4 ring-bearers and 5 flower girls in Peanut & Jer's wedding. 'Nuff said. Friday, December 30, 2005
More Pony Pics
This is Ty, my buckskin. Doesn't he have the cutest profile?
This is my crazy younger brother, sporting his Alcatraz hat, on Sugar, the crazy Shetland/Welsh pony.
The sorrel on the left is my Buggy-Boo, Pebbles is on the right with Peanut at the wheel and the collie in the foreground is my old Happy-dog. My Ditzy Blonde
This is Jazzi. We were drying off after bath in preparation for a show. Notice the farm-girl fashion statement of shorts and rubber boots.
Jazzi & me at the KS State Fair getting ready for Two-Year-Old Snaffle Bit. The cut-off girl is my friend Ann and my trainer Howard is holding the ditzy blonde. Mom made my show blouse. My Pal
This is a picture of my older brother (Bobo's dad), Pal and me at a show in Topeka. Whaddya think of those nifty glasses?
This is another shot of my Pal, at the end of a long day of showing.
This one really shows his color well. Wedding Cake
This is a picture of the cake I did for my little sister Peanut's wedding. The bottom two layers are actually dummies - styrofoam - covered in fondant. Fondant is very pretty but tastes like sugared Play-Doh, so the top layer is covered in rolled buttercream, which is even better-tasting than regular buttercream.
I had a lot of help from my mom's cousin Bonnie. She finished up the leaves when the carpal tunnel got too bad.
The topper is a Precious Moments music box.
This is the groom and Little Bobo, chillin' before the ceremony. There were 4 ring-bearers and 5 little flower girls. It was quite a cute little herd coming down the aisle.
Pops is the shiny-headed one in the background.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
A Good Democrat
Remember John Murtha's widely publicized comments about how we should bring the troops home?
Yes? Okay.
Do you remember John Lieberman's op-ed piece in the Wall Street Journal about how well the war is going and why we should stay?
No?
Huh. Fancy that.
One Congressman and one Senator, both Democrats, both putting out major statements on the war in Iraq at about the same time and guess which one gets all the press?
Did you say the anti-war pansy*?
Ding ding ding! You're a winner!
Seriously though, go read Senator Lieberman's article.
*I really shouldn't call him a pansy seeing as how he served honorably and courageously himself. It just seems that he has lost his backbone and grip on reality since he's been in the big House.
Yes? Okay.
Do you remember John Lieberman's op-ed piece in the Wall Street Journal about how well the war is going and why we should stay?
No?
Huh. Fancy that.
One Congressman and one Senator, both Democrats, both putting out major statements on the war in Iraq at about the same time and guess which one gets all the press?
Did you say the anti-war pansy*?
Ding ding ding! You're a winner!
Seriously though, go read Senator Lieberman's article.
*I really shouldn't call him a pansy seeing as how he served honorably and courageously himself. It just seems that he has lost his backbone and grip on reality since he's been in the big House.
Want To Know What Our Soldiers Are Doing In Iraq?
Go check out A New Set Of Wheels at 365 and a Wakeup. Great read about what's really happening between the Iraqis and our brave boys and girls.
The Funeral Of A Soldier
Some Soldier's Mom has posted an account of the funeral of SPC Tommy Byrd.
Read it all. It is very moving and shows a small sliver of what all the families of our soldiers go through.
Read it all. It is very moving and shows a small sliver of what all the families of our soldiers go through.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Fun Site
Stumbled across this site that has contests for photoshoppers. After looking at some of these guys' work, I begin to wonder if any odd picture I see is real.
Ones that I found rather funny - I Want You To..., Throw Like A Girl, My Kind Of Stop Sign, Speed Limit, The Inc[arrrr]edibles, Women's Tools, Easy Make-up, Curtains.
Ones that I found rather funny - I Want You To..., Throw Like A Girl, My Kind Of Stop Sign, Speed Limit, The Inc[arrrr]edibles, Women's Tools, Easy Make-up, Curtains.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Horses
Brace yourself - it's a long 'un.
I have really been missing my horses lately. I used to show and ride a lot. In college, as part of the horsemanship team, I was probably on horseback 6 hours each day, 5 - 6 days each week.
I had a total of 6 horses or ponies from the time I was 12. The first was Sugar, a creme part Welsh/part Shetland pony. She did all she could to live up to the Shetland name - bucking, biting, etc. At least I learned how to ride out a coupla' bucks :). We eventually sold her to somebody, don't know who. (Poor people)
Next was Pebbles, who was Sugar's buddy. She was a grade (unregistered) little Appy that I learned to barrel race on. Not much to look at, but she only spooked once in the 5 or 6 years we had her. You could put anyone on her and she somehow knew what they could handle. For example, she wouldn't go over a trot with Dad, he wouldn't have been able to handle that. Hee hee. I had her bred to this nice little Quarter Horse stud. The first year she didn't settle, so we tried again the next year. Took her to the vet to have her palpated to make sure and yup, she was preggo. Only problem was the vet accidentally perforated her rectum wall while doing the check. We had to put her down the same day.
My first show horse was Pal, aka Sweet N Stylish. He was a 16hh palomino QH and the one who taught me how to ride properly. We bought him from a trainer in our area who, as soon as we had given her the down payment, said "You'll have to keep him off of the rocks, he has tender feet". Being greenhorns, we didn't think she meant anything other than "he has tender feet". After he started limping at shows later that year, we took him to vet who had treated him for navicular. Navicular is a nasty condition in which the bursa, or cushion, between the deep flexor tendon and the sharp navicular bone degenerates and allows the bone to rub on the tendon. This occurs primarily in the forefeet. There is no cure, all you can do is try to control the pain or have the nerves to the hoof cut. That has a multitude of problems in itself, as the horse could pick up a nail, etc, and abcess and the poor thing would never know it. Anyway, long story short, we kept showing him, but were careful with his feet. The trainer must have said something to her clients because we were suddenly outcasts in that circle. Pal was a great horse though, and we still consistently won and placed in classes, even with the occasional slight limp. We ended up selling him after 4 years and he got to retire, for a while, to be a pasture horse. Last I heard, he was being used in 4-H somewhere up in New York by the owner's niece. If I had it to do over again, I'd still have him. He was my buddy. I taught him to give kissies and he would put his lips against my cheek and move them, in exchange for a snack of course. He also like Diet Coke. I would pour a little on the edge of his stall and he would slurp it off. Unfortunately, he quit that after I replaced the Diet Coke with Mountain Dew one day.
Bugs, or Red Bugs Stuff, was my barrel horse that we got from a horse-trader friend who had gotten him off the race track. He was also a registered QH and a gorgeous sorrel color. Buggy could run like the wind, in fact I'm don't think I ever opened him up all the way. He was probably the sweetest one and a bit of a shy little scaredy cat. He was all demure and quiet when I was on the ground but as soon as I got on board he was ready to run. He eventually calmed down some, although I think he watched too many Western Pleasure horses. I was walking him around, warming him up, one day at a KBHA open show when a friend walked by and asked if he was my new pleasure prospect. I answered "Oh no, he's my barrel horse". They laughed and said "sure". However, they quit laughing when it was our turn to run and Buggy saw the gate to the arena. We used to turn him loose on the farm and let him graze. He'd wander off for a while and then I think he would suddenly realize he was lonely. You would hear these thundering hoof beats and he would come flying up the drive and straight for you on his way to visit his buddies. That had to quit when he discovered the miniature horses at the sue-happy neighbors. We sold him back to the fella that sold him to us. He and his family had always liked him real well.
Next was Ty, also known as I'm Too Country. Ty was a buckskin QH and also registered in the ABRA. My sister & I went together and bought him from my trainer as a pleasure prospect for me to finish training and for her to eventually show. He kinda got neglected when we got Jazzi, the next horse, and he wasn't shown much. He had the cutest profile and this really wiry mane that had a tendency to pop up. He was sold at auction two years after we got him. Don't know where he is now.
The last horse we bought was All Too Obvious, alias Jazzi. Mom picked her out as a yearling and was always considered to be hers. She was an absolutely gorgeous palomino mare, also QH, of course. Pal, Ty & Jazzi all had the same sire - Stylish Too or PJ. Now that is one gorgeous stud horse. (I'm using gorgeous a lot here, aren't I. Oh well.) I trained and showed her in the 2-year-old Snaffle Bit Futurity at the KS State Fair in 1996. (Ach, that's almost 10 years ago. I'm feeling old...) We made it to the finals and placed, if I remember correctly, 14th out of 40-some competitors. Not bad for my 3rd year of real riding, if I do say so myself. That mare knew she was beautiful. When we had an audience, she would arch her neck, the tail would go up and she would prance her way around the circle at the end of the lounge line. I called her a dumb blonde. I started out lounging her before riding to work the edge off. Works on most horses, but not her. Oh no. That would just get her revved up. She loved to buck and I could never figure out how to make her stop. The college used her in the advanced horsemanship classes whenever we hosted a show. I tested her on a cutting dummy and I didn't even have to tell her what to do. She was born to cut. Problem was, I didn't know the finer points, or even the major points to the sport. I ended up selling her after I got laid off to a nice couple in Ohio. Last I heard, 2 years ago, she was pregnant. My little ditzy blonde is a mommy!
Ended up selling my saddle and other various tack after Jazzi left 3 years ago. Now I've got the horse itch real bad. This time (I won't able to afford it for quite a long time) I think I'll go the English route. I've always had a hankerin' to jump. Think I've decided on a 17hh warmblood as my new dream horse. But hey, if anyone out there has an extra horse lying around and wants to donate him/her to my very worthy cause, I wouldn't say no.
I have really been missing my horses lately. I used to show and ride a lot. In college, as part of the horsemanship team, I was probably on horseback 6 hours each day, 5 - 6 days each week.
I had a total of 6 horses or ponies from the time I was 12. The first was Sugar, a creme part Welsh/part Shetland pony. She did all she could to live up to the Shetland name - bucking, biting, etc. At least I learned how to ride out a coupla' bucks :). We eventually sold her to somebody, don't know who. (Poor people)
Next was Pebbles, who was Sugar's buddy. She was a grade (unregistered) little Appy that I learned to barrel race on. Not much to look at, but she only spooked once in the 5 or 6 years we had her. You could put anyone on her and she somehow knew what they could handle. For example, she wouldn't go over a trot with Dad, he wouldn't have been able to handle that. Hee hee. I had her bred to this nice little Quarter Horse stud. The first year she didn't settle, so we tried again the next year. Took her to the vet to have her palpated to make sure and yup, she was preggo. Only problem was the vet accidentally perforated her rectum wall while doing the check. We had to put her down the same day.
My first show horse was Pal, aka Sweet N Stylish. He was a 16hh palomino QH and the one who taught me how to ride properly. We bought him from a trainer in our area who, as soon as we had given her the down payment, said "You'll have to keep him off of the rocks, he has tender feet". Being greenhorns, we didn't think she meant anything other than "he has tender feet". After he started limping at shows later that year, we took him to vet who had treated him for navicular. Navicular is a nasty condition in which the bursa, or cushion, between the deep flexor tendon and the sharp navicular bone degenerates and allows the bone to rub on the tendon. This occurs primarily in the forefeet. There is no cure, all you can do is try to control the pain or have the nerves to the hoof cut. That has a multitude of problems in itself, as the horse could pick up a nail, etc, and abcess and the poor thing would never know it. Anyway, long story short, we kept showing him, but were careful with his feet. The trainer must have said something to her clients because we were suddenly outcasts in that circle. Pal was a great horse though, and we still consistently won and placed in classes, even with the occasional slight limp. We ended up selling him after 4 years and he got to retire, for a while, to be a pasture horse. Last I heard, he was being used in 4-H somewhere up in New York by the owner's niece. If I had it to do over again, I'd still have him. He was my buddy. I taught him to give kissies and he would put his lips against my cheek and move them, in exchange for a snack of course. He also like Diet Coke. I would pour a little on the edge of his stall and he would slurp it off. Unfortunately, he quit that after I replaced the Diet Coke with Mountain Dew one day.
Bugs, or Red Bugs Stuff, was my barrel horse that we got from a horse-trader friend who had gotten him off the race track. He was also a registered QH and a gorgeous sorrel color. Buggy could run like the wind, in fact I'm don't think I ever opened him up all the way. He was probably the sweetest one and a bit of a shy little scaredy cat. He was all demure and quiet when I was on the ground but as soon as I got on board he was ready to run. He eventually calmed down some, although I think he watched too many Western Pleasure horses. I was walking him around, warming him up, one day at a KBHA open show when a friend walked by and asked if he was my new pleasure prospect. I answered "Oh no, he's my barrel horse". They laughed and said "sure". However, they quit laughing when it was our turn to run and Buggy saw the gate to the arena. We used to turn him loose on the farm and let him graze. He'd wander off for a while and then I think he would suddenly realize he was lonely. You would hear these thundering hoof beats and he would come flying up the drive and straight for you on his way to visit his buddies. That had to quit when he discovered the miniature horses at the sue-happy neighbors. We sold him back to the fella that sold him to us. He and his family had always liked him real well.
Next was Ty, also known as I'm Too Country. Ty was a buckskin QH and also registered in the ABRA. My sister & I went together and bought him from my trainer as a pleasure prospect for me to finish training and for her to eventually show. He kinda got neglected when we got Jazzi, the next horse, and he wasn't shown much. He had the cutest profile and this really wiry mane that had a tendency to pop up. He was sold at auction two years after we got him. Don't know where he is now.
The last horse we bought was All Too Obvious, alias Jazzi. Mom picked her out as a yearling and was always considered to be hers. She was an absolutely gorgeous palomino mare, also QH, of course. Pal, Ty & Jazzi all had the same sire - Stylish Too or PJ. Now that is one gorgeous stud horse. (I'm using gorgeous a lot here, aren't I. Oh well.) I trained and showed her in the 2-year-old Snaffle Bit Futurity at the KS State Fair in 1996. (Ach, that's almost 10 years ago. I'm feeling old...) We made it to the finals and placed, if I remember correctly, 14th out of 40-some competitors. Not bad for my 3rd year of real riding, if I do say so myself. That mare knew she was beautiful. When we had an audience, she would arch her neck, the tail would go up and she would prance her way around the circle at the end of the lounge line. I called her a dumb blonde. I started out lounging her before riding to work the edge off. Works on most horses, but not her. Oh no. That would just get her revved up. She loved to buck and I could never figure out how to make her stop. The college used her in the advanced horsemanship classes whenever we hosted a show. I tested her on a cutting dummy and I didn't even have to tell her what to do. She was born to cut. Problem was, I didn't know the finer points, or even the major points to the sport. I ended up selling her after I got laid off to a nice couple in Ohio. Last I heard, 2 years ago, she was pregnant. My little ditzy blonde is a mommy!
Ended up selling my saddle and other various tack after Jazzi left 3 years ago. Now I've got the horse itch real bad. This time (I won't able to afford it for quite a long time) I think I'll go the English route. I've always had a hankerin' to jump. Think I've decided on a 17hh warmblood as my new dream horse. But hey, if anyone out there has an extra horse lying around and wants to donate him/her to my very worthy cause, I wouldn't say no.
We Interrupt This Blog For A Venting Break
GAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
MUST. THROTTLE. EVIL. CHILDREN. AND. THEIR. FAMILIES!!!!!!!
(For context, please see previous post.)
AAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
RAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!
*takes deep breath, smoothes hair and smiles*
Thank you. We now return you to our regularly scheduled blogging.
MUST. THROTTLE. EVIL. CHILDREN. AND. THEIR. FAMILIES!!!!!!!
(For context, please see previous post.)
AAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
RAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!
*takes deep breath, smoothes hair and smiles*
Thank you. We now return you to our regularly scheduled blogging.
Why Kids Are The Way They Are
Two of our clients had run away when I got into work tonight. Second shift were the ones that had to deal with the majority of the crap, but I have had the "pleasure" of talking to.. err... listening to one of the girls' grandma rant and rave. Grandma blames us for letting her little darling walk out of the cottage and off campus. I explained to her several times, as did 2nd shift, that we are not allowed to restrain or do anything to keep them from running unless they are on suicide watch. She just keeps going, getting louder and louder, saying that she placed the child here so she would be safe and we don't care and now the girl has learned that she can do anything she wants. I told her that her granddaughter is the one that made the decision to run, but the woman just escalated and continued the beratement. She said that she is coming to campus, from about 150 miles away, and she is going to stay here until we do something to find her. I told her if she wanted the girl somewhere that she couldn't run from, maybe they should've looked into a lock-down facility. Grandma simply keeps repeating everything she has already said over and over, getting louder and more worked up. She refused to listen to any kind of reason and said that she is going to bring a lawsuit against the company.
I wanted to tell her that her granddaughter is acting the way she is because her family let her get away with stuff and even now is painting her as the poor little victim and the staff and company as uncaring, incompetent villains. Don't get me wrong, I hope the girls don't come to any harm, but sometimes, something drastic does need to happen to make them sit up and realize that "Oh yeah, this is stupid".
Did I mention that this girl is the same one from the Icky... post?
And... Dah dah da-dah - they also stole a car.
I wanted to tell her that her granddaughter is acting the way she is because her family let her get away with stuff and even now is painting her as the poor little victim and the staff and company as uncaring, incompetent villains. Don't get me wrong, I hope the girls don't come to any harm, but sometimes, something drastic does need to happen to make them sit up and realize that "Oh yeah, this is stupid".
Did I mention that this girl is the same one from the Icky... post?
And... Dah dah da-dah - they also stole a car.
Monday, December 26, 2005
Books & Music
More useless information that y'all don't need but I am going to share anyway...
Music I have been hooked on lately:
BB King & Eric Clapton - Riding With The King
PFR - Great Lengths
Reliant K - mmhmm
The Best of Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong - I LOVE "Gee, Baby Ain't I Good To You"
Books I have been (sorta) reading lately:
Dee Henderson's True Heroes series - True Devotion, True Valor, True Honor, True Courage
I Don't Have Enough Faith To Be An Atheist by Norm Geisler & Frank Turek
Treason by Ann Coulter
He Still Moves Stones by Max Lucado - My care group at church is going through this right now.
Music I have been hooked on lately:
BB King & Eric Clapton - Riding With The King
PFR - Great Lengths
Reliant K - mmhmm
The Best of Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong - I LOVE "Gee, Baby Ain't I Good To You"
Books I have been (sorta) reading lately:
Dee Henderson's True Heroes series - True Devotion, True Valor, True Honor, True Courage
I Don't Have Enough Faith To Be An Atheist by Norm Geisler & Frank Turek
Treason by Ann Coulter
He Still Moves Stones by Max Lucado - My care group at church is going through this right now.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Heh He...
The Little Mother and I were in Sam's Club the other day getting mondo food for the Christmas dinners. We got up to the checkout and this guy that has to be older than Dad almost ran into my cart. He started talking to me and I was just being polite and conversating. He said there was a go-cart for sale somewhere in the back and then asked if I had kids. I said no and he said that it would have been a good gift for kids and only $1,800. I said if I had that kind of money laying around I certainly wouldn't be buying a go-cart. *cough*Harley*cough* He asked what I would buy. "My dream gun" I replied. "Oh. (pause - his smile kinda freezes) What's your dream gun?" "A Desert Eagle .44 or .50" "Oh..." Me - "Bye"
Sometimes I love being a little off... ;D
Sometimes I love being a little off... ;D
Wind Resistance
Ya know those little foam daisies that you can stick on your car antenna? Mom has one on her van. Well, Dad was driving the other day, stopped the van and pulled the flower off. He said it was creating too much wind resistance while going down the highway...
Too much wind drag from a 3 inch foam flower?!?
Too much wind drag from a 3 inch foam flower?!?
Merry Christ-mas
Luke 2:1-20
The Birth of Jesus
1In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. 2(This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) 3And everyone went to his own town to register.
4So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. 5He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. 6While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, 7and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
The Shepherds and the Angels
8And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. 11Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ[a] the Lord. 12This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."
13Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
14"Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests."
15When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about."
16So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. 17When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, 18and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. 19But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. 20The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.
Text obtained from BibleGateway.
The Birth of Jesus
1In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. 2(This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) 3And everyone went to his own town to register.
4So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. 5He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. 6While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, 7and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
The Shepherds and the Angels
8And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. 11Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ[a] the Lord. 12This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."
13Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
14"Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests."
15When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about."
16So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. 17When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, 18and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. 19But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. 20The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.
Text obtained from BibleGateway.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Prayer Request
I hate to be cryptic and vague, but if it crosses your mind, please pray for my family. I cannot give out any details other than it is a health issue and that the doctors are unsure as to what the problem is. All we know so far is that it doesn't look good. I'll be more forthcoming when we know something/permission is granted to share more.
Thank you.
Update: My uncle has been diagnosed with MS. At the time this was originally posted, all we knew was that his entire right side was numb, he couldn't tell where his hand was & couldn't control it if he couldn't see it. He had just started a new position with his company & they were worried about whether or not they would work with him & the new health problems. They are, by the way. He's on meds now & has improved a lot.
Thank you.
Update: My uncle has been diagnosed with MS. At the time this was originally posted, all we knew was that his entire right side was numb, he couldn't tell where his hand was & couldn't control it if he couldn't see it. He had just started a new position with his company & they were worried about whether or not they would work with him & the new health problems. They are, by the way. He's on meds now & has improved a lot.
I Am A Disrespectful Daughter
I was helping the parental units out one Sunday when they were assigned to work at the Coffe-thingy between Sunday School & 2nd service. Another family was also working in there and when Mom came in from her 4yr-old S.S. class, I greeted her with "Yo, Mama", which is how I also sometimes answer phone calls from her. The other lady in the kitchen turned around and said "What did you say?". I repeated it and explained that that is how I jokingly say Hi. The lady said that was sooo disrespectful and she couldn't believe I said that. Mom told her she thought it was funny and that I also call her the Mothership. The woman just couldn't believe Mom let me get away with that and repeated that I was being very disrespectful. Mom & I just looked at each other and rolled our eyes.
Job Update
I called Standridge Color to find out what happened with the job I interviewed for. They gave it to someone else. :( Oh well. They did say that they wanted to keep my application for whenever the lab job opens. Guess I'll just keep plugging away here. *prays "God give me patience..."*
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Aha! All Shall Love Me & Despair!
I am 71% Evil Genius.
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Tuesday, December 20, 2005
What Happened To My Hermit Plans... ?
The parental units & I went to see The Chronicles Of Narnia Sunday evening. Good movie, not quite as good as I had hoped it to be, but...
About 20 minutes from the end, right in the middle of the big battle, a group of 3 people came into the row ahead of us and stood there, trying to figure out if that was where they wanted to sit. Had they not been senior citizens I might have grabbed the back of the guy's coat and pulled him down as a small reminder that they aren't the only ones in the blasted place.
Another chick had brought her little baby - not a toddler, a BABY - and was standing by the back door as the poor kid screamed throughout a majority of the show. First of all, what in the world was girl thinking - bring a kid that small to a movie? Whatever happened to baby-sitters? And then, she just stood there as he bawled his little head off. How in the world anyone is supposed to enjoy a movie when you strain to hear the dialogue over an enraged infant.
People can be so... um... not-smart sometimes. (See Mom, I'm trying to be nicer.) Maybe I should rethink the whole going-to-Cherry-County-Nebraska-to-be-a-hermit plan I had in high school. Just me, a Dodge truck, horses, cats & dogs... Ahh, that's the life.
About 20 minutes from the end, right in the middle of the big battle, a group of 3 people came into the row ahead of us and stood there, trying to figure out if that was where they wanted to sit. Had they not been senior citizens I might have grabbed the back of the guy's coat and pulled him down as a small reminder that they aren't the only ones in the blasted place.
Another chick had brought her little baby - not a toddler, a BABY - and was standing by the back door as the poor kid screamed throughout a majority of the show. First of all, what in the world was girl thinking - bring a kid that small to a movie? Whatever happened to baby-sitters? And then, she just stood there as he bawled his little head off. How in the world anyone is supposed to enjoy a movie when you strain to hear the dialogue over an enraged infant.
People can be so... um... not-smart sometimes. (See Mom, I'm trying to be nicer.) Maybe I should rethink the whole going-to-Cherry-County-Nebraska-to-be-a-hermit plan I had in high school. Just me, a Dodge truck, horses, cats & dogs... Ahh, that's the life.
Our Little Adventure
Mom & I went up to Topeka to see my older brother & sister-in-law graduate from Washburn. I don't know how they did it, with 2 little ones and him working full-time 30 miles away.
I got Big Bro some .45 ammo as a gift. You shoulda seen him. He carried it around with him and routinely opened it up to play with a couple bullets. 'Course I played with them too, as did Bobo. Guess I know what to get to make him happy. It was even on sale. Yay Dick's Sporting Goods! They also had some real pretty folders by Gerber.
Anyway, the Mothership & I returned little Bobo to his parental units and got to see the other little duffer. We were planning on staying until Saturday evening for Pop's side of the family's Christmas. The weather decided otherwise for us. We left shortly after noon (I think) to head home due to a forecast of 2-4 inches up there and 4-6 inches down here. Did fine on the turnpike and most of the way on the evil 2-lane highway that is frequented by semis. Got behind a trucker who refused to move over in the passing zones so the Mothership decided to pass. Didn't realize the slush we had been driving over earlier had frozen. We got next to the trailer and lost control. Mom & I both started praying hard. I was looking over at these big tires and thinking "Oh, crap, we're gonna get run over by a semi". When we swerved off to the left I thought "Thank you God", never mind the fact that we were heading into a lovely ditch at 60-70 mph. The ol' minivan plowed through that snow and did a nice little 270 degree turn before sliding to a stop. Mom & I both thought we were going to flip. It was a God-thing that we didn't. Mom quit yelling "HELP US GOD! HELP US GOD! HELP US GOD!" and we just sat there for a minute. Drove the van out of the ditch and down the road. No damage other than maybe a little paint scrape-age on the front fender.
Well, that's it. Hope life is a wee bit more boring for while, although it was kind of a rush.
I got Big Bro some .45 ammo as a gift. You shoulda seen him. He carried it around with him and routinely opened it up to play with a couple bullets. 'Course I played with them too, as did Bobo. Guess I know what to get to make him happy. It was even on sale. Yay Dick's Sporting Goods! They also had some real pretty folders by Gerber.
Anyway, the Mothership & I returned little Bobo to his parental units and got to see the other little duffer. We were planning on staying until Saturday evening for Pop's side of the family's Christmas. The weather decided otherwise for us. We left shortly after noon (I think) to head home due to a forecast of 2-4 inches up there and 4-6 inches down here. Did fine on the turnpike and most of the way on the evil 2-lane highway that is frequented by semis. Got behind a trucker who refused to move over in the passing zones so the Mothership decided to pass. Didn't realize the slush we had been driving over earlier had frozen. We got next to the trailer and lost control. Mom & I both started praying hard. I was looking over at these big tires and thinking "Oh, crap, we're gonna get run over by a semi". When we swerved off to the left I thought "Thank you God", never mind the fact that we were heading into a lovely ditch at 60-70 mph. The ol' minivan plowed through that snow and did a nice little 270 degree turn before sliding to a stop. Mom & I both thought we were going to flip. It was a God-thing that we didn't. Mom quit yelling "HELP US GOD! HELP US GOD! HELP US GOD!" and we just sat there for a minute. Drove the van out of the ditch and down the road. No damage other than maybe a little paint scrape-age on the front fender.
Well, that's it. Hope life is a wee bit more boring for while, although it was kind of a rush.
Friday, December 16, 2005
Bathroom Etiquette
If one were to follow Little Bobo's example this morning, one must always wave and yell "Buh-bye! See you yater!" several times as one flushes the biffy.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Ever Elusive Sleep
Once again, after getting about 4-5 hours of sleep each Sunday & Monday, I have slept 1 hour since 11pm Monday night. But, I am taking tonight off and have my 4 day weekend ahead.
Alias better be good because that's what I'm waiting up for. After that - sweet, sweet sleeping pills and no alarm clock. Yee-haw!
Alias better be good because that's what I'm waiting up for. After that - sweet, sweet sleeping pills and no alarm clock. Yee-haw!
The Grinches Who Are Stealing Christmas
Just finished watching the original 'Grinch Who Stole Christmas' with Little Bobo. You know, the one where the Whos in Whoville have all their Christmas decorations, etc. stolen but still have the Christmas spirit? It appears that Dr. Suess was somewhat of a dyslexic prophet. The ACLU wants to allow us the trappings of Christmas as long as the spirit, reason and name of the 'holiday' are tossed in the dumpster.
I refuse to say 'Happy Holidays'. If someone wants to tell me that, great, but they will get a resounding 'Merry Christmas' back. I know the majority aren't on the fringe like the socialist ACLU, but every inch we relinquish now makes it easier for them to take two more later. Soon, we will be left with no legal ground to stand on. They will not be allowed to trample this country under their Red birkenstocks any longer.
I refuse to say 'Happy Holidays'. If someone wants to tell me that, great, but they will get a resounding 'Merry Christmas' back. I know the majority aren't on the fringe like the socialist ACLU, but every inch we relinquish now makes it easier for them to take two more later. Soon, we will be left with no legal ground to stand on. They will not be allowed to trample this country under their Red birkenstocks any longer.
Kids...
Mom & I are watching Little Bobo and my cousin's youngest Lil'Un. We have had several fun learning moments:
Large stuffed horses have front and back seats that are somehow worthy of being fought over.
When you send a kid for his shoes, he may bring back his Pooh, as in Winnie.
Bobo cannot say 'girl', it comes out as 'gral'.
Cats do not enjoy being held about the middle by a little 'gral' who is jumping up and down.
Bobo was following Lil'Un out of the computer room when he suddenly stopped and exclaimed "I can't find my knife" and began searching his pockets. Even though he is a little farm boy, I would be a wee bit surprised if a 2 yr-old had a pocket knife. That should be saved for the 3rd or 4th birthday, so as to not rush things, you know. Ah well, turns out it was a Play-Doh 'pocket' knife that was missing.
UPDATE: Little Bobo came running back into the den and stated "You like sharp knives". ?!?!?
Warning! - Bobo bites when pretending to be a snake and gets you. Not hard, just suprising.
Large stuffed horses have front and back seats that are somehow worthy of being fought over.
When you send a kid for his shoes, he may bring back his Pooh, as in Winnie.
Bobo cannot say 'girl', it comes out as 'gral'.
Cats do not enjoy being held about the middle by a little 'gral' who is jumping up and down.
Bobo was following Lil'Un out of the computer room when he suddenly stopped and exclaimed "I can't find my knife" and began searching his pockets. Even though he is a little farm boy, I would be a wee bit surprised if a 2 yr-old had a pocket knife. That should be saved for the 3rd or 4th birthday, so as to not rush things, you know. Ah well, turns out it was a Play-Doh 'pocket' knife that was missing.
UPDATE: Little Bobo came running back into the den and stated "You like sharp knives". ?!?!?
Warning! - Bobo bites when pretending to be a snake and gets you. Not hard, just suprising.
Icky
Got into work tonight and had to immediately leave for the emergency room. Apparently a client had been on the run and got the brilliant idea to try to jump off a stump and over a chain link fence. Needless to say, she ripped a lovely patch of skin off her leg. I got the joy of holding her hands while the ER doc numbed, rinsed and stitched her up. He discovered that the fence made a puncture wound large and long enough for his index finger to fit in. (Theoretically - he didn't actually attempt this.) Before the stitchin', the girl was fussy and said she was going to get mad if the doc didn't get in there soon so she could go home and go to bed. I reminded her that she was there as a result of her decisions to A.) run away and B.) try to jump a fence. She chilled out after that. She did pretty well during the needle stuff although I made the mistake of watching and got rather light-headed. Girl claims this has changed her ways and she won't run anymore. Time will tell.
UPDATE: Yup. Ran again - twice. Nitwit.
UPDATE: Yup. Ran again - twice. Nitwit.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Be Afraid...
...Be very afraid. I have heard the logic (?) of the next voting generation.
A client yesterday morning wanted a band-aid for a shaving cut on her leg. I handed her an alcohol swab to clean the cut with and the conversation went as follows:
Client: I don't use alcohol.
Me: It will clean the cut.
Client: But it stings!
Me: Yes - but then it won't get infected.
Client: I always use hydrogen peroxide.
Me: Umm... alcohol does the same thing. Why does it matter?
Client: Because the hydrogen peroxide stings. That way I know it's working.
Me: So... You won't use alochol because it stings. You want to use hydrogen peroxide because it stings.
Client: Yeah.
Waiter - more medication over here please!
A client yesterday morning wanted a band-aid for a shaving cut on her leg. I handed her an alcohol swab to clean the cut with and the conversation went as follows:
Client: I don't use alcohol.
Me: It will clean the cut.
Client: But it stings!
Me: Yes - but then it won't get infected.
Client: I always use hydrogen peroxide.
Me: Umm... alcohol does the same thing. Why does it matter?
Client: Because the hydrogen peroxide stings. That way I know it's working.
Me: So... You won't use alochol because it stings. You want to use hydrogen peroxide because it stings.
Client: Yeah.
Waiter - more medication over here please!
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Need. Sleep. Right. Now. Zzzzzzz
I just realized that I've had about 5 hours of sleep since Thursday evening. D'oh! Oh well, I can sleep this afternoon after church. Ahhh. Sweet, sweet sleep. Can't wait.
UPDATE: By the time I got to bed Sunday afternoon, those 5 hours were all I had gotten in the past 66 or so hours.
UPDATE: By the time I got to bed Sunday afternoon, those 5 hours were all I had gotten in the past 66 or so hours.
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Lucy's Up & Runnin'
Dad came over & charged little Lucy's battery. He said the alternator was charging too high or something like that. I'm gonna have to take into a shop & have them check her out. But, at least she's working now so that I can get to work. Those little paycheck thingys sure do come in handy.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Lucy On Strike
Lucy - my little car - went on strike tonight. I went out to get her warmed up before work and she refused to start. Called the Parental Units to see if I could borrow Lily - my old truck - but she had already been loaned out to Peanut. A co-worker came and picked me up. Dad's gonna check her out (Lucy, not the co-worker :D) tomorrow and see if it isn't the battery.
Yummy Recipe
This is one of the few recipes from work that's good enough to keep around.
Strawberry Dessert Cake
2 c. sliced strawberries
3 oz. package strawberry jello
1 package white cake mix
1/2 c. sugar
1 1/2 c. mini marshmallows
Combine sliced strawberries with sugar & strawberry jello; set aside. Generously gease bottom of 9 X 13 pan; sprinkle with marshmallows. Mix white cake mix according to package directions. Pour over marshmallows. Spoon strawberry mixture over batter. Bake at 350* for 40 - 45 minutes. Serve either warm or cold with ice cream or whipped topping. I prefer it warm.
Strawberry Dessert Cake
2 c. sliced strawberries
3 oz. package strawberry jello
1 package white cake mix
1/2 c. sugar
1 1/2 c. mini marshmallows
Combine sliced strawberries with sugar & strawberry jello; set aside. Generously gease bottom of 9 X 13 pan; sprinkle with marshmallows. Mix white cake mix according to package directions. Pour over marshmallows. Spoon strawberry mixture over batter. Bake at 350* for 40 - 45 minutes. Serve either warm or cold with ice cream or whipped topping. I prefer it warm.
Sony = Evil
Sony installs a rootkit on your hard drive whenever you play one of their CDs on your computer. A rootkit is something that allows crackers, viruses, etc. easier access to your 'puter. If you try to delete it, it will break your CD drive. More details here.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Thought I'd Share Some Pictures
Dad last year at the church's fun night. He was the judge for the jail. I personally think every judge should wear a hat like that when they're on the bench.Jiminy Cricket & me at Epcot last year. We (the family, not Jiminy & me) were in Florida for my cousin Mel's wedding.
How The Loony-Left Supports The Troops
Check out this card received by an injured soldier...
Sickening.
Sickening.
Is Winter Over Yet?
I know, I know - it hasn't even officially started yet. But I get so cold. Whenever I get really tired (which is most of the time) my body temp just drops & I freeze. Last week I got half an hour of sleep from Monday evening - Tuesday midnight. I was so flippin' cold I spent the whole night at work Tues. wearing my hoodie, coat, scarf & gloves. The gloves came off when I passed meds. They were in the way. I tried to keep my house thermostat set at 68 degrees but I spent the whole time shivering. It's at 71-72 now and I still want to turn it up more. Oh well.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Interview
Had a job interview this morning, err... yesterday morning... with Standridge Color. The position is Building Coordinator and sounds rather involved. They asked how it sounded and I said something to the effect of "Well, I thought I was in over my head at my last two jobs, so what's one more jump into the deep end". They laughed - hope that was good. Said they'll be interviewing 10-12 people this week, narrow it down to 3-4 and call them back for interviews with a lady from the main Georgia office next week. Bonus points for me - the lady who had the job previously told the boss man to make sure I was considered for the job.
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