The biggest controversy of all time........
Will season 6 of LOST be interrupted by the Winter Olympics?
http://screenrant.com/lost-final-season-6-interrupted-winter-olympics-ross-32182/comment-page-1/#comment-156788
Personally, I wouldn't watch the Olympics if LOST was on, hell I wouldn't watch the Second Coming if LOST was on, but I've been waiting so long just for season 5 ( I can get it on December 8, yay !!!!) that its not that big of a deal to miss a few weeks in the middle. Its not like its going to ruin anything.
Sure that's what I say now.
I had to leave a comment though.
December 8th is a Tuesday. You know we will be staying up all night watching.
10 days.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Black Friday is officially the beginning of Christmastime.
Thanksgiving was good. A small crowd this year, just me and Royce and the kids, my mom't cousin and my mom. Mom did all the cooking as usual.
Watched the parade, the dog show, and Home Alone. Love that movie.
I miss my dad.
Thanksgiving was good. A small crowd this year, just me and Royce and the kids, my mom't cousin and my mom. Mom did all the cooking as usual.
Watched the parade, the dog show, and Home Alone. Love that movie.
I miss my dad.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Worked tonight for Michelle, cause it was her boyfriends birthday.
And she is working my Wednesday, so I get Thanksgiving Eve off.
Yay !!!
Tonight was one of those nights that make me ask myself why I became a nurse.
What was I thinking?
Haven't had one of those in a long time.
But in 2 hours I get to go home....
And sleep.
So its all good.
Finally saw Twilight.
Edward is so beautiful.
And she is working my Wednesday, so I get Thanksgiving Eve off.
Yay !!!
Tonight was one of those nights that make me ask myself why I became a nurse.
What was I thinking?
Haven't had one of those in a long time.
But in 2 hours I get to go home....
And sleep.
So its all good.
Finally saw Twilight.
Edward is so beautiful.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
My Prince Charming
We haven't had a bank account for some time. Owed the bank money, yadda yadda yadda. So yesterday, Royce went to clear some things up with the bank, and got another one started. So we are feeling good about that. This time we are going to be much more careful and appreciative of it. So that is on the right track. Last week he installed our new hot water heater and a few days ago fixed the pipe that attaches to the roof so it would pass the inspection, and yesterday the gas company came out and turned our gas back on. So now we have hot water again. You don't know whatcha got till its gone, trust me. We were showering over at my mom's. I'm sure she is happy about it too. And last night I signed up for 2 extra shifts on the pay period that will finance Christmas. So, things are getting better and better.
The kids teeth are finally getting done, its a long process, with lots of dental procedures. Its funny how I have 3 dads for my kids, but only one of them - Royce - actually contributes to any of their medical/dental expenses. ALL of the kids medical expenses have been left up to me and Royce. Mike and Kirk have NEVER helped with those. But we are finally getting it done. At the beginning of next year, 2010, we will both have flexible spending accounts with the maximum allowed, so we will have $10,000 of pretaxed money to spend on everyone. The plan is to get all the cavities and fillings fixed in 2010, then to get the braces started.
After I went to work last night, Royce came home, cleaned the kitchen, did all the dishes. Next weekend we are taking a day and mega-house cleaning. Every room, thoroughly. So those are my plans for next weekend. Exciting, huh?
Royce and Tyler haven't gotten along for a long time. Probably from the start. There was always that tension - at first Royce "taking" Mom away, then as the years went on, disagreeing with him, Tyler not liking things Royce did - and alot of it rightfully so - as far as the house went and drinking etc. Well, Royce had a talk with Tyler last night. Apologized for things, and let Tyler know that he is committed to the house and our family. Its one of those things I wanted Royce to do, but don't want him to do it unless he means it, so kinda has to do it on his own, not because I'm asking him to. Well, last night he did. I am so happy about this. I know trust takes a long time, but I think things are going to go smoother from now on.
I'm so lucky to have Royce. He has never been or will be a domestic person. He just isn't. It was alot to have him want to be part of my life enough to get married and to take on my 4 kids and my house, and my life. It feels so good to have him help me with the bills and the house and the kids. And to mean it and want it. I have never had this with a guy. Kirk never helped me, and was always so mean. I would never have left him if he hadn't been so mean. But I could only take so much. When I left, and realized that Mike wasn't going to help me either, I kinda accepted the fact that it was me and the kids on our own. But then Royce came along. We have had our share of problems, but he really really loves me and I love him to pieces. It was instant from our first date - and we knew it. I don't write about him very often. Maybe I should. Just wanted to today.
Love you Roycie.
The kids teeth are finally getting done, its a long process, with lots of dental procedures. Its funny how I have 3 dads for my kids, but only one of them - Royce - actually contributes to any of their medical/dental expenses. ALL of the kids medical expenses have been left up to me and Royce. Mike and Kirk have NEVER helped with those. But we are finally getting it done. At the beginning of next year, 2010, we will both have flexible spending accounts with the maximum allowed, so we will have $10,000 of pretaxed money to spend on everyone. The plan is to get all the cavities and fillings fixed in 2010, then to get the braces started.
After I went to work last night, Royce came home, cleaned the kitchen, did all the dishes. Next weekend we are taking a day and mega-house cleaning. Every room, thoroughly. So those are my plans for next weekend. Exciting, huh?
Royce and Tyler haven't gotten along for a long time. Probably from the start. There was always that tension - at first Royce "taking" Mom away, then as the years went on, disagreeing with him, Tyler not liking things Royce did - and alot of it rightfully so - as far as the house went and drinking etc. Well, Royce had a talk with Tyler last night. Apologized for things, and let Tyler know that he is committed to the house and our family. Its one of those things I wanted Royce to do, but don't want him to do it unless he means it, so kinda has to do it on his own, not because I'm asking him to. Well, last night he did. I am so happy about this. I know trust takes a long time, but I think things are going to go smoother from now on.
I'm so lucky to have Royce. He has never been or will be a domestic person. He just isn't. It was alot to have him want to be part of my life enough to get married and to take on my 4 kids and my house, and my life. It feels so good to have him help me with the bills and the house and the kids. And to mean it and want it. I have never had this with a guy. Kirk never helped me, and was always so mean. I would never have left him if he hadn't been so mean. But I could only take so much. When I left, and realized that Mike wasn't going to help me either, I kinda accepted the fact that it was me and the kids on our own. But then Royce came along. We have had our share of problems, but he really really loves me and I love him to pieces. It was instant from our first date - and we knew it. I don't write about him very often. Maybe I should. Just wanted to today.
Love you Roycie.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Chinese Water Dragon
Got to spend a little time with Dad tonight. My patient Mr. H has alot of the same mannerisms, says the same things, just acts the same way as Dad did. And I would bet he has undiagnosed Parkinson's. He has that shuffle, the slow speech. And he laughs the same way as Dad, and at the same things. Kinda felt like I was hanging out with Dad for a little while. It was nice.
And you know I was at his beck and call all night. Without a complaint.
Tuesday was Syd's birthday. She is 15 now. Boy does time fly. I kept trying to remember what I was doing that day at different times, 15 years ago. When I woke up with contractions, when I went to the hospital, when they admitted me, when I got my epidural, when I delivered. When I saw her for the first time. What she looked like. Just all of it. I don't think I have ever been in that much gut-wrenching god awful pain in my entire life - all other deliveries put together. She was OP which is sunny-side up, which now I know, made it a lot worse. Nurse Bitch turned my epidural off at the end (I've done that so many times myself). I think I begged for death like 100 times.
But you know, I'd do it all over a hundred times now - for my Syd.
I got her a Chinese Water Dragon. Its a little lizard. Actually pretty cute. I had never even heard of one, but she asked for one, so I thought I would try it. We named it Mu Shu, after the little Chinese Dragon in Mulan. Got her some music CDs and video games that she asked for. Got almost everything on her list. She even asked for a balloon. Got her a musical birthday card that has dogs barking on it. A pair of socks with chihuahuas on it. A chihuahua charm bracelet. The movie "Beverley Hills Chihuahua." (Notice the theme here?) She wanted to go to the Chinese Cultural Center for dinner, so we all went there. She had her favorite - fried rice with veggies. Tyler had to work, but Taylor came with us. Seems like lately she is Tyler's stand in when he can't or won't be here.
Over all it was a very nice day. I"m very close with Syd. Even at 15. I think this is a major mother-daughter accomplishment that I am very ok with. I know I certainly didn't feel about my mom at 15 the way she feels about me.
Love me my Syd.
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Sidenote:
Is is wrong that I wash my hands more after touching a morbidly obese patient? You know, the 500 plussers?
Just sayin.
And you know I was at his beck and call all night. Without a complaint.
Tuesday was Syd's birthday. She is 15 now. Boy does time fly. I kept trying to remember what I was doing that day at different times, 15 years ago. When I woke up with contractions, when I went to the hospital, when they admitted me, when I got my epidural, when I delivered. When I saw her for the first time. What she looked like. Just all of it. I don't think I have ever been in that much gut-wrenching god awful pain in my entire life - all other deliveries put together. She was OP which is sunny-side up, which now I know, made it a lot worse. Nurse Bitch turned my epidural off at the end (I've done that so many times myself). I think I begged for death like 100 times.
But you know, I'd do it all over a hundred times now - for my Syd.
I got her a Chinese Water Dragon. Its a little lizard. Actually pretty cute. I had never even heard of one, but she asked for one, so I thought I would try it. We named it Mu Shu, after the little Chinese Dragon in Mulan. Got her some music CDs and video games that she asked for. Got almost everything on her list. She even asked for a balloon. Got her a musical birthday card that has dogs barking on it. A pair of socks with chihuahuas on it. A chihuahua charm bracelet. The movie "Beverley Hills Chihuahua." (Notice the theme here?) She wanted to go to the Chinese Cultural Center for dinner, so we all went there. She had her favorite - fried rice with veggies. Tyler had to work, but Taylor came with us. Seems like lately she is Tyler's stand in when he can't or won't be here.
Over all it was a very nice day. I"m very close with Syd. Even at 15. I think this is a major mother-daughter accomplishment that I am very ok with. I know I certainly didn't feel about my mom at 15 the way she feels about me.
Love me my Syd.
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Sidenote:
Is is wrong that I wash my hands more after touching a morbidly obese patient? You know, the 500 plussers?
Just sayin.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Half Life
Well, I've discovered the half life of Tegretol.
Ok, the WHOLE life, cause right now is when I have come back to myself.
Just in time for the holidays, I guess.
Whole life must be 6 weeks. It was the last week of September that I ingested my last dose.
Is it so unlike me to go against what the doctors say?
Not really. And once again, I am SO ok with it.
Dropped the kids off to school. Needed some me time. Went to the Rail. Had french toast and sausage. With syrup= yum. And long islands. Fed some money into the juke box, listened to all the great voices.
Its weird, cause when you think of drugs, and being altered, you think of alcohol, and meth, and pot, and cocaine, and all those street friendly drugs.
But thats not the jist of it.
There is blank......
the dead.......
the white.......
the blah.......
the even......
the bland.....
the white noise........
and all of this under a doctor's care.
This is the intended effect of the meds.
I learned about bipolar in school.
How people are very non-compliant because the drugs take the "high" away.
Well, the drugs took ME away.
And I would rather have a bad day.
OK, a hundred, thousand bad days,
than to be NOT me.
Than to never feel again.
I put on Amy Winehouse - and felt her.
And Comfortably Numb. And I was.
And Korn. And felt I was Coming Undone.
There is this thing, I can't really explain it, its probably one of those things only kindred spirits can know. Its a physical surge, a physical climax, during certain music. It will hit me unexpectedly, but is is all too genuine. Maybe I'm speaking in bipolar, or in musician language, I don't really care. I can only describe it. It kinda starts in my lower back, and goes all the way up to my head, or jaw, or somewhere, a tingling. It when music really gets me. Its never the "right" music, the right group, it never listens to the appropriate. It just is. It only happens when I feel it. And it happened today. Its been so long. I used to feel it all the time. During Mozarts requiem, during the cantata at Tempe church for christmas, during Butterfly kisses, during Manson. It is a nondiscriminatory feeling. It is blind to the "right kind" of music. It happens when it happens. And it is happening again.
I WILL NEVER TAKE TEGRETOL AGAIN.
My half life is over.
My whole life is back.
Bad or good.
I am too great of a person, to not be me.
To not be me.
The 5 stages of Loss.
Kubler Ross.
I recognize a little denial lately. That this isn't really me. That I was misdiagnosed. That its over, It isn't happening anymore.
That THEY were wrong.
BUT.....
I just need to accept it, and deal with it, and embrace it, and recognize it.
Me is someone I need to get to know and accept, but someone I've known all along.
I can smell the winter grass again.
I can feel Manson again.
And Diana Krall.
And Sinatra.
And Chopin.
I can taste a raindrop again.
And cheesecake.
And the cool breeze.
And the orgasms of life.
The plain and simple that are just glorious.
Me.
Me.
Me.
I never knew how brave I needed to be.
Ok, the WHOLE life, cause right now is when I have come back to myself.
Just in time for the holidays, I guess.
Whole life must be 6 weeks. It was the last week of September that I ingested my last dose.
Is it so unlike me to go against what the doctors say?
Not really. And once again, I am SO ok with it.
Dropped the kids off to school. Needed some me time. Went to the Rail. Had french toast and sausage. With syrup= yum. And long islands. Fed some money into the juke box, listened to all the great voices.
Its weird, cause when you think of drugs, and being altered, you think of alcohol, and meth, and pot, and cocaine, and all those street friendly drugs.
But thats not the jist of it.
There is blank......
the dead.......
the white.......
the blah.......
the even......
the bland.....
the white noise........
and all of this under a doctor's care.
This is the intended effect of the meds.
I learned about bipolar in school.
How people are very non-compliant because the drugs take the "high" away.
Well, the drugs took ME away.
And I would rather have a bad day.
OK, a hundred, thousand bad days,
than to be NOT me.
Than to never feel again.
I put on Amy Winehouse - and felt her.
And Comfortably Numb. And I was.
And Korn. And felt I was Coming Undone.
There is this thing, I can't really explain it, its probably one of those things only kindred spirits can know. Its a physical surge, a physical climax, during certain music. It will hit me unexpectedly, but is is all too genuine. Maybe I'm speaking in bipolar, or in musician language, I don't really care. I can only describe it. It kinda starts in my lower back, and goes all the way up to my head, or jaw, or somewhere, a tingling. It when music really gets me. Its never the "right" music, the right group, it never listens to the appropriate. It just is. It only happens when I feel it. And it happened today. Its been so long. I used to feel it all the time. During Mozarts requiem, during the cantata at Tempe church for christmas, during Butterfly kisses, during Manson. It is a nondiscriminatory feeling. It is blind to the "right kind" of music. It happens when it happens. And it is happening again.
I WILL NEVER TAKE TEGRETOL AGAIN.
My half life is over.
My whole life is back.
Bad or good.
I am too great of a person, to not be me.
To not be me.
The 5 stages of Loss.
Kubler Ross.
I recognize a little denial lately. That this isn't really me. That I was misdiagnosed. That its over, It isn't happening anymore.
That THEY were wrong.
BUT.....
I just need to accept it, and deal with it, and embrace it, and recognize it.
Me is someone I need to get to know and accept, but someone I've known all along.
I can smell the winter grass again.
I can feel Manson again.
And Diana Krall.
And Sinatra.
And Chopin.
I can taste a raindrop again.
And cheesecake.
And the cool breeze.
And the orgasms of life.
The plain and simple that are just glorious.
Me.
Me.
Me.
I never knew how brave I needed to be.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Prejean the Karma Queen
"And you know what, in my country, in my family, I think that I believe that a marriage should be between a man and a woman. No offense to anybody out there, but that’s how I was raised and that’s how I think it should be between a man and a woman. Thank you very much.”
-Carrie Prejean
Were you raised to make a video of yourself masterbating too?
jesus fucking christ
When you go public as a saint,
karma has a way of writing your name in the sand,
in the form of a video that surfaces.
Christians should be quiet, until they are perfect.
Or at least keep the camcorder off.
And who says there isn't such a thing as Karma.
-Carrie Prejean
Were you raised to make a video of yourself masterbating too?
jesus fucking christ
When you go public as a saint,
karma has a way of writing your name in the sand,
in the form of a video that surfaces.
Christians should be quiet, until they are perfect.
Or at least keep the camcorder off.
And who says there isn't such a thing as Karma.
Monday, November 09, 2009
What It Takes to Let You Go
http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2009/nov/09/aerosmith-guitarist-steven-tyler
Can all this craziness be true?
Can it be possible?
My Baby quitting after 40 years?
My world is crumbling.
Life as I know it is over.
Steven can't be gone.
(If it is true, its kinda cool that I got to see one of the last concerts.)
But seriously, this can't be happening.
Maybe I will wake up and the world will just be the way it should be.
What am I going to do?
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Pictures of the House
My Living Room
This is where we do all of our LOST watching
My Sweet Tebs
Check out the tongue
No more pictures!!!
The picture I drew on the wall in the dining area
Ryan - Isn't he getting big?
My House
Yes, this REALLY is my address. Cool eh?
My backyard - I just planted the bouganvilla and grasses against the fence
Looking at my mom's house from my yard, the house I grew up in.
The view from my front porch - the spooky old house is over in that lot
Lyndsey laughing at Charlie the Unicorn
The newest additions to our family - Suicune and Mew
This is where we do all of our LOST watching
My Sweet Tebs
Check out the tongue
No more pictures!!!
The picture I drew on the wall in the dining area
Ryan - Isn't he getting big?
My House
Yes, this REALLY is my address. Cool eh?
My backyard - I just planted the bouganvilla and grasses against the fence
Looking at my mom's house from my yard, the house I grew up in.
The view from my front porch - the spooky old house is over in that lot
Lyndsey laughing at Charlie the Unicorn
The newest additions to our family - Suicune and Mew
Pics of the Kids
Tyler kickin back
Princess Lyndsey
Best Buds
Chynesta loving the camera
Sydney and her sweet self
Princess Lyndsey
Best Buds
Chynesta loving the camera
Sydney and her sweet self
Happy November
So my mom and Mrs. P have been friends for like 40 years. Best friends. The P's and my parents were best friends for ever. Went to the same church, my mom and her taught Cradle Roll together forever. A year or so ago she was diagnosed with lung cancer, got treated, and hoped that it was gone. Of course, lots of praying in the mean time. But the doctors wouldn't totally say it was gone. So now, they found it again, and it has spread. My mom was talking to me yesterday about it, said that Jean was worried because her chemo was going to cost like $6000 a month and there was no way she could afford that. So she was going to pray that if doing the chemo was the right thing, that god would provide. So later that day she got a call from the insurance company telling her her co-pay was going to be only $5 a month. This of course was recieved with much thanking of god and praising the good Lord for working a miracle.
My question is, you know, if god was really in charge of the miracles, why wouldn't he just spare you of the cancer in the first place?
Just a question.
Anyhow, I'm glad she will have her meds paid for. I hope she will get better. And if believing in Santa Claus helps her get through this, well, then more power to her. Who am I to tell a cancer victim that their prayers just hit the ceiling?
Went to lunch with Jill yesterday. It was really nice. Caught up with her on facebook. She is doing so well. We talked about alumni. It just cracks me up how people treated her back in April at alumni. People that made every waking moment of her high school experience, all 4 years, a living hell - are like "Hey Jill! Oh my god, so glad to see you", want to sit by her, all interested in her life now, all playing nice nice. Now that she has money, and success, a hot car - everything in life that the world considers success - she has. So different from what was her reality in high school. A living hell, with not one friend, and everyday people torturing her. She works for Richmond American Homes, who control 35% of the housing market here, is Vice President of the division in Scottsdale, sells land to huge huge sub-divisions. Is her own boss, and just got an award yesterday for not only being the youngest vice president at 39 years old, but also the first female. She drive a hot little sports car. She is attractive, still has a nice hot little body. And she is happy. Has a wonderful husband and life is good. I am SO happy for her. I remember high school. I saw it happening, couldn't stop it, but I also chose not to take part in it. She said I was one of the very few people in high school that she considered a friend. I am so happy for her. At alumni Colleen, who wouldn't give Jill the time of day in high school, much less be seen with her, was all up in her business, so interested, so "into" Jill now. She kept quizzing her about her life. Wouldn't let me talk to Jill at all. Its like "Jill's life can't possibly be better than mine, I have to find something wrong with it." Colleen was so pretentious too. She could barely stand sitting at the same table as me. Its like, you know, 20 years after high school your big career move is to work for Starbuck's selling cups of coffee making 8 bucks an hour. And you are looking down at anyone? She just hasn't progressed very much from high school. I almost expected to see a Karmex container at her side at all times. And Colleen wasn't the only one. All of these people, that were so mean to her, looked down on her, treated her so badly - she is doing so much better than all of them.
The best revenge is living well I guess.
Halloween went well. Trick or treating was great, as always. The kids were so cute. Loida actually came over to see me that day. I wasn't home, the kids had her come inside and visited for awhile. It was Jazmin's birthday, and apparently all she wanted to do for her birthday was to come to our house. Ahhhh............
I haven't talked to Loida for a year and a half. I miss her. Maybe things will finally get better between us.
We got a hot water heater. Royce is in the process of hooking it up. We haven't have hot water for god knows how long. Finally, little by little, things are getting better for us. We are going to fix the front and back doors in a week or so.
Baby steps.
Watched TROY last night. I had never seen it. My god, is that boy fine. Love my Brad Pitt. A little violent, but the hotness surpassed any negativity from the bloodshed. Great story too. Yeah, one of those stories I was never taught during my great adventist education. The whole Helena of Troy, yeah, didn't know she was the face that launched a thousand ships. Didn't realize it was the same story with the big Trojan horse. Didn't know it was Greek mythology, probably didn't actually happen. Yeah, didn't know any of that.
But I know that Ellen White and the Kelloggs cereal guy were some how related.
Yeah, that kinda information is really gonna get me far in the real world.
Thanks Thunderbird. Money well spent.
I totally found Hal Stephens on Facebook. Found him from your page Steph. I wrote to him, he wrote back, its so weird. Its been 20 years since I have talked to him. he is doing a lot of music. Actually is really really good. Here is the link to the songs on his MySpace.
http://www.myspace.com/stillroadmusic
I love reconnecting. With good people.
Syd's camera is working, and now we have internet, and so I am going to attempt to take some pictures today and post them. Pics of the house, the kids, etc.
I got Syd a little "emergency bag" for her locker at school. She will be 15 on the 17th of this month. She hasn't started yet. She is going to any minute. I don't want her to be at school, totally unprepared. It can be devastating enough when it first happens even if you are prepared. I just want her to be ok. So I bought a little make-up bag and put in it 6 little pads, some little wipes, a new pair of undies, and a bottle of Motrin. I also got a pair of pants to keep in her locker. She is totally uncomfortable with the whole thing, just wants to forget it and act like it will never happen. My precious little Syd. Its almost time.
Well, I best be getting the house cleaned. Am cleaning my bedroom today. It is a biohazard zone at this point. Bought new sheets, a new comforter, am going to put curtains up in front of the closet, the doors came off. Am going to rearrange and make it look nice in there. Everything will be matching too. The walls are purple and red, and everything I got is maroon. Got to make our love nest a pretty place.
Namaste and Happy November
My question is, you know, if god was really in charge of the miracles, why wouldn't he just spare you of the cancer in the first place?
Just a question.
Anyhow, I'm glad she will have her meds paid for. I hope she will get better. And if believing in Santa Claus helps her get through this, well, then more power to her. Who am I to tell a cancer victim that their prayers just hit the ceiling?
Went to lunch with Jill yesterday. It was really nice. Caught up with her on facebook. She is doing so well. We talked about alumni. It just cracks me up how people treated her back in April at alumni. People that made every waking moment of her high school experience, all 4 years, a living hell - are like "Hey Jill! Oh my god, so glad to see you", want to sit by her, all interested in her life now, all playing nice nice. Now that she has money, and success, a hot car - everything in life that the world considers success - she has. So different from what was her reality in high school. A living hell, with not one friend, and everyday people torturing her. She works for Richmond American Homes, who control 35% of the housing market here, is Vice President of the division in Scottsdale, sells land to huge huge sub-divisions. Is her own boss, and just got an award yesterday for not only being the youngest vice president at 39 years old, but also the first female. She drive a hot little sports car. She is attractive, still has a nice hot little body. And she is happy. Has a wonderful husband and life is good. I am SO happy for her. I remember high school. I saw it happening, couldn't stop it, but I also chose not to take part in it. She said I was one of the very few people in high school that she considered a friend. I am so happy for her. At alumni Colleen, who wouldn't give Jill the time of day in high school, much less be seen with her, was all up in her business, so interested, so "into" Jill now. She kept quizzing her about her life. Wouldn't let me talk to Jill at all. Its like "Jill's life can't possibly be better than mine, I have to find something wrong with it." Colleen was so pretentious too. She could barely stand sitting at the same table as me. Its like, you know, 20 years after high school your big career move is to work for Starbuck's selling cups of coffee making 8 bucks an hour. And you are looking down at anyone? She just hasn't progressed very much from high school. I almost expected to see a Karmex container at her side at all times. And Colleen wasn't the only one. All of these people, that were so mean to her, looked down on her, treated her so badly - she is doing so much better than all of them.
The best revenge is living well I guess.
Halloween went well. Trick or treating was great, as always. The kids were so cute. Loida actually came over to see me that day. I wasn't home, the kids had her come inside and visited for awhile. It was Jazmin's birthday, and apparently all she wanted to do for her birthday was to come to our house. Ahhhh............
I haven't talked to Loida for a year and a half. I miss her. Maybe things will finally get better between us.
We got a hot water heater. Royce is in the process of hooking it up. We haven't have hot water for god knows how long. Finally, little by little, things are getting better for us. We are going to fix the front and back doors in a week or so.
Baby steps.
Watched TROY last night. I had never seen it. My god, is that boy fine. Love my Brad Pitt. A little violent, but the hotness surpassed any negativity from the bloodshed. Great story too. Yeah, one of those stories I was never taught during my great adventist education. The whole Helena of Troy, yeah, didn't know she was the face that launched a thousand ships. Didn't realize it was the same story with the big Trojan horse. Didn't know it was Greek mythology, probably didn't actually happen. Yeah, didn't know any of that.
But I know that Ellen White and the Kelloggs cereal guy were some how related.
Yeah, that kinda information is really gonna get me far in the real world.
Thanks Thunderbird. Money well spent.
I totally found Hal Stephens on Facebook. Found him from your page Steph. I wrote to him, he wrote back, its so weird. Its been 20 years since I have talked to him. he is doing a lot of music. Actually is really really good. Here is the link to the songs on his MySpace.
http://www.myspace.com/stillroadmusic
I love reconnecting. With good people.
Syd's camera is working, and now we have internet, and so I am going to attempt to take some pictures today and post them. Pics of the house, the kids, etc.
I got Syd a little "emergency bag" for her locker at school. She will be 15 on the 17th of this month. She hasn't started yet. She is going to any minute. I don't want her to be at school, totally unprepared. It can be devastating enough when it first happens even if you are prepared. I just want her to be ok. So I bought a little make-up bag and put in it 6 little pads, some little wipes, a new pair of undies, and a bottle of Motrin. I also got a pair of pants to keep in her locker. She is totally uncomfortable with the whole thing, just wants to forget it and act like it will never happen. My precious little Syd. Its almost time.
Well, I best be getting the house cleaned. Am cleaning my bedroom today. It is a biohazard zone at this point. Bought new sheets, a new comforter, am going to put curtains up in front of the closet, the doors came off. Am going to rearrange and make it look nice in there. Everything will be matching too. The walls are purple and red, and everything I got is maroon. Got to make our love nest a pretty place.
Namaste and Happy November
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