I WILL NOT BE IGNORED!!

Spring flowers

2006-05-07T19:11:00.000-05:00

These are the flowers along side the house. I'm not sure what the red ones are, or were, since the frost killed them, but they were pretty when they first bloomed.

your wish is my command

2006-04-24T22:06:00.000-05:00

the single puppy is Futzie, the two are Freckles (who has a new home now) and Futzie, and the last one if of Christmas playing with her ball

promotion

2006-04-03T19:02:00.000-05:00

WIHP #5

2006-04-03T18:52:00.000-05:00

okay, so this post only applies to Korean people, however...

I know that you were taught that honesty is the best policy and all that crap, but you should have also been taught manners and compassion and, hell, just plain common courtesy.

And I hate to have to be the one to break it to you,

BUT,

coming over to me while I am browsing in your store and telling me that, "Obseyo! You LARGEY SIZE-A,"

doesn't even come close to any of the virtues I mentioned above.

Besides,

I KNOW WHAT FLIPPIN' FLYIN' SIZE I AM, AND IF I SAY THIS WILL FIT ME, I DO NOT WANT TO ARGUE WITH YOU AND HAVE YOU PAT ME DOWN SO THAT YOU CAN "MEASURE" ME!

Just take my damn money, smile at me and suggest buying one in another color as well, and talk behind my back when I leave the store.

GAC(BISY) #4

2006-04-03T18:49:00.000-05:00

making our list for the second time will be...

Danielle

because, really, 12 unreturned phone calls doesn't give you just a HINT that I don't want to talk to you????

Why am I doing this again???

2006-03-30T21:16:00.000-05:00

I'm typing this entry from one of the doctor's computers at the hospital. Why? Because I've been sitting here waiting for him for an hour now. Oh, he keeps popping his head in and saying, "just a minute," and such. But all the same, I've already wasted an hour sitting here. It's just been one of those weeks, you know?

So what's been up with you this week?

love you

New Career Choice

2006-03-24T21:00:00.000-05:00

Raymond told all the guys at the shop that he had decided on his new career. He is so excited and can't wait for his first day. Then all the guys asked if they could sign up too.
You'll be so proud of his new choice.
J will be so jealous.
Can you guess what his new job is?

Male gigolo!!!!!

Yes, so proud.

YGTBFKM #1

2006-03-24T09:26:00.000-05:00

Well Raymonds shop apparently didn't think that they had screwed them enough, so they decided to dish out some more bad news and change some of the "sorry we're canning you, but we'll help you out" to "Dance monkey, dance!".

The most generous severance package they are offering, Raymond wont get. "Why?" you ask, because they changed their offer. They had said if you stayed working until April 30th, then you would receive the severance package. If you were leaving for a job, not out of spite, before April 30th, then they would make the decision based on your situation. Now they must have decided it would cost them too much money so they have changed it to "Kiss my ass, you're not getting a dime out of us". If you leave the job for ANY reason, before they officially let you go, then you DO NOT receive any money. The shop will stay open till sometime in September, to finish disassembling the shop, packing up all the tools and shipping all the machines out. Which of course they will want Raymond to be there for since he's maintenance. If he doesn't stay until then, the end of summer and job hunting season, then he gets nothing. They expect him to work till the end and then have no job to go to.

They are also looking for anything they can to start firing guys, so they don't have to pay. If you're late for work, you're fired. If you take a day off to go to an interview, and it wasn't previously approved, you're fired. If they say you're not productive enough, you're fired.

And the best, they expect the guys to keep production going at top speed, They don't want anyone to leave for other job yet because then they wont have enough operators to keep the machines going, they don't want the maintenance staff to leave because no one will be there to fix the machines. They still expect the guys to give up there weekend when they're on call to rush in and repair whatever is broken. Like the title says YGTBFKM!!!!!!.

WPOTDYNU #3

2006-03-23T05:25:00.000-05:00

Dasha

Okay. So...you walk around telling everyone how fat you are (and she is) and complaining about not being able to lose the baby (he's a year old now, and you're twenty pounds heavier than when you delivered!) weight, but do you do anything about it???

NO, INDEED!

But, since we, your not-exactly-friends-but-more-compatriots, are sick of hearing how much you weigh, we will be kind (read: stupid) enough to invite you along for a walk. Which will go something like this:

(in a whiney tone) How far are we walking, anyway?
Oh, my knees hurt so bad.
Ow.
Oh, I'm so hungry.
Hey--can we stop to eat?
Oops, I didn't bring any money. Can I borrow some?
It's kind of cold don't you think?
Ow.
Does this mean we have to walk all the way back, too?
Ow.
I won't be able to walk for days after this.
I'm going to have to soak in the bath tonight.
Ow.
Ow.
Ow.
Wait up, you guys.
Oh, my knees.
Ow.
You know, I have bad knees.
Ow.
Ow.
Ow.
Ow.
Ow.

(I think you get the point.)

For the record...
this poor, starving girl with the bad knees is,

wait for it,

twenty years old. That's right, boys and girls, 20.
AND she ate non-stop during the entire walk
WHICH wasn't more than a couple of miles
at a SNAIL'S PACE because we had to keep stopping for her to complain and whine and rub her knees and eat.

We even walked through the city which means that we had to stop at the end of each block for the traffic lights...not to mention fighting the other hundred people walking the sidewalks with us.

Seriously, Can You Be That Stupid (SCYBTS) #2

2006-03-22T21:01:00.000-05:00

(I figured I play around with the different titles and see which ones we like. This one fits this turn.)

Okay, I know that I just took a turn at our new game. But after I finish, my phone starts ringing...incessantly...and I think, IT'S MY TURN! IT'S MY TURN! And even though I just had a turn, the rules state that you can take as many turns in a row as you like and/or need. And so, for my next turn, I introduce

Danielle

Danielle can, and probably will, have many places on our list. Let's start with the first one that comes to mind, shall we?!?

If you call me, and let the phone ring, say, oh...FOURTEEN TIMES, and I don't answer it, and then call back, maybe, THIRTY SECONDS LATER and do the same thing, and I still don't answer,

WHY ARE YOU CALLING YET A THIRD TIME? REALLY? WHY???

Me not answering during the first forty rings means one of two things:

1. I'm busy
2. I don't want to talk to you

So now, if you DO succeed in getting me to answer the phone, you're going to hear one of two things:

1. I'm busy, and I'm pissed that you can't figure that out and are bothering me
2. I don't want to talk to you, and I'm pissed that you can't figure that out and are bothering me

caller ID is a good thing!
going back to my happy place now
love you

WAIT!!

2006-03-22T20:25:00.000-05:00

I've been busy this morning! In order to understand the title of the next post, you need to go back TWO (2) posts. That's right, dear sister o' mine. Including this one, that makes 3,

one, two, three
hana, tul, set
il, i, sam,
ich, ni sam,
ein, zwei, drei,
uno, dos, tres,

3

posts today. With more to come, even. Why, you ask? Am I being lazy again? No, indeed! Doctor #1 was called to some mysterious helping-with-the-patients thing. Doctor #2 called and said he is drunk and would like to cancel our lesson. That's right. I said drunk. I only hope he is also cancelling his helping-with-the-patients things and not just our English lesson. Oh, and here's the funny part--Doctor #2, the drunk one...yeah, he's an addiction counselor...and his specialty is alcoholism. hahahahaha!

so I'm hoping that J's my-wife-has-freetime radar doesn't kick in and that I will actually get to have, gasp, free time. A little, anyway. I do still have class this afternoon. But my morning is free. So I have posted...

(how many ?)

THREE (3)

posts so far, and am going to try to locate the camera and get some of the pictures up, too. (say it together, now...YEA!!!)

SO...
go back two posts and start there. Now. Go.

Oh, yeah--love you!

What Part of This Did You Not Understand (WPOTDYNU) #1

2006-03-22T19:33:00.000-05:00

Here are highlights from a phone conversation I had last night.

Joe is the "gentleman" that adopted Freckles last week for his wife. I had sent him a message the day before asking how Freckles was doing because I had already called once to check on the puppy and didn't want to seem...crazy. I figured a message was less crazy.

Me: Hello?

Joe: Hi, K, it's Joe. How're ya doin?

M: Great. How are you?

J: Good, good. Hey, I got your message yesterday. Sorry I didn't get back to you. I was busy. I meant to, but I just got busy.

M: No problem. I understand. I don't mean to bother you. I know you're taking good care of him. I just wondered how he was doing and if he was being good for you.

J: Oh, he's great! We love him so much! And his name is Rocky now. We were going to call him Mocha, but then my wife decided to call him Rocky. And he's just the greatest little puppy. My niece came over, and she loved him. We're just so in love with Rocky.

M: So he's being good, then, and adjusting okay?

J: Oh, yeah. He plays. My wife is just so happy. Rocky sleeps with her at night. She's just really in love with him.

M: Aww.

J: So, anyway, we had a conversation last night, and if it's okay with you, I'll bring him back to you early tomorrow morning on my way to work, maybe around 7:20, before she gets any more attached to him.

M: ...uh...huh?

J: Well, she just didn't realize that she'd have to clean up dog hair, and she doesn't want more work, so we'd better bring him back before she's even more attached to him. So tomorrow morning will be okay with you?

Imagine that?! A dog might, just might, have hair. AND some of that hair might, just might, fall off. Yes, I can see the confusion there. What's more, I can see how a woman with no children and no job who stays home all day might, just might, find it frustrating to pick a hair off her freshly-painted fingernails and then have to remove all her polish and start over again because she has NOTHING BETTER TO DO!!

After her husband dropped Freckles off, I hope he drove her to the doctor and had her tubes tied because if a couple of puppy hairs broke her, a baby would be a bad, bad thing.

LET'S PLAY!

2006-03-22T19:32:00.000-05:00

I'm often accused of living in my own little world. What do I say to that? Yes, yes, I do! And why?! Because this world, the so-called "real" one, is filled with morons and people who have no clue and who do things that really annoy me and challenge my ability to act like the genteel, civilized person that I am. And so I have created my own happy place in which kindness and courtesy are the norm, and idiocy and rudeness are punishable by death.

(Besides, in my world, calories really do run out the middle if you break a cookie in half, skinny women are to be pitied for no man can find their frail, bony frames desireable, and men "get it.")

SO,

even though I spend as much time as possible inside my alternate universe, I must, on occasion, visit this other, harsher, plane of existence.

And I don't like it.

So I've decided to invent a game. And I thought you might like to play along. I haven't quite come up with the right title yet. Some ideas I'm kicking around are:

Why I Hate People
Why People Suck
Why Dementia is Better Than Reality
Get A Clue (Before I Shoot You)
Ten Isn't High Enough; I'd Better Count To A Million
Please Go Away. Now.
Seriously, Can You Be That Stupid?!
What Part of This Did You Not Understand?

These are just some of the names I'm considering. Please feel free to add your own suggestions to the list and offer comments on the ones I've listed.

I think the title suggestions pretty well explain the concept of the game. We'll just take turns saying why people, well, make us want to hurt them. But unlike other games, you can take as many turns in a row as you like, or skip a while and come back later. So I invite you to play along with me. Ready??

(love you)

Progress, somewhat.

2006-03-12T17:19:00.000-05:00

These are the before and after pictures of the boys closet. We decided to make shelves and a desk for the boys which, of course, they're arguing about. Raymond painted it the camouflage colors that will match their paneling, when we get that put up. Oh hush, we're at least trying.

We bought some new furniture too. This is the very first, brand new furniture we've ever bought. Not including the desk or chair, stuff like that.

Well I just thought I would write a little and show you we ARE making progress, slowly. Hope to show you more soon.

Love ya!

California here we come!

2006-02-26T23:59:00.000-05:00

Well, looks like Fort Irwin, California is our next stop. I guess that's not so...bad. I survived Lousianna!

That's all I know right now.

Gotta run.

LOVE YOU, DOODIE HEAD!!

What to do on a summer day

2006-02-08T18:10:00.000-05:00

Wheeeeeeeeeeee! Just looking through pictures and I think this is one of my favorites.

I tried to send pics through email and can't get it to work still but I can now load pics here. Better then nothing.

Ta Da!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-02-06T21:39:00.000-05:00

It worked. I thought this was a good photo to be the first one published. Now say CHEESE!!!!!!!!

Speaking of fat...

2006-02-01T19:58:00.000-05:00

Got some free time this morning. So what am I doing? That's right--sitting on my lazy butt watching some Korean television, cuddling with Christmas, playing video games, and blogging...all the while thinking that I SHOULD be exercising--or at the very LEAST going to the pinch-n-poke...which I haven't done in, like, two months thank-you-very-much because my students are demanding--not to mention my husband who seems to have this incredible my-wife-has-tme-to-herself radar and always manages to come up with some oh-so-important (to him) and time consuming thing for me to do that just blows ALL to heck my plans of whatever...oh, yeah--and the house cleaning and grocery shopping--which often requires me to travel an hour each way to another camp to get the goodies I want, so there's three hours minimum for THAT--and the cooking and the dropping-off-and-picking-up of the uniforms and the...SEE WHAT I MEAN?!?!?

And yes, I know that just about qualifies as the longest sentence on the planet. Get over it. The craziness and utter, um, ridiculousness of said sentence just demonstrates the status of my being. M'kay?

SO...
don't scream at me (please),
and don't disown me, yet,
BUT
certain things did not make it in the mail until, um, recently.

Why?

Read the first paragraph.

PLUS...
menopause. It kind of sucks. Don't get me wrong--the whole not bleeding thing is pretty cool. I can buy pretty undies and not have them ruined. I can make plans (read: swimming, sex, sleeping sans a diaper) and not worry about having things turn...ugly. (okay, okay...so I don't exactly go swimming much. and? this only makes it that more important that should I actually decide to go that my plans don't turn to the red sea.)

But...as the above paragraph CLEARLY demonstrates by the way I just kind of wandered off into nothingness without a clear road map on how to return, or, indeed, the immediate recollection of where I even INTENDED on going with the story...

my memory is sooooo gone. Really. It's sad, actually, I often will stand up to walk into another room (which, in my little house, is all of SEVEN feet away), and will forget while STILL WALKING what my purpose was in moving. I will go onto post and then find myself standing and looking around thinking why am I here?

Yeah, yeah. Keep your recommendatins to yourself. I make notes. Lots of 'em. And lists up the hoo-ha. I even put things in nice, neat little piles and set them by the door so as to not forget them. It matters not. I walk right past them and only remember, oh, hours or days later that it was my intention to actually MOVE the pile of stuff.

Everyone asks me why I'm happy all the time, why I'm always smiling.

It's not happiness, people, it's total dementia!

A, B, C

2006-02-01T19:54:00.000-05:00

A. She was not fat
B. She did not waddle
C. I have never made fun of Chili for beingfat. As a matter of fact, I don't like the word fat; I prefer cuddly.

So there!

2006-02-01T17:39:00.000-05:00

Oh my! What a fat dog she was. Her belly was big enough to fit 10 or 12 puppies in it. How did she even get through the door with that big belly swaying side to side. You must have been blind to not see her waddling every time she moved around. You picked on me for Chili being fat but your dog makes mine look like a tea cup poodle. Like Jeremy said "a fat one dear", that pretty much sum's it up.

pictures

2006-02-01T00:18:00.000-05:00

(One day before giving birth)
See?? I don't LOOK pregnant!!

Stop looking at my babies!!
Okay, but just one picture!!

Three boys and one little girl. The only one colored like her (the brown one, duh!) is the only girl of the bunch. They're pretty good sized, too!

Quit making fun of me

2006-01-31T23:47:00.000-05:00

So...in my defense, I must reiterate just how emaciated and malnourished and about to die from starvation Christmas was when I found her. Okay--like seriously not healthy. As is, on the bus ride home, I had her tiny body wrapped in a towel--which went around her, like, three times--and stuffed inside a backpack, and her little bones were STILL poking out. Really. So when she started gaining weight, we thought she was just, you know, getting over death. She ran and jumped and played and snuggled and, since that's how she was when we got her, I mean...GIVE ME A BREAK!

Anyway, now that the babies have made their way out of her belly, she is skin and bones again. So I'm cooking her special meals to fatten her up and make sure she has enough nutrition for her and the four little leaches.

AND...I posted on Sunday saying that she would have babies at any time. That was at, like, two or three o'clock. Around eight or so, she started getting really restless. About eleven o'clock she was kind of whimpering. About one o'clock, she started panting. And at 5:40, the first little pup was pushed out accompanied by much barking and crying and sounds of distress. All in all, it took her almost three hours to push four little pups out. And they're not all that little--especially when compared to momma.

Grandma

2006-01-31T18:45:00.000-05:00

Ha ha ha ha ha ha! How's it going Grandma? The most important question is how is Momma and the babies? I have to admit that I laughed my butt off when I read your post. I kept saying "only my sister". How you had a pregnant dog and not recognize the signs is funny. Did we not grow up in the same house? Maternity Central and we were the ward nurses. But knowing you, at least one of the puppies have a crazy name. I can't picture you sitting on the kitchen floor with an aluminum pie pan full of milk and bread pieces, watching the pups swim through the middle of it. Oh they were good times.

You'll have to write all about it and include plenty of pictures. I've tried to upload many pictures and I can't. Something is wrong with my settings. I've talked to so many tech people and they all tell me it's my virus protection system. They've talked me through so many steps and had me change so many things in my system that we can't get some simple things to work now that we could before. Fun fun fun.

Change of subject. We got papers from Sally Galer to either continue the Administration or close the Estate. We( Jodi and I) met with her and she asked if we had dealt with all the insurance companies and all the other stuff. Then she asked what we were planning to do with the house. How we wanted toe deed worded and that type of stuff. We told her that we planned on selling the house when everything is finished and we finish getting everything cleaned out. She suggested that we talk to a tax preparer(my appointment is next week) to see if we would benefit tax wise, from the estate selling the property or if it would be better for us to sell as joint owners. We had her file the papers to continue the administration since it was due to expire on Feb 2nd I think and when we find out how it would be better for us then we can make that decision then but at least we'll have the paper to back us up if needed.

Then 2 days later we get home and there's a message from Sally on my answering machine, wondering if we still had our receipt from paying her. She had to fire her wonderful(cough unprofessional sloppy bitch cough) secretary and couldn't find paper work, files and receipts for several clients. I wonder how many people paid some of their fees in cash and she walked away with. I dug out our paper work and Raymond took it in to her the next day. She made more copies and apologized for the problem and for her secretary. Raymond told her he was glad she fired her. That none of us liked her and that she didn't act or dress in an appropriate way to represent a legal office. I don't think she said much but he enjoyed telling her.

Ok, not much more to tell on this end. Remember to post pictures of your new babies. Talk to you soon. LOVE YOU!!!!!

Only ME!

2006-01-29T00:53:00.000-05:00

Who else on the planet do you know that would end up rescuing a near-starved but PREGNANT dog?!

That's right. Oh, we thought it was soooo cute that Christmas was getting this most adorable little belly on her. That happens when they're PREGNANT!!

And here's the really stupid stupidty (don't laugh at me) on my part: there were signs. Oh, yes. And not only were they there, but I NOTICED them. For instance: what kind of dog gains this most adorable little round belly underneath while her ribs, backbone, and hip bones remain sticking out? Jeremy's response--I don't know, dear. And what kind of dog gains weight only in her little boobies? Jeremy's response--I don't care, dear. And what kind of dog remains as active as ever and yet suddenly catches her oh-so-adorable getting-larger-by-the-day belly on the bed and then falls to the ground as Jeremy laughs? Jeremy's response--A fat one, dear.

EEEEEEHHHHHHHHH. Wrong answer, but thanks for playing! The correct answer would, indeed, be the pregnant kind of dog.

Has her behavior changed, you ask? From what?! Since she was obviously pregnant when I got her, NO, her behavior hasn't changed from that of a PREGNANT DOG!! But thanks for your concern. Any other questions?!

So, anywhere from, oh...NOW until about ten days from now, we will have an as yet unknown number of little bitty Christmas pups in the house. I will most likely take them to the pet store and give them up for sale. Not sure if I will wait until they are weaned or do it earlier. I'll let you know after we see how much the little things whine and keep me up at night.

I think she's going to have them...NOW. I mean, now that I'm finally out of denial about her belly and all, I realize the signs of a doggy who wants the babies out of her belly. She's restlesss--normally a sign that it's coming soon. So I made her a baby box and showed it to her and put it in her favorite place under the dining table.

So, for your entertainment, here are the events of the last hour during which it was determined that she is, in fact, pregnant.

(Scene: Jeremy curled up on the couch, Christmas and I curled up on my little pallette on the floor.)
Jeremy: look how fat she's getting!
Me: stop it. that's not nice.
J: well, she is.
M: I still think it's strange that her bones are still sticking out. What's up with that?
J: Whatever, dear. She's fat.
M: (as Christmas rolls over for me to rub her belly) it feels weird
J: Um hmm
M: Jeremy, I think she's pregnant.
J: sure, dear
M: really. I think I feel a baby in here
J: that's probably her kidney or liver or something
M: yeah?! would I be able to GRAB her kidney or liver and move it around?!
J: you would if you were ripping her organs out of place
M: funny, but I'm not kidding. there's babies in her belly.
J: (no response)
M: Jeremy! there are babies in Christmas's belly. right here. I feel them, and they're MOVING.
J:(gives me "the look")
M: (grabbing his hand and putting it on C's belly) see?? feel that?? those are babies.
J: good going, dear.

So now, we wait.

Only me. I'm telling you.

Water!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-01-27T18:01:00.000-05:00

Yes, as you can tell from the title, I have water. It's great to be able to walk to your sink and turn on the faucet and have wonderful water come out. When I got home yesterday they were pulling out of the driveway with one of the three rigs they had parked in my yard. I was so happy that I did a little dance when I got out of my van. We have the greatest water pressure now. Our house and the cabin had every faucet on and we never lost any pressure when we flushed the toilet. I can now do laundry, run dishwasher and shower at the same time. You remember how ssssslllllllooooowwwww the water came out of the back bathroom shower? Now you can aim the shower head up and hit the back wall. It feels like you get beat to death, it's great!

Now to you, are you feeling any better? I take it that Nyquil didn't help squat when this hit you. I don't like knowing you're not feeling well. I wish I could wave my magic wand and *POOF* all better. Wouldn't that be something? Just like Wanda and Cosmo.

Another week at school over. Getting in the grove of things. I can now give you a: manicure, pedicure, scalp treatment, facial, shampoo, roller set, thermal curl, many forms of a perm, braid your hair in 2 3 4 and 5 strainds, wax your eyebrows and upper lip, tint your eyebrows and lashes, give you fake lash tips, paraffin dip on hands or feet, up-dos and blow dry your hair with direction. That's all I can think of now. Cutting class is on Tuesdays, I can give you a 0% scissors or razor cut. Doesn't that sound like fun? Come on home and be my guinea pig. What? You don't want me to experiment on you? CHICKEN!

Chicken sounds good, but Raymond put fish in the oven so I guess I'll have to call you a fishen then. What, no sense of humor tonight? PSHTT! Fine then. I'll just have to inflict my husband with my quick wit tonight. The kids just roll their eyes at me. Just like you're doing now! HA! got you doing it didn't I? If not, just amuse me and say yes.

Ok, I've annoyed you enough for now. Time to pick on someone in the same house as me. Drink your juice, take your vitamin and give yourself big hugs from me. I love you.

Closer

2006-01-25T20:01:00.000-05:00

WATER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!almost.

The new guy showed up at 8:30 A.M. it is now 8:00 P.M.. He had to drill deeper then he thought he would have to. 168 feet!. The jerk told us we were fine at our 70 foot level, after I found out he tried to install and broke a USED part in my well.

ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The new well is all drilled, lots of beautiful water was flowing out of the pipe onto the ground. He will be here in the morning to dig the trench over to the pit to connect the holding tank and we're in business! The only bad news is the price. But can you really put a price on having running water in your house? I think not!

School is going pretty good. I like most of the teachers and a few of my classmates. Of course there is going to be a few that I don't like but that is too be expected. I think I'm doing well(no pun intended). By this Friday I'll already have 127 hours loged. Have most of my basics learned on my Juniors card, then I do the same things many times over on my intermediate card. I passed all the tests, YAY, when A LOT of the other people didn't. Kudos to me.

I hope you kick that mean old flu out of your body, but keep in mind I DON'T WANT IT!!!!!!!
Tell your doctors they don't get sick because they have so much alchol in their system, no germ stands a chance. Get well soon, Talk to you soon

Love you

I'd lend you some happiness if I had any!

2006-01-25T01:32:00.000-05:00

So...yeah. It sucks. What sucks? you ask. YEAH! As in, everything.

Okay...not really. I just hate the flu. And it won't go away. And I want to take a break from work but my students are all like, are you quitting?!?!? And I'm like, NO. And they're like, why do you need a break? And I'm like, I'M SICK. And they're like, well, we're doctors; we can make you better. And I'm like, NO. And they're like, why not? And I'm like, WTF?! DO I ASK YOU WHY YOU GET DRUNK EVERY NIGHT AND THEN CALL IN TO RESCHEDULE OUR LESSONS AND F UP MY SCHEDULE??? HUH? DO I?

Every day, I become more and more convinced that the only difference between men and children is that it's legal to have sex with one of the two.

ANYWAY,
how's the well going? I'm sorry yours went kaput. BUT, can you, like, sue the first idiot who broke it? Or broke it more...whatever.

How is school going, anyway? Liking it? Not liking it? Liking any of your classmates? Hating them all?

I have more to say...I really do...kind of. But you-know-who just called and needs me to go run an errand for him. I'll have to finish this later.

Love you!

I'm not happy

2006-01-24T19:38:00.000-05:00

Guess what? I still have no water! I AM NOT HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!

The well guy is a jerk and I want to throw him down my pit and bury him alive. When he left Sunday he said he would get the new parts and be back Monday morning. Ok great, see you then. He showes up at about 10:30, without the parts, and does who knows what for a few hours. At 12:30 he leaves for lunch, keep in mind he lives 10 minutes away, and doesn't get back here untill 3:00. Good lunch. He spends then next hour BANGING on the drop pipe and crackes a piece in it. 4:00, well that was enough for the day and LEAVES!!!!!!!!!! Claiming that he was going to be back in the morning with the parts, again. Suprise, suprise, suprise, he didn't even show up today. Raymond talked to his daughter at 11:00 this morning and she said "we're on our way over" HA HA HA. Joke on us.

Raymond got home, not in a good mood, and calles ANOTHER well guy. He was here in 30 minutes. Guess what? Jerk well guy busted our good well with his BANGING!!!!!!! New well guy will be here in the morning to drill new well, in ONE DAY! Bye bye avaliable credit on cards.

When I got home from school, jerk well guy called, said he was comming over and Ray said not to bother, he was fired! Then he tried to say he's been driving all over to find the parts, but the plumbing store in Mio has them. We told him to come and get his truck because a new guy was taking over. He got mad and asked how someoneelse could take over if his truck was in the way, them Ray told him that since he broke the well, we had to have a new well drilled, and NO, he wasn't getting the money to do it. He didn't want to get his truck out of our yard, said it was too late. So Ray told him he would have to wait for a few days so he wouldn't be in the way of the new guy. He wasn't happy, good, join the crowd!

It's getting time for bed now, but wanted to fill you in. Hope my next post will have good news in it.

LOVE YOU! Talk to you soon.

My Sunday afternoon

2006-01-22T15:24:00.000-05:00

Well, remember when I said many times before that we were having problems with the well. It finally got bad enough that we called a well guy to come over and see what we needed to do about it. He gave us the good or bad news question. Good: we don't have to replace the well, it is still producing plenty of water and everything is fine with that part. Bad: the filter, water jets and check valve need to be replaced. Remember that the well was drilled in 1978 and hasn't been worked on since 1986. I guess we've been lucky with it so far. The well guy got here at12:00, it is 3:30 now and he tells us we SHOULD have water by tomorrow night. Fun!, another day going to school without showering in the morning. And before you ask, or think we're getting stinky, we're going to Mom's to shower and all the good stuff.

Sorry it took me awhile to do this,I know I yelled at you, but I really WAS busy, ok and lazy. It's taking awhile to get used to being busy everyday. I still have to study for my test tomorrow morning. But hay, I'm here finally. I'll try this again very soon. I promise, LOVE YOU!!

good morning

2006-01-04T18:44:00.000-05:00

good morning, kiddo. you haven't responded to my invitation to join this gig yet. hurry up!!

okay. first things first: before you go ripping on my goofy grin from yesterday too badly, go take a look in the mirror--you've got the same one right smack in the middle of your face.

now on to new business.

I found something to make you laugh. but first a warning: do not read this while imbibing of any type of liquid! doing so may cause your drink to come out your nose. you've been warned.

Have you ever asked your child a question too manytimes? My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training and I was on him constantly.One day we stopped at TacoBell for a quick lunch in between errands. It was very busy,with a full dining room. While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course I checked my seven-month-old aughter,and she was clean. Then I realized that Danny had not asked to go potty in a while, so I asked him if he needed to go, and he said "No". I kept thinking, "Oh Lord, that child has had an accident, and I don't have any clothes with me." Then I said,"Danny, are you SURE you didn't have an accident?" "No," he replied. I just KNEW that he must have had an accident, because the smell was getting worse. Soooooo, I asked one more time,"Danny, did you have an accident?" This time he jumped up,yanked down
his pants, bent over and spread his cheeks and yelled, "SEE MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!!" While 30 people nearly choked to death ontheir tacos laughing, he calmly pulled up his pants and sat down. An old couple made me feel better by thanking me for the best laugh they'd ever had!

love you!

Ready, set, GO!

2006-01-04T00:03:00.000-05:00

All right, kiddo. Let's give this a try. With you starting school and me working and being lazy...oh, yeah--and the difference in time zones, it seems that I don't always get to talk to you when I want...which is, like, always. And don't ask me why, but email is a pain in the butt to me.

So me, being the total genius that I am, thought, hey--she likes to read other people's blogs, the lazy bum. Let's see if we can't get her to do a little work and write one with me. (Especially since the one totally dedicated to her admiration of my greatness doesn't seem to be forthcoming any time soon!!)

ANYWAY, I was just thinking that this way, I can babble and yack and chat and blurb and yammer away ANY TIME I WANT without actually annoying you at inconvenient times. Of course, I expect you to do the same.

Not entirely sure how the whole thing works. I sent you an invitation via Blogger to become a member. I'm thinking/hoping that once you accept (and you'd BETTER accept), instructions should follow. You should just be able to log in under your ID and post whenever you want. (Read: all the time.)

After all, how could you say no to this goofy grin?!?!