as well.
SGMKJ!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Great idea?
In light if the just defeated $700 billion bailout plan, this is what I ran into on one of the blogs.
Somehow this makes sense.
Whaddayahtink?
How about this for an idea.
I'm against the $85,000,000,000.00 bailout of AIG.
Instead, I'm in favor of giving $85,000,000,000 to America in a "We Deserve It" dividend.
To make the math simple, let's assume there are 200,000,000 bonafide U.S. Citizens 18+.
Our population is about 301,000,000 +/- counting every man, woman and child. So 200,000,000 might be a fair stab at adults 18 and up..
So divide 200 million adults 18+ into $85 billion that equals $425,000.00.
My plan is to give $425,000 to every person 18+ as a We Deserve It Dividend.
Of course, it would NOT be tax free.
So let's assume a tax rate of 30%.
Every individual 18+ has to pay $127,500.00 in taxes.
That sends $25,500,000,000 right back to Uncle Sam.
But it means that every adult 18+ has $297,500.00 in their pocket.
A husband and wife has $595,000.00.
What would you do with $297,500.00 to $595,000.00 in your family?
Pay off your mortgage - housing crisis solved.
Repay college loans - what a great boost to new grads
Put away money for college - it'll be there
Save in a bank - create money to loan to entrepreneurs.
Buy a new car - create jobs
Invest in the market - capital drives growth
Pay for your parent's medical insurance - health care improves
Enable Deadbeat Dads to come clean - or else
Remember this is for every adult U S Citizen 18+ including the folks who lost their jobs at Lehman Brothers and every other company that is cutting back. And of course, for those serving in our Armed Forces.
If we're going to re-distribute wealth let's really do it...instead of trickling out a puny $1000.00 ( 'vote buy' ) economic incentive that is being proposed
by one of our candidates for President.
If we're going to do an $85 billion bailout, let's bail out every adult U S Citizen 18+!
As for AIG - liquidate it.
Sell off its parts.
Let American General go back to being American General.
Sell off the real estate.
Let the private sector bargain hunters cut it up and clean it
Somehow this makes sense.
Whaddayahtink?
How about this for an idea.
I'm against the $85,000,000,000.00 bailout of AIG.
Instead, I'm in favor of giving $85,000,000,000 to America in a "We Deserve It" dividend.
To make the math simple, let's assume there are 200,000,000 bonafide U.S. Citizens 18+.
Our population is about 301,000,000 +/- counting every man, woman and child. So 200,000,000 might be a fair stab at adults 18 and up..
So divide 200 million adults 18+ into $85 billion that equals $425,000.00.
My plan is to give $425,000 to every person 18+ as a We Deserve It Dividend.
Of course, it would NOT be tax free.
So let's assume a tax rate of 30%.
Every individual 18+ has to pay $127,500.00 in taxes.
That sends $25,500,000,000 right back to Uncle Sam.
But it means that every adult 18+ has $297,500.00 in their pocket.
A husband and wife has $595,000.00.
What would you do with $297,500.00 to $595,000.00 in your family?
Pay off your mortgage - housing crisis solved.
Repay college loans - what a great boost to new grads
Put away money for college - it'll be there
Save in a bank - create money to loan to entrepreneurs.
Buy a new car - create jobs
Invest in the market - capital drives growth
Pay for your parent's medical insurance - health care improves
Enable Deadbeat Dads to come clean - or else
Remember this is for every adult U S Citizen 18+ including the folks who lost their jobs at Lehman Brothers and every other company that is cutting back. And of course, for those serving in our Armed Forces.
If we're going to re-distribute wealth let's really do it...instead of trickling out a puny $1000.00 ( 'vote buy' ) economic incentive that is being proposed
by one of our candidates for President.
If we're going to do an $85 billion bailout, let's bail out every adult U S Citizen 18+!
As for AIG - liquidate it.
Sell off its parts.
Let American General go back to being American General.
Sell off the real estate.
Let the private sector bargain hunters cut it up and clean it
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Time for flannel sheets!
It's getting a bit nippy at night. We sleep with the window open, and this morning I felt downright frosty! This morning I changed to Flannel sheets!
This, and springtime, are the best times of the year for me personally. I love the temperatures.
Even thought the season changes aren't huge, like the way they are, say, in Minnesota....:>)
The changes, however subtle, are noticeable.
The trees are turning, you need long sleeves early in the morning, and you can even sit out on the patio without it having to be shady.
I am trying to remember what yesterday was like.....must have been a decent day, cause I don't remember. *lol*
All kidding aside. Yesterday was a pleasant day. Bugs is holding her own with the new pain killers. She had another open-to-close day yesterday, as her other manager called in sick with strep.
She is tired, of course, but this morning she had an improved attitude.
I took Boo for her morning stroll, something which is perfect to tire her down for her mid day nap. She runs and chatters, trips and falls, tries to eat concrete and pebbles, talked with Buddy, the dog, and checked the mail.
Right now she has been down for an hour. I am hoping for another one.
Looking forward to two days off. Tomorrow I plan to list Bugs' Merry Mushroom stuff. I have 4 large totes full of used baby clothes to go through, some of which I will list as well.
We don't know how Bugs will want to work things Monday morning. Her test is at 8am. I'll try and keep my mouth shut and let her come up with a plan of action.
Wheelie and I watched the Presidential debate yesterday. I wish that Obama would stop saying McCain is RIGHT about certain things. He should say: he AGREES with McCain. Makes it sound much better. (makes note to self to email the guy)
I found McCain's body language very telling. He obviously dislikes Obama as a person. He practically rolled his eyes a few times, while Obama was trying to stand tall and be graceful and stick to answering the questions, without patronizing the other party.
YouTube has a pretty fair amount of funny videos about Sarah Palin.
The interview with Katie Couric was priceless. Setting aside my dislike of this girl as a person, just listening to her talk; answer questions, I have to wonder how McCain picked this one.
This is NOT a person who is in the same league as other women politicians. Not at all!!!
Put her next to Hilary Clinton, Condalisa Rice, Madeline Albright, Angela Merkel, Golda Meir, Margaret Thatcher, Indira Ghandi, ......
I think the common sense ones among you will understand what I am saying here.
This Republican ticket is wrong. I could go with John McCain if I HAD to...but this whipper snapper from Alaska is WAY out of her league...
WAY out....
Paul Newman died today. 83 Years old. A legend.
SGMKJ
Thursday, September 25, 2008
and when the rain begins to fall.........
And when the rain begins to fall
you'll ride my rainbow in the sky
And I will catch you if you fall
you'll never have to ask me why.
And when the rain begins to fall I'll be the sunshine in your life
Jermaine Jackson and Pia Zadora sang this in the 80's.
I know it from a few years back when my sister sang it with a fun choir back in Holland.
Today I found the old CD which had the song on it. I was driving back from shopping with a sleeping Boo-boo in the back.
The song made me burst out in tears.
Bugs had a decent day yesterday. The meds she was on seemed to be working...albeit slightly...
This morning she went to see her doctor. She has a gallbladder infection. The ultrasound did not catch any stones, so on Monday morning she will have a different kind of test to determine whether she has gallbladder sludge. This involves being shot up with some radioactive goop and stuff...(I am not very good at medical terms, bear with me)
I read online that when this crap doesn't get out of your gallbladder it can create a problem with your pancreas, and you can get pretty darn sick from it.
It has pretty much been decided that this thing will have to come out. I understand that the doctor first wants to do some more testing.
It scares the hell out of me. Especially since she is losing weight and frankly, looking jaundice...pale....
It kills me that my baby is sick, on top of all she is going through right now. It doesn't matter that she is 25, she is still our little girl....and I wish I could take this from her...
This afternoon around 2 she called. The pain was becoming a bit hard to take and the meds were no longer effective. The doctor called in a different sort of painkiller, but this didn't seem to do the trick either. At 5 he called in a script for Lortab, aka Vicodin, which is acetaminophen with hydrocodone. Good thing Daddy isn't around, he would steal it from her.
Apparently it's a pretty strong narcotic, although she said it's a low dose.
Relief was immediate. Which is good. But It's a "bandage", I told her, not a cure.
So we still play the waiting game.
Me anxious, Wheelie quiet, but very concerned about ALL his girls, Bugs in pain and confused, overwhelmed, and Boo feeling it all...........
I hope she will let us help her this weekend. There is still a lot to do.
Thanks for your sweet comment, Iggy, have fun in Thailand.
SGMKJ!
you'll ride my rainbow in the sky
And I will catch you if you fall
you'll never have to ask me why.
And when the rain begins to fall I'll be the sunshine in your life
You know that we can have it all and everything will be alright.
Jermaine Jackson and Pia Zadora sang this in the 80's.
I know it from a few years back when my sister sang it with a fun choir back in Holland.
Today I found the old CD which had the song on it. I was driving back from shopping with a sleeping Boo-boo in the back.
The song made me burst out in tears.
Bugs had a decent day yesterday. The meds she was on seemed to be working...albeit slightly...
This morning she went to see her doctor. She has a gallbladder infection. The ultrasound did not catch any stones, so on Monday morning she will have a different kind of test to determine whether she has gallbladder sludge. This involves being shot up with some radioactive goop and stuff...(I am not very good at medical terms, bear with me)
I read online that when this crap doesn't get out of your gallbladder it can create a problem with your pancreas, and you can get pretty darn sick from it.
It has pretty much been decided that this thing will have to come out. I understand that the doctor first wants to do some more testing.
It scares the hell out of me. Especially since she is losing weight and frankly, looking jaundice...pale....
It kills me that my baby is sick, on top of all she is going through right now. It doesn't matter that she is 25, she is still our little girl....and I wish I could take this from her...
This afternoon around 2 she called. The pain was becoming a bit hard to take and the meds were no longer effective. The doctor called in a different sort of painkiller, but this didn't seem to do the trick either. At 5 he called in a script for Lortab, aka Vicodin, which is acetaminophen with hydrocodone. Good thing Daddy isn't around, he would steal it from her.
Apparently it's a pretty strong narcotic, although she said it's a low dose.
Relief was immediate. Which is good. But It's a "bandage", I told her, not a cure.
So we still play the waiting game.
Me anxious, Wheelie quiet, but very concerned about ALL his girls, Bugs in pain and confused, overwhelmed, and Boo feeling it all...........
I hope she will let us help her this weekend. There is still a lot to do.
Thanks for your sweet comment, Iggy, have fun in Thailand.
SGMKJ!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Peace and quiet has returned....for now....
The move went pretty well.
(considering)
After the movers delivered the BIG stuff, Bugs, PH and a friend of his, went back and forth a few times to get the small stuff.
They did not get everything yet, as dummy had the electricity disconnected (as opposed to overlapping the service for a few days) so they could not work in the dark.
When I dropped a very tired and cranky Boo off last night around six, Bugs and her best friend Cam were proud to present me with an almost unpacked house. At least the living room and the kitchen were done, the beds were made, the baby's room was pretty much ready.
I was ever so grateful that Cam came to help. She has such a good eye for decorating, and she is also a neat freak, and she knows how to put a kitchen in order.
Wheelie and I went to bed around nine. I got up at six and cleaned my kitchen, when Wheelie got up at seven I raced the vacuum cleaner through the house.
Basically we're back on regular schedule. Bugs went back to work, Boo came here.
She and I went for another shopping trip at Super Target, after which she took a decent nap.
It's now 5:30 and she is in bed again, she was just freaking out a little. She ate her whole dinner and an ice cream cone, but I can tell she is tired.
No wonder, poor baby picks up on the shit vibes, and she has been off her routine for over a week.
I woke up with sun poisoning. Last night I thought I was having a reaction to a new kind of Oil of Olay moisturizer. But when I woke up I recognized it. Eyes puffy and closed shut, cheeks feeling hot and looking and feeling like grapefruit skin, puffy chipmunk cheeks.
Probably happened when I walked Boo around the hospital a hundred times the other day. It was a nice day, sunny and windy. It has happened before, it'll go away in a few days.
So things are quieting down.
Oh I know Bugs is not out of the woods yet! She received a letter from her mortgage company that she has until October 14 to pay up, or else...so at least we still have a few weeks to get everything out and clean up. She won't be able to vacuum, but I told her a few brooms would do just fine.
She is anxious to hear the test results from her doctor, her appointment is Thursday morning.
She also got a call from Nana, and aparently they are not in a position to help her with anything. So much for wanting to help. Well, I think I'll sort of wean the Saturday visits for a while too.
Daddy never showed up with the money. He is three months behind. Bugs sure could use the extra cash (to pay us back, haha)
She is tired. Well, so am I, so is Boo...it'll pass...
The house looks cute, teeny kitchen, small rooms, but very cute. Perfect for 1 1/2 humans.
We got a reply to my ad in the local news paper website for the dog, hopefully that will work out.
And so it goes...........
If this drama is starting to bore y'all, tough titties! :>)
I am primarily writing it for myself, just to vent and keep my sanity.
SGMKJ!
(considering)
After the movers delivered the BIG stuff, Bugs, PH and a friend of his, went back and forth a few times to get the small stuff.
They did not get everything yet, as dummy had the electricity disconnected (as opposed to overlapping the service for a few days) so they could not work in the dark.
When I dropped a very tired and cranky Boo off last night around six, Bugs and her best friend Cam were proud to present me with an almost unpacked house. At least the living room and the kitchen were done, the beds were made, the baby's room was pretty much ready.
I was ever so grateful that Cam came to help. She has such a good eye for decorating, and she is also a neat freak, and she knows how to put a kitchen in order.
Wheelie and I went to bed around nine. I got up at six and cleaned my kitchen, when Wheelie got up at seven I raced the vacuum cleaner through the house.
Basically we're back on regular schedule. Bugs went back to work, Boo came here.
She and I went for another shopping trip at Super Target, after which she took a decent nap.
It's now 5:30 and she is in bed again, she was just freaking out a little. She ate her whole dinner and an ice cream cone, but I can tell she is tired.
No wonder, poor baby picks up on the shit vibes, and she has been off her routine for over a week.
I woke up with sun poisoning. Last night I thought I was having a reaction to a new kind of Oil of Olay moisturizer. But when I woke up I recognized it. Eyes puffy and closed shut, cheeks feeling hot and looking and feeling like grapefruit skin, puffy chipmunk cheeks.
Probably happened when I walked Boo around the hospital a hundred times the other day. It was a nice day, sunny and windy. It has happened before, it'll go away in a few days.
So things are quieting down.
Oh I know Bugs is not out of the woods yet! She received a letter from her mortgage company that she has until October 14 to pay up, or else...so at least we still have a few weeks to get everything out and clean up. She won't be able to vacuum, but I told her a few brooms would do just fine.
She is anxious to hear the test results from her doctor, her appointment is Thursday morning.
She also got a call from Nana, and aparently they are not in a position to help her with anything. So much for wanting to help. Well, I think I'll sort of wean the Saturday visits for a while too.
Daddy never showed up with the money. He is three months behind. Bugs sure could use the extra cash (to pay us back, haha)
She is tired. Well, so am I, so is Boo...it'll pass...
The house looks cute, teeny kitchen, small rooms, but very cute. Perfect for 1 1/2 humans.
We got a reply to my ad in the local news paper website for the dog, hopefully that will work out.
And so it goes...........
If this drama is starting to bore y'all, tough titties! :>)
I am primarily writing it for myself, just to vent and keep my sanity.
SGMKJ!
Monday, September 22, 2008
What drug are we on???
Whew!
After Bugs picked up Boo yesterday (they checked out of the hotel at eleven, went to breakfast and managed to be here at FOUR, something I was already counting on) I was SO relieved.
I was SO frigging tired!
I took a long hot shower (to hell with the drought!!) and got into my lounging wear, planning a quick dinner for Wheelie, and then...on to bed with a book................
Or soI thought.................
At six o'clock the phone rings........
Mom.....I am SO overwhelmed, I am trying to clean and pack and, and ,and, and....sniff...
Want me to come and help, baby?
Would you....pleeeaaasseee???
Wheelie looked at me with a silly grin and I went and put my clothes back on, got in the car and off I went to resque my damsel-in-distress-daughter.
She was doing pretty good, considering. She had made quite a dent in the laundry, gotten two rooms empty, filled two large garbage cans. Boo was having a ball running around through all the mess. Not for long however, we got her to sleep rather quickly.
I sat her down first, made some coffee and made her put her feet up. We talked.
Once more I offered our help, ensuring her we don't want to come off like we're trying to interfere, or being nosy. We just want to HELP.
We then rolled up our proverbial sleeves and went to work. As usual, I tackled the kitchen.
Emptied the dish washer, washed the other stuff, and packed everything up as we went. Her diningroom was empty so we designated that room for the packed boxes.
We went from cupboard to cupboard. Amazing what a person can acquire in only a few years.
50% of her stuff she never uses/used, so it either went into the garbage, or on the Goodwill heap.
We finished the kitchen in an hour.
Since Boo was asleep we couldn't do her room, but we dragged out whatever Bugs had already packed and I took about 4 bins home with baby clothes that are too small.
Perhaps eBay, perhaps Goodwill, I'll have to go through it first.
At 8:30 I felt my bloodsugar drop, and I knew it was time for me to quit and go home.
We had another rest and when I was sure she was alright, I left.
PH came over later and together they did more packing.
OH! I forgot!
When she called me she told me that ALL the people who offered to help were all of a sudden avoiding her phone calls, so she called a moving company (on Sunday evening no less) The first guy she talked to said he charged $150 per hour.
No way Jose.
She called the second number, only to find out it was really the same company. But she talked with another fellow who said he would do it for $75 an hour.
A deal!
She also left a message with Nana and Pappi, they offered to take the dog a while back. And they also wanted to buy (MY) freezer.
They never called back.
This morning I pointed the Honda to Bugs's house once again bright and early at eight o'clock.
We did some more packing and cleaning. At 9 sharp the Moving truck honked. It took them one hour to load, 15 minutes to drive to the other house and another hour to unload.
Piece of cake.
Boo and I went to Target in the meantime.
So it's now 12:30, I put the child to bed, where she is pissing and moaning, but I am not going to let her run around. She is VERY tired, and she needs to calm down and regroup too.
Just heard from Bugs, some of her friends have called after all and are coming over to move the small stuff.
The way we kept the mover's cost down was for them to just move the BIG stuff.
I hope the little bugger will fall asleep for a while, because I need to take a rest myself.
So how is YOUR day going?
:>)
SGMKJ!
After Bugs picked up Boo yesterday (they checked out of the hotel at eleven, went to breakfast and managed to be here at FOUR, something I was already counting on) I was SO relieved.
I was SO frigging tired!
I took a long hot shower (to hell with the drought!!) and got into my lounging wear, planning a quick dinner for Wheelie, and then...on to bed with a book................
Or soI thought.................
At six o'clock the phone rings........
Mom.....I am SO overwhelmed, I am trying to clean and pack and, and ,and, and....sniff...
Want me to come and help, baby?
Would you....pleeeaaasseee???
Wheelie looked at me with a silly grin and I went and put my clothes back on, got in the car and off I went to resque my damsel-in-distress-daughter.
She was doing pretty good, considering. She had made quite a dent in the laundry, gotten two rooms empty, filled two large garbage cans. Boo was having a ball running around through all the mess. Not for long however, we got her to sleep rather quickly.
I sat her down first, made some coffee and made her put her feet up. We talked.
Once more I offered our help, ensuring her we don't want to come off like we're trying to interfere, or being nosy. We just want to HELP.
We then rolled up our proverbial sleeves and went to work. As usual, I tackled the kitchen.
Emptied the dish washer, washed the other stuff, and packed everything up as we went. Her diningroom was empty so we designated that room for the packed boxes.
We went from cupboard to cupboard. Amazing what a person can acquire in only a few years.
50% of her stuff she never uses/used, so it either went into the garbage, or on the Goodwill heap.
We finished the kitchen in an hour.
Since Boo was asleep we couldn't do her room, but we dragged out whatever Bugs had already packed and I took about 4 bins home with baby clothes that are too small.
Perhaps eBay, perhaps Goodwill, I'll have to go through it first.
At 8:30 I felt my bloodsugar drop, and I knew it was time for me to quit and go home.
We had another rest and when I was sure she was alright, I left.
PH came over later and together they did more packing.
OH! I forgot!
When she called me she told me that ALL the people who offered to help were all of a sudden avoiding her phone calls, so she called a moving company (on Sunday evening no less) The first guy she talked to said he charged $150 per hour.
No way Jose.
She called the second number, only to find out it was really the same company. But she talked with another fellow who said he would do it for $75 an hour.
A deal!
She also left a message with Nana and Pappi, they offered to take the dog a while back. And they also wanted to buy (MY) freezer.
They never called back.
This morning I pointed the Honda to Bugs's house once again bright and early at eight o'clock.
We did some more packing and cleaning. At 9 sharp the Moving truck honked. It took them one hour to load, 15 minutes to drive to the other house and another hour to unload.
Piece of cake.
Boo and I went to Target in the meantime.
So it's now 12:30, I put the child to bed, where she is pissing and moaning, but I am not going to let her run around. She is VERY tired, and she needs to calm down and regroup too.
Just heard from Bugs, some of her friends have called after all and are coming over to move the small stuff.
The way we kept the mover's cost down was for them to just move the BIG stuff.
I hope the little bugger will fall asleep for a while, because I need to take a rest myself.
So how is YOUR day going?
:>)
SGMKJ!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Happy ever aftering.......................
Pictures before the wedding. The girl on the left got sick during the ceremony and had to run off to barf. The girl to the left of the Bride is another California girl who followed Bugs to Georgia. We have always called her Darnell, she's such a dits...she once told us she wanted to become a back stage DANCER...o...k...She came to Georgia and got enchanted with the seedier side of Atlanta, she resides in East Point, has a 4 week old baby girl, she did not become a back stage dancer, but she is dancing....in a strip club...
Sweet girl though...our Darnell....
Bugs (on the right) looked peeked, her dress was too large, she bought it when she was 15 pounds heavier.
The theme was simple, green, cotton and sun flowers, vegetarian food, a damn bubble machine, an unflappable wedding couple, a sick bridesmaid, a ruffled maid of honor...
Many good looking quests, and a gorgeous setting on the Chattahootchee River
The setting was spectacular. Sun going down over the river, the trees seem to be changing colors already. Very pretty.
Our flower girl, when she still had all her wits about her.
Before the wedding.
The dress was too large, Bugs never bothered to fit her, but oh well.
She looked adorable, and everyone loved her...
until.....
The flower girl and the ring bearer, at the damn bubble machine.
When those two discovered this machine, smack right in the middle of the ceremony, all bets were off, all the kids came running and the adults were sending us dirty looks for not controlling our children.
When I grabbed Boo and tried to haul her inside, and out the other side of the building, she threw the hissy fit of all ages, I am sure the entire county heard it. There was NO quieting her.
So I let her back at the damn bubble machine.
The ceremony went on unperturbed. The couple said their vows, the preacher sang a song to them, they looked absolutely stunningly happy.
They could care less that the population under 2 was having a screaming fit.
It was the guests (most of whom came an hour late so the ceremony didn't start until 7:30)
who were throwing darts of disgust at me, and another Oma, both of us just gave up and smiled at each other. I don't know who the woman was, but I hope she didn't feel guilty.
What was most important was that Maddie and Will had the wedding of their dreams.
I think they succeeded. They are such a sweet couple. I wish them all the happiness in the world.
As soon as they lined up for the reception though, Wheelie decided that it was time to go.
I called Bugs to take care of Boo, take off her dress and put on her jammies and strap her in the car seat while I dragged Wheelie through the grass and got him in the car.
I felt that Bugs was a little upset with me, but then maybe not. She was just not herself, and I was pretty much livid at the end, so my sense of perception was probably out of whack.
On the way home it took Boo about ten minutes to stop crying, but then she settled down and fell asleep.
As for me...I won't go into it, it was a lovely wedding....and that's what's important.
As for Wheelie....he squeezed my arm in the car and smiled at me...something he doesn't do very often, so I took that as a generous and loving gift of understanding and support.
We all went to bed very early last night and all had a good rest.
Boo woke up happy, We all got showered and dressed and ate breakfast.
I took Boo out for a little walk, and now she is taking her nap.
SGMKJ!
When those two discovered this machine, smack right in the middle of the ceremony, all bets were off, all the kids came running and the adults were sending us dirty looks for not controlling our children.
When I grabbed Boo and tried to haul her inside, and out the other side of the building, she threw the hissy fit of all ages, I am sure the entire county heard it. There was NO quieting her.
So I let her back at the damn bubble machine.
The ceremony went on unperturbed. The couple said their vows, the preacher sang a song to them, they looked absolutely stunningly happy.
They could care less that the population under 2 was having a screaming fit.
It was the guests (most of whom came an hour late so the ceremony didn't start until 7:30)
who were throwing darts of disgust at me, and another Oma, both of us just gave up and smiled at each other. I don't know who the woman was, but I hope she didn't feel guilty.
What was most important was that Maddie and Will had the wedding of their dreams.
I think they succeeded. They are such a sweet couple. I wish them all the happiness in the world.
As soon as they lined up for the reception though, Wheelie decided that it was time to go.
I called Bugs to take care of Boo, take off her dress and put on her jammies and strap her in the car seat while I dragged Wheelie through the grass and got him in the car.
I felt that Bugs was a little upset with me, but then maybe not. She was just not herself, and I was pretty much livid at the end, so my sense of perception was probably out of whack.
On the way home it took Boo about ten minutes to stop crying, but then she settled down and fell asleep.
As for me...I won't go into it, it was a lovely wedding....and that's what's important.
As for Wheelie....he squeezed my arm in the car and smiled at me...something he doesn't do very often, so I took that as a generous and loving gift of understanding and support.
We all went to bed very early last night and all had a good rest.
Boo woke up happy, We all got showered and dressed and ate breakfast.
I took Boo out for a little walk, and now she is taking her nap.
SGMKJ!
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Two hours of peace and quiet.......we hope....
Saturday, 1:06pm
Boo is taking her nap after a busy and hectic morning. She slept through the night, which is not something I can say for myself. I went to sleep early, at ten, but woke up at two, so I did my middle-of-the-night thing, got up, watched TV, drank some tea, then went back to bed.
Baby woke up at seven sharp, ready and roaring to go.
We're not used to this chipper stuff so early in the morning...we need coffee and tea and the newspaper.....
Gave her breakfast, got Wheelie up, took Boo to the post office to mail a few things.
Then we trucked on over to Target, where I walked around aimlessly, not remembering why I was there. I gave up and went home. To hell with it. Was probably not important anyway.
I let Boo run around the neighborhood again for a while, then fed her lunch, and when she wouldn't leave me alone while I was on the crapper, I threw her in bed for her nap.
I was having (sorry folks) tummy problems....if you know what I mean....
I am losing my patience, can you tell?
Bugs called around noon. They were in the midst of decorating the wedding place.
I asked her if she remembered to bring the BIG stroller (mine is one of those umbrella fold up types, and Boo hates it unless it's moving)
.....silence......
uhhh......PH drove (PH the new boyfriend, who, by the way, is a nice guy, he refused to let Bugs drive in her "condition"), Mom, we took his truck....I forgot the stroller....it's in the trunk of the car, and the car is parked at Ingles....
I don't have the extra key and I'll be damned if I'm going to root through her house to find it.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For the past hour I've been taking advantage of the peace and quiet to gather the stuff together for this afternoon.
Bugs took the directions I printed out and didn't bother bringing them back, so I had to do that.
I had to file my nails (I WAS planning on going to the salon yesterday, but....)
I ironed Wheelie's one and only white long sleeved shirt, and dusted off his one and only pair of slacks. He won't be able to wear his one and only pair of fancy shoes, because his feet are swollen and his large toes point upwards now, so he'll have to wear his sandals, thank god they're black.
BUT...he will have to wear his one and only pair of black socks, which are really for very cold weather and are rather thick. Perhaps it will dip down below 0° tonight...we can dream...:>)
Oh well...
I am wearing a long cotton printed skirt with a brown T shirt and my linen jacket. It IS a casual (green) affair after all, who cares?
I still have to take a shower and DO my hair. Boo needs to be fed dinner around 3:30, and given a bath...
We are planning to leave around four, we're expected at five, the wedding is at six.
And we'll be going home at seven.
*LOL*
So everything considered, I'm on track. Sort of.
If I could just keep those windmills of my mind quiet for the next few days, I'll be alright.
If not, I will instruct Bugs to write my last blog and give you all the eulogy.
Have a great weekend y'all!
And yes, I WILL post pictures of the wedding tomorrow.
SGMKJ!
Boo is taking her nap after a busy and hectic morning. She slept through the night, which is not something I can say for myself. I went to sleep early, at ten, but woke up at two, so I did my middle-of-the-night thing, got up, watched TV, drank some tea, then went back to bed.
Baby woke up at seven sharp, ready and roaring to go.
We're not used to this chipper stuff so early in the morning...we need coffee and tea and the newspaper.....
Gave her breakfast, got Wheelie up, took Boo to the post office to mail a few things.
Then we trucked on over to Target, where I walked around aimlessly, not remembering why I was there. I gave up and went home. To hell with it. Was probably not important anyway.
I let Boo run around the neighborhood again for a while, then fed her lunch, and when she wouldn't leave me alone while I was on the crapper, I threw her in bed for her nap.
I was having (sorry folks) tummy problems....if you know what I mean....
I am losing my patience, can you tell?
Bugs called around noon. They were in the midst of decorating the wedding place.
I asked her if she remembered to bring the BIG stroller (mine is one of those umbrella fold up types, and Boo hates it unless it's moving)
.....silence......
uhhh......PH drove (PH the new boyfriend, who, by the way, is a nice guy, he refused to let Bugs drive in her "condition"), Mom, we took his truck....I forgot the stroller....it's in the trunk of the car, and the car is parked at Ingles....
I don't have the extra key and I'll be damned if I'm going to root through her house to find it.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For the past hour I've been taking advantage of the peace and quiet to gather the stuff together for this afternoon.
Bugs took the directions I printed out and didn't bother bringing them back, so I had to do that.
I had to file my nails (I WAS planning on going to the salon yesterday, but....)
I ironed Wheelie's one and only white long sleeved shirt, and dusted off his one and only pair of slacks. He won't be able to wear his one and only pair of fancy shoes, because his feet are swollen and his large toes point upwards now, so he'll have to wear his sandals, thank god they're black.
BUT...he will have to wear his one and only pair of black socks, which are really for very cold weather and are rather thick. Perhaps it will dip down below 0° tonight...we can dream...:>)
Oh well...
I am wearing a long cotton printed skirt with a brown T shirt and my linen jacket. It IS a casual (green) affair after all, who cares?
I still have to take a shower and DO my hair. Boo needs to be fed dinner around 3:30, and given a bath...
We are planning to leave around four, we're expected at five, the wedding is at six.
And we'll be going home at seven.
*LOL*
So everything considered, I'm on track. Sort of.
If I could just keep those windmills of my mind quiet for the next few days, I'll be alright.
If not, I will instruct Bugs to write my last blog and give you all the eulogy.
Have a great weekend y'all!
And yes, I WILL post pictures of the wedding tomorrow.
SGMKJ!
Friday, September 19, 2008
We keep on truckin'..........
PriscillaFree to a good home
jack russel/whippet mix, spayed
good with humans of any size
We spent/wasted another good morning at the hospital for Bugs' ultrasound. Apparently the doctor's office and them had their signals crossed and she wasn't on the "list"
We weren't about to go home and insisted on getting the damn ultrasound. It took an hour and a half.
Again Oma strollered Boo around the hospital and thank god found a nice little courtyard where I could let her lose in the grass.
After that we tried to find a gas station that still sold gas..(we did find one, a Citgo station, which, I usually boycott because of the Chavez/Venezuela connection. But it being the only game in town, I had no choice) we did some errands quickly.
Bugs is still sore, but her meds are keeping her relatively happy.
I took her home and brought Boo home with me, no use her having to drop her off this afternoon when they go do the rehearsal.
Like I wrote yesterday, last night I got this phone call. It was Daddy. He couldn't get a hold of Bugs, so he wanted to know if I could give him her phone number (HA!) He said the check he sent to child services had the wrong case number on it, and that's why they didn't get it (huh?) So he wanted to just give her some cash.
Well, I told him, you can come by HERE and drop it off, I'll be more than happy to give it to her.
I think that kind of surprised him, so he said: ok...
Two minutes later the phone rings again.
uhhhhhhh.......I don't drive.... (duhhhh)
I told him, you have friends, have one of them drop it of.
It threw him for a loop again...By this time he sounded a bit strung out.
uhhh....o.k.......(duhhh)
Of course no one ever showed up with or without money, se we figure it was just a ruse to get her number.
If anything, our life is....entertaining....
:>)
I've placed a few ads in several places for the dog and the cats. Free to a good home etc etc...
I hope she doesn't have to end up taking them to the pound.
SGMKJ!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I don't have a big enough fan for the shit to hit.........
At least one of my friends sent me a very uplifting email this morning, basically telling me I had two choices every day. I could decide to have a bad day, or a good day. It was one of those forwarded deals.
This one could not have come at a better time.
Of course I had planned to spend my entire day laying around reading, munching and doing absolutely nothing.
Last night Bugs and the Bride came over to print some little notes to attach to the 'thank you' gifts.
Bugs wasn't feeling well. I could tell, she was looking rather peeked, and she was complaining that she was probably going to have her period.
Last night she called again. She had a splitting headache and sharp pains in her side, so bad she couldn't bend. She was running a fever of 101 °. Should she just take some Advil?
Hmmm...no, my child...you have health insurance...you can afford to go to the damn doctor.
She managed to get an appointment this morning at 9:30.
As I drive up to her house this morning there's a white truck parked on her lawn, the meter reader, I thought...
Wrong!
They were turning off her water....
I packed the girls in the car, and stuffed the water bill in my purse, told her not to worry, if we pay it before four it'll be connected again before you get home.
At the doctor's I strollered Boo around the building about a hundred times, as she didn't want to sit still inside. Oma got her exersize :>)
Finally Bugs came out...in tears....
He says it's my gall bladder!!
It took another half hour strollering for the lab work.
So basically, she is fighting an infection. Most likely her gall bladder. She talked with the doc about her participation of the wedding this weekend, and how she couldn't miss it, since one of the brides maids had cancelled already, leaving the bride with one bridesmaid and one maid of honor.
The doc told her if he had HIS way, she would be in the hospital, but he understood her predicament. So he called in a prescription for antibiotics to fight the infection and gave her some meds in case of pain.
Of course she also was right about her period starting, something which in our family is truly and has always been A CURSE...I mean, C R A M P S!
So off we went to the Water Department to pay her bill, then to the pharmacy to pick up the meds and the grocery store to pick up some food. The doc told her to eat bland food for now, like lame sandwiches, oatmeal and bananas. No dairy, no spices, no roughage.
After taking some Advil she started to feel better. I dropped them off at two pm...where does the time go when you are having fun?
So tomorrow morning she has an appointment for an ultra sound at the hospital. If it's gall stones, they will schedule surgery. If they don't find stones, she will have to have a different test, but the doc told her that no matter what, the bladder had to come out.
Something new for this girl. She's never been in the hospital, had any surgery, except when she had Boo, of course. Never really been sick. It threw her for a loop.
The doc was also very concerned with her weight. She weighed a whopping 101 lbs. I knew she was too thin. She has no butt, she is gaunt and her neck vertibrea stick out. It's not that she is not eating, she is just not eating when she should, and as I pointed out to her, there are a few issues in her life right now that really pile on the stress.
Her job
Her ex
Her house
Her move
Her friend's wedding
I left her to fend for herself at home, she seemed to feel a little better, the baby was happy to be home again. She called the Bride, who told her not to worry IF she decided to call this off.
She called her boss to warn him the will need a two week sick leave soon...
It's a good thing I still had a check from one of my (paid off) Visa cards, so I deposited some money into my bank account to cover whatever will come up in the next couple of days.
Daddy surprised me with a call just now. He wants to give Bugs some money. Aparently the check he sent to child services had the wrong case number on it. He wants her to have the money while they straighten that out in the meantime. I told him: we're home, bring it here.
Never a dull moment you say?
:>)
SGMKJ!
This one could not have come at a better time.
Of course I had planned to spend my entire day laying around reading, munching and doing absolutely nothing.
Last night Bugs and the Bride came over to print some little notes to attach to the 'thank you' gifts.
Bugs wasn't feeling well. I could tell, she was looking rather peeked, and she was complaining that she was probably going to have her period.
Last night she called again. She had a splitting headache and sharp pains in her side, so bad she couldn't bend. She was running a fever of 101 °. Should she just take some Advil?
Hmmm...no, my child...you have health insurance...you can afford to go to the damn doctor.
She managed to get an appointment this morning at 9:30.
As I drive up to her house this morning there's a white truck parked on her lawn, the meter reader, I thought...
Wrong!
They were turning off her water....
I packed the girls in the car, and stuffed the water bill in my purse, told her not to worry, if we pay it before four it'll be connected again before you get home.
At the doctor's I strollered Boo around the building about a hundred times, as she didn't want to sit still inside. Oma got her exersize :>)
Finally Bugs came out...in tears....
He says it's my gall bladder!!
It took another half hour strollering for the lab work.
So basically, she is fighting an infection. Most likely her gall bladder. She talked with the doc about her participation of the wedding this weekend, and how she couldn't miss it, since one of the brides maids had cancelled already, leaving the bride with one bridesmaid and one maid of honor.
The doc told her if he had HIS way, she would be in the hospital, but he understood her predicament. So he called in a prescription for antibiotics to fight the infection and gave her some meds in case of pain.
Of course she also was right about her period starting, something which in our family is truly and has always been A CURSE...I mean, C R A M P S!
So off we went to the Water Department to pay her bill, then to the pharmacy to pick up the meds and the grocery store to pick up some food. The doc told her to eat bland food for now, like lame sandwiches, oatmeal and bananas. No dairy, no spices, no roughage.
After taking some Advil she started to feel better. I dropped them off at two pm...where does the time go when you are having fun?
So tomorrow morning she has an appointment for an ultra sound at the hospital. If it's gall stones, they will schedule surgery. If they don't find stones, she will have to have a different test, but the doc told her that no matter what, the bladder had to come out.
Something new for this girl. She's never been in the hospital, had any surgery, except when she had Boo, of course. Never really been sick. It threw her for a loop.
The doc was also very concerned with her weight. She weighed a whopping 101 lbs. I knew she was too thin. She has no butt, she is gaunt and her neck vertibrea stick out. It's not that she is not eating, she is just not eating when she should, and as I pointed out to her, there are a few issues in her life right now that really pile on the stress.
Her job
Her ex
Her house
Her move
Her friend's wedding
I left her to fend for herself at home, she seemed to feel a little better, the baby was happy to be home again. She called the Bride, who told her not to worry IF she decided to call this off.
She called her boss to warn him the will need a two week sick leave soon...
It's a good thing I still had a check from one of my (paid off) Visa cards, so I deposited some money into my bank account to cover whatever will come up in the next couple of days.
Daddy surprised me with a call just now. He wants to give Bugs some money. Aparently the check he sent to child services had the wrong case number on it. He wants her to have the money while they straighten that out in the meantime. I told him: we're home, bring it here.
Never a dull moment you say?
:>)
SGMKJ!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Article written by my old friend
Nope, this is not a political rant.
I've learned my lesson and will shut up from now on, except among my other Obama cronies.
No, this is an article written by my old neighbor in Washington about her grandmother, after whom the named a waterfront park in Seattle.
I found it after the Park was once again mentioned in one of the mystery novels I am reading.
I've learned my lesson and will shut up from now on, except among my other Obama cronies.
No, this is an article written by my old neighbor in Washington about her grandmother, after whom the named a waterfront park in Seattle.
I found it after the Park was once again mentioned in one of the mystery novels I am reading.
THE SEATTLE TIMES, January, 2007
Lindalee
Remembering Myrtle Edwards
Special to The Times
While attending the dedication and opening of Seattle's spectacular new Olympic Sculpture Park, I heard numerous people ask, "Who was Myrtle Edwards?" — the namesake of the public waterfront park adjacent to the sculpture garden.
Beside the fact she was my grandmother, she was a pioneering civic leader whose life and works helped lay the foundation for much of what we still see, experience and enjoy today.
Myrtle Edwards was born in the 1890s, growing up before women had the right to vote. Her first love, and career, was in music. With a degree from the University of Illinois, she became a voice teacher at the American Conservatory of Music in Chicago. There, she met and married Harlan H. Edwards, a civil engineer and the son of the founding family of the American Conservatory of Music.
My grandmother and grandfather moved to the Seattle area in the early 1940s, where Myrtle quickly became involved in organizations like the League of Women Voters and the Seattle Council of Churches. She and Harlan were also members of the Audubon Society and the Sierra Club.
When their youngest child went to college, Myrtle went back to school at the University of Washington to get her degree in political science, and officially got into politics.
She was president of both the Seattle and Washington state League of Women Voters. In 1955, she was appointed to the Seattle City Council and elected a year later. She later served as president of the City Council.
In each of her elections when the council was still elected at large, she was the top vote-getter, and during the 1964 election she received more votes than any other council candidate had ever received. In May of 1964, she was named Seattle Beautiful, Inc.'s Citizen of the Year. She died at the height of her political career in a tragic car accident in 1969.
As a councilwoman, she channeled her passion for parks by chairing the City Council Parks and Public Grounds Committee, later called the Seattle Parks Department. During her tenure, the Parks Department presided over the replacement of the old Civic Auditorium with a new Opera House, adding a new Exhibition Hall, Playhouse and Arena. This was the grounds for the Century 21 World's Fair of 1962, which included the building of nearly all that we now know as the Seattle Center. As a supporter of the arts in all its various forms, she was most proud of the remodeled Opera House and the various theaters on its campus.
Myrtle Edwards was a true visionary. She recognized the value of green space over high-rises and fought to make it an integral part of the city.
This value of green space was evident in the projects she became involved with. She negotiated the purchase of the land for Gas Works Park at below market value, in hopes the gasworks plant would be torn down to create a beachfront park on Lake Union. She helped in the planning of Freeway Park, which was built after she died. She supported the preservation of the Pike Place Market, the naturalization of Woodland Park Zoo, and hopes for a Seattle waterfront aquarium. She always was in support of the beautification and naturalization of public lands for people to enjoy.
Growing up, I remember her comments whenever she saw a dumping ground or wrecking yard: "They ought to clean that up and turn it into a park."
The Elliott Bay Park, later named in her honor, was just such a park. A former dumping ground for construction and industrial projects, its transformation into a waterfront park overlooking Puget Sound was exactly the kind of project she pushed for.
To now have her park be neighbor to the Seattle Art Museum's new Olympic Sculpture Park is an even greater honor to her values and passion.
What once was wasted and contaminated industrial land has been innovatively reclaimed, with the lots joined together to create a beautiful platform of modern art and nature. This new expanse along Elliott Bay is exactly the kind of park Myrtle Edwards would have loved.
Lindalee is a chaplain resident at Swedish Medical Center and in the process of ordination with the United Church of Christ. She is one of Myrtle Edwards' two grandchildren.
It's a little nippy outside today
Just when you think you've got it made, another sleepless night creeps up on you...
Hate those nights...
I didn't want to take my sleeping pill because Boo was spending the night and I wanted to be able to hear her if she woke up.
So of course I dozed for ten minutes around about midnight, and tossed and turned, and went pee about ten times. At four thirty I had had enough and I got up. Made coffee, got the paper, watched the early news.
At 5 I crawled back in bed and slept until Boo woke up at seven. She always wakes up in stages. First you hear her stretch and mumble, then she starts to 'read' her book...
Ooooooo OO!!....buh buh buh BBBBBBB!!.............kuh kuh kuh KKKKKK!!!!......
At seven thirty she got loud, so I hauled my sorry butt out of bed.
As soon as I walked in her room it was : Hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Happy to see me, eager to be picked up and taken out of bed. I changed her diaper, gave her some milk and got Wheelie up.
She had fun standing in front of the shower door and watch Opa take his shower, she got bored rather fast though, as a large black cricket was discovered on the floor who kept her attention for a while.
I got everyone some breakfast and she and I got dressed. I tried to get to my email, but I guess that will have to wait. :>)
We made the bed, we did the dishes, we watched Curious George.
We put on our walking shoes and went for a walk around the neighborhood. She did the entire 1/2 mile circle, checking out every spot on the road, picking up every pebble on the path to the mail box, had to touch every tree and blade of grass....said hello to everyone walking by.
She was like the little Energizer Bunny, she kept on trucking with those little Nikes on...
The exersize had the expected effect, huray! When we got back home it was 10:15 and I put her to bed for a nap with some juice.
The weather has really changed. It's only about 70 ° out there, overcast, windy.
Perfect timing, as I needed to do some bill paying and chekbook balancing. I do my banking online, which is extremely handy, I just love the convenience. And I really don't ever have to balance my checkbook anymore, hehe...
The only downside is that I discovered I only have about $29 in the bank until next Wednesday. UFDA!
That's what you get when you run around buying shoes....at least I have gas in the tank ($4.10 a gallon yesterday) and I don't need anything right now...
Living paycheck to paycheck it rather pathetic, you'd think we'd get used to it after 27 years...:>)
SGMKJ!
Hate those nights...
I didn't want to take my sleeping pill because Boo was spending the night and I wanted to be able to hear her if she woke up.
So of course I dozed for ten minutes around about midnight, and tossed and turned, and went pee about ten times. At four thirty I had had enough and I got up. Made coffee, got the paper, watched the early news.
At 5 I crawled back in bed and slept until Boo woke up at seven. She always wakes up in stages. First you hear her stretch and mumble, then she starts to 'read' her book...
Ooooooo OO!!....buh buh buh BBBBBBB!!.............kuh kuh kuh KKKKKK!!!!......
At seven thirty she got loud, so I hauled my sorry butt out of bed.
As soon as I walked in her room it was : Hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Happy to see me, eager to be picked up and taken out of bed. I changed her diaper, gave her some milk and got Wheelie up.
She had fun standing in front of the shower door and watch Opa take his shower, she got bored rather fast though, as a large black cricket was discovered on the floor who kept her attention for a while.
I got everyone some breakfast and she and I got dressed. I tried to get to my email, but I guess that will have to wait. :>)
We made the bed, we did the dishes, we watched Curious George.
We put on our walking shoes and went for a walk around the neighborhood. She did the entire 1/2 mile circle, checking out every spot on the road, picking up every pebble on the path to the mail box, had to touch every tree and blade of grass....said hello to everyone walking by.
She was like the little Energizer Bunny, she kept on trucking with those little Nikes on...
The exersize had the expected effect, huray! When we got back home it was 10:15 and I put her to bed for a nap with some juice.
The weather has really changed. It's only about 70 ° out there, overcast, windy.
Perfect timing, as I needed to do some bill paying and chekbook balancing. I do my banking online, which is extremely handy, I just love the convenience. And I really don't ever have to balance my checkbook anymore, hehe...
The only downside is that I discovered I only have about $29 in the bank until next Wednesday. UFDA!
That's what you get when you run around buying shoes....at least I have gas in the tank ($4.10 a gallon yesterday) and I don't need anything right now...
Living paycheck to paycheck it rather pathetic, you'd think we'd get used to it after 27 years...:>)
SGMKJ!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
By George, I think we've got it!
The girls...Bugs, Maddie-the-Bride, and Cam
It is now 3 pm and this is the first time today I get to sit down and relax a little.
At 9 am I got in the car and drove 59.6 miles out to Famous Footwear in Suwanee, Georgia, which is located way out north west, and requires a huge round about trip over I-285 and GA 400.
I have never even been in that part of Georgia, so it was with some trepidation that I took the trip.
I'm too cheap to get me one of those gadgets that tells you where to go, so I had to rely on Mapquest, which is not always too exact.
But...the traffic was light...I made it in a little over an hour...
The store was located in a brand new shopping mall, and the lady that I talked with yesterday turned out very helpful after all. I was just glad they had the damned shoes.
So I decided to look around...and guess what I found? A pair of pink Converse tennies for bugs! It even has tiny silver flowers on it.
PERFECT!
I did find these shoes online at the Converse website last night, and ordered them. Only to find out they were back ordered until late October. So I had to cancel that order.
I didn't think I would ever find these shoes so we all decided that she would wear her pink Crocs instead.
Funny how these things work out, isn't it?
So I was a happy camper today. I swung by Super Target on my way home for some groceries and a few yards of green ribbon for laces, and here I am...pooped...hot...but SO relieved!
We're all set, outfit wise, and Boo can use this little dress for Halloween too!
The weather is kind of poopie today, lots of clouds in the sky. No rain...yet...it's muggy in the house as I turned the AC off, and leaving the doors open just makes the air more humid.
Anyway.........................time for me to go and take a wee little nap....Boo-boo will be dropped off at six, so Mom can go to her bachelorette party with the girls. Tomorrow morning she is getting her hair cut, and after that the girls will go get their FEET done...brrrr
Guess that's something brides and friends do?...I dunno...
Bug's friend Maddie, the one who's getting hitched told her: if you're ever thinking of getting married, DO NOT have a wedding! It's TOO stressful!!!
*lol*
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....a nice cool glass of Chardonnay.....feet up, and eyes closed............
SGMKJ!
Monday, September 15, 2008
Shoes.............................
Another day, another wild goose chase.
MAN, am I tired!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We started out this morning around 10am, Bugs and Boo still needed shoes for the wedding.
We decided to stay local at first, meaning our local Kohl's and Belk's and Target.....no go....
So we drove to the mall, 25 miles south...we found the shoes Bugs needed, but not in her size.
Our search for Boo's pink high top Converse shoes was also a wash, as they did not have a size five in ANY of the stores that sold them. Size 6 was too large, she would trip over her own toes.
It's now getting to be about 1pm and we're getting tired, cranky and our blood sugar is getting low.
The Starbuck's drinks didn't do us much good either. All three of us were bouncing in our seats.
At this point we're stopping at every large shoe emporium on the large thoroughfare in Kennesaw, where they have those huge warehouse type stores. I kept Boo entertained in the car while Bugs would pop inside the store and look.
To no avail!
The last place we stopped was Babies R Us at the end of the road. By this time this child is looking a bit green around the gills, so I grab a box of snacks from the shelf, open it and let her eat...
Of course they don't have the shoes, we pay for the snacks and head home.
We decided right there and then she would just wear her pink Crocs...
We accomplished ONE thing though. At Kohl's I let Bugs pick out a set of dinnerware, which she desperately needs. Plus some extra mugs and plates. This is our housewarming gift, by the way.
On the drive home Bugs got on her phone and called every Naturalizer store in Georgia...no one has the shoes...
We got home, Boo is super hyper, I let her run around the street (in her new Nikes and her Levi's) and let Bugs make a few phone calls.
She had to make reservations for the club they are going to tomorrow night for the bachelorette party.
We had something to eat, changed the baby, and they were off.
I sat my ass behind the computer and promised myself to find those damned shoes if it took me all night.
And guess what?
I found them!
The store they are at doesn't ship out (BAD customer service...I was told they don't take credit cards over the phone for security reasons? HUH?)
So I will drive to Suwanee tomorrow, an hour 1/2 drive one way, and pick up a $25 pair of shoes, hell, at least they're on sale!
The really funny thing about this whole thing is this:
I get many catalogs for the more 'mature' crowd (and bigger too, ahem) and in one of them they had these same shoes. I showed Bugs these a month ago, but she poo-poo-ed the idea. She said: oh, they're cute...but...
HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
I just LOVE being right!
And so it goes...another day...another dollar....
Better get to bed early tomorrow, it's gonna be a loooooooooooong day!
SGMKJ!
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Bainbridge Island
Last night as I was waiting for my Advil PM to kick in, I let my mind wander back 27 years ago, right after Wheelie and I were married.
Since he lived in New York City and I lived in Oakland Ca. it took some doing to move everything to Washington State.
The moves didn't phase us in the least though. It was a wonderful challenge and we were young(er), and happy...
After our wedding Wheelie and I went on a honeymoon in Seattle, where he had accepted a job as Vice President of Production with a small record company. We needed to find ourselves a place to live. We were immediately urged by many of his new co-workers to check out "the island"....this being Bainbridge Island, in the Puget Sound, a 40 minute ferry ride from Seattle.
http://bainbridgeisland.com/
So we rented a car, got on the ferry, which was a trip in itself, and took the trip to what would be the first home for us as a couple.
We drove around a bit at first, and discovered a place that was like heaven on earth. There was one main highway which ran from the harbor and the tiny and only town of Winslow north to Poulso and Bremerton.
All the other roads on the island were basically two lane asphalt roads. There were no neighborhoods, just homes plunked in the woods. There were however, some parts on the island which one could consider more affluent than others, the island boasted a nice mix of very expensive, beach type mansions, smaller inland homes, a few farms, one elementary school, one middle school, and one high school.
The beach area facing Seattle was the most spectacular, and for us the least affordable area to live.
We drove around, and fell in love with the island, so green, so lush with vegetation, huge trees, wonderful birds, great beaches.
The town of Winslow sported a few great restaurants, a few boutiques, and art galleries.
We decided to get some help househunting, and we stopped at a real estate office. We were given a few options and so we went, map in hand, and looked a a few homes.
All of them were wonderful, and affordable.
We chose this one. It was located in the middle of the island, right behind the elementary school, which was handy, since my son was still in 4th grade.
The house was built by a couple who was stationed in Germany. He was a civil engineer with the military, and they were going to be overseas for at least two years.So it was brand new, as they were called to Germany pretty much right after they finished the house.
It was huge!
The first picture shows the front. It was built on a slight hill. To the left was a huge family room with vaulted ceilings and windows up to the roof. We had a glorious view of the woods on all sides of the house. There were three bedrooms upstairs and two bathrooms.
The downstairs was an unfinished basement which ran along the entire house. There was a large backyard, mostly grass with a few big hemlock trees. The house had the largest deck in the back we had ever seen.
The rent was a whopping $500. Amazing, even in those days. The decision was easy. This was it!
Thanks to this swift turn of events, we were able to spend the rest of the week loafing around Seattle. Wheelie loved shopping, much to my delight, and we spent days roaming around downtown, visited the Space Needle, and explored the magnificent Pike Place Market.
http://www.pikeplacemarket.org/frameset.asp?flash=true
Downtown Seattle is a great shopping place, with the original Eddie Bauer store, Nordstrom, Frederick Nelson and the Bon Marche. It's a very clean city, and no, not because of the rain.
Actually, we never really thought it rained much in Seattle, at least not when we were there.
The Aquarium, the Waterfront, the ferry system, it was all just like Disney World to us.
When the week was over, Wheelie went back to New York to get his move organized, and I did the same back in Oakland.
A few weeks later he flew to California, rented a large Uhaul and loaded it up. We picked up the dogs from Wheelie's kids' house along the way, and up we went!
The first day was a bit tricky with two hyper basenjis in the cab of the truck and a wiggly 9 year old. But we made it in three days. We stopped at Wheelie's mom's house on Orgeon on the way as well.
It took us a while to get everything moved in and sorted out. But the house was large enough to store all our doubles (two ironing boards, two of everything....we did have an amazingly successfull garage sale!)
And I had this neighbor......:>)
Her name was Lindalee, she was married to a firefighter/car mechanic, and had two adorable children, Sadie and Ryan. Sadie was a precocious three year old with the biggest cheeks, and Ryan was the baby I think he was 6 months old. Lindalee is one of those souls who just comes up to you and wraps herself around you with warmth and love, and in no time, we were best friends.
We differed about 15 years in age. She was a born again Christian, I was the liberal Buddhist-slash-Unitarian-slash tree hugger. She offered her services as hostess to the island, let me do my laundry in her house, took me shopping. For two years we didn't own a car there, so once a week she and I with the two little ones would drive up to one of the larger supermarkets in Bremerton to do our grocery shopping.
When she had to have surgery, I watched the kids, when she was sick I cleaned her house. She in turn taught me how to make jam and preserve food, and make Almond Roca.
After all these years, we both have gone through some trying times, she is a brave soul, went through some serious health scares, two divorces, trouble with the kids when they grew up. But she persevered. It took her a while, but she went back to school and became an ordained minister, and has been working with wayward teens and runs an AIDS ministry in Seattle.
Currently she is remarried and happy, Sadie is all grown up and runs a successfull business, Ryan was diagnosed with ADHD and when he reached adulthood came out of the closet, an event which cleared up much confusion and pain for him. According to his mom he is doing great, despite his tough younger years. He has been working as a UPS driver for years, plays piano, composes and is in a happy relationship.
Distance and circumstances made us drift apart, but once a year I get a letter, usually around Christmas, and there will be a flurry of mail back and forth.
One of these days I WILL go back there and visit her again.
She was one of those people who appear in your life right when you need them. And it doesn't matter that we're apart. I know she is still THERE, and will always have a very special place in my heart.
Our first Thanksgiving.Wheelie was quite a cook, and this turkey tasted as amazing as it looked.
Sadie and Ryan, 1981
Bugs, Sadie and Ryan, 1984 (5?)So we moved in and life settled down nicely.
Wheelie walked the 4 miles back and forth to the ferry every day. His company was located across the street from where the ferry docked in Seattle. He would listen to his Walkman, and carry his briefcase on his back.
When I wanted to go to town, I would also walk to the ferry. Sometimes Linda would give me a ride.
But we did an enormous amount of walking. Every Sunday we would hike around the island.
We usually ended up on the beach, discovering many wonderful places along the way. Once during low tide we found a huge field of sand dollar shells, thousands of them. Another time we miscalculated the tide and we were almost washed out to the sound. We literally had to scramble up to a bunch of rocks to stay dry. We both were in top shape in those days!
The island offered so many neat things. So many trees, flowers and plants we had never seen before, tons and tons of rhododendrons. Quail, ducks, geese, cranes, herons, all sorts of different birds. We kept a list of the birds that would come to our feeders on the back porch. From humming birds to evening gross beaks, purple and other finches, lots of blue jays....
Wheelie had a little garden out in the back where he grew tomatoes, beans of all sorts, broccoli, potatoes, zucchini.....
The island had several farms where we could just go and get stuff. Behind our house was a large raspberry farm, where you could go and fill your baskets for mere pennies. When the cherry trees were loaded with fruit, we were welcome to come and climb the ladders and pick them, same with apples and pears.
Wheelie attempted to make cherry wine at one time, he had bottles with balloons fastened with rubber bands in the bathroom down in the basement. Of course the bottles eventually exploded and made quite a mess down there...
I made jam and zucchini bread until it came out of my ears.
I hated canning!!!! SO I froze a lot instead. Gave our tomatoes to Linda to can, same with the beans.
Wheelie gave me the incredible gift of allowing me to "just" be a housewife for a change. I stayed at home, enjoyed my new "job", and set out to make this our home. I crocheted valances for all our windows, about 10 yards of them in total. I made quilts, painted some, and generally just enjoyed life. My son went to school, had fun, made friends.
On Saturdays everyone on the island went garage sale-ing. There would be a line of cars snaking over the island following each other from one sale to the next. There were always terrific things for sale, and my son and I enjoyed going on our hunts.
Life was bliss......and no, I will never forget those years, and every time life is rough around here, all I have to do is picture myself on that back porch, or walking the dogs, or working in the yard...or enjoying my friends....and realize that yes, despite all the heartache and problems, we are a blessed family...
SGMKJ!
Friday, September 12, 2008
Pretty darn good Friday
Bugs signed her lease today.
She will get the keys next Monday.
She won't have to pay the rent for the last days of September and will start paying October 1st.
Even though the place has a new coat of paint inside, Bugs didn't like the bright blue in her bed and bathroom, so the guy is going to repaint it a more neutral color *S*
She took some pictures with my camera but ran out of batteries, and the ones she took were not too good.
But her new landlord took plenty of them and promised to email them. It really doesn't matter, I will see the inside of the place soon enough.
Her lawn, front side and back will be cut ever week (included in the rent) She won't have to pay the gas company as the entire place runs on electricity.
She is really, really, happy!!
Boo boo has a cold. Her nose is running and she has a scratchy voice, a bit of a temperature too, but she carries on like normal.
I kept her quiet today, played outside for a while, drove by the post office to drop some stuff off.
After a nice lunch of bird seed and a good bite of red Georgia clay she took a two hour nap.
She wasn't very hungry for dinner, but that's probably the cold. So I gave her a nice relaxing bath and put her to bed!
I get to watch Jeopardy for a change!
Yeah! Life is...better....:>)
SGMKJ!
She will get the keys next Monday.
She won't have to pay the rent for the last days of September and will start paying October 1st.
Even though the place has a new coat of paint inside, Bugs didn't like the bright blue in her bed and bathroom, so the guy is going to repaint it a more neutral color *S*
She took some pictures with my camera but ran out of batteries, and the ones she took were not too good.
But her new landlord took plenty of them and promised to email them. It really doesn't matter, I will see the inside of the place soon enough.
Her lawn, front side and back will be cut ever week (included in the rent) She won't have to pay the gas company as the entire place runs on electricity.
She is really, really, happy!!
Boo boo has a cold. Her nose is running and she has a scratchy voice, a bit of a temperature too, but she carries on like normal.
I kept her quiet today, played outside for a while, drove by the post office to drop some stuff off.
After a nice lunch of bird seed and a good bite of red Georgia clay she took a two hour nap.
She wasn't very hungry for dinner, but that's probably the cold. So I gave her a nice relaxing bath and put her to bed!
I get to watch Jeopardy for a change!
Yeah! Life is...better....:>)
SGMKJ!
Where were you............?
It has become a familiar question every time we reach an anniversary of a large event that shook most of us in the world.
For most of us 9/11 was a truly horrid day.
I remember where I was....
We were living in Rocklin, CA at the time, we were renting a beautiful home, we were reasonably happy...
I was on my computer that morning, in my regular chat room. When someone posted that an airplane had hit the Pentagon, and was wondering if anyone knew anyone who worked there....
For the next half hour or so, we kept on chatting.
When I went out in the living room and turned on the TV, alerting Wheelie on the way that "something was happening" we quickly realized that much more was going on.
I remember standing in front of the TV the entire time, just watching, my arms crossed...
To this day I cannot remember how I felt. All I recall is just a huge numbness that descended over our house....
We were just numbed into silence. No outcries, no tears, no fear, just utter numbness.
After a few hours we decided to get out of the house for a while, go to the mall, find some sanity somewhere, some noise.....
To our surprise there were no cars in the large parking lot.
The mall was closed.
We looked at each other, and just stared.
How utterly weird!
Back home we went, looking for a flag to display.
We had none.
So we went out to find one. There wasn't a flag to be bought in our entire area . No stores had ANY flags!
Our newspaper printed a small flag in the paper, so we could cut it out and tape it on our cars.
It took weeks before we were able to get a decent decal...and a real flag
Last night as I was flipping through the channels while waiting for Bugs to come and pick up the baby, I hit on the History Channel which was airing a bunch of videos and films that was compiled from several sources. Just a minute to minute account, by different people, the ones who happened to have a camera on hand, some news paper people, some TV reporters...
I turned the sound off and the close caption too, I didn't want to hear the commentary. The pictures alone were enough to remind me what happened. Again I watched in utter silence, just shaking my head, but not actually FEELING anything......
It still numbs me to this day. Just like other horrible events when they happen, like that huge earthquake in China, the floods in India, the wars and atrocities in other countries....
I wonder if I have built a shield around my body to protect me from feeling fear, horror, sadness, outrage...
I am still numb.....
SGMKJ!
For most of us 9/11 was a truly horrid day.
I remember where I was....
We were living in Rocklin, CA at the time, we were renting a beautiful home, we were reasonably happy...
I was on my computer that morning, in my regular chat room. When someone posted that an airplane had hit the Pentagon, and was wondering if anyone knew anyone who worked there....
For the next half hour or so, we kept on chatting.
When I went out in the living room and turned on the TV, alerting Wheelie on the way that "something was happening" we quickly realized that much more was going on.
I remember standing in front of the TV the entire time, just watching, my arms crossed...
To this day I cannot remember how I felt. All I recall is just a huge numbness that descended over our house....
We were just numbed into silence. No outcries, no tears, no fear, just utter numbness.
After a few hours we decided to get out of the house for a while, go to the mall, find some sanity somewhere, some noise.....
To our surprise there were no cars in the large parking lot.
The mall was closed.
We looked at each other, and just stared.
How utterly weird!
Back home we went, looking for a flag to display.
We had none.
So we went out to find one. There wasn't a flag to be bought in our entire area . No stores had ANY flags!
Our newspaper printed a small flag in the paper, so we could cut it out and tape it on our cars.
It took weeks before we were able to get a decent decal...and a real flag
Last night as I was flipping through the channels while waiting for Bugs to come and pick up the baby, I hit on the History Channel which was airing a bunch of videos and films that was compiled from several sources. Just a minute to minute account, by different people, the ones who happened to have a camera on hand, some news paper people, some TV reporters...
I turned the sound off and the close caption too, I didn't want to hear the commentary. The pictures alone were enough to remind me what happened. Again I watched in utter silence, just shaking my head, but not actually FEELING anything......
It still numbs me to this day. Just like other horrible events when they happen, like that huge earthquake in China, the floods in India, the wars and atrocities in other countries....
I wonder if I have built a shield around my body to protect me from feeling fear, horror, sadness, outrage...
I am still numb.....
SGMKJ!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Is Fall in the air?
Somehow it feels different outside. It's still warm and muggy here, but the air is 'dark' We've had clouds the past couple of days and of course you can tell the days are getting shorter again.
It's the smell I think...the air smells different. They cut two more pine trees down here yesterday because they were being eaten up by pine beetles. I love the smell of tree cutting. So now our little neighborhood, aptly named: Villas of Pine Grove, doesn't have any pine trees left. *lol*
It looks rather bare. They've planted a few maple trees, but I'm not sure they will "take" since we can't water anything these days. Lets hope we will get some more rain.
It's almost 12, and we just got back from the Tots reading program at the library. Boo is much taller than all the other children, and she won't sit still. So I let her roam, she is just curious, wants to explore.
She's trying to take a nap right now....yeah right...
Bugs is signing her new lease tomorrow. She is so happy. I'm just cringing inside. But I am behaving, not going to meddle.
The house is cute, but TINY. Given the furniture she owns, a big stuffed couch and chair, a huge TV, TONS of toys, a KING size bed....and no extra storage in the house, not even a garage, it will be interesting to see how she will cram everything in, and how she's going to manage.
In any event, she won't be moving in with us. It probably would have been a smart idea for her to have done that and save some money for a few months...but...............
So for now we're going to think positive and hope she'll be alright. Her being happy and confident is a good thing.
Daddy's dad bailed him out of jail after all. Since Bugs changed her phone number again, she doesn't know the fine details. So we don't know where he is, whether he's back to work.
She still hasn't seen her first check from Child Support Services.
Time will tell what happens with all that.
Wheelie and I went to Babies R US yesterday to buy Boo some REAL shoes. We tried them on while she sat in the shopping cart. A pair of cute Nikes seemed to fit rather well, so I took her out of the cart and let her 'walk' Oh boy, was that a mistake. I lost her immediately, she took off like a rocket. When I found her (whew) I let her run for a little while, but when I tried to get her back into the cart she threw a MAJOR hissy fit. We've never been through checkout and out of the store as fast as we did. It was kind of funny. But...she's got her SOES...:>)
We braved a stop at Costco after this little trip. She did alright, but it was clear that she would rather be somewhere else.
So we grabbed the stuff we needed and were out of there in ten minutes.
I'll probably take her to Super Target this afternoon, after her nap. It's the only place I can get Good 'n Plenties...which is something I've had a hunkering for these past weeks.
I used to order licorice from a little Dutch importer every month, but this is just getting too expensive.
Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.....quiet......I think she's gone to sleep....
:>)
SGMKJ!
It's the smell I think...the air smells different. They cut two more pine trees down here yesterday because they were being eaten up by pine beetles. I love the smell of tree cutting. So now our little neighborhood, aptly named: Villas of Pine Grove, doesn't have any pine trees left. *lol*
It looks rather bare. They've planted a few maple trees, but I'm not sure they will "take" since we can't water anything these days. Lets hope we will get some more rain.
It's almost 12, and we just got back from the Tots reading program at the library. Boo is much taller than all the other children, and she won't sit still. So I let her roam, she is just curious, wants to explore.
She's trying to take a nap right now....yeah right...
Bugs is signing her new lease tomorrow. She is so happy. I'm just cringing inside. But I am behaving, not going to meddle.
The house is cute, but TINY. Given the furniture she owns, a big stuffed couch and chair, a huge TV, TONS of toys, a KING size bed....and no extra storage in the house, not even a garage, it will be interesting to see how she will cram everything in, and how she's going to manage.
In any event, she won't be moving in with us. It probably would have been a smart idea for her to have done that and save some money for a few months...but...............
So for now we're going to think positive and hope she'll be alright. Her being happy and confident is a good thing.
Daddy's dad bailed him out of jail after all. Since Bugs changed her phone number again, she doesn't know the fine details. So we don't know where he is, whether he's back to work.
She still hasn't seen her first check from Child Support Services.
Time will tell what happens with all that.
Wheelie and I went to Babies R US yesterday to buy Boo some REAL shoes. We tried them on while she sat in the shopping cart. A pair of cute Nikes seemed to fit rather well, so I took her out of the cart and let her 'walk' Oh boy, was that a mistake. I lost her immediately, she took off like a rocket. When I found her (whew) I let her run for a little while, but when I tried to get her back into the cart she threw a MAJOR hissy fit. We've never been through checkout and out of the store as fast as we did. It was kind of funny. But...she's got her SOES...:>)
We braved a stop at Costco after this little trip. She did alright, but it was clear that she would rather be somewhere else.
So we grabbed the stuff we needed and were out of there in ten minutes.
I'll probably take her to Super Target this afternoon, after her nap. It's the only place I can get Good 'n Plenties...which is something I've had a hunkering for these past weeks.
I used to order licorice from a little Dutch importer every month, but this is just getting too expensive.
Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.....quiet......I think she's gone to sleep....
:>)
SGMKJ!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Are things moving in the right directions?
(yes, there is a dent in my trunk lid :>)
I drove by the townhouse Bugs has her eyes set on. She's filled out an application and the guy is supposed to check her credit and call her back today. $700 a month! Amazing!
It's a nice enough place, a nicely kept and quiet little neighborhood. Although there is a rather major highway behind her. The townhouse is very clean and newly carpeted and painted. From what I can see peeking in the window the living room+dining room and kitchen are tiny. There is also a toilet downstairs. Upstairs are two bedrooms with two bathrooms. The stairs are carpeted and take a turn at the top, which might be a problem getting her king sized mattress through.
In any event. It looks like a nice place, has a small fenced in back yard. No, she is not taking the dog or the cats. It would just cost her more of a deposit.
She called Daddy's mom yesterday. And yes, Daddy is in county lockup. His parents are not in a position (or willing) to bail him out this time, and his friends probably won't be able either, so he's stuck. Perhaps it's for the best, perhaps he can get 'clean' now. As for getting his license back...EVER...I doubt it....
What a waste...
In other news...Boo is taking her nap. She has been extremely agitated the past few days according to Bugs. Well, I wonder WHY?
The poor baby feels something is going on, she feels the tension.
She came here all full of p and v this morning, didn't want to be held, didn't' want to eat. But Oma put her in her high chair with a plate of pieces of cheese and ham, some crackers and grapes, and some yogurt drink and left her alone. She gobbled down everything.
Then I put her down in her crib, and after fussing for about 15 minutes she fell asleep.
This poor child needs a rest, dammit.
I ran around doing some errands this morning and got my hair cut. It was getting that awful length where you can't do anything with it and it being gray to boot, it just makes me look and feel like crap...
So with my newly mowed head and baby fed and asleep, life is looking a bit perkier.
SGMKJ!
Monday, September 8, 2008
Daddy got his arse arrested..........
This just in....
He text messaged Bugs to let her know that the city police had stopped him, and arrested him for not having a license...
He is being held in the city jail until they take him to the county jail...
With his history this can be a painful trip for him.............
I feel sorry for his parents..........
He text messaged Bugs to let her know that the city police had stopped him, and arrested him for not having a license...
He is being held in the city jail until they take him to the county jail...
With his history this can be a painful trip for him.............
I feel sorry for his parents..........
Sears Merry Mushroom stuff
Bugs has been packing.
I KNOW!! I SAW it!! :>)
I went by her house this morning! She's goeten everything off the walls, and things look to be moving along.
A few years ago, when she was still living with her best GA friend, Cam, she started collecting those darn "vintage" Sears Merry Mushroom kitchen things.
I was delighted to have found something I could give her, when a gift was needed like birthdays and Christmas. So I found a bunch of that stuff on eBay.
Now that she is down sizing, and I suppose her taste has changed a tad as well, she wondered if I would put it all back on eBay and sell it back again.
So I hauled four boxes of the stuff back home. Just finished washing all the pieces and now, while it's all drying, I am needing to find a place to put it all, until I get the chance to make the pictures, list it, etc.
There is a small chance she will be able to move into an apartment, or a town home. She ran into a girl she knew, who now is a leasing agent for one of the apartment complexes we looked at a few weeks ago. She was told they were running a "special" $699 for a two bedroom apartment for a 6 month lease, or a 12 month lease, after that the rent would be $799. Not bad at all. Not for a brand new place.
I (carefully) suggested she might look into these, and she might just be able to move right in, thus avoiding moving in with us, and storing everything and having to move twice.
I saw the little windmills of her mind running in her head as I made the suggestion, and low and behold, she called me a little while ago and is going to see the apartments, and has an appointment to see the townhouse at 5.
She has the week off next week, so this is perfect timing. We are going to have cramps from keeping our fingers crossed all week.
ARghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
SGMKJ!
P.S.
Just got off the phone with Bugs. Daddy wants to see Boo. So she asked him flat out: are you doing meth again? His answer: I'm doing something ten times worse.
(brilliant!)
She refused to let him see her, not until he's clean again and until she sees her money.
He said he would take her to court. *LOLOL*
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Gloria Steinem's article
> Palin: wrong woman, wrong message
>
> By Gloria Steinem
> September 4, 2008
> Here's the good news: Women have become so politically
> powerful that even the
> anti-feminist right wing -- the folks with a headlock on
> the Republican Party
> -- are trying to appease the gender gap with a first-ever
> female vice
> president. We owe this to women -- and to many men too --
> who have picketed, gone on
> hunger strikes or confronted violence at the polls so women
> can vote. We owe
> it to Shirley Chisholm, who first took the
> "white-male-only" sign off the White
> House, and to Hillary Rodham Clinton, who hung in there
> through ridicule and
> misogyny to win 18 million votes.
>
> But here is even better news: It won't work. This
> isn't the first time a boss
> has picked an unqualified woman just because she agrees
> with him and opposes
> everything most other women want and need. Feminism has
> never been about
> getting a job for one woman. It's about making life
> more fair for women everywhere.
> It's not about a piece of the existing pie; there are
> too many of us for
> that. It's about baking a new pie.
>
> Selecting Sarah Palin, who was touted all summer by Rush
> Limbaugh, is no way
> to attract most women, including die-hard Clinton
> supporters. Palin shares
> nothing but a chromosome with Clinton. Her down-home,
> divisive and deceptive
> speech did nothing to cosmeticize a Republican convention
> that has more than twice
> as many male delegates as female, a presidential candidate
> who is owned and
> operated by the right wing and a platform that opposes
> pretty much everything
> Clinton's candidacy stood for -- and that Barack
> Obama's still does. To vote in
> protest for McCain/Palin would be like saying,
> "Somebody stole my shoes, so
> I'll amputate my legs."
>
> This is not to beat up on Palin. I defend her right to be
> wrong, even on
> issues that matter most to me. I regret that people say she
> can't do the job
> because she has children in need of care, especially if
> they wouldn't say the same
> about a father. I get no pleasure from imagining her in the
> spotlight on
> national and foreign policy issues about which she has zero
> background, with one
> month to learn to compete with Sen. Joe Biden's 37
> years' experience.
>
> Palin has been honest about what she doesn't know. When
> asked last month
> about the vice presidency, she said, "I still
> can't answer that question until
> someone answers for me: What is it exactly that the VP does
> every day?" When
> asked about Iraq, she said, "I haven't really
> focused much on the war in Iraq."
>
> She was elected governor largely because the incumbent was
> unpopular, and
> she's won over Alaskans mostly by using unprecedented
> oil wealth to give a $1,200
> rebate to every resident. Now she is being praised by
> McCain's campaign as a
> tax cutter, despite the fact that Alaska has no state
> income or sales tax.
> Perhaps McCain has opposed affirmative action for so long
> that he doesn't know
> it's about inviting more people to meet standards, not
> lowering them. Or perhaps
> McCain is following the Bush administration habit, as in
> the Justice
> Department, of putting a job candidate's views on
> "God, guns and gays" ahead of
> competence. The difference is that McCain is filling a job
> one 72-year-old heartbeat
> away from the presidency.
>
> So let's be clear: The culprit is John McCain. He may
> have chosen Palin out
> of change-envy, or a belief that women can't tell the
> difference between form
> and content, but the main motive was to please right-wing
> ideologues; the same
> ones who nixed anyone who is now or ever has been a
> supporter of reproductive
> freedom. If that were not the case, McCain could have
> chosen a woman who knows
> what a vice president does and who has thought about Ir aq;
> someone like
> Texas Sen. Kay Bailey Hutchison or Sen. Olympia Snowe of
> Maine. McCain could have
> taken a baby step away from right-wing patriarchs who
> determine his actions,
> right down to opposing the Violence Against Women Act.
>
> Palin's value to those patriarchs is clear: She opposes
> just about every
> issue that women support by a majority or plurality. She
> believes that creationism
> should be taught in public schools but disbelieves global
> warming; she
> opposes gun control but supports government control of
> women's wombs; she opposes
> stem cell research but approves "abstinence-only"
> programs, which increase
> unwanted births, sexually transmitted diseases and
> abortions; she tried to use
> taxpayers' millions for a state program to shoot wolves
> from the air but didn't
> spend enough money to fix a state school system with the
> lowest high-school
> graduation rate in the nation; she runs with a candidate
> who opposes the Fair Pay
> Act but supports $500 million in subsidies for a natural
> gas pipeline across
> Alaska; she supports drilling in the Arctic National
> Wildlife Reserve, though
> even McCain has opted for the lesser evil of offshore
> drilling. She is Phyllis
> Schlafly, only younger.
>
> I don't doubt her sincerity. As a lifetime member of
> the National Rifle
> Assn., she doesn't just support killing animals from
> helicopters, she does it
> herself. She doesn't just talk about increasing the use
> of fossil fuels but puts a
> coal-burning power plant in her own small town. She
> doesn't just echo McCain's
> pledge to criminalize abort ion by overturning Roe vs.
> Wade, she says that if
> one of her daughters were impregnated by rape or incest,
> she should bear the
> child. She not only opposes reproductive freedom as a human
> right but implies
> that it dictates abortion, without saying that it also
> protects the right to
> have a child.
>
> So far, the major new McCain supporter that Palin has
> attracted is James
> Dobson of Focus on the Family. Of course, for Dobson,
> "women are merely waiting
> for their husbands to assume leadership," so he may be
> voting for Palin's
> husband.
>
> Being a hope-a-holic, however, I can see two long-term
> bipartisan gains from
> this contest.
>
> Republicans may learn they can't appeal to right-wing
> patriarchs and most
> women at the same time. A loss in November could cause the
> centrist majority of
> Republicans to take back their party, which was the first
> to support the Equal
> Rights Amendment and should be the last to want to invite
> government into the
> wombs of women.
>
> And American women, who suffer more because of having two
> full-time jobs than
> from any other single injustice, finally have support on a
> national stage
> from male leaders who know that women can't be equal
> outside the home until men
> are equal in it. Barack Obama and Joe Biden are campaigning
> on their belief
> that men should be, can be and want to be at home for their
> children.
>
> This could be huge.
>
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I was tearing articles out of the newspaper all week to write about this again.
My long time friend from California (who now lives in Arizona) sent me this Gloria Steinem article this morning, it basically says everything I was thinking of writing.
So I copied and pasted the article.
I read today that Palin is promoting a conference that promises to convert gays into heterosexuals through prayer. She used state funds to fly from Juneau to Wasilla to attend the graduation of the Master's Commission program. She spoke to graduating students, urging them to fan out through Alaska "to make sure God's will be done there" The tab was $519.50 plus $120 for meals and expenses.....
Just a tiny little article hidden on page 7. But in my eyes, HUGE.
This girl scares me to death.
I don't like barracudas. I don't like barracudas who MIGHT get to a position where she will affect the rights and lives of women and gay people.
And as liberal as I am, I cannot get over the fact that she has a family of five kids, ok...three of them are "grown" and she accepts a job that would put her family second while it should be first.
I saw the little face of her youngest daughter during the convention. She was trotting after her mom, as mom walked away to shake hands...I saw the apprehension in that child's face...do I go with mom, or am i supposed to stay back here? She looked proud and excited, but I caught that little sign of fear and uncertainty too.
She wanted her Mommy's attention...her little face was saying: mama? mama? where are you going, mama?
And then there is the baby. Is this woman's priority her family? or being the president?
Is she rich enough with enough sources for that child's care and welfare? Is dad going to take care of the family? Yes, I know, this is the 21st century, men take care of their families when mom's are working. But this job is not just SOME job.
Will she stay at home with him when he goes through physical problems? Or will she hand him over to the nanny and say: sorry kid, I need to go see Russian president Medvedev, or Putin, or all the other world leaders?
Oh and by the way, can you see those guys' faces right now? They don't even respect the president we have now, you think they will respect her? I think they are gleefully wringing their hands.
She doesn't even know what her job description would be.
Oh God, help us all.
I think Condie Rice would have been a better choice (although I doubt if she would have accepted, but experience wise she should have been on the top of the list.)
By the way, did you notice that Gadhafi did NOT shake her hand when she met him yesterday?
And they think these guys are going to welcome a hockey mom with ultra conservative christian beliefs?
And here I go again, ranting, ranting....
It's just...I cannot imagine running a family with five children, one of them needing extra care.
I am exhausted after a week of running after a 16 month old. I could not hold down a job looking after Wheelie and Boo boo also. And worrying about Bug's life, It's just too much.
So either I am very old fashioned after all, or I am just really very practical...or I am a loser who doesn't live up to her full potential....
Anyway.....It's Sunday again. Wheelie is watching Mr. Smith Goes To Washington...how appropriate! :>)
It's time to catch up on bathroom cleaning and ironing...and a nice long nap...
Strapping myself in in the meantime, waiting for the ranters and the disagree-ers to pound my message board.
Have a wonderful day y'all!
SGMKJ!
>
> By Gloria Steinem
> September 4, 2008
> Here's the good news: Women have become so politically
> powerful that even the
> anti-feminist right wing -- the folks with a headlock on
> the Republican Party
> -- are trying to appease the gender gap with a first-ever
> female vice
> president. We owe this to women -- and to many men too --
> who have picketed, gone on
> hunger strikes or confronted violence at the polls so women
> can vote. We owe
> it to Shirley Chisholm, who first took the
> "white-male-only" sign off the White
> House, and to Hillary Rodham Clinton, who hung in there
> through ridicule and
> misogyny to win 18 million votes.
>
> But here is even better news: It won't work. This
> isn't the first time a boss
> has picked an unqualified woman just because she agrees
> with him and opposes
> everything most other women want and need. Feminism has
> never been about
> getting a job for one woman. It's about making life
> more fair for women everywhere.
> It's not about a piece of the existing pie; there are
> too many of us for
> that. It's about baking a new pie.
>
> Selecting Sarah Palin, who was touted all summer by Rush
> Limbaugh, is no way
> to attract most women, including die-hard Clinton
> supporters. Palin shares
> nothing but a chromosome with Clinton. Her down-home,
> divisive and deceptive
> speech did nothing to cosmeticize a Republican convention
> that has more than twice
> as many male delegates as female, a presidential candidate
> who is owned and
> operated by the right wing and a platform that opposes
> pretty much everything
> Clinton's candidacy stood for -- and that Barack
> Obama's still does. To vote in
> protest for McCain/Palin would be like saying,
> "Somebody stole my shoes, so
> I'll amputate my legs."
>
> This is not to beat up on Palin. I defend her right to be
> wrong, even on
> issues that matter most to me. I regret that people say she
> can't do the job
> because she has children in need of care, especially if
> they wouldn't say the same
> about a father. I get no pleasure from imagining her in the
> spotlight on
> national and foreign policy issues about which she has zero
> background, with one
> month to learn to compete with Sen. Joe Biden's 37
> years' experience.
>
> Palin has been honest about what she doesn't know. When
> asked last month
> about the vice presidency, she said, "I still
> can't answer that question until
> someone answers for me: What is it exactly that the VP does
> every day?" When
> asked about Iraq, she said, "I haven't really
> focused much on the war in Iraq."
>
> She was elected governor largely because the incumbent was
> unpopular, and
> she's won over Alaskans mostly by using unprecedented
> oil wealth to give a $1,200
> rebate to every resident. Now she is being praised by
> McCain's campaign as a
> tax cutter, despite the fact that Alaska has no state
> income or sales tax.
> Perhaps McCain has opposed affirmative action for so long
> that he doesn't know
> it's about inviting more people to meet standards, not
> lowering them. Or perhaps
> McCain is following the Bush administration habit, as in
> the Justice
> Department, of putting a job candidate's views on
> "God, guns and gays" ahead of
> competence. The difference is that McCain is filling a job
> one 72-year-old heartbeat
> away from the presidency.
>
> So let's be clear: The culprit is John McCain. He may
> have chosen Palin out
> of change-envy, or a belief that women can't tell the
> difference between form
> and content, but the main motive was to please right-wing
> ideologues; the same
> ones who nixed anyone who is now or ever has been a
> supporter of reproductive
> freedom. If that were not the case, McCain could have
> chosen a woman who knows
> what a vice president does and who has thought about Ir aq;
> someone like
> Texas Sen. Kay Bailey Hutchison or Sen. Olympia Snowe of
> Maine. McCain could have
> taken a baby step away from right-wing patriarchs who
> determine his actions,
> right down to opposing the Violence Against Women Act.
>
> Palin's value to those patriarchs is clear: She opposes
> just about every
> issue that women support by a majority or plurality. She
> believes that creationism
> should be taught in public schools but disbelieves global
> warming; she
> opposes gun control but supports government control of
> women's wombs; she opposes
> stem cell research but approves "abstinence-only"
> programs, which increase
> unwanted births, sexually transmitted diseases and
> abortions; she tried to use
> taxpayers' millions for a state program to shoot wolves
> from the air but didn't
> spend enough money to fix a state school system with the
> lowest high-school
> graduation rate in the nation; she runs with a candidate
> who opposes the Fair Pay
> Act but supports $500 million in subsidies for a natural
> gas pipeline across
> Alaska; she supports drilling in the Arctic National
> Wildlife Reserve, though
> even McCain has opted for the lesser evil of offshore
> drilling. She is Phyllis
> Schlafly, only younger.
>
> I don't doubt her sincerity. As a lifetime member of
> the National Rifle
> Assn., she doesn't just support killing animals from
> helicopters, she does it
> herself. She doesn't just talk about increasing the use
> of fossil fuels but puts a
> coal-burning power plant in her own small town. She
> doesn't just echo McCain's
> pledge to criminalize abort ion by overturning Roe vs.
> Wade, she says that if
> one of her daughters were impregnated by rape or incest,
> she should bear the
> child. She not only opposes reproductive freedom as a human
> right but implies
> that it dictates abortion, without saying that it also
> protects the right to
> have a child.
>
> So far, the major new McCain supporter that Palin has
> attracted is James
> Dobson of Focus on the Family. Of course, for Dobson,
> "women are merely waiting
> for their husbands to assume leadership," so he may be
> voting for Palin's
> husband.
>
> Being a hope-a-holic, however, I can see two long-term
> bipartisan gains from
> this contest.
>
> Republicans may learn they can't appeal to right-wing
> patriarchs and most
> women at the same time. A loss in November could cause the
> centrist majority of
> Republicans to take back their party, which was the first
> to support the Equal
> Rights Amendment and should be the last to want to invite
> government into the
> wombs of women.
>
> And American women, who suffer more because of having two
> full-time jobs than
> from any other single injustice, finally have support on a
> national stage
> from male leaders who know that women can't be equal
> outside the home until men
> are equal in it. Barack Obama and Joe Biden are campaigning
> on their belief
> that men should be, can be and want to be at home for their
> children.
>
> This could be huge.
>
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````
I was tearing articles out of the newspaper all week to write about this again.
My long time friend from California (who now lives in Arizona) sent me this Gloria Steinem article this morning, it basically says everything I was thinking of writing.
So I copied and pasted the article.
I read today that Palin is promoting a conference that promises to convert gays into heterosexuals through prayer. She used state funds to fly from Juneau to Wasilla to attend the graduation of the Master's Commission program. She spoke to graduating students, urging them to fan out through Alaska "to make sure God's will be done there" The tab was $519.50 plus $120 for meals and expenses.....
Just a tiny little article hidden on page 7. But in my eyes, HUGE.
This girl scares me to death.
I don't like barracudas. I don't like barracudas who MIGHT get to a position where she will affect the rights and lives of women and gay people.
And as liberal as I am, I cannot get over the fact that she has a family of five kids, ok...three of them are "grown" and she accepts a job that would put her family second while it should be first.
I saw the little face of her youngest daughter during the convention. She was trotting after her mom, as mom walked away to shake hands...I saw the apprehension in that child's face...do I go with mom, or am i supposed to stay back here? She looked proud and excited, but I caught that little sign of fear and uncertainty too.
She wanted her Mommy's attention...her little face was saying: mama? mama? where are you going, mama?
And then there is the baby. Is this woman's priority her family? or being the president?
Is she rich enough with enough sources for that child's care and welfare? Is dad going to take care of the family? Yes, I know, this is the 21st century, men take care of their families when mom's are working. But this job is not just SOME job.
Will she stay at home with him when he goes through physical problems? Or will she hand him over to the nanny and say: sorry kid, I need to go see Russian president Medvedev, or Putin, or all the other world leaders?
Oh and by the way, can you see those guys' faces right now? They don't even respect the president we have now, you think they will respect her? I think they are gleefully wringing their hands.
She doesn't even know what her job description would be.
Oh God, help us all.
I think Condie Rice would have been a better choice (although I doubt if she would have accepted, but experience wise she should have been on the top of the list.)
By the way, did you notice that Gadhafi did NOT shake her hand when she met him yesterday?
And they think these guys are going to welcome a hockey mom with ultra conservative christian beliefs?
And here I go again, ranting, ranting....
It's just...I cannot imagine running a family with five children, one of them needing extra care.
I am exhausted after a week of running after a 16 month old. I could not hold down a job looking after Wheelie and Boo boo also. And worrying about Bug's life, It's just too much.
So either I am very old fashioned after all, or I am just really very practical...or I am a loser who doesn't live up to her full potential....
Anyway.....It's Sunday again. Wheelie is watching Mr. Smith Goes To Washington...how appropriate! :>)
It's time to catch up on bathroom cleaning and ironing...and a nice long nap...
Strapping myself in in the meantime, waiting for the ranters and the disagree-ers to pound my message board.
Have a wonderful day y'all!
SGMKJ!
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