Sunday, June 25, 2006

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.



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...


Saturday, June 24, 2006

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.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

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
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.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

East coast blackout...

Part One.

I was in Syracuse, New York, when the lights went out, and it all went to crap. But beyond popular belief, I had nothing to do with it. Yeah, I was in pretty much every state that was affected forty eight hours before, but that was just a coincidence. I had NOTHING to do with it. I pinky swear.

I had driven with my three kids the day before. (A twelve hour drive, which took twenty hours. I suppose we weren’t supposed to see the Canadian boarder twice, thrice?) We saw parts of OHIO, except they wouldn’t let us in Cleveland. Who knew they had a dress code? An entire City with a dress code, I was impressed.
Honestly, we tried. But, the highway we were on suddenly came to an end with a huge dug out letter X in the middle of it. Guess Major Daily has larger plans than Chicago huh?
We saw Detroit and 8 mile road, at four in the morning. WAAAY wrong place to be at that time. One gas station, only spoke Korean, they pointed us in the direction we should be heading, or best they understood us. . The next was two really cool gay men, who pointed out that if we had passports or birth certificates, they could get us to Syracuse in about four hours, going through Canada. Darn it, I didn’t think to bring passports and birth certificates…WASN’T LEAVING THE COUNTRY, JUST GOING TO SYRACUSE. Err. Back towards Ohio.
The next stop was just off 8 mile road, where a gentle old black man, offered his help. He was sweeping the front of his gas station, and brought us out a map, showed us where we were, where we were heading, and exactly which way to get there. Only problem was in the middle of him highlighting our map…the local drug dealer showed up. Honest to Pete. It is five in the morning, and this guy walks up, out of know where, wearing headphones, dark glasses, a Unabomber hoodie and backpack, He walks up to the old black man, and my Daughter Deanna. When all of a sudden old black man, looks up, sees’s Unabomber drug dealer and SCREAMS…GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE…NOW!! To his credit, young black Unabomber dude, just turned and walked off. Wow! I kept looking for Emimen and Rabbit to walk out of the quickie mart. And all the help old black man gave us only cost nine dollars. He said he wanted to buy a burrito. A nine dollar burrito? But, at that point, I would have given him just about anything to get us where we were going.
Deanna kept complaining about the nine dollar burrito for an hour as we followed the map out of Michigan to the letter, the old man knew his maps that was for sure. . I was hysterical by this time, and kept laughing. I told her to shut up, or I was selling her to recoup my nine bucks to the first Polygamist I came across. They were always looking for more wives. She asked what a Polygamist was? I laughed harder.

. Oh, did I mention leaving the first exit out of Unabomber dudes territory, we overshot our exit on the major highway and I just put the truck in reverse, and backed up the highway about twenty feet? No? Well I did. I’d have enough of that town. No other cars were out at that time anyhow. Tough beans, I wasn’t gonna go down one more road to turn around and end up in Mexico, via Michigan.

Once we were in Pennsylvania, (gotta give it up to Pennsylvania for there rest stops though, fantastic. Clean, clean and sparkling clean. Never saw cleaner rest stops.
I was pretty certain we might make it now, and quizzed daughter on what she was looking for. “We stay on this road. We stay on this road till it changes from 80 to 90. Just 80/90 nothing else. You got that? Yeah? 80/90 nothing else.) I went to sleep. I woke up hours later and asked where we were? Were we in New York State yet? No? Ok, just stay on 80/90. And we should be seeing Buffalo soon.
I woke a few hours later. Where are we? Pennsylvania? How the hell could we still be in Pennsylvania? I looked at a road sign. 87. WHERE THE HELL ARE WE? AND WHY DID THAT SIGN SAY 87?!?!
As God is my witness her response was…”I was on 80 and it was going so well, I just thought I’d stay on it when it changed to that other number.” I sat staring at her dump struck. “You thought you’d just stay on the new road?” OMG. We were so far into the state we were seeing signs for NEW JERSEY. Ok, maybe not that far. But we did see all of the Pocono’s. Lovely, but about eight hours out of our way.
We ended up in Wilkes Bar around two pm. We should have been in Syracuse at nine am.
We finally did get there by four. Ragged, tired, and looking like something out of ROAD TRIP TO HELL.
Our trek had taken us from Illinois, through Indiana, Ohio, Michigan, Canada, Ohio, Canada, Pennsylvania, Canada, New Jersey (almost) New York, almost back to Canada. I swear we saw the same bunch of people swimming their way towards the border all night long. I bet they reached a new life before we were out of Michigan/ Ohio. And they had found jobs and housing, before we were out of Pennsylvania.

Dreaming of flying

Anyone ever dream of flying?

I've had a variant of the same dream since I was a child. It usually begins with me dancing. Not just any dancing. But a cross between a sort of slow, sensual gypsy, ballet, out of body experience type of dancing. I begin by swaying, then leaning forward, dipping down to the floor. Then back up to sway and move, twirling round, feeling my skirt going this way and that. Vintage Stevie Nicks.
Soon, I am leaning and dipping all the way to the floor, faster and faster. At this point I realize that I can float just above the floor. I sway down, slowly and just stay there. I lift my feet and I am floating. I learn that if I look up, I move up. To the left, left, you get the idea.
Soon, I am flying up and down, over and around, kinda like the boys in Peter Pan. It is wonderful. I find great joy in floating down to just a few inches from the floor and hovering there. I then put my arms up, interlock my fingers and slowly roll, until I am facing the ceiling. I then float up. It really is the most wonderful feeling.
There are several flying dreams. One is outside, on another planet. Where there are mountains that aren't mountains at all, a purple sky and A gulf that can't be crossed without flying across it. But, I do it easily.

I wonder what the flying represents? Freedom? Undefined joy? I'm not sure.

Right before I awake, my last thought as I am flying is: When am I gonna really be able to do that? I can't wait to learn to fly. Then I wake up.
Then there is a feeling of loss. Like something has been taken away from me. I really would love to fly.

Friday, June 16, 2006

Adventures in Garage sale land.

I must have gone to a hundred garage sales over the past two days. No shit! I really love going through other peoples junk/treasure.

It was Dixie Days and our little Mayberry town and the one on either side of us, had garage sale days. I believe every senior citizen within a million miles must have come out for these.
I somehow managed to avoid being run over, trampled on and beaten to death with handbags.
I also was very proud of myself for not running over the hundred or so baby buggy's, pregnant women carrying two or three toddlers while being nine months along again. I didn't kill any of them, I'm so proud of myself. I didn't yell at not one of them to control their demon spawn or beat them with my purse, children or their mothers, or grandmothers for that matter.

I DID manage to find a few good deals and one great one.
I bought a few candle holders,for fifty cents each. I found a box of Christmas lights and garland for a dollar. I found a huge Halloween pumpkin for a dollar. (my kids teased me that all I needed was something EASTER and something RED WHITE AND BLUE and I would have all the holidays covered.) four pairs of shorts for Patrick a pair of pants, a hoodie, and sweatshirt, all from ABERCROMBIE and all for 11 bucks. But, the GREAT deal was ... Wait for it...I found an Abercrombie winter coat for him, I've seen this coat in the store for 160 bucks, I got it for 12 dollars. Woo Hoo. I love it! And it is barely worn. I bet who ever had it didn't wear it but a few times. Doesn't even look broke in.

Ok, I did say I managed not to be run over and trampled right? Well, almost. On our way home, we zipped into the drivethru of McDonald's. Oh, and my drivers window has decided not to go down. Have no freaking clue why, but it won't work, so like white trash, I had to open the door to place my order, geesh.
Anyhow, this McDonald's is a McDonald's/gas station/mini market thing. So, on the side of the drivethru they were unloading cases of beer. I was placing my order when this HUGE ASS pickup truck decides to squeeze thru between my four x four and the beer truck. He didn't make it all the way and hit my passenger side mirror. The guy just smiled, shrugged his shoulders and left. He drove off. I was PISSED. Thankfully it didn't do any real damage, just bumped it and moved the truck a little.
I can't believe he just left and didn't even stop. What an ass.

So, that was my day.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

I'm old

Today over at Scott-o-rama-
he was talking about how he felt old. Not sleeping, feeling aches in places he's never felt them before. Oh, and he's been caught watching :gasp: the weather channel.

I can so relate.

I don't sleep either. I might 'nap' a few times during the night, but hardly ever a full on sleep. It starts around one. I'm tired. I think I can doze off. Nope, not yet. I turn on the tv, check my blog, check everyone elses blog. Hoping beyond hope, someone like myself is up and has posted something funny and witty. No such luck.
The dogs then have to go out. I try reading, I try finding the dogs. They've left the country. I then try to sleep. I keep thinking about things that happened when I was in first grade. Things I'm not even sure REALLY happened in the first place.

Around four, I yell for the damn dogs again...I picture them in sombreo's knocking back tequila in some dive. Never coming home, ever again.

At around six thirty. I hear my neighbors leaving for work. I then have to get up, put on my shoes and go and retrieve the missing dogs. They probably have the old people across the street held hostage, yet again. They hate those old people and refuse to let them come out side. I personally am beginning to wonder if maybe they might actully be terrorists living out here in the country, hiding out till it is time to spring into action. But, my dogs will save the day, because the terrorists won't be able to get out of their front door. Yeah dogs.
I have to go, walk across the street and threaten them within inches of their lives. (dogs, not old people) to get them to come home.

Then around eight, I really begin to think I might be able to sleep....Nope, not yet. By then I can't go to sleep anyhow, Charmed is on TNT and I MUST see which episode it is. Geesh.

Then around ten, I feel tired enough to actually sleep the sleep of the dead...but the dogs have decided they must go pee, and are eyeing the neighbors once again with suspicion. Hmmmm.
I might as well, check the blogs once again, flip on the weather channel. And for those of you who are not familiar with the weather channel. They do have some very interesting shows on there. It is sorta like reading playboy for the articals. "No really, I only watch it for the storm story shows." Yeah, right.

And I know buying Ben Gay and heating pad probably isn't far off in my future. Damn. I hate Ben Gay. Pick your nose one time with it still lingering on your finger...and you can smell things happening in France. Opens everything up.
Ok, probaly more information than you needed. And NO I don't pick my was the guy on the Weather Channel, really, honest.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

a four meme

I was tagged by Hanuman for a meme. Here goes.




GRANT PARK ILLINOIS (a different house)















Sunday, June 11, 2006

Strange dream

I had a strange dream this morning. Now this in itself isn't anything unusual. I have a lot of night time strangeness happening all the time. I seem to attract ghosts and spirits all the time. But those are for another dozen posts. LOL.

In the dream I was out in a garden, and I was moving a large leafy plant. And I found underneath it three small puppy size creatures. One was already dead, another was on the verge, but the third was healthy and robust. I took the two remaining ones inside my house and took care of them. The sick one was suddenly gone from the dream so I knew he had died. But the third was healthily and fun. He began to grow quickly. He seemed to be a cross between a seal and a wiener dog. He had a seal like sleek body, with little tiny legs. He was a grayish color with no hair. And if I ran a tub of bath water, he would run through the house and jump in the water and swim under the water. He was so cute, just adorable and I really loved him.
He slept with in my bed, he followed me around everywhere I went, a pet.
The other strange thing about his appearances was that he had two objects that protruded from around his neck/collar area. They appeared to be bones/blades? Something like that. But he never tried to hurt anyone with them.

I began taking him to vets/universities/museums trying to find out what he was. No one could help me, nobody had ever seen anything like him. Finally I found a professor who turned white and couldn't get away from Dinky fast enough. Yep, I named him Dinky in the dream. The professor asked where I had found him? Had there been others? and what did 'I' think he was? I told him, and I had no idea what he was really.
The man, told me to get Dinky out of the building since he was probably disease ridden and I was totally insulted. Dinky sorta growled at him. He backed away and gave me a website to check...ONCE I WAS HOME AND AWAY FROM HIM. Wuss I thought. But, Dinky and I went home. I checked the site and sure enough there were pictures of something that looked like baby Dinkys, then larger ones, door size Dinkys. They said they were prehistoric CELIOCAMPS. And that they were viscous and large. One picture showed the creature tearing it's prey apart with those bones/blades/tusks? I looked over at my creature fast asleep on my bed, snuggled with my cat. How could something this cute become something so horrible?
And where had he come from? If he was actually prehistoric, then were did they come from?

I then woke up.

Ok, anyone want to take a stab at what this dream means? and Yep, I have tried looking up CELIOCAMP and can't find a dinosaur by that name. Maybe I'm spelling it wrong. But at full size it was about eight feet tall, he had little legs, could swim like a fish, but walked on land. All four legs were the same size. He was grayish, sleek and could run as well as swim like a seal.

And just for the record...if I find this creature living in my barn...I'm keeping him. Would make a great watch dog, dinosaur?

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Can someone explain to me?

Can someone explain to me how to post a long post, or story and use the NEXT or CONTINUE to next page thing? LOL. What I'm asking is, how to link other pages, how to USE other pages so I'm not having to use up an entire weeks worth of space for one story.
I've tried searching for THE HOW TO do it in Blogger but can't seem to figure it out.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006


I forgot to mention that Patrick also had a torn lung. It somehow fixed itself after they watched waited all day Saturday, another round of xrays finally showed it had repaired itself. Amazing.
He's doing good, still moving slower than slow, and needs help doing everything. I keep having to cut tee shirts down the middle so he can get them on, then I toss them into the trash because of all the icky oozing that is taking place from his back.
He saw one of the doctors yesterday and they said he is doing great, but still have no idea how long he'll be out of commission. At least a few months though. They kept telling him, No football, No hockey, nothing that you can get hit in the head. But the doctor told him, "I think baseball would be fine in a few months. What are the chances of getting hit in the head with a baseball?" He actually said that. I wanted to smack him. Does he watch baseball? Has he ever been to see teenage boys PLAY baseball? My son, is truly my child, he can get hit with a baseball, even when he's not playing baseball. LOL. We just seem to attract weird things like that.

So, NO, NO sports at all.

I did give him the best advice I could though. "Sports might not be the most dangerous thing you have to watch out for. I would be very careful not to piss off your sister. She will clobber you and then feel really bad about it later." He laughed, but I know he knew I was serious.

Speaking of his sister. Those two fight all the time. She is twenty seven months older than him, and they have always gotten along really great, UNTIL just a few years ago. Teenagers are not nice to each other. Even if they are related to each other.
But, this weekend she made me proud. She sat with me in the ER and everytime he would cry, she would cry. She even went ahead of me on Saturday, so he would have someone in his room with him while I tried to find him comphy clothes to wear home. I arrived and found her curled up in the recliner, wrapped in a blanket watching TV with him, at 8 am.

Monday, June 05, 2006


OOH OOH, NCIS entire first season 23 episodes out on dvd tomorrow June Sixth. Who says 6-6-06 was gonna be a bad day? YIPPY! I have to get mine on payday.

Have I said I LOVE this show? yep, that and Charmed. And Dr.Who. And CSI. And about a half dozen more, but I've been waiting for NCIS for a long time.

6-6-06 a few tid bits about the beast.

666 Biblical Number of the Beast
660 Approximate Number of the Beast
DCLXVI Roman Numeral of the Beast
665 Number of the Beast's Older Brother
667 Number of the Beast's Younger Sister
668 Number of the Beast's Neighbor
999 Number of the Australian Beast
333 Number of the Semi-Beast
66 Number of the Downsized Beast
6, uh..., I forget Number of the Blond Beast
666.0000 Number of the High Precision Beast
665.9997856 Number of the Beast on a Pentium
0.666 Number of the Millibeast
X / 666 Beast Common Denominator
0.00150150... Reciprocal of the Beast
-666 Opposite of the Beast
666i Imaginary Number of the Beast
6.66 x 102 Scientific Notation of the Beast
25.8069758... Square Root of the Beast
443556 Square of the Beast
1010011010 Binary Number of the Beast
1232 Octal of the Beast
29A Hexidecimal of the Beast
2.8235 Log of the Beast
6.5913 Ln of the Beast
1.738 x 10289 Anti-Log of the Beast
00666 Zip Code of the Beast E-mail Address of the Beast Website of the Beast
1-666-666-6666 Phone & FAX Number of the Beast
1-888-666-6666 Toll Free Number of the Beast
1-900-666-6666 Live Beasts, available now! One-on-one pacts!
Only $6.66 per minute! [Must be over 18!]
666-66-6666 Social Security Number of the Beast
Form 10666 Special IRS Tax Forms for the Beast
66.6% Tax Rate of the Beast
6.66% 6-Year CD Interest Rate at First Beast Bank of Hell
($666 minimum deposit, $666 early withdrawal fee)
$666/hr Billing Rate of the Beast's Lawyer
$665.95 Retail Price of the Beast
$710.36 Price of the Beast plus 6.66% Sales Tax
$769.95 Price of the Beast with accessories and replacement soul
$656.66 Wal-Mart Price of the Beast (next week $646.66!)
$55.50 Monthly Payments for Beast, in 12 easy installments
Phillips 666 Gasoline Used by the Beast (regular $6.66/gal)
Route 666 Highway of the Beast (where he gets his kicks!)
666 mph Speed Limit on the Beast's Highway
6-6-6 Fertilizer of the Beast
666 lb cap Weight Limit of the Beast
666 Minutes Weekly News Show about the Beast (airs daily from
Midnight to 11:06 a.m., on Cable Channel 666, of course)
666o F Oven Temperature for Cooking "Roast Beast"
666k Retirement Plan of the Beast
666 mg Recommended Minimum Daily Requirement of Beast
Lotus 6-6-6 Spreadsheet of the Beast
Word 6.66 Word Processor of the Beast
Windows 666 Bill Gates' Personal Beast Operating System
#666666 Font Color of the Beast (the gray in this table!)
i66686 CPU of the Beast
666-I BMW of the Beast
IAM 666 License Plate Number of the Beast
Formula 666 All Purpose Cleaner of the Beast
WD-666 Spray Lubricant of the Beast
DSM-666 (rev) Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of the Beast
66.6 MHz FM Radio Station of the Beast
666 KHz AM Radio Station of the Beast
66 for 6 A Beastly Score for an Innings (in cricket)
6 for 66 Bowling Figures of the Beast
6/6/6 Birthday of the Beast (but in which century?)

I borrowed this from the Dungeon Board. Love those guys ;)

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Thank You

Well, both are home now.
Coty seems good. Still can't remember much after a few minutes, but the doctors have said that should correct itself in about a week. Thank God! He also has a concussion and fractured jaw.

Patrick, came home tonight, finally. Everytime they would get ready to let him loose, something would act up. This morning, his breathing became labored and it was obvious that something wasn't right. Down to xray he went again, to find out he had a leaky lung. Air was escaping from someplace, not dangerously but enough to make it hard to breath. A few hours later it corrected itself. They finally let him come home late tonight. I'll have to go and get the scripts filled tomorrow, and I need to also get some gauze and some triple antibiotic salve. I can't remember what they said to get, I have it written down.

Boy, am I tired. I slept in a chair a couple hours today though.

Thank you all for your well wishes.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

a meme

1) How old do you wish you were? 27, I was in happy and in love, expecting a baby.
2) Where were you when 9/11 happened? Sleeping. Jodie called waking me up. I got up and watched and cried. It never occurred to me that my husband was working in downtown Chicago until he called saying they were evac ing the buildings and he just had a m16 or some gun pulled on by a marine.
3) What do you do when vending machines steal your money? I don't use them
4) Do you consider yourself kind? I think so.
5) What did you eat for breakfast today? No breakfast. It upsets my stomach.
6) If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be? I have a wolf on my upper back left shoulder.
7) If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be? German.
8) Do you know your neighbors? Some. Mostly because my dog is antisocial and he holds them hostage until I come and collect him. I comfort myself thinking he knows something evil about them that no one else knows. A sleeper cell, and only he knows it. Some day he will be a hero.
9) What do you consider a vacation? Going somewhere fun!
10) Do you follow your horoscope? Nope.
11) Would you move for the person you loved? Yep
12) Are you touchy feely? I can be. I am very tactile. I touch things.
13) Do you believe that opposites attract? Yes.
14) Dream job? Getting paid BIG BUCKS to sit and create my own books and stories.
15) Favorite channel(s)? BBC America, TNT, HGTV, SCI FI channel.
16) Why do people always delete questions out of these? Because they can take a lot of time!!!!
17) Favorite place to go on weekends? Garage sales
18) Showers or Baths? Baths
19) Do you paint your nails? No
20) Do you trust people easily? No not at all. Not fact to face. I always am wondering why they are being nice to me. What do they want??
21) What are your phobias? Water, big time. Never get me on a cruise.
22) Do you want kids? Yes, you want a few?
23) Do you keep a handwritten journal? I've tried, but I can type faster than I can write, so this blog is it! (I agree with Hanuman)
24) Where would you rather be right now? England
25) Who makes you feel guilty? Me.
26) Heavy or light sleep? Light
27) Are you paranoid? Why? You want something? What did I do? Why are you looking at me...?
28) Are you impatient? Yes, yes, and yes.
29) Who can you relate to? Not many people.
30) How do you feel about interracial couples? No a problem
31) Have you been burned by love? Yes.
32) What's your life motto? Believe in God, but still lock your car doors, he can't be watching you AND your car at the same time.
33) What's your ringtone on your phone?
Goody Two shoes, by Adam Ant.
34) What were you doing at midnight last night? Sleeping
35) What did the last text message on your phone say? MOM? Could you go and get me McDonalds?
36) Whose bed did you sleep in last night? Mine
37) What color shirt are you wearing? Black, long sleeved tee.
38) Most recent movie that you watched? Couldn't tell ya. I don't remember
39) Name three things that you have on you at all times. Purse, a book, reading glasses.
40) How much cash do you have on you right now? Nothing right now. In my jammies
41) What's your favorite town/city? Syracuse.
42) I can't wait to (til): Have a friend day.
43) Who got you to join myspace? Nope, no myspace.
44) What did you have for dinner last night? A piece of chicken and some spinach dip on bread.
45) When do you wanna get married? Damn, already am.
46) Who is the last person you spent $50 on? My kids
47) Do you have an air freshener in your car? No
48) Does anything hurt on your body right now? My head. I've had a headache for two days.
49) If you could choose, how would you pass on?With my keys wide open.
50) Any sex today? Alone? Or with someone else?
51) Do you miss anyone? The man my husband used to be. Years ago when we first married.
52) Do you like revenge? Yep
53) Know how to swim? Barely
54) Do you know how to skate? Yes, with four wheels, not two.
55) Did you do sports in high school? Cheese club count?
56) If you could have one wish come true, what would it be? To be financially solvent.