I had an Ah Ha moment.

Last night at Kohls I kept folding and straightening the same cubes and shelves. No matter how straight and neat I thought they were, when I would walk away from them and look back they would be disheveled and uneven. It was making me nuts. HOW could I have just thought they were all folded and neat while standing in front of them, but when I would move to the side or further down the aisle I would see how messed they were.
After redoing some several times I finally had one of those OH WOW moments.

I realized that those shelves were like my life. While I'm standing in front of it all, it appears to be neat and together. But if I take a few steps to the side and look at it, I see just how messed up it all is.
I stood there looking at a shelf, I had finally 'gotten' it. I could hear my guides sigh. "Holy shit she finally gets what were trying to show her" I am a little slow on the uptake sometimes. They must go crazy trying to get my attention sometimes.

Now, I have to reorganize my life. I need to write more, I will finish this book I've been writing for forever.
I have to get rid of a big old dead weight that seems to be hanging around my neck like an albatross.

Just thought I'd share my ah ha moment.

We survived

We're home, we're alive and in one piece.

The buffet was actually alright. My son in law must have done the cooking. LOL.
There was platters of snack things, brushetta and bread. Homemade potato skins and a lot more. I have to say he makes a killer brushetta.

All the in laws should up, including mine. And YES we played a game, Cranium. Which was alright. Just try to do a charade with the answer being THE KARATE KID and make two teenagers get it. Geesh. I jumped up on one leg, held my hands up and hoped someone would get the bird move he does in the movie. Then the paint brush move and the WAX ON, WAX OFF MOVE. Her father in law finally did get it. LOL. We lost.


One moment was a little terrifying though. At least for my daughters. Her mother in law asked me in front of the room if I was still writing? My daughters looked panicked. What did they expect me to say? 'Why yes, I still am writing gay porn." Erotica, Jodie says. Erotica, not porn. What's the difference really, I ask ya? LOL.
I sidestepped the porn and said, "yes, but not much because I've been working a ton." she then asked "what do you write again?" again panic. "Oh, a little of this and that. Is there anymore pie?"

And no pagans or witches were injured or berated. I was pleased.

Christmas eve hell

Oh and my Christmas Eve hell just keeps getting better and better.

The kids and I are going to my oldest daughters for Christmas Eve. She insisted on having it, gonna make a ham and turkey and blah blah blah. Now it is down to ham sandwiches, from a ham that her inlaws are bringing. I'm bringing two BakerSquare pies, and her husband is making Brushetta. What is she doing? Besides whining? I have no idea, but I guess we will find out.

Now, MY inlaws are coming too. My husbands brother and sister. Oh Joy, oh happy day, I get to sit in the same room with these two for several hours. I may have to do something drastic, tarot anyone? That would make her inlaws run for the holy water I'm sure.

My middle daughter already has announced that she will be being a huge bitch, so not to be surprised. Oh, my spirit guides better be getting plenty of rest these few days left, because I will certainty be expecting them to run interferences.

Oh, they have announced...My daughter and son in law, not the spirit guides, that there will be games. HOLY SHIT! We are not a game playing kind of family. I blame this on the church going in laws.

Can I bring gay porn? How about a short story I've written about Christmas and the love of two men?

...Maybe there is some of that pizza left, if I hurry I might be to green to go and eat ham sandwiches and play games. Hmmm, green pizza and ham? I'll pass on the eggs, unless I can perhaps throw them at someone's head.

No, No I will not throw eggs at peoples heads.
No, I will not stay home and puke in my bed.
I will go, park and walk two miles.
I will go, and be fake, and have a big smile.

All the while thinking of bringing Christmas cheer.
A big big Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

...Bite me!

Christmas dinner?

Christmas dinner anyone? I'm having roasted dog on a spit! Two dogs if I can figure out which one is getting roasted.

Reason? One of the two got up on my bed and ATE holes in my electric blanket and ate through the cords. I am so gonna cook one of them.

Those damn blankets aren't cheap, and I don't have an extra fifty bucks just lying around. My blanket fund has run dry and the cash box has moths flying out of it.

...In other news...

I've had food poisoning. Not fun. I've never puked and pooped so much in my life. I swear!

The kids and I went Christmas mall shopping, made the big mistake of eating pizza in the food court, Sabarros I think that is how it is spelt, and BAM two hours later I was pulled off the highway and hugging the pavement. I bet passers by thought I was drunk. I then...(feel free to skip ahead here) peed on myself while puking piles and piles. Then had to find the nearest bathroom and sit there for about twenty minutes. I won't go into what that was all about. You poor people have endured enough of my body functions for one day.

Least to say I finally am feeling like I might live, then to have the blanket eaten. Those dogs have no idea I don't have a problem roasting them, hell I think I might have already eaten half cooked dog or something.

How many place settings should I set??

Different types of Christmas Carols

CHRISTMAS CAROLS FOR THE DISTURBED

1. Schizophrenia --- Do You Hear What I Hear?

2. Multiple Personality Disorder --- We Three Kings Disoriented Are

3. Dementia --- I Think I'll be Home for Christmas

4. Narcissistic --- Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me

5. Manic - Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and.....

6. Paranoid --- Santa Claus is Coming to Town to Get Me

7. Borderline Personality Disorder --- Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire

8. Personality Disorder --- You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll Tell You Why

9. Attention Deficit Disorder --- Silent night, Holy oooh look at the Froggy - can I have a chocolate? Why is France so far away?

10. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder --- Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells

AURA CLASS

Last week we had a special speaker and teacher come to our spirit class. She taught us about Aura's and how to see them. It was pretty cool. It took awhile to 'see' them, but as the night went on it was very cool.

After she showed us what to look for and what to not look for or at we could see the strings and colors somewhat.

We then took turns sitting in a chair while everyone else told what they saw around us in the darkened room. Everything from changing forms to blank features. Past lives to animal guides.
It wasn't what I was expecting but I enjoyed it anyhow.

Oh, one of the exercises we had to do was to make a ball with our hands, then expand the energy till we could see or feel it. Then move our hands apart and watch the energy expand and move. The stringy effect was amazing. When the teacher did it you really could see the energy pulsate and charge.

I know you guys think all this is crazy, but its better than beating someone to death at Kohls. I've about had it with employees who don't do a damn thing. So, the calmer I stay, the longer they can breath around me. ;)

Strange dreams

My dreams seem to be getting even more bizarre, if that is possible.

This morning I awoke from a very disjointed and bizarre dream. It seemed to be about twenty years ago and my husband and I still even liked each other. LOL.

We were in this open biker type bar. All black and leather and weird people. We stayed there for awhile then went into this other room. There this strange little guy came up to me at the bar and started pretending to claw at me, like a cat. I became annoyed with this and told him to stop. He didn't stop. I could feel myself changing...sorta like another personality coming on. I could feel my attitude becoming dangerous, more sinister, maybe. Can't really describe the feeling, except to say I felt very powerful and strong. Wicked even.

The next time he tried to bat at me, I clawed him back, drawing blood. I then grabbed him up, turned him upside down, all in an instant and pounded his head and shoulders into the floor. He lay there twitching, dying. I knew I had broken his neck and I didn't feel bad at all. Everyone was staring at me and all I said calmly was..."He wanted to play cat. I killed him like a cat would kill." my eyes even had cat slits in them for a second.

My husband and I then went into a different room. There I found...(Ok, this is REALLY bizarre) Rows of people, men and women, all engaging in watersports. They were all peeing on each other. I didn't want to be pissed on and I said so. I walked to the door and waited for my husband to follow. Once he did we left.

The next strange part was we were in this alley of sorts, but there were doors. We accidentally rang a doorbell and this old gypsy woman opened it, and was frightened of me. She told me that she couldn't 'read me' it wouldn't be right. My husband looked at me and wanted to know what she meant. I laughed and cockily said..."Because I'm more psychic than she is. She is afraid to read me because I'm more powerful than she is.

The rest of the dream came in disjointed parts, things about my kids, other kids I didn't know and parts that came and went that weren't linear.

I don't know what it means, but I'm sure it indicates at some level that I'm changing. I'm growing. But changing into what? A cocky, cat witch who will break your neck if you screw with me? And don't pee on me either, just ask about what happened to the last guy who pawed at me. LOL.

Fears

Fear is a strange thing. There is rational fear and unrational fear. Both are real. At least to the person experiencing it. I have a few things that freak the bajesus out of me, and I'm warning you now, a few of them fall into the unrational category.

1. Rats. I don't trust them, I don't like anything about them. In fact I believe they have hidden agendas. Like taking over the known universe. They have been around for ever and will probably be among the last thing left standing after we are all dead and gone. Roaches being the other survivor.

2. People or things looking into my windows. I don't care if my windows ARE ten feet off the ground and the person or thing would have to be twelve feet tall to look in. I believe they still can. I just get all creepy just thinking there are eyeballs watching me from outside. ewwww.

3. I fear being one of the last people left after some catastrophic occurrence and having to save and protect my children. I don't want to have to worry if they have food and medicine and protect us all from the human animals that will no doubt be scrounging about. I believe this might be a human coping fear. We all have the urge to survive and protect our young. I just don't want to have to do it just yet, not like that.

4. I fear dying and being lost. I deal with enough spirits that are earthbound. I don't want to be one of them. I want to see and go into the bright light, lickady split. Don't hem hawing, no waffling back and forth. There it is, there I go! End of that earthly story, moving right along to the next plain or life.

5. I really don't want to be born again and have to do this all over again. I enjoy my gifts. I really do. And I don't want to have to go through another lifetime without them, and crap ass, I don't want to have to live through another lifetime that is worse than some I've had. I WANT THE GOOD STUFF. THE REALLY GOOD STUFF.
But in all honesty, this life hasn't been that bad. Yeah, sure bad things happen, we get hurt, we squander time that we should have been using for other things. But we also learn lessons, realize different dreams we didn't even know we had until we were slapped in the face with them.
I love my children, I love my friends. I haven't had a horrible life, I really haven't. Compared to some, mine has been down right sunny and peachy.

THE TEN TENORS

Jodie, her mom, her daughter and my daughter and myself went to see the TEN TENORS again yesterday. This is the third time for Megan and I and four for Jodie and her mom.
We just love those guys. It is hard to describe them. They aren't opera purists. And some people just don't get that. There is always at least one person or couple who get up and leave during the performance. I find that rude and horribly snobbish.

These guys blend opera and a bit of comedy. It blends really well.

If you ever have the chance to see them. Then by all means please do, you will not be disappointed. They are wonderful.

Semi Home made

Has anyone else ever seen this show? It is one of the HGTV shows. The host is a woman named Sandra Lee.
Her premise is that you don't have to make everything from scratch. That yes indeedy you can prepare ahead, use canned items if need be, and just cut corners if you can.

Ok, the premise had me at hello. I like to cut corners when I can. Hell, if I could just open a can of beans and throw it with spoons on the table, I'd do it! But, my family frowns on such behavior so I try to curb that urge.

Well, I have successfully been able to watch maybe...Two, of her shows. Five minutes in I want to shove her head into the oven.
Now, let me explain my little blog readers, just why she annoys me. (doesn't everything and everybody bug me? Yes, yes they do.)
This woman wants us to believe she is actually making that Christmas Ham with all the sides while wearing white and red cashmere. She has on the June Clever pearls, and I betcha her nails cost more than I make in a while. A dollar to donuts I bet they do!
She isn't exactly like Martha, but there IS that little bit of "My shit doesn't stink in the least because I eat potpourri and it keeps the smell away" attitude.

My husband came through the house one day while her show was on, he stopped and watched her standing next to a huge ass roast, with a hand mixer in one hand 'pretending' to make mashed potatoes while wearing a two hundred dollar low neck sweater. He just smirked. "Yeah, she's gonna make dinner dressed like that." then he walked away hating her too I'm sure.

You have to check her out if you get the chance. Just for the laughs, I'm sure.

Cold, really cold.

It is cold! I mean COLD. A well diggers ass, cold. A witches tit, cold. I don't like cold. I don't like hot either, so I'm screwed where ever I should live I suppose.

My truck doesn't like cold either it appears. This past week, I had to replace the fuel pump and it's housing. 576.00. At least the gas meter works now. It's amazing, I can actually see how much gas in it, and I don't have to keep track with the miles. That drove me crazy.

And when it gets this cold, it begins to make weird creaky noises. Hey, just like me! Were a matched set, I guess.

???

Did you know you can buy fake toenails at Target?

I didn't. But damn, you can!

Fake toenails. That just boggles my mind.

Fake toenails, spray on tans and hair extensions. Is nothing real? Illusions I guess. I suppose that is what dating is all about. Sorta, bait and switch.

New chapters up at ...I SHUT MY EYES...

There are new chapters up. And I have several more to add, once I get a minute to myself. Hope you guys enjoy them.

Guess who came to dinner?

HE CAME, HE FLAMED AND HE MADE TOM VERY HAPPY!

I haven't seen my husband that happy and excited since...Well Maybe I've never seen him that happy.
Perhaps at the birth of our children. Just the actual IT'S A BOY part, the rest he could have given a rats ass about. Hell, he didn't even take the day off of work to come and get us. My mom and friend came and brought us home from the hospital. What an ass.

Do assholes run in packs? Just asking.

When the 'friend' pulled into the driveway, you would have thought someone really important was here. Maybe he was.
Tom jumped up and almost shouted...Jacks here. Jacks here." and ran outside. Geesh.
He came in and Tom smiled ear to ear and said. "This is Jack." they then went and sat on the couch and watched TV while I finished dinner.
They laughed and joked. It was like watching him on a date.

Megan and I kept looking at each other. I asked her quietly..."So, when you go to college, you gonna tell them, you have a mom and two dads?"

Illinois is a no fault divorce state. We have nothing really of value, cept that damn race car. But I want half of everything anyway. I don't care if it's half of nothing. I WANT IT! It's mine, I'm taking it! LOL. Kinda left like Monty Python there. It is mine, all mine, no one else's..."

St James, a lot like Kingdom Hospital

The part about being ‘a sensitive’ is that I don’t like some times is that I can’t just go in and out of certain places without feeling strange emotions, seeing, hearing or just sensing that I’m not alone, even when I am in fact alone in a waiting room or elevator.
Case being today at the hospital.

Now, I was sent to an OLD hospital, one that I’ve been in before, different floors, and different settings. ER when my daughter broke her ankle years ago. A floor where my mom was. A few months before she passed. I’ve been in this hospital before, but not on floor two.

It was creepy and clinical in places. The first floor is fine; I felt at ease, nothing or no one was trying to get my attention. But the second I stepped off the elevator and started to make my way down the hall, I sensed something. It was like Stephan Kings, Kingdom Hospital.

It is an Old Catholic hospital that has been around for more years than I even know. There are nuns and crosses and statues everywhere. Although the nuns do seem to keep to the patient areas. Not where I was getting ultrasounds.
The walls were covered in white ceramic tiles. The floor ancient looking, blocks of gray and white. Granted there were parts of the floor that had and were being remodeled. Very nice black and gray with all new wood floors. Very snazzy.
But as I was walking down the hall, alone, NO ONE anywhere, I felt a nun. I looked around for her, but saw no body. I closed my eyes and ‘saw’ her pushing a cart with files. All in her black and white finery. It looked to be in the fifties or sixties maybe.

After I was admitted into the system I was taken to a newly remodeled changing room across from the ultrasound room. I kept looking at a large window and even went over to look out. The room to the floor below me was right there. I sat down and the thoughts of fire and being trapped where intense. I looked around at the nine empty chairs and reasoned…
”If I have to I can use one of these chairs to break out the window and just climb out onto that roof until they can get me down”.

I had no idea why I was so concerned about ‘getting out’. Until I felt a burn victim. He must have died in a fire. He was burned horribly. Fatally I would guess. He was everywhere. I could feel his panic. I could sense his confusion as to where he was. I closed my eyes to put up my protection. When I opened them, I saw for just a second a man in a brown hat sitting across from me. Then he was gone. I closed my eyes again and heard him ask…”What are you doing?” I answered that I was putting up protection to keep the burn guy out of my mind.” He casually said. “Oh, that’s just Stu. He’s alright.” I asked who Mr. Brown hat was and he clearing told me. Herbert Petri.

I then was taken for my tests. I asked the tech how old the hospital was and she said “hard to really say. There are parts a lot older than others. When the old buildings behind us were torn down a few years ago, the lots were incorporated into the hospital to make it larger. So, there are sections that go back to the forties, while others are just a few years old.” Well, that would make sense as to why some sections don’t feel creepy and mental. It was very clinical and cold in parts, while others are new and warm.
When I went back to change I told Herbert goodbye and left.

Have you ever been in a room, or elevator alone, but you damn well know you’re NOT alone? That is how I felt when I got into the elevator. So, crowded. So, alone. I was glad to get out of that place. I wouldn’t stay in that hospital over night; much less have surgery for no amount of money.
Oh, and the nun…her name was Sister Elise.

So, I sensed, Elise, Stu and spoke with Herbert. No wonder I was so tired when I came home.

A Halloween M&M game

http://www.mms.com/us/dark/index.jsp

Try this game. There are fifty different horror and thriller movie titles to guess at. Jodie and I have 40 I think. Lets see if anyone else can get the remaining ten. We've run out of ideas and frankly our brains have given out.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

I hope everyone has a safe and happy night. And you all have lots of candy left over to eat yourselves. That's the best part of buying the candy. You always buy the kind YOU like best and then hope no one shows up.

We don't get Trick or Treaters out here. So, I just buy it for us. I know, I'm cheating, but my kids aren't kids anymore and they don't 'do' the bags of candy anymore.
Megan is taking a fan bus to a regional soccer game tonight, and Patrick is going to a party on the next road, a mile over. So, I guess I'm home alone with my ghosts and haunts. The usual Tuesday. ;)

Saturday night I had a strange thing happen. And I have a witness, Megan saw it too.

My living room clock runs on a battery, so it wasn't because it automatically knew to set itself back at the correct time. At one at or there abouts the clock began to run really fast. I mean an entire rotation of the second hand all the way around in about ten seconds. I stood and watched as it flew past hours and then days. Megan came in and watched it for awhile too.
It did this for exactly two hours. When it stopped it was actually only off by seven minutes of what the correct time really was.
It then ran normally and has continued to do so since. It hasn't stopped, or sped up again.
While it was doing it's thing, I went into the bathroom to check on that clock. If it had been doing the same thing, I would have thought a meteor or something was about to hit my house. Wonder who or what was trying to get my attention?

Ghosts part two.

I hate hospitals. I used to not mind them so much. But within the last ten years they just seem so 'full' if you know what I mean. If I surround myself in white light before I go in, I can mostly get in and out without being bombarded by 'feelings'.
About five years ago I was in the ICU for five days. I was taken in by ambulance and kept. They believed I was having a heart attack. I was forty.
After five days they sent me home with the diagnoses that I had Vertigo. Man, not even in the same area as the heart. But, I was really out of it for those days. I couldn't get up by myself because my blood pressure was so low. I would stand up, and down I would go. I was just really out of whack.
I had two really strange things happen to me while I was there. At the time they seemed so real I didn't even question them till after they they had happened.

The first was a patient I couldn't see, but I could hear. This person would just yell for help. Argue with the staff. And yell for the nurse. I think it was a woman, but I'm not sure. But this went on all one night. It was annoying. I couldn't figure out why no one was going to shut this person up. They could at least go and see what the problem was. I never heard a nurse talking to this person. But I could hear the person arguing with whomever.
The next day I asked the day nurse WHF? Where was this person who obvioulsly was not happy. Were they just being a bitch or was there some other reason why they ingored them?
The nurse said she had no idea who I could be talking about. But she would ask the night nurse. Maybe this person only became loud at night.
The night nurse who had been on the two nights before said there was no such person. I damn well knew there was. I had to cover my head with my pillow to shut her up.
That night she started in again. I sat up and yelled. "Will you just be quiet. Some of us can hear you. Look around. Is there a light someplace? Go into already. I'm sorry that's all I can do for you. I can' get up either." She shut up. And I didn't hear anymore from her the rest of the time I was there. I don't know if maybe she had indeed gone into the light. Or just figured she'd better be quiet. LOL.

There was also a little boy. Maybe four or five. I looked out into the hall one evening during visiting hours and there he stood looking into my room. It was as if he was walking down the hall and just stopped. Really cute. Blond. He just stood there watching me. He didn't say anything. Just stood there. I wondered where he had come from? Was he visiting someone? Had he wandered out of a room? He was too little to be on his own. I looked away and then he was gone. I figured he had just walked out of my view. The next day I saw him again. This time he smiled at me. I smiled back.
I asked the nurse again who the little boy was? She said children weren't allowed on the ICU floor. I must have dreamt him. Yeah, right. She must have thought I was nuts or on really good drugs. I know I wasn't dreaming. I know I say him, twice. He must have come back because I could see him. I went home the next day and I didn't get the chance to say goodbye to him, or find out who he was.
I have often wondered though who he was attached too. Was he a patient as some point? Was he attached to someone visiting? Or was he waiting for someone to cross over? He didn't scare me at all though.

This past summer when Patrick was hurt I didn't even think about it as I walked into that ER. I didn't have time to deal with any other souls, his was the only one I had to keep safe. I didn't encounter anything strange, besides that the room did seem really crowded when I walked in. But, four of my guides had been gone for a week and I know beyond any doubt they were with him. They have orders that if any of my kids are in danger or need them, they are to GO and go right that instant and protect them. And I can feel it when they go. I feel... Empty and tired. It's a weird feeling. To suddendly feel drained. And I know they are gone. They had been missing all week. I had even mentioned at class wondering if I had done something to piss them off? it hadn't occurred to me they were with Patrick. When Tom came running into the house saying that the ambulance that had gone past the house was for my son, I knew where they had gone. I wasn't freaking out. But, on the way to the hospital, thirty minutes away. I did feel Paul touch my shoulder. He was back with me. And when I walked into that cubicle. I could feel everyone else there.
Once I saw where he had hit the mailbox and missed the telephone pole by feet. I knew exactly what they were doing. If he had to experience this for what ever reason, they were making sure he it the thing that would give. The mailbox. He still bounced and rolled fifty feet.
I will forever be grateful that 'someone' protected him.

Ghosts and spirits.

As I sit here getting ready for class tonight. I'm centering myself. Trying to calm my mind and just shut off the internal dialog that has a mind of its own. No pun intended. I swear there are times that my brain and memories have detailed conversations with each other, without me saying a word. They just won't shut the hell up.

Tonight we are doing trance work. Three of us will go into a trance and give messages. This freaks me out a little. I don't like being in control. I had a really bad experience about fourteen years ago. Years and years before I worked for this same famous psychic. She put me into a meditative state. And I promptly became stuck in a dark tunnel, surrounded by nasty balls of lights. And one very angry and evil being. He stalked me, he hounded me in this tunnel. And when I tried to leave he wouldn't let me pass. I can tell ya, I was scared to death. I have it on tape someplace and you can tell the psychic was beginning to freak out when I refused to come 'back up' I just couldn't. It took a lot of work on both her and my parts to convince me to find the energy and strength to tell this 'thing' to back the hell off and that he held no power over me.
Years later I worked for a year with this same woman, who by then had become pretty famous. At least in Chicago. I traveled with her to her seances. I was the official smudge person. lol. I cleaned the negative things away from people before they went into the sacred circle for the seance.
It didn't take long for us to figure out that once she was under and talking to dead people. I was getting tons of images. I began to keep a pad of paper in front of me with a diagram with everyone's name written down where they sat. I would write down what I had 'gotten' when the medium was talking to them. They were really damn correct. I still am so surprised when I can do this. I keep thinking. "I'm making this shit up. It's all me. It's not real. Is it?"
I have to say though that there are times when I just know a medium is making it all up. It's just doesn't feel the same. And my own guides snicker in my ear. And I know the person doing the reading is full of crap. It's really hard not to laugh at them sometimes.

I'll let you guys know if Elvis comes through tonight. That is if he's not working at that 7/11 in Ohio. I swear that was him. ;)-

Fall is here.

Nothing much going on around here.

Except dodging combines and wagons. They are everywhere. From my own back yard to all the major roads. And by major I mean the only roads to get us from point A to point B. Most are one two lane gravel and tar byways.

You can't turn a corner without seeing piles of corn. (they have fallen off overloaded wagons on the way to the elevators, which are now open late to take in all the surplus.)

Our local radio station down in Kankakee even gives news updates, like traffic reports but for combines and elevator wait times. Yep, living in the country.
Where else can would this excuse be valid? "I'm late because I was stuck behind a combine and a bunch of loaded wagons. Couldn't get around them, they took up both lanes." and this happens all the time.
Wait times for the elevators is now over an hour. This is insane because they can fill up and dump every few hours anyhow. So, they seem to be on a load and haul your ass schedule. They always have one truck running while they fill up another.

Our fields are bare, and it looks like winter now. I bought my plastic and stables this weekend and will cover my six windows that were opened this summer. I know it seems I live in turn of the century walnut grove. And that isn't far off. Two houses ago, we even had a wood burning log stove in our living room.

Did I mention Tom and Patrick bought a beef steer and he is coming to live at our house soon? yep a real live one and its HUGE. I have no idea how long he will be here. Or where they plan on keeping the thing, besides the one barn that has holes THIS BIG all through it. The poor thing will freeze. And I will not take care of it. I did my time in hell, bottle feeding week old beef calves, with those big baby huey milk bottles.

I feel I keep living past lives. Over and over. What am I not learning?

MAYBE THAT MY HUSBAND IS AN IDIOT!

I can hear what you're saying, you know. What was I suppose to do, let those baby cows starve to death? Allow those pigs to run free? Let those cows continued to eat the neighbors flowers?

All I know is, when I get to heaven, there better be something really wonderful waiting for me. I deserve it, damit. I've already spent my time in hell.

A few T.V shows I love.

A list of my favorite television shows I watch each week.
There are a few new shows that I've become enchanted with.

Heroes. NBC, Mondays. I just love this show. It really is written cleverly.

The Class. CBS Mondays. This one cracks me up.

Night Stalker. Sci fi channel, Fridays. It isn't as campy as the original, but Stewart Townsend makes up for the flaws it has.

Criminal Minds. CBS Wednesdays. I like this one.

NCIS, CBS Tuesdays. This Show crosses both the comedy and crime genres. And Michael Weatherly aint bad eye candy either.

Dexter. Showtime, Sundays. A Showtime thriller. It is both engaging and disturbing. Creepy all the way around.

Grey's Anatomy. WLS Thursdays. What can I say about this one. I love it.

Doctor Who. SCI FI Fridays.

Dr Who

Oh man, it was so cool they brought back Sarah Jane and K9.
I always liked Sarah Jane. Even though she whined a bit much. But she still was with the Doctor for a long while.
There were a few male companions along the way too. Every now and then for a season or so there would be three travelers. The doctor, Sarah and ?
Rose doesn't whine nearly as much as Sarah did. But, I think the doctor always loved Sarah.

Ok, it's over and I actually cried. I know, what a softy. But, I would have loved to see Sarah travel with them again. I don't care if she's forty something. Hell, arent we all forty something?

I do like this new doctor. I wasn't sure if I would or not, but I do.
Ok, for the record...I DON'T LIKE MIKEY. They can drop him off on some far off planet at any time, and I won't cry. Nope, not one little tear.

A HALLOWEEN MEME

A Halloween Meme, curtsey of Doug.

1. What's the scariest movie you've ever seen? It has to be the original Oman. We went to see it at a theatre. During the entire movie the power kept going off. The screen would close and then reopen when the back up power would click on. When we left the theatre, we didn't notice until we were ushered outside that it is was storming like crazy. They wouldn't let anyone back in, so we had to make a mad run to the car. We then had to try and get home ten different ways because the roads were all flooded and closed.

2. What was your favorite Halloween Costume from childhood? A gyspy. A full red skirt that swayed.

3. If you had an unlimited budget, what would your Fantasy Costume be for this Halloween? A pirates of the Caribbean dress.

4. When was the last time you went Trick Or Treating? Hmmm, just a few years with my kids. But for myself? Probably twelve.

5 . What's your favorite Halloween Candy? Whompers. A malted milk ball.

6. Tell us about a scary nightmare you had? There is this really scary face, more of a sardonic grin. It is frozen on the face and just evil.

7. What is your Supernatural Fear? Dying and being trapped someplace and not being able to move on.

8. What is your Creepy-Crawlie Fear? Not a big fan of snakes.

9. Tell us about a time when you saw a ghost, or heard something go Bump in the night.? Pretty much every night. I've always lived in haunted houses. All four of them.

10. Would you ever stay in a real Haunted House overnight? Yes hundreds of times. This house has a few entities. The last house had a gay man. And the first house we lived in as a married couple was built on a hundred year old grave yard. Dozens of ghosts that came and went over that nine years.

11. Are you a traditionalist (just a face) Jack O'Lantern Carver, or do you get really creative with your pumpkins? Traditionalist all the way.

12. How much do you decorate your home for Halloween? Not much. Christmas is my biggest season to decorate.

13. What do you want on your Tombstone? I don't care. I'd rather not have one. Just take me out to the woods and let nature do its thing. I'm donating my organs so after they make damn sure I'm dead and gone, they can do whatever.

MP3 PLAYER FROM HELL.

THUMP THUMP THUMP.

That was the sound my forehead made when I was banging onto my desk.
My son bought a little mp3 player. He tried to install it on my computer. My computer hated the little mp3 player. My computer doesn't play well with other devices.

Seems it has issues.

After numerous times trying to argue and coaxing my computer to allow his mp3 player to co-exist. Patrick gave up. Throwing the helpless little device down on the desk, and stormed out. Well, the computer isn't the only one with device issues.

I had gathered from both children that our computer besides being possessed wasn't allowing the mp3 because we 'I' had updated our windows media player to version 11 last week. Now, I have to agree that version 11 is on CRACK! It would only work if you were connected to the internet. It changed all my settings and was just plain obnoxious to try and use. I then had the brilliant yet flawed idea that I would uninstall version 11 (which I thought was version 10) and then download version 9. Which the mp3 player really wanted and needed to play with. After searching and investigating and trying to download the FREAKING version 9. I find out that NOPE can't do it because I have version 11. I KNOW THIS!!! Ok, take a breath.
I did uninstall 11. Giving me 10. I then tried to unistall 10 thinking I could then get 9. Nope, no deal. Ten was my number and they weren't gonna let me have nine. I then realize that 10 was the freaking version I had had before. Before mp3 player from hell came into my life.
Finally after searching for ever to find where my computer had hidden all my downloaded songs. I had the most brilliant idea ever. I WOULD READ THE INSTRUCTIONS MYSELF. What an idea. Why hadn't I thought of that before. I would read them, find out what type of blood this thing needed and from what rock I would have to get it from.
LOW AND BEHOLD the first line in the instruction booklet says..."YOU DO NOT NEED TO INSERT DISC IF YOU HAVE WINDOWS XP."
This is indeed what I have. I then had to uninstall the device software. I then kept reading. To my understanding no one who doesn't design space probes or talks to on a daily basis a traveling satellite millions of miles out in space would not understand what this little Nazi mp3 player needed. It wanted you to copy, paste, move, have sex with its little Hitler self.
By accident, I somehow managed to satisfy it. It is working. I never want to see the little bastard mp3 player again.

All I have to say is...YOU BETTER STAY AWAY FROM THE WASHING MACHINE. I washed and killed the last one that was left in a pants pocket. I killed it. I drowned it, I dried it and I threw away its little body that was in a dozen pieces. And little mp3 player... Remember. I liked the last one.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.

The Weather

Ok, I know it is October. I also know the weather can change at a drop of a hat. But come on people! One day it is eighty and wonderful. By nightfall it is breezy and by midnight it is tornado alley. Yep, we had tornado weather.

I came out of Kohls and it was wonderful, a warm breeze. Lightening lit up the sky, a lightshow I have never seen. It would light up in a electric blue. Then a few seconds later a tan color. It was amazing. As I got closer to home it was more windy. The trees were bent over touching the ground. The tornado formed over my house I'm told but didn't come all the way down. It did form on the other side of town, it ripped up trees and knocked down powerlines.

No school for our town and two towns next to us. It also blew apart the grain elevator.
Today the weather is seventy. Tonight it is gonna be 39. Yes, thirty freaking nine. What the hell? Mother nature needs to pick a season and go with it for pete sakes.

Yesterday was Salsa Day

Yesterday was Salsa day. No not national Salsa day. Or even Salsa Day in the lunchroom. Jodie and I did our fall Salsa making. We had two and half bushels of Tomatoes. Onions, peppers, hot peppers and assorted other goodies. Not to mention all the jars, canners and items needed to make all this goodness.

You begin by blanching the tomatoes. This takes a few hours with all those tomatoes. Pan after pan. You peel them, core them, squash them and move onto the next dozen cooling in cold water.

It breaks down this way. In two large stock pots we add in each...

forty cups of tomatoes
fifteen cups of onions
fifteen cups of green peppers.
garlic
cider vinegar
two cups of hot peppers
sugar
salt

And then you stir till you can't stir anymore. Then you begin the canning part.

It took about ten hours. We ended up with 28 jars each of salsa. Then with the extra tomatoes we did whole tomatoes. Four or five jars each of those.

Now in a month and a half, we do another ten hours of cookie making. Man, that one is just so long.

Years ago I had a bumper crop of tomatoes and ended up with 80 quarts of salsa. I gave it away to everyone I knew.

Dr Who, and Paula Deen

Tonight was the first episode of season two. I liked it. I wasn't sure if I would like the new Doctor, but I did. I've seen him on something else on the BBC though. A movie I think.

Tonight was always the first show of the NEW Paula Deen show. She now has an audience, still cooking but with interaction from her audience. I hope it gets better, because I wasn't blown away. I love her other show, and was expecting a lot more from this one.
I guess I didn't like MY Paula as sexual as she was. She's not supposed to be hitting on guys in her audience. For shame Paula, for shame.
Just something wrong with hints about hard horns, and how to stick things up them to get them hard. Ok, I wasn't buying it. I want my Paula innocent and goofy.

Almost a YaYa.

I have a married daughter who is 24 and who desperately wants, needs, desires a baby.
Every month she gets her hopes up, just to be crushed when she isn't pregnant...Again.

For the last few weeks I've been dreaming that 'I' was pregnant. Well, that aint gonna happen. But, in the dreams I was most definitely having a baby. A few days ago I had a vivid, heart tugging dream. There was a baby boy. Tubes running in and out of him. He was blond and cute as a bug. In the dream, I just knew that he was dying, and we were just waiting for him to go. I finally told him it was alright for him to go. It would be alright and he would be fine.
The memory of that dream has come back to me know and then over the past few days but I just put it down to a strange dream.

My daughter did find out yesterday that she was eight weeks pregnant. She was over the moon. But by the time she arrived home, she was bleeding. And lost the baby. She didn't even have the chance to tell her husband.
She called me this morning to tell me. And I remembered the dream once again. Had he come to me to ask permission to leave? I think he did.

At least we know she CAN get pregnant. The doctors told her to wait 8 weeks and to try again. I think it is better to loose it at eight weeks instead of seven months. The doctors told her that if she lost it this easily, she would never have gone full term anyways.

I'm hoping he will give it another try. At least I know he is on a psychic level. He came to me in a dream. So, I'm very much looking forward to getting to know him.

Good day...Except...

I slept like a log last night. Something that doesn't happen often. I woke up this morning before the kids went off to school, and then I ran into the dog with my little toe.
He just looked at me as if to say..."That was rude. Why did you do THAT?" I swear he didn't budge. And now I can't put weight on my toe. I can move it, somewhat. But the longer I walked on it today at work, the more it ached. I left an hour early, they can BITE me if they don't like it. And now I'm afraid to take my shoe off. LOL.
Gonna go and get tape to wrap it for tomorrow.
And did I mention that he's not a little dog either. He's a black lab. Probably close to 80 pounds. Almost as tall as the kitchen table. How I didn't see him, I have no idea.

This is the type of thing I'm famous for. The last time I broke something. I was fell on black ice heading for a hot tub in November. I hit the ice and did the windmill thing with my arms. I broke my foot in two places. Half my toes on the broke foot went in two different directions. This way and that. Jodie asked if that's how they normally looked? smartass. No they usually all face the same way. Geesh.

So, here's hoping this toe is just bruised.

Dark Shadows

Hanuman mentioned Dark Shadows on his blog the other day.
http://www.chaiandsympathy.blogspot.com/

and it got me to thinking. Yes, I do that sometimes. And all by myself too. Aren't you impressed? You should be.
Well, anyhow, I loved Dark Shadows. I too would run home from school to watch it with my mom. The vampires, witches, ghosts. Man it was sorta like a family reunion. lol. I loved them all. Angelique was the early version of Alexis on dynasty. Loved her. She was always stirring up trouble.

I've always been a little obsessed with Vampires. I never missed Creature Features. There was always the chance that there was a classic on. But in the sixties that was pretty much all we had. Bella, Vincent, Lon, loved them all. They were the masters.
They switched off playing monsters. Monsters, vampires, werewolves, invisible men.

And no outright blood and gore. Sure we knew it was there, but they didn't have to beat us over the head with it. We had our IMAGINATION to use. And boy did we ever. Slept with the lights on plenty after staying up late to watch some scary movie.

There was just something so sexual I think about 'THE LOOK' before the vampire bite into the neck. Sure they were gonna die, but there was always the chance they would not kill them, but make them into the living dead too. Some stories relied on the three times to make a vampire thing. Until the third bite, they were under the Vampires spell. He could call them to come to him at any time. The bitten were in between the worlds of the living and dead. But, at any time if they pissed off the master, he could just drain them and that was all she wrote. Wow, what control.
Hey, maybe that's where my Bdsm fantasies come from. Ya think? ok, too much information...

But, back to Dark Shadows. Barnabas wasn't handsome, not even cute. But there was something that made him sexy and you were drawn to him. Homely as sin, but man could he mesmerize you. lol. Vampires, go figure.

WE HAVE BABIES

The cat finally had her kittens. I didn't think she was ever gonna have them. Been waiting for weeks it seemed. So, evidently she didn't get pregnant when I thought she did.

She is black and white. She has four little babies. All with white socks like her. Two are white and a light gray. One is white and a little darker gray. And one is black with the white feet. All so cute.

Our other cat who is just about six months old is so confused. lol. He goes over and peaks over the box and watches her with them. And when they make noise he gets this really weird look on his face, like he is trying to figure out what in the world they could be.

Too bad they weren't born last night I could have named them after the Supernova top four. Magni, Toby, Delana and Lukas.

AND LUKAS WON BY THE WAY. YEAH LUKAS!

Work

I was working last night. The last hour I was promoted. Ok, not really, but sorta. They had put me in shoes. I know nothing about stocking shoes. The person in charge came around, looked around and sent me to the office to help out.
For the last hour I sat at a desk and folded and stuffed envelopes.

I am either really good at doing office things, or really bad at stocking shoes.
It might have had something to do with me walking around dragging the same box for ten minutes trying to find out where they went.

Not complaining. Like stuffing envelopes.

The Cars

Ok, I just heard on the radio that the eighties band THE CARS will now be fronted by Todd Rungren. Now, I have nothing against Todd. In fact I used to really like him. But, THE CARS? There is just something very wrong with that.

...Movie quotes for five hundred Alex!

"Live with me!"

"I wouldn't live with you if you had the only tree house and the world was flooded with piss!"

"What.. Is my favorite line from a movie, Alex"

I just LOVE that line. It is from the movie PARENTHOOD. Martha Plimpton says it to Keanu Reeves when he is chasing her across the lawn trying to get her to marry him.
For some reason that line has stuck with me all these years. It might not be exact but it is damn close. lol.

Ok, you guys are slave drivers. I found the exact quote, but I still like my version better.

"I wouldn't live with you if the world were flooded with piss and you lived in a tree!"


So, what are some of your favorites?

Mr Floor wax guy.

There is this guy who waxes the new floors at work. He has one of those zamboni type floor waxers, you know the ones, they are about as big as an old Buick? Well, he seems to always come by for a sweep with his big handy dandy tool when there are a ton of boxes, empty and stock full. We have moved them out of his way several times, all the while giving him dirty looks. He's not catching on. He just keeps coming around while we are trying to stock, fighting to keep up with the pallets or just trying to figure out those floor plans which must have been designed at some high tech facility some place, which by the way must only speak Italian and draw in cyber geek.
He will just stand there with his machine running, spitting wax this way and that while we ignore him. We finally just kick stuff out of the way and he moves on. Content in the fact that we have given in to his far superior intelligence and cunning.

Tina and I have already discussed if a human body can fit in the carboard compactor.

I'll keep you updated.

9-11 coverage

I'm not sure how I feel about this.

Seems CNN will be showing in live time all the coverage they have of that morning, as it happened and they broadcast it.

I understand, we should never forget. I won't. But, I don't think I can stand to watch it all again. Hell, I can't even say the pledge without still tearing up.
It grabs my heart and squeezes it. Any little clip of the footage and I'm one big mess of emotions.

Five years. It doesn't seem like it could possibly be that long ago already.

Old friend, New direction

Isn't it funny how time changes things, and people too it seems.

I have had a very good, best friend for twenty four years. In the past two years she has disappeared from our lives, almost completely. She resurfaces now and again when she has the time for us, which used to hurt and make us furious. She had time for her looser boyfriends and their drug habits, but not the people who have had her back all these years.

She made it out to dinner with us Saturday night for my birthday. Jodie didn't find it unsettling, but I felt she was different, a bit combative especially with the waitress. lol. But, the thing that was pissing me off the most was everything that Jodie and I mentioned on the menu that we'd had that we thought was good, she poo pooed. "I don't like Alfredo sauce, I don't like this...I don't want that." I wanted to reach over and smack her.

I've thought about this for the last two days, trying to figure out what made me mad about Saturday night. I just guess I feel like she's not the same person she always has been, but this isn't a new thought, she has changed over the last two years. Pulled away, and threw our friendships in our faces until she needs someone to talk to. Then were good enough again.
But this time I finally and concretely decided I've had enough. I'm done. I don't need to do dinner or lunch anymore, I don't need none of it anymore. It makes me sad that it has come to this point, but it has and I have.

Dinner first?

I just went to let the old dog, he's 13 or 14 not sure because we found him a bunch of years ago, or rather he found us. Just showed up one day out in our field. Then came up to me in the yard and never left. That was 11 years ago.

Well, today I opened the door, he went to wobble out and peed all over my feet.

Now, I know it's been a really long time since I was out on a date... But isn't he supposed to buy me dinner... Or... Something first?

Posting...

Today is my birthday. I am 42...Yet again. Actually I am 46. I can't believe it. Where did the last twenty years go? And to just bring the fact home today that I'm not twenty something...Not that I'd want to ever be twenty again, my oldest signed the papers on her new townhouse, damn she is a home owner. I'm so happy for her!

My fifteen year old has a drivers permit. Well, he will once I take him to take the test. Can I stall him till he's twenty four or five? I guess not. But, he's not driving my truck, unless I can get a new one. And THAT aint gonna happen, trust me.

I did find tickets for Megan to go to the Kenny Chesney concert on Saturday. And it is also her 18th birthday. Holy shit, shouldnt she still be three?

I can't wait for grand kids. Been trying out grandma names. Nana, meme, me mua, hey you, old lady. Don't know what I want to be called. But not grandma Deb. Ew.

Now, no one is expecting, not that I know of yet, but one can not be prepared enough. Hell, I've already bought boxes of baby clothes. Who can pass up brand new onesie that say..."I wish my babysitter was a hooters girl" But, if it belongs to my oldest daughter, and it best damn well belong to that one, I'll never get to keep the baby any how. Her mother in law will lock down that kid the minute it is born. She will have it to church more than it is home. And my little psychic gifts and cov..Meeting group, I'll never get to bond with it.

But, he will be mine in the end. I've already told my daughter that when she has a boy, he will be gay. I didn't get a gay son, but by Jupiter I best get a gay grandson.

Feeling, meme.

THE MOST JOYFUL I HAVE EVER FELT:
It should be my wedding day, but its not. It should be my daughters wedding, but its not. Wow, I might have issues there with weddings.
I think the most joyful I've ever felt was the first time someone read something I had written and loved it, and encouraged me to continue.

THE MOST ANGRY I'VE EVER FELT:
Wow, I can't place a certain time. I get angry at injustice. seeing people hurt other people and animals.

THE MOST AT PEACE I'VE EVER FELT:
Looking down at the newborn in my arms. Three times.

THE MOST SHOCKED I HAVE EVER FELT:
Watching 9/11 on news reports as it was happening.

THE MOST EMBARRASSED I HAVE EVER FELT: THIS ONE COULD BE BITTERNESS AND HURT TOO.
When my father whispered in my ear what he wanted to do to me. I was 15. My mother was in the other room. He had never done that before or after. But the damage was done. I never forgave him. Not even when they lowered him into the ground a few years later.

THE MOST SAD I HAVE EVER FELT:
When my mom died.

THE MOST FRIGHTENED I HAVE EVER FELT:
When I lost my two year old in a store.

schedule

I received my temp schedule for Kohls and one of the things it says is CBT class.

...Well most of you know what came to my dirty mind. And NO it is not that, it stands for computer based training.

Bummer.

That could have been a fun afternoon. ;)

Dreams? Why is it?

Why is it that while having a dream where you think something is so funny you could just die. Laughing and giggling, finding everything freaking hilarious...

...you then wake up and upon remembering what you had just found so funny not five minutes ago, you decide...WTF? That wasn't in the least funny at all. Why are we so easily entertained in our dreams?

Gas

No, not mine. :0- On that subject all I can say is you DO NOT want to be in the same room with me if I eat broccoli. Holy Fart Machine Batman!

The price of gas. It is 2.99 here at a few stations. Which is wonderful. Now let's just hope it doesn't go up to five bucks a gallon.

Random thought...

On those FLIP THIS HOUSE shows....HOW THE HELL DO THOSE BARELY OUT OF HIGH SCHOOL PEOPLE GET A LOAN FOR 850 grand to buy a one story, one bath bungalow in California covered in mold and looking like something out of the Brady bunch?

Now, those three look like they don't have fifty cents among themselves and they have convinced a bank someplace to give them all that money. Not once but several times. HOW? HOW THE HELL?

New happenings in my life.

I am now on a new allergy med, ZYRTEC, to see if it might help with the Vertigo, and knock on wood it does seem to be helping.
Six days into the fair I had a bad attack. Couldn't come back for two days. The doctor thought maybe, perhaps, outside chance, but probably not... Gee I think he might need to take something for that...
Thought/guessed that it had been tripped by being surrounded by all the animals. Could be, who knows. Or it could have been that potato covered in cheese, or the upteemth elephant ear I ate or the breeze lightly blowing forty miles away, who knows, I surely don't. But I'm keeping my fingers crossed because it seems to keep the vertigo at bay, granted only at bay a few feet. It always seems to be sneaking around someplace to just waiting to jumped me at some un-suspecting moment.

I got a job today. I've really wanted this part time job. It's at KOHLS. The department store. It is brand new and they won't even have the keys until Friday.
I applied last week and they did call and check my references and friends. So, I thought I had made a good impression. Over the three days they took applications they saw 1500 people. Yep, 1500. Can you believe that? that just goes to show that everyone needs a job, and that there arent any.
I was one of 200 that did get one of them. I feel great. I got the hours I wanted, and I will be walking around the store doing recovery. Have no idea what else it will include but I don't care. IT WILL GET ME OUT OF MY HOUSE AND AWAY FROM MY FAMILY!! I should pay them.
Ooh and there is a 15% discount. Gotta love that. And you can use the discount on top of markdowns and sales items. Love that. I go for orination on Friday. And I guess I'll find out when we start to build the store from the floor up.
I've done that once before at a card store. MILLIONS AND MILLIONS of cards. And if I never see another cabbage Patch Doll head eraser my life will be complete. It will.

Oh and I've been subpoenaed. Yep, I have to go to court on Oct 30. Can't I tell them I'm a witch and that is a holiday? Think they will buy that? No? Yeah, I didn't think so either.
Damn, I don't want to do this. I've already given my deposition, I've told them everything I can remember, but no, they won't just pay the damn woman. Why? Why do I have to be the only one who kinda saw what happened?
This happened four years ago. Shit, I can't remember what I had for dinner last night. How the hell do I know what kind of shoes this woman wore when she fell? Christ.

I was working at Dollar General. I happened to be the only one at the register and a woman leaned over a box with two or three liter bottles of coke in her arms. She became top heavy and tumbled into the shelving. Well this caused an avalanche of other shelving, with bottles rolling everywhere. When she fell she broke bones and had to taken to the hospital. Well, the company said it was her fault, her lawyer said it was the stores. And I'm stuck in the middle. The company made my life hell and I finally quit a few months later. Now four years later they have tracked me down and I have to go to court for her.
And now the other employees who were NO WHERE around, much less saw what happened, now all have different memories. They said they saw her fall, that they were just around the corner. BULLSHIT! I CALL BULLSHIT! I had to run all the way to the back of the store to find my manager.
And now I have to go and tell a judge and jury this. I HATE THIS!
Oh, and do you want to know how much my time is worth? $37.27. Yep, twenty dollars for me to sit there, and 17.27 for mileage. By October 30, gas might by 17.27.

I still think I can get away with the witch defense.

Recurring dream

I've had a variation on the same stupid dream for years. Not the one where you go to school naked, or aren't prepared for the big test...
But I am going to school, high school, even though I know I've already graduated the year before. No one else seems to notice or care that I don't belong there, that I've already done all this and don't need to take any more high school classes.

In one part I am in the office trying to figure out where exactly I should be? I have no idea what class I should be going to, or for that matter I have no idea what ANY of my classes are. I'm totally confused and lost.

In another similar dream, I am in school when I shouldn't be but I can't remember what order my classes are in and I know I haven't been to a math class or something in months and I'm terrified that when I do go into this class I will have no idea what they are doing.

Last night I was back in school again, but this time I am my age now and no one noticed that I was way to old to be in high school. I walked around trying to figure out where or what I should be doing but this time I didn't feel scared, more interested in what everyone else was doing.

I've wondered lately if this is because I have a daughter who is a senior this year and is talking collage and schools and going away...(locking her in and not letting her out till she's at least 36) but after thinking about it today I realized I've been having these same dreams for years. And they are always ALWAYS so frustrating when I wake up because even in the dreams I keep saying to myself or anyone else who will listen that I don't belong there that I'VE ALREADY DONE THIS! I'VE GRADUATED LAST YEAR, WHY AM I STILL HERE?

So tell me dream experts what do these dreams mean?

a book Meme

A meme from Doug and Hanuman.

1. One book you have read more than once: The lure, by Felice Picano. And Luck in the shadows, by Lynn Flewelling.

2. One book you would want on a desert island: Idiots guide to surviving on the desert island

3. One book that made you laugh. The grass is always greener, by Erma Bombeck.

4. One book that made you cry: Death among friends, by Michael Nava.

5. One book you wish you had written: Conjuring the flesh, By Brandon Fox.

6. One book you wish had never been written: I don’t know.

7. One book you are currently reading. Someone like you, by Timothy James Beck.

8. One book you have been meaning to read. L.A. Heat, by P.A. Brown.

9. One Book That Changed Your Life. Probably Chariots of the Gods by Erich von Daniken, or perhaps something on transcendental meditation. I think I read them in the early 70’s. I must have been like…12?

Can we say Geek? I had no friend at 12, but I was reading TM? and Chariots of the Gods? Holy Cow batman!

Greased lightening

You guys remember the song Greased Lightening from Grease? Well, I totally forgot to tell you about embarrassing my kids.
Now, you have to understand, I LOVE to embarrass my kids. I don't mean to the extent that cry or want to stab me to death in my sleep, but just a now and then to keep them on their toes. My kids have great senses of humor, sometimes dry, and often undertaker like, but still I love it that they find things funny and don't take me all that seriously. My kids actually like to hang out with me. I take that as a HUGE compliment.

Well Friday night was the 4H dance at the fair grounds. They always have a big dance in the show arena to celebrate the long week of shit they've gone through and to blow off some steam before the next days auction.

Well I was walking with Megan and a few of her friends...One or two I had never met before through the dairy barn heading towards the show arena. The dance had been going on for about an hour and the dj was blasting some pretty good songs. NO slow songs due to the fact last year kids were thrown out for ... uh... Getting to close. Get the idea? Yeah they were pretty much having sex right there in front of the pigs and the 4H gods themselves. So, this year the powers that be decided that no slow tunes would be allowed. So, this year they included a lot of 70 and 80 songs. Great songs too, along with the country that is a stable.
Well, Greased lightening came on and I couldn't help myself. You know the movie, John Travolta and the gang are singing the song on top of the car in the shop and they are doing the little dance, the one where you stick your arm up, then out to the side and then drop down on your knees and then out in front of you? Well, I did that. I did.
It started off innocently enough with just the arm up and out to the side. Then the music took over and I ... ARM UP, BACK DOWN, OUT TO THE SIDE, BACK DOWN, OUT IN FRONT. HIPS KEEPING BEAT, THEN I WENT DOWN WITH THE ARM OUT FRONT. Megs friends laughed, she grabbed me and held on. "MOM, DON'T. OH GOD DON'T" I laughed. "BUT...BUT ITS A GREAT SONG. DANCE WITH ME MEG!" she didn't dance. Party pooper.

I'm crazy. She knows this. Her friends know this. What's the big deal with dancing to Grease in the dairy barn at 11 at night? I'm sure Death and the cows liked it. Heck, the grim reaper needs a break now and then too.

Death comes a creepin'

In the past few days, death came to the county fair.
We've been going to this fair for ten years and I can't remember the last time something died. But within the last few days there was five.

Tuesday a chicken died. I know your thinking...IT'S A CHICKEN, that doesn't count. But it was the first.
Wed after the big pig show, a pig went into kidney failure and had to be put down. It wasn't one of ours though.

The next was a horse. This was horrible. All the kids were lining up for the parade of champions, all the 4 H clubs gathering to take the march into the show arena, when a horse with a girl rider suddenly bucked right next to the line of kids and tried to throw it's rider. The girl was hit hard when the horse reared back, its head hitting her's. She was thrown off and knocked out. The horse continued to buck, it stumbled, breaking it's neck, but not before the broken bones came through its neck with blood gushing every where. The 4 H parade quickly moved out of the way, police and paramedics rushed to grab the girl and protect the crowds. The horse was still alive and they quickly sedated it. The horse did not die right then like I thought it would. They kept injecting him, trying to stop his heart I suppose. Once the rider was prepared and taken to the hospital, they brought tarps and a tractor and pulled it away. The city kids will never be the same.

Friday night, another horse did almost the same thing, but it did die immediately. And it wasn't right out in the open like the first one.
Satuday while waiting in the make up arena, another horse, just dropped dead. I mean, one minute he was up and ready to show his stuff, and the next he was down and dead. An Aneurysm the vet said.

As we were leaving Saturday night the fog began to roll in and it was so creepy. Like something out of the Omen. So, very weird. Hope Death had a good time at the fair.

Carcass results

Well, Megan won the carcass show. Grand Champion. And she made two bucks a pound for her other champion Berkshire pig, and it weigh 259. Her's and Patrick's other pigs made a buck a pound. I wish I could find pork chops for a buck a pound, damn. Cheaper to eat our own. But I refuse to eat things we've raised. It's like cooking your dog. Eww.

Yesterday

Yesterday early, Megan won a first place trophy with FRANKIE THE SNITCH. They took first in her category. Patrick came in third twice. And boy you have never seen a worst sport. He was so pissed at that pig I'm surprised he didn't flip out in the ring and go gladiator on his ass. lol.
The reason he came in third both times (third out of ten other pigs, not so bad) was because the pig didn't want to walk around anymore, he wanted to go back to his pen and would walk over to the gate and stand there. No matter how much Patrick prodded him, threatened him, nudged him with his knee, that pig was having non of it. And after about ten minutes of that pig screaming and arguing and not moving, the judge gave up waiting for the idiot pig to show and gave him third.
Patrick, fumed all day. He is the biggest sore looser. Today he was a lot better. Or they say. I haven't seen him but once at 7 this morning. See, I became very ill at the fair last night. I came home with a massive case of Vertigo. Man, I haven't had an attack that bad in awhile.
I think it was a combo of watching the pigs going back and forth all day, fair food, and just being tired.
I'm finally feeling better and hopefully will be in tip top shape for the auction Saturday. We'll find out the score and winner of the CARCASS pig tomorrow.

Random Thoughts

KING GEORGE
Ok, who did King George piss off yesterday? Gas was 305 then every station around for four miles hiked it up at or around the same time 20 cents. I literally was sitting in line at one station ready to fill up at 3.05 when the stations across the street came out with the tall sticks and changed them to 3.25. The station I was at at least let us in line finish getting the 3.05 price.

THE FAIR HAS BEGUN
The fair has begun. The six pigs were loaded up last night and took the long ride to the fair this morning. It feels so wrong that they won't be coming back home. And it does actually seem empty and quiet out there.
I'll miss Frankie the snitch. Ah well, hope they are good eaten'. Wrong, so wrong. This is why you shouldn't name your future food.

I'm watching the movie Mr. And Mrs Smith. A welcome change I suppose. Seeing that I've watched the same two movies all week thanks to the variety of cable. I've seen THE REF with Dennis Leary three times, and BLADE: TRINITY. Now, I'm not complaining because I really like both those movies. Especially Blade:trinity. Love me some Ryan Reynolds.

DEEP FRIED TWINKIES
I want to know who actually thought of deep frying twinkies??
You just know it was late one night and a bunch of drunks were sitting around after a eating some meal of deep fried something and they were thinking...What could we deep fry night? Fries? Chicken? Turkey? How about a something sweet? I could really use something sweet, they all chimed in. And a box of twinkies were sitting on the counter. Seeing that twinkies have a shelf life of something like four hundred years anyhow, they stuck it on a stick, added some batter, and a carnival staple was born.

Label maker commercial

There is a commercial for some sort of label maker. It shows a birthday party with a bunch of kids. The cake is beautiful, but as each child takes a big bite of their cake, they spit it out.

They then show the mom making labels and putting them on identical containers with labels that now say SUGAR and SALT.

This reminded me of the time I made cookies for my kids. I had small kids maybe one, three and eight. I always had one on a chair, one on my hip and one doing something else to make me crazy.

I went to gather everything so I could measure and mix. I grabbed several Tupperware containers all containing ingrediants. I had flour, sugar, salt, butter and brown sugar. I mixed them all together, made the cookies and was about to put them in the oven. I then noticed my three year old making awful faces, accompanied by the spitting out of the cookie dough. Now, this has never happened, they never miss licking the spoons or beaters. I scooped up a finger full of dough and I too spit it out, gagging and choking it out into the garbage. How in the world could these cookies be so horrible? What was wrong with what ingredient? I back tracked, checking each one carefully. When I came to the brown sugar in the container I learned to my horror that it wasn’t brown sugar after all….it was powered brown gravy mix.

I had made gravy cookies! And let me tell ya…YOU DON’T EVER WANT TO TASTE GRAVY COOKIES.
Ben and Jerry should just stay away from that one, trust me.

How did you meet your partners?

I've always been curious, fine I'm nosy as all get out.
How did you all meet your husbands, wives, partners or last nights conquest?

I met my husband in a club, of course I did, geesh, where else would they have let him in to keep him from falling down? duh.

Seriously, I was with my friend Michelle, sitting talking, when a drinks came to our table. Then around round, then another. Pretty soon there was about seven drinks each for Michelle and me.
I asked the waitress who was sending all the drinks? And who was gonna drive home, cause if I drank all those, I would not be driving, hell I wouldn't be walking. The waitress points to a table and walks away. I lean around to see who she had pointed too and there was a guy with another girl. WHAT THE HELL? One girl wasn't enough? He wanted a few more? Trust me, that wasn't gonna happen.
The waitress comes back and says "did I mention that is his sister he's with?" And it turned out it was indeed his sister. They lived within walking distance from this club and knew the waitress from the neighborhood. Well he finally came over and sat on my side of the booth, and somehow got my phone number and that was almost 23 years ago.
Pitiful I know, but that is my story. How about all of yours?

Question?

Ok, I have a question for you all.
When our favorite guy from Portland was here for the gay games, he told me that a thunderstorm that morning had woken him up and it was really nice to hear the thunder. Because in Portland they don't have THUNDER. I was surprised but he insisted that nope, they don't have thunder. I thought it thundered everywhere. But maybe I'm wrong. So can anyone tell me...

IS THAT TRUE? Or was I a total sucker in believing that line of bull. lol.

...new chapters up.

Oh and there are new chapters of Christian and Theron up at Shut my eyes...
I'll put up two more tonight.

Fallen

Tonight on ABC FAMILY they showed a movie. A really good movie in fact, called FALLEN. Here is my bitch... at the end of the two hour movie, they give us the website and then say "Watch for the six hour television event coming in the summer of 2007. WHAT?!?! why on earth would they show a two hour movie now and then not have a series ready? or move chapters? this is insane to me. By then I'll read the dang books.

The movie was about an adopted boy who on the day of the movie turned 18. He begins to experiance strange things happening to him and around him. He learns he is actually a Nephilim. And there are bounty hunter warriors after him, and any other nephilim they can trackdown and destroy.
A Nephilim is actually a half-angel/half-human. When the fallen angels came to earth they mated with humans and the Nephilim are what they produced. The off-spring of the fallen angels.
There is also a BBC show called HEX that deals with Nephilims as well. But in that case the one Nephilim has concieved a child with a chosen decendent and the child is already born. And upon his birth it released the other two hundred trapped bad nephilims back into the world. Interesting, but it's no CHARMED.

This ABCFAMILY show was tame but interesting. At times a bit on the childish side, with the boy's dog being able to talk to him. He reminded me at times of Duke, the baked beans dog. lol.

Hot Toddy

I finally have met Hot Toddy.

I LOVE HIM!! CAN I KEEP HIM?

He is truly a sweet, funny and charming man.
And any guy would be lucky to find himself worshipping at Toddy' feet.
I am a huge fan of his blog and of his kind heart and soul.

Call from the grave

Today the phone rang.
Now, that in itself isn't anything amazing.
I answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey" the woman with the southern drawl said.
"Hey" I answered.
"Just wanted to let you know we just got here."
"Ok. ... Who is this?" I asked.
"Your MOTHER" the woman laughs.
"Uh...you have the wrong number."
She laughed, said she was sorry and hung up.

Now, my mother has been dead for ten years. I think she must have gotten to where she was going a long time ago. Funny thing is...this woman DID sound like my mom.
I hung up and my husband asked who was on the phone. "Call from the grave" "She said she was my mom."

Wonder who she 'arrived' with?

HEAT WAVE

Welcome to Chicago, and the heats of Hell.

EVERYONE SING:

IT'S A HEAT WAVE...

The Gay Games have arrived, the city is bubbling with athletes and spectators. Hotels are filled, cabs are insane (still? More?) and air cooling centers have been set up all around. Probably not as many as there should be.
Today's temp hit near 100 with a heat index at least 105. And for the next few days it isn't going to be any better. Tomorrow and Monday the heat index will be up around 110. I feel horrible for all the athletes who have trained and waited for these games, only to have to fight the heat along with competition.

Good Luck to everyone.

And Hot Toddy has arrived. He called this morning to ask me to call the Mayors Office to tell them to PLEASE TURN DOWN THE HEAT! I did what I could, but our Mayor has other more important things to do. Like...Digging up plane runways to keep terrorists from attacking Navy Pier or the gold coast. Hmmm, those rich folks don't need protecting, hell they could just bitch and complain the terrorists into surrender.

Max, the cat-fish

Max has discovered the bathtub. Not only does he sit on the side and the ripples, he has taken to jumping in and playing.
Yesterday, I had maybe an inch of water in the tub, tepid not hot, and he jumped right in. I stood and watched him to see what he would do. He walked around, lifting his paws and licking the water off. Then he walked from one end to the other slapping the water with his feet. Very cute. But, aren't cats supposed to NOT like water? Another myth shot down. In fact all the cats we've ever had have liked water. We had a litter a few years ago that their mother had them, and booked, SEE YA! Never saw her again.
I had to bottle feed them, and teach them to eat out of a bowl. Well, you can imagine what a icky mess four kittens would be after eating baby cereal...I taught them to walk into the bathroom after they were finished and wait by the tub. After each meal, they took a bath. They weren't overly happy about it at first, but they went along with it fine. And those cats still play in the water.
My married daughter has one of them and she says he stands in the shower and lays in the sink to catch the water on his tongue.

Strange animals. But, again, they do belong to me.

Hey, I just had a thought...Max is a different color but could he be the dinosaur creature I dreamt about who swam in the tub in the dream I had a while back? hmmm.

Hi ya

Ok, it is five am. I'm trying to find something do besides not sleep. I was watching an old movie with Judd Hirsch WITHOUT A TRACE. I'm assuming this is what the tv show is based on. I was an hour and forty minutes into a two hour movie, when nature decided to let the sky's open up and believe me hell actually has fury like a pissed off mother nature. Cable went kaput, never did see the last twenty minutes of the movie. I'm guessing the little boy was alive, and his mother did get him back, and that the gay guy really didn't have anything to do with it, but perhaps the little boys fathers new girlfriend did. I guess I'll have to see if it ever airs again.

Today, I scraped old old paint off the porch. Must have been on there so long, wood came off with the paint. I can see a trip to Home Depot soon, to buy a new post to hold my porch roof up. Wonder who will come and do this job? Hmm I don't know either.

Then I made mini cupcakes for the coven. I mean 'spirit group' it's my turn to bring treats. Blessed be, ya'all Blessed be.
Jodie, I'm kidding. I swear I haven't joined any cult, or become a wiccan. But, I do really like the capes and the cool hats. You should come to a meeting, I mean 'class' sometime. lol.

I have a new kitty. Will be trying to up load some pics of him soon. He's a little 8 week old solid black ball of crazy. He actually looks like a bat. He has really cool black eyes, and sharp little fangs.
When I brought him home, the dogs gathered round to check out the new house member, said hello and walked away un-impressed. The kitten, who's name is Max, took an instant liking to the old dog with alzhimers. He will sit and stare at the old dog. It's almost like he's chanting. "Oh, ancient one. You are the ancient one." the old dog is loving the attention.

If Max were an ancient roman, his name would be Maximus Kittimus. He really does have an air about him. I'm really digging him.

FAME!

Fame...I'M GONNA LIVE FOREVER...BABY REMEMBER MY NAME!

Ok, today I was shopping and I was reminded of something I almost did to my kids a bunch of years ago.
In the store today there was a mom with a few younger kids in tow, maybe ten or eleven. She looked haggard and about to snap. The kids kept picking on each other and one kept 'telling' on the others. "Mom, she hit me. Mom, why does she get to get that? why can't I get the ...blah blah blah" you get the picture. The mother was trying to ignore them to no avail. At this point I remembered a similar incident involving me and my two younger ones. They weren't as annoying as these three, but damn close. I kept telling them to stop. They continued to bug me and everyone around me, for another ten or fifteen minutes.
I finally snapped. Though, I didn't yell, nor did I beat them to death the yellow Wal-Mart smiley face. I did calmly remind them of the movie Fame. And told them if they did not cease at that very moment, that I would surely as the sun would rise tomorrow, I would run down the aisle with my arms and head thrown back, stick out my chest, dancing all the all the way, and jumping while I was singing at the top of my lungs...

FAME, I'M GONNA LIVE FOREVER, I'M GONNA LEARN HOW TO FLY....FAME....

It was just enough of a shock that they stopped and stared at me like I had three heads. They weren't quite sure if I would do it or not.

And just to prove to them I would have done it, I did too a little run and jump in the parking lot, singing. They were horrified and mortified. I loved it!
It was months before they misbehaved in a store again.

Parents have got to keep these kids on their toes. Keep them guessing what you might do all the time. If they think you are crazy, they won't push you that far.

Paybacks are a bitch.

Missiles?

North Korea is testing medium and long range missiles now?

Lovely, just freaking lovely.

Like we didn't have enough stuff hanging over our collective heads already.
And have you ever seen their leader guy, I can't think of his name, but everytime I see him, with his little jumper thing on, he reminds me of somebody and I can't think of who. A cartoon maybe. It will come to me sooner or later. It's late/early and I can't think straight, so forgive my ignorance at not knowing what his name is.

BINGO

Last night, I won ten dollars. I did.

The next town over from ours always has a small 'festival' for the forth of July. It is always held in Firemen's Park, which is separated by a paved parking lot next to…the fire station. Hence, the name Firemen's park. Get it? I was sure you would.

Any how, they have a few booths, the ladies this or that sell raffle tickets for any number of things, the car dealership raffles off a car or truck. And they have a different band each night. There are about ten or twelve lame rides, put together by a rag tag group of carneys I wouldn't let work on anything I valued, but we allow our children to ride dangerous rides that might kill them, built by same said men. Oy.

They also have BINGO. I love bingo, for the record. I went tonight because, let's face it, there isn't any thing else to do around here, so, lets go play fifty cent BINGO.

Sitting next to me were a few ladies, one got up to go and get a soda or something and when she came back, the chair bite her. Ok, you know the chairs I am gonna talk about. The ugly wooden brown ones? The ones that your grandma had stashed away in the garage or basement and only pulled them out for Christmas or Easter dinner? The same ones used in every church basement from Seattle to the Florida Keys. Well, she went to pull it out, and it closed on her finger. HARD. She winced, moaned, held her finger and tried to make due. Finally, she showed it to one of the bingo guys. Who by the way tonight were all public school employees. You could tell too. Our card guy had on white shorts down to his knees with a stripped shirt. Science teacher. You just could tell. The caller: he kept cracking the lamest jokes known to man. PE teacher or maybe math.

Anyhow, the science guy went to look for a band aid. He came back and told her he couldn't find one, but he had called over to the fire house, and they were gonna bring one over. Now, I state again, it is on the other side of the parking lot. They could have walked it over in two minutes. Nope. They came out of the station in the ambulance with lights flashing, and drove over to the bingo tent.
The ladies friends all got up and left. Certain of the humiliation to follow. I started to laugh. "Is this for you?" I pointed at the ambulance coming towards us, and she moaned louder and hung her head in shame.
They pulled up, and started to unload. She couldn't take it any more, jumped up and ran over pointing at her hurt finger. We all were practically in stitches, when she walked back with a band aid on her finger. They loaded up the ambulance and went back across the parking lot.

They must have been bored!

The next game was a free game of bingo. And I won it. TEN whole dollars. I then spent half of it on a raffle ticket for the pickup truck. Boy, that would make my day. A pickup truck with BRICKYARD racing shit on the door.

Man, I would be so envied around here.

Pie?

It is 7:50 pm and my husband is cleaning blueberry pie off his hands, and pants. Why, you ask is he doing that? Because...It smeared.

It began awhile ago. He's been an ass all weekend. Hell, he's been an ass for 14 of the past 21 years, but, who's keeping score, besides me and the lawyer. Anyhow, I bought pies to snack on. An apple one and a blueberry one. Patrick and Tom both like blueberry, so that is why it has been sitting on the counter for two days.

I mentioned a little bit ago as I was cleaning up the dinner mess that there was blueberry pie. Tom snapped "it's cherry, not blueberry." I turned and said. "NO, it's blueberry" Tom stopped and nearly screamed at me "BLUEBERRY!!" I picked up the pie to just show him it was blueberry. Honest I did. But, then something in me snapped, maybe it was the way he was standing, maybe it was the permanent snarl planted on his face, maybe it is the fact that I am full of American Indian blood, mixed with pissed off Irish, I don't know. All I do know is that I threw it at him. It hit the garage can, it splashed all over his jeans, funny thing is that it pretty much just hit him. He looked shocked. When he wiped it off his pants and his hand came up blue. All I said was.... BLUEBERRY. And walked away.

I told him it was blueberry.

Strange things I've seen

I've seen some strange things, and have been seen as well.

Yesterday coming home from an afternoon class with my spirit teacher there was a red Rhode island red chicken just walking down the side of the road.
There is no joke about why the chicken crossed the road. She already was across and leaving town.
I have no idea where she was coming from or going. But, she seemed to be moving at a good clip, she must have had someplace important to be today.


And this morning, my new neighbors saw me in my underwear. Now, that is something NO one needs to see, let alone the neighbors with the horses. You already know my take on people who own and show horses, so, I was shocked, but not as shocked as she was.

My two black labs have gotten into the habit of going out around midnight, or one and not coming home till six or seven in the morning. I've had to walk down the half mile in the morning to bring them back home. They either are walking through the sub division or just running, playing in the horse peoples yard. I'm terrified they will cause some damage and try not to let them out together. For some reason if they are separated, they don't run. The antisocial dog just is nuts, and I do think he's gonna have to go, or I'm next in line for the dog whisperer.

This morning, while I was still in bed, I heard them all barking. The bark that says..."We're eating the garbage man, you don't mind do you?" I jumped up and ran to the door. Never expecting to come face to face with our neighbor. She was as surprised as I was to see I was in my tee shirt and undies. I tried to slide out to the side of the door, but it didn't work well.
She was coming to tell me that she had come home to find my dogs stealing her downspout off her gutters. This is the second time she said that they've stolen them. Why? I have no freakin idea. I haven't seen them around anyplace.
I did have some weird black rubber box thing, that I sent Megan down with on her way into town, to see if that was hers? Nope, no here's, and it turned out to be a rat trap. I have no idea now where they have stolen that from. Geesh.
She said, they have lots of rabbits, which obviously the dogs chase, and the bunnies run up into the black gutter things to hide, and the dog just pulls them off. I guess I'm gonna have to go out and look in the field to see if I can find pieces of the neighborhood that my klepto dogs have stolen.

This is the same dog who holds the old neighbors hostage. But, I'm still holding out that someday, they will be found out to be terrorists and my dog was the only one who knew. He will be a hero. Really, he is. A hero perhaps that steals everything he can get his sticky little paws on though.

Her name was Karen

Ok, I've posted the HER NAME WAS KAREN story over at my sister site. Take a read and let me know what you think. I still can't friggen figure out how to make an entire new page for the NEXT to open up too though.

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HAPPY PRIDE

For those of you who are going to parades and parties, be safe and have fun.
...and if any of you might be dancing in tight little speedo's, with your sweaty bodies covered in sweaty sparkles...

WE WANT DAMN PICTURES PEOPLE!!

Lewis Black, Red, white and screwed.

If anyone has HBO I recommend this speical, Lewis Black, red, white and screwed. I laughed my ass off.
I've seen his other HBO show and that one had me in tears, I laughed so hard.
He might not be for everyone, he pretty much hits on all groups, but not in a cruel or horrible way, and makes no bones about saying the F word.

Freaky broom lady

Today, my son and daughter and myself went to MORE garage sales. Love em! This was another town one, so there were many many to choose from. Perhaps about ten into them, we came were in a really nice subdivision and I found a red wicker broom. The kind you put by the door.
The lady doing the selling, looked vaguely familiar, I think she is in our 4H group. And I believe she is one of the horse people. Not that she IS a horse, but that they show horses. Those horse people generally don't tend to get along with the rest of us. The cow people, and the swine people, they get alone pretty well. The beef people and the sheep people, can tolerate each other, but those fowl people and the goat people they are thick as thieves. Never figured out why though. Hmmm a mystery.
But, I digress. This horse lady, she was interested in why I was buying the broom, and what it's purpose was. She said she and her daughter had been trying to figure out what it was used for.

This is where I was just....me.
I told them, that actually, you were supposed to hang it on the left side of your front door. And this would ward off evil spirits and nasty things you didn't want coming into your home. They looked at me like they were going for the pitch forks and burning torches. I paid my two dollars and added as I was leaving her driveway..."If you were so inclined to believe such things." smiled a big toothy smile and walked away.

Patrick was walking with me and he quietly added.
"I think you freaked those people out. And did I mention I think they are horse people from our 4H?" I answered the only way I could.

"I am what I am, and I'm not ashamed of it. Be that witch or shaman or just your plane old mom."
He laughed and said in baby talk as he was patting me on the head.
"And that's why we loooove you sooo much"

Smart ass.

East coast blackout, part 2

We did manage to finally get Syracuse and rest for one day.
The second day we were taken to a state park/beach. My friend's sister and her kids had taken us, and we were all sitting, talking just enjoying the afternoon, when the strangest thing happened.
Here in the Midwest, we are programmed to hear the beeping-warning beep beep sound, and know it is some form of a weather alert. I looked around and realized that all the beeps were coming from all the radios, scattered around the beach. Everyone lounging under an umbrella, or bbq'ing had a radio on. The beebing alert sound was followed by news reports and silence. I mean REAL silence. Quiet like I've never heard before. At this point, the entire park was dead quiet. Everyone was listening to the radio reports. Then a hundred cell phones went off. So very creepy. I grabbed my own cell phone and called back home. I find it strange that I was in the middle of history, and had to call back to the Midwest to get details. I learnt that there was a power outage, that kept growing, and they didn't know what had caused it,
My only thought was terrorists, and that I had just driven all night, to let my kids die. And die in a place they had never been before, and a place that I had no idea where anything was, or how to get to anywhere.

At this point, everyone just stood up, began to gather their belongings and start walking back to the parking lot. We noticed that water was puddling in places, but it didn't occur to me till later, that the reason was because the sump pumps weren't working, because there was no power.
About this time, a loud, rumbling was heard. I froze. What the hell was that? We weren't from those parts, and I had never heard that sound before. My friends sister informed me causally that was the sound of F16 fighter jets taking off from a nearby air force base, and heading to NYC probably. Which was only something like two hundred miles away. Just A few minutes by fighter jet though.. All the radio stations were saying the same thing, no power, possible terrorist attack. The coolest thing was, and still is, is that people in upper New York, kept calm. No fighting, no panicking, it was totally twilight zone moment for us.

We found out as we were sitting in the truck in the parking lot that five jets had gone to patrol the east coast while two would be on continuous circling around Syracuse. And they were.
As we found our way out and back towards home, all the traffic lights were out, four way stops became the norm, and people were all very calm.
It became apparent though, that not everywhere was without power. You could go 15 blocks with nothing, then on one street corner a 7/11 would have power. The huge Carousel mall had power, but the zoo did not. It was hit or miss.

We got back to their house, no electricity. We began helping to pull out what we needed to cook in the freezer so it wouldn't ruin if the power was out for any length of time. The grill would work, and their stove worked. So, that wasn't an issue. The kids gathered all the candles they could find, they set the table, before it got dark, and we just did what we could to make due.
About this time, someone had a bright idea to go and see if anything in the neighborhood store or gas station that had power so we could get some ice. I said I would go, and my two daughters went too. We left, began driving around, and promptly got lost. We three had never driven anywhere alone in this town. Smart idea.
We were wandering, and came upon a gas station, mini mart that was open with a generator. I was shocked that he wasn't gouging prices, nope, everything was either normal price, or on sale. What a saint. We picked up bags of ice, pop, and beer. Then tried to find our little red riding hood asses home.

About an hour later my friends son called and asked where we were.
"uh, I'm not sure. I see a Chinese take out place. Ohio, hookers" He laughed "OH you ARE on the wrong side of town." He someone talked us back to the "right" side of the city, and we were back home again. Dinner was on the table and everyone was sitting down, when my friend came home from work, her business was on that did have power so every senior citizen in the city came for dinner.
She said when she walked in, all she smelt was a combination of widely different smells from boysenberry, to pine, to strawberry to blueberry tart. All the different candles scents that were burning at once.

We sat talking when the ceiling fan started to twirl. We were browning back up. Yeah, the air was back on. We had power. It was almost too bad, there was something very relaxing about sitting, eating and talking with no background noise. Such simple things, things we don"t do enough.
Once we sat watching all the thousands of people walking across the bridge somewhere in New York, and all the finger pointing had begun, the maps began showing all the states without power, or partial power. New York, blamed Canada. Canada blamed Ohio, Ohio said screw all you people, we had nothing to do with this mess.
I felt eyes looking at me.
"Um, weren't you just in like, all those states the other night?" They asked looking at me, and back at the tv.
"Listen, I had nothing to do with it. My bet is on the unabomber drug dude. He looked like he had enough c4 in that back pack to do some major damage." I could tell they didn't believe me. Just trying to deflect the blame. Pretty much the same way as Canada was.