Was out clipping the horses yesterday and wouldn't you know it? I got trampled! Last weekend, Gideon stepped on my two little toes on my foot. Yesterday, Zoey reared up and kicked me with her leg (I have a HUGE black and blue bruise), then she stomped on my big toe, on the same foot that Gideon got last week. So now, only two toes are safe and functioning. :( We started to get impatient with her, so she's funky looking with some hair still on her back and sides. Maybe tomorrow we'll get back to it. We needed a break. :)
So today, all I've done is work on my 80's music player. Bad thing about it is that the songs constantly change, so I have to go and refind them all. But right now, I'm loving that all songs are refreshed. :) I can sit here and type, and listen to my player. Nothing like jamming to the old stuff. I LOVE the 80's. Why did they ever go more into the stuff of today? Don't get me wrong, some of it is good...but nothing compares to the sounds of the 80's!!! Maybe soon, I'll put my player on this blog, that way you can all jam out with me. :)
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
He's driving me insane!!!
What do you do when you feel like you're at the end of your rope? Do you let the guy go? Or do you keep him in hopes that he'll change???
I bet you're thinking this post is about Mark, aren't cha? No, it's about another man in my life...Gideon. I know he's just a horse, but I swear, sometimes I think he's smarter than he's given credit for. I just don't get it...do horses go through a terrible 3 stage? He used to be so mellow and loving. Now all he wants to do is play and be abnoxious. Even Zoey is getting tired of him and is avoiding him at all costs. I stand out there and he prances around like he's God, then he goes up to her and bites her. I know she has a couple of marks on her shoulder that look like bite marks, but she's still in her wooly pajamas, and I'm actually scared to clip her out. I have no idea what I'll end up finding, and I don't want to take away her protection from him, but it's just getting too hot for her to keep her hair.
I had it all planned out when I decided to get a horse. I wanted a little one because I figured they'd be less troublesome than a big horse. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've actually read that they are even worse than the big ones and I think it may be true. I see the biggies around me, and all they do is stand there and eat. No mischief. I'm sure they have their times, but they seem so mild. Mine are hell on hooves. They're closer to the ground, so they can see more things to get into. They see those weaknesses in the fence, or that tiny bit of weed. So far, they have both coliced, ate through the wood they have access to, ate a huge chunk of a hose, destroyed the metal fencing we have, broke several of their water buckets and a manure fork, the list goes on! And now that Gideon won't stop pestering Zoey, I'm thinking that I may have to build him a seperate pen. :( I didn't want them to be seperated, but darn it, he's trying to push me to it.
I bet you're thinking this post is about Mark, aren't cha? No, it's about another man in my life...Gideon. I know he's just a horse, but I swear, sometimes I think he's smarter than he's given credit for. I just don't get it...do horses go through a terrible 3 stage? He used to be so mellow and loving. Now all he wants to do is play and be abnoxious. Even Zoey is getting tired of him and is avoiding him at all costs. I stand out there and he prances around like he's God, then he goes up to her and bites her. I know she has a couple of marks on her shoulder that look like bite marks, but she's still in her wooly pajamas, and I'm actually scared to clip her out. I have no idea what I'll end up finding, and I don't want to take away her protection from him, but it's just getting too hot for her to keep her hair.
I had it all planned out when I decided to get a horse. I wanted a little one because I figured they'd be less troublesome than a big horse. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've actually read that they are even worse than the big ones and I think it may be true. I see the biggies around me, and all they do is stand there and eat. No mischief. I'm sure they have their times, but they seem so mild. Mine are hell on hooves. They're closer to the ground, so they can see more things to get into. They see those weaknesses in the fence, or that tiny bit of weed. So far, they have both coliced, ate through the wood they have access to, ate a huge chunk of a hose, destroyed the metal fencing we have, broke several of their water buckets and a manure fork, the list goes on! And now that Gideon won't stop pestering Zoey, I'm thinking that I may have to build him a seperate pen. :( I didn't want them to be seperated, but darn it, he's trying to push me to it.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
This weekend brought up bad memories
This is what I saw while I stood outside in my yard.
For those who have experiences with fires, my heart truly goes out to you. As far as I know, this fire was a tool shed, but we heard and felt several little explosions (I heard they were propane tanks blowing up). But it brought back memories of a horrible time in my life. In June of 2005, we had a neighborhood arsonist, who set over 11 fires. A house was lost, but most were little yard fires. Driving through our small neighborhood, you saw scorched dirt everywhere. Being that I live in the desert, you would never expect to experience fires like they have in green wooded or grassy areas. I mean...how big can our little tumbleweeds burn?
But on June 6th, 2005, I woke up to the realization that fire can affect anyone in any type of environment. Around 5 pm, we had a fire burning in the desert to the east of us...almost in the exact area as that in the above picture. Around 7 pm, we had another fire going on the next street over from us, to the north. We stood outside and watched the smoke for about 15 minutes. I don't know why, but I told Mark that maybe we should put the furkids in their carriers, just incase the wind blew the fire our way. It was a ways away, but I still had a bad feeling. Mark told me that we didn't need to do that because it was far enough away. I guess he ended up rethinking it, because he ended up going into the house and putting them in their carriers, and putting my purse and our money on the couch.
After the smoke seemed to be under control, I couldn't stand outside any longer because I really had to pee. I went into my mom's house, and used the bathroom. Then I came out and sat down on the couch. I instantly heard what sounded like a firetruck outside, and I got up to look. As soon as I opened the door, I froze and screamed "Oh my god!" The fire was right across the road from us, and the flames were glowing high into the air. What made it worse, is that the wind was blowing hard, right towards us. Mark and I ran home as fast as we could, and into the house to grab the animals. We literally picked up our elderly dog and carried him to the car. Within moments, embers started flying and landing on our roof. Instinct told me to turn the hose on and spray off the roof, as embers landed on us. My mom started spraying off her roof too, while Mark and my brother tried to get the outside animals loaded into the cars. Then Mark came over to me and said we had to go. I handed him the hose and ran inside to grab our photo album of our wedding. It was hard trying to decide what one or two things you could save, especially when you're being screamed at to get out of the house. When I came outside, Mark and my mom were franticly spraying down the fence and yard.
We finally had to leave because we were choking on smoke so badly and we wanted to get the cars our of the yards before they were blocked in by the firetrucks. Mark ran across the street to our friends house (one of the yards on fire) and was screaming and banging on their house to get them out of it. But no one answered. We drove down the road a short ways, and Mark tried to go back down to the fire, but I begged him not to go. I was too scared he'd do something dangerous. We had to stand there coughing, waiting and watching, as the firemen struggled with the fire. We could see the smoke as it drifted across the road toward our home. I don't think I've ever prayed so hard. I honestly think that we all thought we wouldn't have a home to go back to, and when you start thinking about everything you'd lose, it's heartbreaking. All of our pictures, and memories. We were parked infront of a guy's home and he came out to talk to us. I had to pee so bad, he offered us to come into his home, so that we could use his bathroom. He also gave us something to drink. It really opened my eyes to how people are willing to help complete strangers in need, and I am grateful to him to this day. There was a dog that had gotten loose, and was dragging it's chain behind him. I caught him and stood there holding him, trying to help someone else who might have been forced to evacuate and leave behind a beloved pet.
Around 10:30, we finally received the ok to go back home. I let Mark drive home, as I walked the stray dog back. As I made it back to the yard, I walked through the mist that was coming from the water truck. It was several hours later, when we were finally able to get to fall asleep to the sounds of the firetruck engines, as they purred. Just knowing that they were still in the area, made it possible to shut my eyes. We all had a bad cough for a few days after, but that was pretty muchly all the damage that came from that night. The yards across the street were burnt, but not one house was lost. The fire got close by traveling along a wooden fence, up to one of the homes where it blackened the wall, but the house did not catch fire.
That night left scars so deep, that it took me months to be able to relax. Everytime we heard sirens or smelled smoke, we were on alert. I became paranoid and didn't want to leave the house, even for the shortest of times. Coming from a family where my father was a firefighter and a EMT, I can honestly say, that I have a new respect towards the men and women who risk their lives for others...be it firefighters or police officers. I have no doubt in my mind that we would have lost our home had the firefighters not worked so hard that night, and being that it was the third fire that day, I know they were tired, yet they still patrolled the neighborhood all that night.
I often wonder if I'll ever be able to see a fire in the distance and not feel that my heart stop...but I guess for now, it's a warning not to take life for granted.
For those who have experiences with fires, my heart truly goes out to you. As far as I know, this fire was a tool shed, but we heard and felt several little explosions (I heard they were propane tanks blowing up). But it brought back memories of a horrible time in my life. In June of 2005, we had a neighborhood arsonist, who set over 11 fires. A house was lost, but most were little yard fires. Driving through our small neighborhood, you saw scorched dirt everywhere. Being that I live in the desert, you would never expect to experience fires like they have in green wooded or grassy areas. I mean...how big can our little tumbleweeds burn?
But on June 6th, 2005, I woke up to the realization that fire can affect anyone in any type of environment. Around 5 pm, we had a fire burning in the desert to the east of us...almost in the exact area as that in the above picture. Around 7 pm, we had another fire going on the next street over from us, to the north. We stood outside and watched the smoke for about 15 minutes. I don't know why, but I told Mark that maybe we should put the furkids in their carriers, just incase the wind blew the fire our way. It was a ways away, but I still had a bad feeling. Mark told me that we didn't need to do that because it was far enough away. I guess he ended up rethinking it, because he ended up going into the house and putting them in their carriers, and putting my purse and our money on the couch.
After the smoke seemed to be under control, I couldn't stand outside any longer because I really had to pee. I went into my mom's house, and used the bathroom. Then I came out and sat down on the couch. I instantly heard what sounded like a firetruck outside, and I got up to look. As soon as I opened the door, I froze and screamed "Oh my god!" The fire was right across the road from us, and the flames were glowing high into the air. What made it worse, is that the wind was blowing hard, right towards us. Mark and I ran home as fast as we could, and into the house to grab the animals. We literally picked up our elderly dog and carried him to the car. Within moments, embers started flying and landing on our roof. Instinct told me to turn the hose on and spray off the roof, as embers landed on us. My mom started spraying off her roof too, while Mark and my brother tried to get the outside animals loaded into the cars. Then Mark came over to me and said we had to go. I handed him the hose and ran inside to grab our photo album of our wedding. It was hard trying to decide what one or two things you could save, especially when you're being screamed at to get out of the house. When I came outside, Mark and my mom were franticly spraying down the fence and yard.
We finally had to leave because we were choking on smoke so badly and we wanted to get the cars our of the yards before they were blocked in by the firetrucks. Mark ran across the street to our friends house (one of the yards on fire) and was screaming and banging on their house to get them out of it. But no one answered. We drove down the road a short ways, and Mark tried to go back down to the fire, but I begged him not to go. I was too scared he'd do something dangerous. We had to stand there coughing, waiting and watching, as the firemen struggled with the fire. We could see the smoke as it drifted across the road toward our home. I don't think I've ever prayed so hard. I honestly think that we all thought we wouldn't have a home to go back to, and when you start thinking about everything you'd lose, it's heartbreaking. All of our pictures, and memories. We were parked infront of a guy's home and he came out to talk to us. I had to pee so bad, he offered us to come into his home, so that we could use his bathroom. He also gave us something to drink. It really opened my eyes to how people are willing to help complete strangers in need, and I am grateful to him to this day. There was a dog that had gotten loose, and was dragging it's chain behind him. I caught him and stood there holding him, trying to help someone else who might have been forced to evacuate and leave behind a beloved pet.
Around 10:30, we finally received the ok to go back home. I let Mark drive home, as I walked the stray dog back. As I made it back to the yard, I walked through the mist that was coming from the water truck. It was several hours later, when we were finally able to get to fall asleep to the sounds of the firetruck engines, as they purred. Just knowing that they were still in the area, made it possible to shut my eyes. We all had a bad cough for a few days after, but that was pretty muchly all the damage that came from that night. The yards across the street were burnt, but not one house was lost. The fire got close by traveling along a wooden fence, up to one of the homes where it blackened the wall, but the house did not catch fire.
That night left scars so deep, that it took me months to be able to relax. Everytime we heard sirens or smelled smoke, we were on alert. I became paranoid and didn't want to leave the house, even for the shortest of times. Coming from a family where my father was a firefighter and a EMT, I can honestly say, that I have a new respect towards the men and women who risk their lives for others...be it firefighters or police officers. I have no doubt in my mind that we would have lost our home had the firefighters not worked so hard that night, and being that it was the third fire that day, I know they were tired, yet they still patrolled the neighborhood all that night.
I often wonder if I'll ever be able to see a fire in the distance and not feel that my heart stop...but I guess for now, it's a warning not to take life for granted.
OH.......my gosh!
Yesterday, Mark and I went to buy him a new TV. First of all....there was nothing wrong with the one we had...it was just one of those old ones, where the back of it is huge. Mark's been wanting to upgrade (so that he has a clearer picture when he plays PS3), but I just didn't see a reason for it, since ours was still working and in great shape. I'm one of those people who doesn't need the new best of technology stuff, especially if nothing is wrong with what I already have. There's more important things to spend money on in my opinion. It took me forever to get online, and that only happened because my brother got a laptop. Then it took me forever to get a digital camera, because my 35mm worked just fine. So of course, I couldn't make any sense of getting a bigger, better TV.
BUT Mark's spoiled. In fact, we both are. One of the perks of not having any kids I guess. Horses are expensive, infact, more expensive than I ever thought they would be...even with being as little as they are. I always feel guilty that they're an ongoing expense, so I guess that's why I went along with this madness of getting a new TV. So we went to Best Buy. We spent forever looking at the TV's, and we decided that we were going to get this 37" flat screen. Then I decided why not go all out, and buy the 50" $2,100 one? So we were standing there looking at this beast, and the picture is suppurb. In fact, that's the only reason I was willing to go with that one. So then Mark blurts out..."You know it's not going to look that good at home, right? That's showing BluRay."
Big mistake!!! I'm willing to upgrade the TV, but not our DVD's just yet. So I told him that we needed to go back to the 37". We waited forever for someone to come and help us, and that's AFTER asking someone for help. Two girl employees walked right by us, laughing to each other, but never asking if we needed anything. My mom and brother finally went hunting and found a guy. Of course they didn't have the TV in stock. They also wouldn't set one aside for us, when they did get them in stock, unless we paid upfront right then. And they weren't willing to part with the floor model. We were not happy to hear that after waiting over 30 minutes for someone to help us. So right in front of the guy, I said "We'll just go check out Circuit City."
And that's what we did. I swear not a minute after stepping into their store, a girl came up to us and asked if we needed help. In fact, the whole 30 minutes we were there looking, we had employees hovering over us, anxious to help. I don't know if they get commission, but they did a great job of customer service. We had every one of our questions answered, and they were willing to price check for us (to compare with other stores) almost all the TV's. We found the same 50" TV there, and I feel bad because Mark really wanted it. I just couldn't see the need to spend THAT much money on something that isn't even going to look any more spotless than the others. BUT I do have to admit, I was a lot more cautious of the quality of the picture than Mark was. I wanted a wonderful picture if we were going to spend the money. So finally, we were down to two TV's. A 42" plasma and a 42" HDTV. We decided to get the HDTV.
It barely fit into the car...the 50" would have never come home with us! Then when we got home, the TV fits perfectly ontop of our wall unit. It's a good thing we didn't go any bigger. Mark stayed up till midnight putting it up, and it's like being at the movies. I think I'm in love with it just as much as he is. :) And the old one, made it's way to our bedroom, so that we can lay in bed together and watch tv. I'm glad we bought it because it made Mark happy...and isn't that what life's all about?
BUT Mark's spoiled. In fact, we both are. One of the perks of not having any kids I guess. Horses are expensive, infact, more expensive than I ever thought they would be...even with being as little as they are. I always feel guilty that they're an ongoing expense, so I guess that's why I went along with this madness of getting a new TV. So we went to Best Buy. We spent forever looking at the TV's, and we decided that we were going to get this 37" flat screen. Then I decided why not go all out, and buy the 50" $2,100 one? So we were standing there looking at this beast, and the picture is suppurb. In fact, that's the only reason I was willing to go with that one. So then Mark blurts out..."You know it's not going to look that good at home, right? That's showing BluRay."
Big mistake!!! I'm willing to upgrade the TV, but not our DVD's just yet. So I told him that we needed to go back to the 37". We waited forever for someone to come and help us, and that's AFTER asking someone for help. Two girl employees walked right by us, laughing to each other, but never asking if we needed anything. My mom and brother finally went hunting and found a guy. Of course they didn't have the TV in stock. They also wouldn't set one aside for us, when they did get them in stock, unless we paid upfront right then. And they weren't willing to part with the floor model. We were not happy to hear that after waiting over 30 minutes for someone to help us. So right in front of the guy, I said "We'll just go check out Circuit City."
And that's what we did. I swear not a minute after stepping into their store, a girl came up to us and asked if we needed help. In fact, the whole 30 minutes we were there looking, we had employees hovering over us, anxious to help. I don't know if they get commission, but they did a great job of customer service. We had every one of our questions answered, and they were willing to price check for us (to compare with other stores) almost all the TV's. We found the same 50" TV there, and I feel bad because Mark really wanted it. I just couldn't see the need to spend THAT much money on something that isn't even going to look any more spotless than the others. BUT I do have to admit, I was a lot more cautious of the quality of the picture than Mark was. I wanted a wonderful picture if we were going to spend the money. So finally, we were down to two TV's. A 42" plasma and a 42" HDTV. We decided to get the HDTV.
It barely fit into the car...the 50" would have never come home with us! Then when we got home, the TV fits perfectly ontop of our wall unit. It's a good thing we didn't go any bigger. Mark stayed up till midnight putting it up, and it's like being at the movies. I think I'm in love with it just as much as he is. :) And the old one, made it's way to our bedroom, so that we can lay in bed together and watch tv. I'm glad we bought it because it made Mark happy...and isn't that what life's all about?
Monday, March 24, 2008
Red lights
We went out driving, and the sun was setting in the distance. Two red lights were flashing high above the earth. They beckoned to me as we got closer....I knew these lights, they belong to the radio company, recieving and sending out airwaves.
Memories start to slowly come back to me. Years before, I was spending the night at a friend's house, there were 5 or 6 of us young girls. We were listening to the radio, singing and playing around, when a broadcast announced that a band we had just met, were at the radio station. In our girly haste, we struggled to get a ride to the station, calling everyone we knew. Finally we found a ride, but we were informed that one of us wasn't allowed to go. I offered to stay behind with her, and I was relieved when she said that she didn't want us to miss out on the fun.
We had a fun night that night. We were able to talk with the band and ask them questions on the air. We were floating on cloud nine, so to speak. The next day, and I have no idea how, my friend's mother told us, that she knew that we had went to the station. It turns out that our fun night out, had some consquences. It seems like it happened only yesterday, but it was a memory long forgotten before the calling of the red lights. And while I do regret that my friend got into trouble, it was a night I wouldn't change for anything.
Memories start to slowly come back to me. Years before, I was spending the night at a friend's house, there were 5 or 6 of us young girls. We were listening to the radio, singing and playing around, when a broadcast announced that a band we had just met, were at the radio station. In our girly haste, we struggled to get a ride to the station, calling everyone we knew. Finally we found a ride, but we were informed that one of us wasn't allowed to go. I offered to stay behind with her, and I was relieved when she said that she didn't want us to miss out on the fun.
We had a fun night that night. We were able to talk with the band and ask them questions on the air. We were floating on cloud nine, so to speak. The next day, and I have no idea how, my friend's mother told us, that she knew that we had went to the station. It turns out that our fun night out, had some consquences. It seems like it happened only yesterday, but it was a memory long forgotten before the calling of the red lights. And while I do regret that my friend got into trouble, it was a night I wouldn't change for anything.
Happy late easter!
I hope that everyone had a wonderful day...I sure did. It sucks...I've been doing really good with loosing weight, then yesterday comes and the lost weight was shot to hell. Oh well, I'll just have to work that much harder. Takes weeks to accomplish and only a day to ruin.
We spent the day snacking, so by the time it was dinner time, no one was really hungry. But we all sat down to watch "Enchanted". That movie is soooo cute. But then...I'm a huge Disney buff. I love anything disney, and Disneyland is my most favorite place on earth. It's weird actually, the hospital down in Burbank, is side by side to the Disney company. I wish I would have taken a picture of it, it had the Snow White dwarves on the building like they were holding up pillars. I was mesmorized. Then on the other side of the hospital about 2 blocks down, is the Disney Channel building. It was awesome, even on such a scary day, I found peace with my surroundings. I did snap a pic of the tower with my cell phone though...
Anyways, if you haven't seen "Enchanted", I suggest you do. It gives a whole new meaning to a disney classic. :)
We spent the day snacking, so by the time it was dinner time, no one was really hungry. But we all sat down to watch "Enchanted". That movie is soooo cute. But then...I'm a huge Disney buff. I love anything disney, and Disneyland is my most favorite place on earth. It's weird actually, the hospital down in Burbank, is side by side to the Disney company. I wish I would have taken a picture of it, it had the Snow White dwarves on the building like they were holding up pillars. I was mesmorized. Then on the other side of the hospital about 2 blocks down, is the Disney Channel building. It was awesome, even on such a scary day, I found peace with my surroundings. I did snap a pic of the tower with my cell phone though...
Anyways, if you haven't seen "Enchanted", I suggest you do. It gives a whole new meaning to a disney classic. :)
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Plan on going on vacation?
Thought this site might help you. It shows what time it is all across the world. Pretty cool!
http://www.timeanddate.com/worldclock/
http://www.timeanddate.com/worldclock/
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
:(
Have you ever had one of those days where you're just irritated and you have no idea why? I don't have them often anymore, but every now and then, one sneaks up on me. Well, I'm feeling that way right now. No one has done anything to me, and I'm not stressed...I just feel annoyed with everyone. I decided to come over and get online because that always seems to work out the frustration.
The only problem is, I have absolutely nothing to do online. I'm bored! Aw...maybe I'll just watch a movie!
The only problem is, I have absolutely nothing to do online. I'm bored! Aw...maybe I'll just watch a movie!
Geeze
As if I don't have enough going on in my life, Mark and I have decided to go and view a home tomorrow. What am I thinking??? Actually, the home is in my neighborhood, has a lot of land and is a really decent price. I keep telling myself that...
Mark and I have had three different mishaps with homes. I'd like to think there was a reason for them, and that we were just picking the wrong homes. As I always say, things happen for a reason. So why not? If I'm going to be a whole new person soon, I might as well have a new house too. :)
It's not as big as I'd like, but since it's only Mark and I, that shouldn't matter much. It has a huge yard, which means plenty of room for the fur-kids. So I'll let you know how it goes.
Mark and I have had three different mishaps with homes. I'd like to think there was a reason for them, and that we were just picking the wrong homes. As I always say, things happen for a reason. So why not? If I'm going to be a whole new person soon, I might as well have a new house too. :)
It's not as big as I'd like, but since it's only Mark and I, that shouldn't matter much. It has a huge yard, which means plenty of room for the fur-kids. So I'll let you know how it goes.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Movies
I'm a huge movie buff, I will pretty muchly watch anything. So if I don't like it, you know it really sucks!
Last night we watched "Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium". I've heard some bad things about it, but I have to say, I really enjoyed it. It even made me cry, which means that it was good. I never believe all the hype about movies, I have to see them for myself. And then, I usually find that the ones that get the most redicule, are the better ones to watch. I had the chance to see "The Bucket List", but I just can't bring myself to do it yet. I hear it's a great movie, but I already know how it ends, and well, I just don't think I'm willing to journey on someone elses destiny to death. Too many fearful feelings for me right now.
I can't wait to see what movies are in store for me today. :)
Last night we watched "Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium". I've heard some bad things about it, but I have to say, I really enjoyed it. It even made me cry, which means that it was good. I never believe all the hype about movies, I have to see them for myself. And then, I usually find that the ones that get the most redicule, are the better ones to watch. I had the chance to see "The Bucket List", but I just can't bring myself to do it yet. I hear it's a great movie, but I already know how it ends, and well, I just don't think I'm willing to journey on someone elses destiny to death. Too many fearful feelings for me right now.
I can't wait to see what movies are in store for me today. :)
Monday, March 17, 2008
Oh damn!!!
Today is pinch day!!! Hope you all are wearing green, if not, then here's a cyber pinch for you...."PINCH".
I forgot all about it, and all of a sudden my mom walks up to me and asks "Are you wearing any green?" HAHAHA, I wasn't but she took pity on me, since I've had a million things on my mind lately. So needless to say, now I'm wearing a little froggy barret on my shirt. :) Good thing she told me before my brother wakes up....he would have really let me have it! :{
So Happy Saint Patty's Day to you all!!!!!!! Be safe and really let um have it.
I forgot all about it, and all of a sudden my mom walks up to me and asks "Are you wearing any green?" HAHAHA, I wasn't but she took pity on me, since I've had a million things on my mind lately. So needless to say, now I'm wearing a little froggy barret on my shirt. :) Good thing she told me before my brother wakes up....he would have really let me have it! :{
So Happy Saint Patty's Day to you all!!!!!!! Be safe and really let um have it.
Wonderful Silence
Mark has started to read one of my Iris Johansen book's, and I have to say that I love the silence that we share as we both lay in bed, reading our seperate books. There's something that feels so loving, and special...time spent together, yet oddly apart. It's simple things that make me the happiest, and shows me that he cares the most.
Now whether he's enjoying the book or not, I can't say. But I do love the fact that he's trying to bond with me over something that means so much to me. I feel bad as I'm constantly asking him, "have you met so and so yet?" or "are they here or there yet?", but he simply gives me an answer and continues reading. He's such a wonderful person really. I feel a little bad because he's always looking for that great book to read...so I started him off on the first book out of a set of four. The poor guy...the first two are basically historical romances that set the stage and lead up to the two modern thrillers. You can't just read the two thrillers without first being intoduced in the first two books. So right now, he's sent back into a world of 16th century romance, with daring plots of revenge and murder.
Now whether he's enjoying the book or not, I can't say. But I do love the fact that he's trying to bond with me over something that means so much to me. I feel bad as I'm constantly asking him, "have you met so and so yet?" or "are they here or there yet?", but he simply gives me an answer and continues reading. He's such a wonderful person really. I feel a little bad because he's always looking for that great book to read...so I started him off on the first book out of a set of four. The poor guy...the first two are basically historical romances that set the stage and lead up to the two modern thrillers. You can't just read the two thrillers without first being intoduced in the first two books. So right now, he's sent back into a world of 16th century romance, with daring plots of revenge and murder.
Love at first sight
Zoey and Gideon have this friend that visits them regularly and it's the cutest thing. We have these stray cats that hang out by the horses and most of them will run through the horse pen, but they're scared of the horses. Not that I blame them, Zoey finds great pleasure in chasing them.
Well this one male cat in particular comes in and rubs against the horses. I swear it's true, Gideon actually pets this cat with his lips. Gideon stretches his lips out and feathers them back and forth against him, head to tail. You'd swear that it was a human rubbing him because he walks back and forth, raising himself with each stroke. Zoey comes up and sniffs him, and tries to grab his tail, but he doesn't seem to mind. I never have my camera with me in the mornings, so this morning I took a couple pics with my cell phone.
No laughing at Gideon's neck...I tried clipping him a few weeks ago, and the clippers died on me. :{
Well this one male cat in particular comes in and rubs against the horses. I swear it's true, Gideon actually pets this cat with his lips. Gideon stretches his lips out and feathers them back and forth against him, head to tail. You'd swear that it was a human rubbing him because he walks back and forth, raising himself with each stroke. Zoey comes up and sniffs him, and tries to grab his tail, but he doesn't seem to mind. I never have my camera with me in the mornings, so this morning I took a couple pics with my cell phone.
No laughing at Gideon's neck...I tried clipping him a few weeks ago, and the clippers died on me. :{
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Don't try this at home....HAHAHA
Pocket Taser,
Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety....
WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button.Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.
AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.
Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right? There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5' long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-Abatteries) thinking to myself, 'no possible way!'
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do mybest...
I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, 'don't do it master,' reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and...
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!!!
I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs. The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, 'Do it again, stupid, do it again!'
Note: If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three-second burst would be considered conservative.
SON-OF-A-... That hurt like **% !!! A minute or so later (I can't besure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get up there? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still looking for my testicles! I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return!!
Still in shock!!
P. S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it!
HAHAHA, is that not the funniest thing??? I can laugh at this because I have been dumb enough to zap myself too. Not with a taser (I can't even imagine what that would be like), but years ago, my mom was complaining to this lady Dorothy that our fire alarm kept beeping. Dorothy told her that the bateries were probably dead, but that my mom needed to test them out. To do that, she needed to stick the positive side on her tongue. My mom did it, and it shocked her. Of course, she didn't tell me about this until after she asked me to test the batteries myself. Owwie!
Then a couple of years ago, we went to Vegas and Mark went into this shop with my brother. My brother bought some stuff, and Mark bought this flashlight. He handed it to me and asked if I thought it would be strong enough for him to see what he's doing underneath the vehicles at work. I pressed the little button and holy moly, I had a trail of electricity going all the way up my arm. There was no possibly way that I could drop it, because it immobilized my nerves. He still has that stupid thing, and sometimes just to be mean, I hold it and put it up to his skin and try to have his skin press the button. It never seems to work out right, and I'm the one who gets shocked. :{ You'd think I'd learn....but I vow one of these days, I'll do it right and be able to shock him. :}
Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety....
WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button.Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.
AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.
Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right? There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5' long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-Abatteries) thinking to myself, 'no possible way!'
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do mybest...
I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, 'don't do it master,' reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and...
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!!!
I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs. The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, 'Do it again, stupid, do it again!'
Note: If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three-second burst would be considered conservative.
SON-OF-A-... That hurt like **% !!! A minute or so later (I can't besure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get up there? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still looking for my testicles! I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return!!
Still in shock!!
P. S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it!
HAHAHA, is that not the funniest thing??? I can laugh at this because I have been dumb enough to zap myself too. Not with a taser (I can't even imagine what that would be like), but years ago, my mom was complaining to this lady Dorothy that our fire alarm kept beeping. Dorothy told her that the bateries were probably dead, but that my mom needed to test them out. To do that, she needed to stick the positive side on her tongue. My mom did it, and it shocked her. Of course, she didn't tell me about this until after she asked me to test the batteries myself. Owwie!
Then a couple of years ago, we went to Vegas and Mark went into this shop with my brother. My brother bought some stuff, and Mark bought this flashlight. He handed it to me and asked if I thought it would be strong enough for him to see what he's doing underneath the vehicles at work. I pressed the little button and holy moly, I had a trail of electricity going all the way up my arm. There was no possibly way that I could drop it, because it immobilized my nerves. He still has that stupid thing, and sometimes just to be mean, I hold it and put it up to his skin and try to have his skin press the button. It never seems to work out right, and I'm the one who gets shocked. :{ You'd think I'd learn....but I vow one of these days, I'll do it right and be able to shock him. :}
Happy, happy, joy, joy!!!
So it looks like surgery is set for the middle of April. I told them that it has to be after April 7th (Mark and I's 9th anniversary), so I guess anytime after that is the lucky day. I should be receiving a call from them on Monday or Tuesday after they hear back from the insurance company.
The doc says that it should be a simple surgery, that it isn't as bad as everyone assumed because it hasn't attached itself to my intestines yet, or suffered from torsion. He said that I also shouldn't bleed a whole lot, and that NO ONE is allergic to anestisia (if you suffer from it, then it's being done incorrectly). So that takes some worries off. BUT he's decided that while he has me open, he wants to remove my gallbladder and possibly my appendix. As he put it, those are the parts that people have the most problems with, and since I'm already open, why not? Since he was so eager to take body parts, I asked him if he'd also like to do some liposuction while he's in there. He just laughed. I was also going to offer him his choice of a kidney too, but then I decided I better not, because he might have thought it a good idea. :P He says I should be in the hospital 2 or 3 days, but I think I'm going to try to push it a little longer because I'm scared I'll develop an infection. Plus for open surgery, they usually have you stay a minimum of 5 days. I wonder why he's trying to get rid of me so fast!?!
So....right now, I'm relieved, scared and planning on spending a whole lotta money incase I don't come out of this as smoothly as he thinks. Gotta enjoy life, I always say.
The doc says that it should be a simple surgery, that it isn't as bad as everyone assumed because it hasn't attached itself to my intestines yet, or suffered from torsion. He said that I also shouldn't bleed a whole lot, and that NO ONE is allergic to anestisia (if you suffer from it, then it's being done incorrectly). So that takes some worries off. BUT he's decided that while he has me open, he wants to remove my gallbladder and possibly my appendix. As he put it, those are the parts that people have the most problems with, and since I'm already open, why not? Since he was so eager to take body parts, I asked him if he'd also like to do some liposuction while he's in there. He just laughed. I was also going to offer him his choice of a kidney too, but then I decided I better not, because he might have thought it a good idea. :P He says I should be in the hospital 2 or 3 days, but I think I'm going to try to push it a little longer because I'm scared I'll develop an infection. Plus for open surgery, they usually have you stay a minimum of 5 days. I wonder why he's trying to get rid of me so fast!?!
So....right now, I'm relieved, scared and planning on spending a whole lotta money incase I don't come out of this as smoothly as he thinks. Gotta enjoy life, I always say.
Friday, March 14, 2008
We'll be leaving...
within the next couple of hours. I'm getting nervous!!!!
I really hope that I don't hear something bad! I keep getting told that this doctor is one of the best in his field, but somehow that isn't very reassuring. I guess I'll know more in 6 hours. :(
I really hope that I don't hear something bad! I keep getting told that this doctor is one of the best in his field, but somehow that isn't very reassuring. I guess I'll know more in 6 hours. :(
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Tomorrow's the day
Well, my consultation was scheduled for April 9th, but an hour and a half after it was made, the receptionist called back and asked if I'd want to come in tomorrow. :(
I am experiencing so many different feelings right now. I'm happy that the pain may be coming to an end soon, but I'm terribly scared that I'll get bad news. So it's a catch 22 for me. Plus that means that surgery is probably that much closer. Oh hum....
I am experiencing so many different feelings right now. I'm happy that the pain may be coming to an end soon, but I'm terribly scared that I'll get bad news. So it's a catch 22 for me. Plus that means that surgery is probably that much closer. Oh hum....
Falling out of love
I have a friend who was recently told by her husband, that he thinks that he is in love with another woman. I have mixed views on this.
I don't necessarily understand how things can go so wrong that you want to part with the one who you've spent so many of years of your life with. Everyone get's mad, everyone hits bad times, everyone get's little infatuations with others, but how does that love for your partner disappear because of it? Your partner should be your best friend before anything else. You should love that person through out the changes that life throws at you both. You should respect that person enough to put them before your own feelings. Marriage is not easy...but you should grow together, not apart.
Now having said that, Lord help me but I do understand how things can change from how you originally imagined things would be. I understand that we aren't always in complete control of our hearts, and sometimes it wants what we know is wrong. People may meet someone and feel some sort of emotion towards them. But why are people willing to ruin everything that they've accomplished over the years, to find out if what they feel for this new person is real. People wake up...temptation is an EVIL thing.
So that brings me back to my friend. Her husband has met someone who he thinks will bring him more happiness in his life. Maybe he's going through his mid-life crisis, or maybe he's woke up and realized that whatever he's accomplished in life, isn't what he wanted...I don't know. What I do know is that he would be a fool to give up what he has, to pursue a life with this other woman. My friend has stuck by this man through all the good times as well as the bad times. No one knows him better than she does, and she still loves him for all of his accomplishments, faults, strengths, weaknesses, for who he is and for who he could be.
My personal opinion is that if he can throw all of that away, for a person who has only known him for a short time, then he deserves whatever he gets. I pray that my friend will have the strength to start a new life and not take him back, should he realize how stupid he is. I understand fully, that sometimes life's changes can cause a couple to feel it best to move on with their lives seperately...afterall, not everyone is meant to stay together forever. But to live your life with someone for 20+ years, and then decide that you want to walk way? What is that about? After spending 20+ years with someone, you're no longer in your prime. Is a few moments of "fun" worth the comfort you're giving up? If he does decide to pursue this woman or any other woman for that matter, I only hope that what goes around, will come around for him. After all, if a woman is willing to split up someone else's relationship, then she has no devotion to staying committed. My friend is so much better than all of this, and maybe she'll realize that soon and kick her no good husband to the curb. One can only hope!
I don't necessarily understand how things can go so wrong that you want to part with the one who you've spent so many of years of your life with. Everyone get's mad, everyone hits bad times, everyone get's little infatuations with others, but how does that love for your partner disappear because of it? Your partner should be your best friend before anything else. You should love that person through out the changes that life throws at you both. You should respect that person enough to put them before your own feelings. Marriage is not easy...but you should grow together, not apart.
Now having said that, Lord help me but I do understand how things can change from how you originally imagined things would be. I understand that we aren't always in complete control of our hearts, and sometimes it wants what we know is wrong. People may meet someone and feel some sort of emotion towards them. But why are people willing to ruin everything that they've accomplished over the years, to find out if what they feel for this new person is real. People wake up...temptation is an EVIL thing.
So that brings me back to my friend. Her husband has met someone who he thinks will bring him more happiness in his life. Maybe he's going through his mid-life crisis, or maybe he's woke up and realized that whatever he's accomplished in life, isn't what he wanted...I don't know. What I do know is that he would be a fool to give up what he has, to pursue a life with this other woman. My friend has stuck by this man through all the good times as well as the bad times. No one knows him better than she does, and she still loves him for all of his accomplishments, faults, strengths, weaknesses, for who he is and for who he could be.
My personal opinion is that if he can throw all of that away, for a person who has only known him for a short time, then he deserves whatever he gets. I pray that my friend will have the strength to start a new life and not take him back, should he realize how stupid he is. I understand fully, that sometimes life's changes can cause a couple to feel it best to move on with their lives seperately...afterall, not everyone is meant to stay together forever. But to live your life with someone for 20+ years, and then decide that you want to walk way? What is that about? After spending 20+ years with someone, you're no longer in your prime. Is a few moments of "fun" worth the comfort you're giving up? If he does decide to pursue this woman or any other woman for that matter, I only hope that what goes around, will come around for him. After all, if a woman is willing to split up someone else's relationship, then she has no devotion to staying committed. My friend is so much better than all of this, and maybe she'll realize that soon and kick her no good husband to the curb. One can only hope!
Well it's a windy, cloudy morning...
in Africa. On occassion, I peak in on a webcam that is situated at a water hole in Africa. It's awesome...I've seen elephants, all types of deer, monkeys, birds...but I have yet to see a lion, zebra, giraffe or Rhino. Every now and then, you can catch a glimpse of a bushel of houses in the distance, where I assume the person who runs the cam lives. One night, there was a fire burning in brightly in the background and you could hear the people screaming orders to each other.
The best time to view the cam is in the early morning hours...which is about 6:00am Pacific Time. It's daytime for the animals and they're going about their day. It's crazy to think you're watching something that is happening at this exact moment, halfway across the world. What an amazing job the person who sits there all day has.
Check it out........
http://www.wavelit.com/popup/playerAfricam.asp
To view other webcams, including one of an eagle's nest, go to....
http://www.wildcam.com/public/index.jsp
The best time to view the cam is in the early morning hours...which is about 6:00am Pacific Time. It's daytime for the animals and they're going about their day. It's crazy to think you're watching something that is happening at this exact moment, halfway across the world. What an amazing job the person who sits there all day has.
Check it out........
http://www.wavelit.com/popup/playerAfricam.asp
To view other webcams, including one of an eagle's nest, go to....
http://www.wildcam.com/public/index.jsp
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Stupid MySpace!!!
I've been hacked AGAIN!!! How are they doing it??? I didn't even sign onto something that I shouldn't have. WHY ME???
The first time I was hit, my account started sending porn out to all my friends. Yep, try having a guy you had a huge crush on back in the day, contact you and ask if your "freaky". Once I found out what he meant, I freaked out because I have minors on my friend's list.
The second time I was hit, I ended up getting all these car clubs on my friend's list. And now, someone went through and erased all of my information, background and slideshows. They ended up putting some kind of "Hot Singles" website in my About Me section. Ok...
I loved my background...it's been there since I started my account over 2 years ago. I couldn't find it again, so I had to change it. :( Oh well, I guess it was time for a change.
The first time I was hit, my account started sending porn out to all my friends. Yep, try having a guy you had a huge crush on back in the day, contact you and ask if your "freaky". Once I found out what he meant, I freaked out because I have minors on my friend's list.
The second time I was hit, I ended up getting all these car clubs on my friend's list. And now, someone went through and erased all of my information, background and slideshows. They ended up putting some kind of "Hot Singles" website in my About Me section. Ok...
I loved my background...it's been there since I started my account over 2 years ago. I couldn't find it again, so I had to change it. :( Oh well, I guess it was time for a change.
Helpful website
With gas prices on the rise AGAIN...I thought this website might be helpful to everyone. Just put in your zip code and it will list the cheapest places to buy gas in your area. :)
http://autos.msn.com/everyday/gasstations.aspx?zip=&src=Netx
http://autos.msn.com/everyday/gasstations.aspx?zip=&src=Netx
Waiting...and waiting
Well it seems the hour might finally be apon me. I have been waiting for the doctor to call me back to schedule a consultation, and finally today, I found out that the office never got the approval from the insurance company. I guess in my own way, I was prosponing pushing it, because of my fear. Finally I decided that I can't put it off anymore. I need to talk to someone, and see what can be done. :(
So now, I have to fax over the approval, and then they'll call me to schedule my consultation. Seems like the wheels are finally turning yet again.
So now, I have to fax over the approval, and then they'll call me to schedule my consultation. Seems like the wheels are finally turning yet again.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Using
I'm finding out as I write my blogs, that most of them take a different turn, then I originally expect. I've always had this thing where once I begin writing, my mind takes over and everything in it, just starts spilling out. It's like a lack of censorship, because my heart is releasing itself. That's why sometimes I'll be talking about something, then all of a sudden, I start diverting my topic towards something else. I have never been able to help it, and it looks as if that won't be very promising in the future. So here's my problem for the day.
Why do people feel that others are at their disposal? People who have nothing to do with you for weeks or months, and then all of a sudden, you get a phone call from them and you know right away that they need something. Why do you only come to someone's mind, when they need you to help them out? It doesn't make sense to me, but then, I've never really been the using type. It hurts!
I don't have a problem with helping someone out of a "pickle", in fact, I try to go out of my way to do so. But when it's for someone who doesn't have anything to do with me, other than for my help, I have to be honest, it makes me question whether or not I want to keep helping them out. The sad thing is, people probably don't even realize that they do it...or maybe they do. I don't know. I just have a problem with someone being too "busy", until they want you do something for them.
But what do YOU do when you find yourself in a similar situation? I know we've all been there a time or two...so do you continue to take it with a grain of salt and continue helping them, or do you put your foot down and say no? This one should be interesting and I eagerly await your discussions.
Why do people feel that others are at their disposal? People who have nothing to do with you for weeks or months, and then all of a sudden, you get a phone call from them and you know right away that they need something. Why do you only come to someone's mind, when they need you to help them out? It doesn't make sense to me, but then, I've never really been the using type. It hurts!
I don't have a problem with helping someone out of a "pickle", in fact, I try to go out of my way to do so. But when it's for someone who doesn't have anything to do with me, other than for my help, I have to be honest, it makes me question whether or not I want to keep helping them out. The sad thing is, people probably don't even realize that they do it...or maybe they do. I don't know. I just have a problem with someone being too "busy", until they want you do something for them.
But what do YOU do when you find yourself in a similar situation? I know we've all been there a time or two...so do you continue to take it with a grain of salt and continue helping them, or do you put your foot down and say no? This one should be interesting and I eagerly await your discussions.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Tip for the day
When you look at a sleeping baby, you'll notice that when they breath, their stomach rises and falls. This is called "Taoist Breathing", "Stomach or Abdominal Breathing" and "Diaphragmatic Breathing". We do it in the womb, and during those first years of life. As we get older, we begin to stop breathing like this, and we begin to use "Chest Breathing" or "Normal Breathing". The only time we revert back to the stomach breathing is after we exert ourselves during exercise or when we're scared. It's a natural way to calm ourselves, because it rushes oxygen throughout our bodies to restore tranquility.
If you find yourself stressed out or unable to go to sleep one night, pay attention to your breathing, and try to take a couple deep breaths extending your stomach, rather than your chest. It may take a little concentration but you'll instantly feel more relaxed. :)
If you find yourself stressed out or unable to go to sleep one night, pay attention to your breathing, and try to take a couple deep breaths extending your stomach, rather than your chest. It may take a little concentration but you'll instantly feel more relaxed. :)
Friday, March 7, 2008
Breeding like....rabbits
This isn't the old days! People don't have to repopulate the earth, or have 10 kids to help manage the ranch/farm! Why oh why are people having 5, 6, 10 kids now days? Last time I checked, there's something called birth control, or if you can't handle artificial hormones (like me), there are other methods that work just fine.
I've never understood how a woman could allow her body to give birth to so many children in this day and age. One pregnancy puts a huge strain on a woman's body, I can't imagine having multiple births. I have a lot of neighbors who don't have any less than 5 kids. What is going on? Maybe they don't believe in birth control because of their religion (that seems like the excuse most give) but then, shouldn't they take some responsibility and stop having sex all together? Or there's those who are just plain out stupid, and refuse to use any method, yet they sleep with anything that walks (sorry, just found out that an old friend has just had a 7th child...plus she's had 2 abortions that I know of).
And those who do it because they get welfare? I have some opinions about that one! I agree with welfare to a point...my mom had a really hard time supporting my brother and I after our fathers left and refused to help with child support. We relied on welfare for a while, and I don't know what we would have done without it. BUT we did not abuse it...my mom had a job and worked as much as she could with raising us on her own. It just wasn't enough money to give us food, shelter and necessities. Once she was able, she got off the system. I'm grateful that the system was there to help, but I do believe that it should be limited help. A year or two, until someone can get onto their feet...but not to literally support someone who can't stop pushing out babies. I hate that I'm paying out the ass with taxes, yet someone else is living scott free because they have children. How's that fair? If you can't afford to raise children on your own, then don't have any!!!! Again, I understand that everyone hits a hard spot, but damn, it doesn't last 18+ years until your whole flock is out the door.
What is the point of having that many kids??? My neighbor has three, ranging in the ages of 2-9 She sends them out into the yard to play while she sits inside and watches her soap operas. Her 9 year old is raising the 2 year old! He carries him in from the car, he babysits him...it's horrible. Those kids play outside for literally hours, and she never once comes to check on them. There have been several times, when she screams for the kids because she has no idea where they are. The little one has actually followed his siblings to the street, and my family knows it's only a matter of time until we end up getting hit by a car trying to save him. We watch those kids whenever they're outside, just to make sure that they stay in their yard...just recently, the two year old rode his little fourwheeler toy over into my mom's yard, meaning he went out into the street by himself and then over here. If you don't want to take responsibilty for your kids, then don't have any!!! She only has three and she neglects them.
The sad thing is, it's the kids who suffer. While people can neglect only one or two kids, the neglect is that much more when there's numberous kids. You can't possibly give each child your undivided attention. No wonder why kids are growing up the way they are, and acting out. I work with troubled kids ranging from 12-14 years of age, and the majority of them will tell you that their parents are too busy, or are never home to make sure they are doing what they should be doing. Therefore, you have all these teeny boopers running the streets because they have no supervision, or their parents just don't care. And the majority of them, come from a family where they have several siblings. It makes me sad and angry.
I recently read about a family where they have had 17 kids. YES...17 KIDS!!!! She has birthed them all. WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU WANT 17 KIDS??? While they have a "gorgeous home" and money aplenty, they admit that they couldn't take care of all the kids on their own, so the older siblings help raise the smaller ones. WHAT!?! That isn't a child's job. Yes, I helped with my brother, but I did not become his parent! Like I said, it's the kids who suffer...physically, monetarily, emotionally...
Ok, so that's my rant for the day. Danielle didn't even raise the kids she had last time I talked to her (she had 5). Now she has 7, and I doubt very seriously that she's anymore active in their lives, then she used to be. Goodness.
I've never understood how a woman could allow her body to give birth to so many children in this day and age. One pregnancy puts a huge strain on a woman's body, I can't imagine having multiple births. I have a lot of neighbors who don't have any less than 5 kids. What is going on? Maybe they don't believe in birth control because of their religion (that seems like the excuse most give) but then, shouldn't they take some responsibility and stop having sex all together? Or there's those who are just plain out stupid, and refuse to use any method, yet they sleep with anything that walks (sorry, just found out that an old friend has just had a 7th child...plus she's had 2 abortions that I know of).
And those who do it because they get welfare? I have some opinions about that one! I agree with welfare to a point...my mom had a really hard time supporting my brother and I after our fathers left and refused to help with child support. We relied on welfare for a while, and I don't know what we would have done without it. BUT we did not abuse it...my mom had a job and worked as much as she could with raising us on her own. It just wasn't enough money to give us food, shelter and necessities. Once she was able, she got off the system. I'm grateful that the system was there to help, but I do believe that it should be limited help. A year or two, until someone can get onto their feet...but not to literally support someone who can't stop pushing out babies. I hate that I'm paying out the ass with taxes, yet someone else is living scott free because they have children. How's that fair? If you can't afford to raise children on your own, then don't have any!!!! Again, I understand that everyone hits a hard spot, but damn, it doesn't last 18+ years until your whole flock is out the door.
What is the point of having that many kids??? My neighbor has three, ranging in the ages of 2-9 She sends them out into the yard to play while she sits inside and watches her soap operas. Her 9 year old is raising the 2 year old! He carries him in from the car, he babysits him...it's horrible. Those kids play outside for literally hours, and she never once comes to check on them. There have been several times, when she screams for the kids because she has no idea where they are. The little one has actually followed his siblings to the street, and my family knows it's only a matter of time until we end up getting hit by a car trying to save him. We watch those kids whenever they're outside, just to make sure that they stay in their yard...just recently, the two year old rode his little fourwheeler toy over into my mom's yard, meaning he went out into the street by himself and then over here. If you don't want to take responsibilty for your kids, then don't have any!!! She only has three and she neglects them.
The sad thing is, it's the kids who suffer. While people can neglect only one or two kids, the neglect is that much more when there's numberous kids. You can't possibly give each child your undivided attention. No wonder why kids are growing up the way they are, and acting out. I work with troubled kids ranging from 12-14 years of age, and the majority of them will tell you that their parents are too busy, or are never home to make sure they are doing what they should be doing. Therefore, you have all these teeny boopers running the streets because they have no supervision, or their parents just don't care. And the majority of them, come from a family where they have several siblings. It makes me sad and angry.
I recently read about a family where they have had 17 kids. YES...17 KIDS!!!! She has birthed them all. WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU WANT 17 KIDS??? While they have a "gorgeous home" and money aplenty, they admit that they couldn't take care of all the kids on their own, so the older siblings help raise the smaller ones. WHAT!?! That isn't a child's job. Yes, I helped with my brother, but I did not become his parent! Like I said, it's the kids who suffer...physically, monetarily, emotionally...
Ok, so that's my rant for the day. Danielle didn't even raise the kids she had last time I talked to her (she had 5). Now she has 7, and I doubt very seriously that she's anymore active in their lives, then she used to be. Goodness.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
He makes me laugh!
I just have to share something that Mark does. It's so stupid it's cute! Whenever we go down town and have to stop for a red light, Mark always waves his hand infront of him (at the light) and says "Presto, Chango, Greeno". I have absolutely no idea where he came up with that, but he's always waved at the light, as if he has the magic in that wave, to change it to green. Within the past few months, he started saying his little "spell" to go with it. 
All I can do is laugh!
All I can do is laugh!
Loyalty
Truthfully, I've always had a problem with secrets. Not all secrets, just those that dealt with someone I was close to. People have always come to me and told me things in confidence, and I try really really hard not to break that confidence. But I find it really hard, when a secret has to do with one of my family members or friends. I've always felt a sharp sense of loyalty to my family/friends, and if someone told me something that I felt that my family/friend needed to know, then that's where it's always been hard for me.
I've kept things "hidden" all these years because I didn't feel like it was my place to tell the people I feel loyal to. But deep down, I feel like I'm betraying them by not telling them what I know. SO...how do you live with something like that? Do you have a loyalty to the person that told you the secret, or someone that it affects? It would be easy if it was a matter of life or death, but if it's not? Ok, just for an example....
If you were sworn to secrecy, and told by a friend that your sister's boyfriend was cheating on her, do you break that secrecy and tell your sister, or do you just not get involved? See for me personally, I would tell my sister what I heard, because I'd feel she had a right to know....and because if it was the other way around, I'd want to know. But what happens when it isn't something so simple? I have one secret in mind, that I've always felt I was betraying someone that I love. I know that it doesn't make any difference of whether I tell this person or not, because it happened a long time ago. BUT just the fact that I know about it and they don't, bothers me. I was never sworn to secrecy by the person who told me, but it was one of those things where when I heard about it, I just knew I couldn't tell the person it involved because I didn't want to hurt anyone. So in a way, I'm the one who made it a secret.
I know none of this makes sense to those reading this, I just have this mumbo jumbo in my mind and I feel bad having it in my mind. I don't know....maybe it's just best not to say anything at this point.
I've kept things "hidden" all these years because I didn't feel like it was my place to tell the people I feel loyal to. But deep down, I feel like I'm betraying them by not telling them what I know. SO...how do you live with something like that? Do you have a loyalty to the person that told you the secret, or someone that it affects? It would be easy if it was a matter of life or death, but if it's not? Ok, just for an example....
If you were sworn to secrecy, and told by a friend that your sister's boyfriend was cheating on her, do you break that secrecy and tell your sister, or do you just not get involved? See for me personally, I would tell my sister what I heard, because I'd feel she had a right to know....and because if it was the other way around, I'd want to know. But what happens when it isn't something so simple? I have one secret in mind, that I've always felt I was betraying someone that I love. I know that it doesn't make any difference of whether I tell this person or not, because it happened a long time ago. BUT just the fact that I know about it and they don't, bothers me. I was never sworn to secrecy by the person who told me, but it was one of those things where when I heard about it, I just knew I couldn't tell the person it involved because I didn't want to hurt anyone. So in a way, I'm the one who made it a secret.
I know none of this makes sense to those reading this, I just have this mumbo jumbo in my mind and I feel bad having it in my mind. I don't know....maybe it's just best not to say anything at this point.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
It better NOT be true!!!
The national enquirer is reporting that Patrick Swayze only has 5 weeks to live. While I don't usually believe what the tabloids say...unless I hear it straight from the horses mouth or see proof...I do have to say that this story better NOT be true!!! But unfortunately, I find that most of the tabloid stories have an ounce of truth to them...afterall, rumor's usually start somewhere.
I fell madly in love with Patrick Swayze in 1987. It was at the prime of his career, and dammit, he made black clothing look sexy as hell. He had that mischievious look in his eye, and that luscious smile of his. Yep, you guessed it....it was while watching Dirty Dancing. Who didn't fall in love with him and wish with all their might that they were "Baby"? I've tried to follow his career, and I've stuck by him through his good times and bad...Seriously, we all make mistakes!
Did you know that him and his wife made an emergency landing at an airport less than 20 minutes from me? Geeze, I would have LOVED to have been there!!! Tiss, tiss. All I can say is, I hope with all my might that this is one story that is 100% false!
I fell madly in love with Patrick Swayze in 1987. It was at the prime of his career, and dammit, he made black clothing look sexy as hell. He had that mischievious look in his eye, and that luscious smile of his. Yep, you guessed it....it was while watching Dirty Dancing. Who didn't fall in love with him and wish with all their might that they were "Baby"? I've tried to follow his career, and I've stuck by him through his good times and bad...Seriously, we all make mistakes!
Did you know that him and his wife made an emergency landing at an airport less than 20 minutes from me? Geeze, I would have LOVED to have been there!!! Tiss, tiss. All I can say is, I hope with all my might that this is one story that is 100% false!
UGG!
Ok, so yesterday something was said and it's making my mind spin. My mom's co-worker told her that she shouldn't be scared for me or sad, should I die because of this whole ordeal. She said that everyone is going to die and they should be ready for it.
Let's just say, even though I understand where she's coming from, my mom didn't and she went off on her. That's not something you tell a parent, when it deals with their child and possible death.
But it does lead up to an important question...if you believe you're going to heaven, then why would you fear death? Me myself, I don't necessarily believe in heaven and hell in the same sense that everyone else seems to. I won't get into my religious beliefs, but let's just say that I don't believe that I'd go to either place. So to me, I don't have that worry of being hellbound. As time is passing by, I've began to realize a lot about myself. I don't fear death...if I was to die tomorrow, I'd be fine with it. Sad maybe if I knew ahead of time, but the thought doesn't traumatize me. BUT I do fear being tortured before I die. I want my death to be quick (in my sleep, on the operating table, overdose), not slow and agonizing (stab wound, cancer or any other disease).
But wow, to have someone actually tell my mom not to worry if I die, kinda blows me away.
Let's just say, even though I understand where she's coming from, my mom didn't and she went off on her. That's not something you tell a parent, when it deals with their child and possible death.
But it does lead up to an important question...if you believe you're going to heaven, then why would you fear death? Me myself, I don't necessarily believe in heaven and hell in the same sense that everyone else seems to. I won't get into my religious beliefs, but let's just say that I don't believe that I'd go to either place. So to me, I don't have that worry of being hellbound. As time is passing by, I've began to realize a lot about myself. I don't fear death...if I was to die tomorrow, I'd be fine with it. Sad maybe if I knew ahead of time, but the thought doesn't traumatize me. BUT I do fear being tortured before I die. I want my death to be quick (in my sleep, on the operating table, overdose), not slow and agonizing (stab wound, cancer or any other disease).
But wow, to have someone actually tell my mom not to worry if I die, kinda blows me away.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Damn...it's out!!!
Ok, so a little over a year ago, my family and I were offered the chance to be extras in the new Will Ferrell movie "Semi Pro". It was crazy, we were signed up to go and we were trying to decide what we were going to wear (we would have had to dress like we were in the 70's), when the horses decided to colic. I felt soooooo bad. Will Ferrell is one of my brother's favorite actors, and this was a chance of a lifetime (sorta like Mark getting to be apart of the last Rocky movie), but I just couldn't leave the horses alone for a whole day at that time, so we cancelled.
Fast forward to now...we keep seeing previews of the movie on tv, and it makes us all miserable, that we had to give up that opportunity. I mean, being a movie extra is amazing. (We actually got a whole second of stardom in the Rocky Balboa movie!) Oh well, I can't wait to see it though. :)
Fast forward to now...we keep seeing previews of the movie on tv, and it makes us all miserable, that we had to give up that opportunity. I mean, being a movie extra is amazing. (We actually got a whole second of stardom in the Rocky Balboa movie!) Oh well, I can't wait to see it though. :)
"Kissed by the death angel" by SMV
As I'm laying here,
I think of all the things I have to live for.
But at the spur of the moment,
that doesn't matter anymore.
I hear the sirens as they approach,
I've grown numb I no longer feel my pain.
Instead I think of my last minutes,
laying here in a growing blood stain.
People gather to see what's happened,
Little do they know what's happened to me.
People in uniforms come and go,
Now my loved ones are all I want to see.
I am now like many innocent victims,
I've been caught in the middle of gun cross-fire.
I was shot by mistake,
Now I'll leave behind mourners and cryers.
The bullet had someone else's name on it,
But they had mistaken.
I was at the wrong place at the wrong time,
Now my life is being taken.
At this moment I do not care about the shooter,
I only wish to live.
It's funny how at a time like this life's full of regrets,
I feel I still have so much to give.
As my loved ones come into sight I hear a soft sad tune,
It's slowly spreading over my soul.
Now in my body I can feel it,
I'm being kissed by the death angel.
I know now this is my last chance,
I can see it in her eye.
My very last chance to see my family and friends,
As I say to the world goodbye.
I think of all the things I have to live for.
But at the spur of the moment,
that doesn't matter anymore.
I hear the sirens as they approach,
I've grown numb I no longer feel my pain.
Instead I think of my last minutes,
laying here in a growing blood stain.
People gather to see what's happened,
Little do they know what's happened to me.
People in uniforms come and go,
Now my loved ones are all I want to see.
I am now like many innocent victims,
I've been caught in the middle of gun cross-fire.
I was shot by mistake,
Now I'll leave behind mourners and cryers.
The bullet had someone else's name on it,
But they had mistaken.
I was at the wrong place at the wrong time,
Now my life is being taken.
At this moment I do not care about the shooter,
I only wish to live.
It's funny how at a time like this life's full of regrets,
I feel I still have so much to give.
As my loved ones come into sight I hear a soft sad tune,
It's slowly spreading over my soul.
Now in my body I can feel it,
I'm being kissed by the death angel.
I know now this is my last chance,
I can see it in her eye.
My very last chance to see my family and friends,
As I say to the world goodbye.
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