Well, for right now, anyway, my left boob is fine, but I go in February to get an updated mammogram and possibly ultrasound. And then get the regular full set in August. Whew!
I'm pretty good at freaking out and I did for a good while. But then I declared myself fine, and I was.
Well physically anyway. Mentally....I'm not so sure. I'm not sure I should be worried about depression yet, but I've been sad a good long while. I just don't know if I should be worried about it yet. Because I'm not. Really. But I DO feel bad. My husband is turning into a right-wing wack-a-doo. I keep feeling that I would do better alone. But I'm already alone, and I can't stand it. I lost my $7.00 silver intertwining heart wedding ring, purchased a month or two after we got married from Randy's longtime friend Ron Couch, who told us he was moving to Arizona. I don't know when I lost it. I noticed it was lost Thursday, while I was working in the Garden Center. sigh. They, jokingly, said that meant my marriage was over. again, sigh. It just seemed like another one of those things. I'm happy to have a job, but I don't seem to be getting anywhere. I ought to have a second job. Yes, that would send me completely around the bend. But that doesn't matter, we could use the extra money. It would be nice to have somebody to dump on. But I hate to do that! Deep inside me I have that happy, perky optimist that wants to see everybody happy. Everybody but myself, I guess. I just wish I mattered. Me being a part of the background is some, but not all, of my own doing. I'm not good at confrontation. Hm. Here I am ranting, yet saying nothing. I feel slightly better.
Monday, September 07, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Shadow
I finally had my first mammogram on Monday. And it is just as uncomfortable as I've heard. I had it done at the women's center place behind the Heart Hospital at Mercy. They were very nice, very professional. The fact is, though, you get your boobs squished down so they can take (granted, digital) xrays. Can guys have their testicles xrayed the same way? Please?!
Tuesday afternoon, they called me.
The radiologist (or whatever the doctor who officially looks at them) saw "a shadow" on my left breast. I have to have more pictures taken and an ultrasound done. They offered the next day, Wednesday, but I decided to wait until my next day off, next Tuesday afternoon. I spent a good day or two freaking out. Then I decided that worrying was not really helpful. I still hear that term "shadow" echoing around my brain. I've also decided that it's nothing, but on the off chance it's not nothing, I think I can handle it. Whatever it is. But it's nothing. Really.
Oh, and while I was leaving I caught a glimpse of my right boob's xray. It may be old and kinda saggy, but it's still nice.
Tuesday afternoon, they called me.
The radiologist (or whatever the doctor who officially looks at them) saw "a shadow" on my left breast. I have to have more pictures taken and an ultrasound done. They offered the next day, Wednesday, but I decided to wait until my next day off, next Tuesday afternoon. I spent a good day or two freaking out. Then I decided that worrying was not really helpful. I still hear that term "shadow" echoing around my brain. I've also decided that it's nothing, but on the off chance it's not nothing, I think I can handle it. Whatever it is. But it's nothing. Really.
Oh, and while I was leaving I caught a glimpse of my right boob's xray. It may be old and kinda saggy, but it's still nice.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Life...Bites
I know It's been a while but, hell, noone reads this anyway. I have heartburn, have been sad for while, and the hot flashes are coming, well, hot and heavy. My son is unhappy in the Navy. My husband and I are 180 degrees from each other politically, and that's driving me nuts. You know I can pretty much get along with everybody. I just don't let anybody know if I disagree with them. I mean, if we're having a nice conversation, what's the point of boogering that up? Isn't that what's great about America? That we're so blessedly different? We're not the Borg. But if I disagree, do you have to rub my nose in it? Geez, give me a break. It's why I haven't scheduled a vacation yet. My days off are bad enough.
I'm living paycheck to paycheck. But I still blow too much money. I hate to cook. I like to keep the Hubby happy, so if he asks for something, I generally buy it. The last being an electric bass guitar so he can keep his fingers, well, fingering. So far, I can't really tell how he's doing. It's a bass. It goes thump. He tries to keep tempo, but that's hard when you're first learning.
I'd like to go to college, but I don't really see that happening, moneywise and smartswise.
I'd like to travel, but I don't have the money, and I'd worry about the Hubby and the Children (dogs and cat variety).
I hate feeling so alone, isolated in Guthrie.
I know if I Do do things, I'd need to do them alone. That in itself doesn't bother me, what other people think of me just doesn't matter - it's how I feel myself that bothers me.
I'd still like to be on "The View". I'd still like to have my dream house. But I don't see either happening.
I'd like to be making more money. But I don't see that happening either. My life is as it is as it will be. Home. work. Home. repeat.
I'm living paycheck to paycheck. But I still blow too much money. I hate to cook. I like to keep the Hubby happy, so if he asks for something, I generally buy it. The last being an electric bass guitar so he can keep his fingers, well, fingering. So far, I can't really tell how he's doing. It's a bass. It goes thump. He tries to keep tempo, but that's hard when you're first learning.
I'd like to go to college, but I don't really see that happening, moneywise and smartswise.
I'd like to travel, but I don't have the money, and I'd worry about the Hubby and the Children (dogs and cat variety).
I hate feeling so alone, isolated in Guthrie.
I know if I Do do things, I'd need to do them alone. That in itself doesn't bother me, what other people think of me just doesn't matter - it's how I feel myself that bothers me.
I'd still like to be on "The View". I'd still like to have my dream house. But I don't see either happening.
I'd like to be making more money. But I don't see that happening either. My life is as it is as it will be. Home. work. Home. repeat.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Yet Another Life Lesson and Star Struck
First the life lesson - Don't stab yourself with a knife. If you want to separate frozen hot links with a paring knife, don't hold them in your non-dominant hand while you stab at them with your dominant hand (holding the paring knife). Don't! Put them down. Put. Them. Down. Now. Have a frozen pizza or something that doesn't involve a paring knife. Lesson done.
Now for the exciting news! They are filming "The Killer Inside Me" here in little, old Guthrie, Oklahoma! Have heard through the grapevine (i.e. my Mother-in-Law who works at my bank in downtown Guthrie) that movie people are staying at the Stone Lion Inn, a bed and breakfast on the west side of Guthrie, near the filming site. Of course have seen hide nor hair of anybody. I remember when they were filming "Twister" here (OMG! ages and ages ago!), I saw their caterer buying food at the Homeland grocery store, God! how snotty was he?! Seeing as how my life generally goes from home to Stillwater and back, the only time I'll see the stars, will be in the movie itself. sigh.
Oh and finished a book called "The Court of the Air" by Stephen Hunt. Very Good.
Now for the exciting news! They are filming "The Killer Inside Me" here in little, old Guthrie, Oklahoma! Have heard through the grapevine (i.e. my Mother-in-Law who works at my bank in downtown Guthrie) that movie people are staying at the Stone Lion Inn, a bed and breakfast on the west side of Guthrie, near the filming site. Of course have seen hide nor hair of anybody. I remember when they were filming "Twister" here (OMG! ages and ages ago!), I saw their caterer buying food at the Homeland grocery store, God! how snotty was he?! Seeing as how my life generally goes from home to Stillwater and back, the only time I'll see the stars, will be in the movie itself. sigh.
Oh and finished a book called "The Court of the Air" by Stephen Hunt. Very Good.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Mother's Day Bites
I see all these ads and flowers, plants, cakes, jewelry, etc., and I just want to cry. Nothing like that is going to happen to me. My son is in Japan, or else somewhere on his ship. But even if he was here, he doesn't remember my birthday and it's two days before his! He is a good kid, but he is a guy. Hopefully, at some point in his life he'll get involved, if not married, and the significant other will remember all those dates. So I'll get something for my mother-in-law. I've got some ideas. I know I'm just being a whiney baby. It would just be nice to be remembered.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Not So Cool
So, I've now joined Facebook and Twitter, besides MySpace. And yet, I'm just not, well, together enough for any of it. You know, hence the name, Ms. Not Together. And I don't get nearly enough online time. That was the one great thing about the Cendant Years, the constant internet time. Of course, that was also why I was fired. Not that it had anything to do with job performance. My job performance sucked because the job itself had sucked my very soul very nearly away. Anyway, I like Myspace because I can blog on it. Facebook and Twitter I haven't really got the point of yet.
Anyhoo, the Hubby, got sick over the weekend. Hacking and coughing and hocking up disguting lugies. He tells me he's spitting up blood (ew), but no, he doesn't need to see a doctor. Now it's Wednesday morning and he says, I need to go to the doctor. His doctor was full but he got in pretty quick to a collegue. Kinda freaked her out when he told her he wants to die. Anyway, yeah, it's pneumonia. And he was just a hair's breadth away from the hospital. Well, he's still kind of a hair's breadth away. To me he seems better that yesterday. So maybe the highpowered antibiotics will knock it out.
I TurboTaxed my taxes last week. OUCH! I do pay for last year's bounty. I did save some money expressly for paying my due, it just turns out I didn't save quite enough. However, if I use some of the Honda hail damage money, we'll be ok. Of course that means we'd have to put off repairing the Honda hail damage, which we technically don't have the money for anyway, since we have a $1,000 deductible. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. I have lots and no money. Oh well, que sera, sera.
Anyhoo, the Hubby, got sick over the weekend. Hacking and coughing and hocking up disguting lugies. He tells me he's spitting up blood (ew), but no, he doesn't need to see a doctor. Now it's Wednesday morning and he says, I need to go to the doctor. His doctor was full but he got in pretty quick to a collegue. Kinda freaked her out when he told her he wants to die. Anyway, yeah, it's pneumonia. And he was just a hair's breadth away from the hospital. Well, he's still kind of a hair's breadth away. To me he seems better that yesterday. So maybe the highpowered antibiotics will knock it out.
I TurboTaxed my taxes last week. OUCH! I do pay for last year's bounty. I did save some money expressly for paying my due, it just turns out I didn't save quite enough. However, if I use some of the Honda hail damage money, we'll be ok. Of course that means we'd have to put off repairing the Honda hail damage, which we technically don't have the money for anyway, since we have a $1,000 deductible. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. I have lots and no money. Oh well, que sera, sera.
Monday, March 02, 2009
What the Hell....
Just what the hell am I supposed to do?! Grovel at the Hubby's feet, looking up adoringly, vapid smile on my face, breathlessly waiting for his next order?! Am I not supposed to have a mind of my own?! I am NOT a STEPFORD WIFE (creepy original movie, not stupid remake)! Can't I be my own person, and be loved as such? Damn.
Well, I got that off my chest. I wish... no forget that. Wishing's useless, you know it's not going to happen. I'd just like to get out of the house, do something other than go to work (not to knock it, so far it's life saver - even though I'm just a cashier at Wally World). I feel soooo alone.
Well, I got that off my chest. I wish... no forget that. Wishing's useless, you know it's not going to happen. I'd just like to get out of the house, do something other than go to work (not to knock it, so far it's life saver - even though I'm just a cashier at Wally World). I feel soooo alone.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Life Lessons
It's amazing that there should be life lessons such as the following, because you'd think it would be common sense.
WHEN YOU'RE ON A SMALL ONE-LANE HIGHWAY (SUCH AS HWY 33 IN PAYNE COUNTY), DON'T
1. PASS A BUS
2. PASS IN A NO PASSING ZONE.
Yesterday, Friday, Feb 13th, at about 7am, The Meridian Technology bus was headed toward Agra to pick up a student (or students), a person, no a MORON, attempted to pass in a NO PASSING ZONE, he was not wearing a seat belt. He hit another person head on, who was also not wearing a seat belt. Both were killed, the bus driver injured, but not very much, I think. It's tragic. Nobody had to die. It was just common sense.
In other news, no life lessons involved, severe weather on Tuesday, Feb. 10. Tornados touched down in Northwest OKC and in Edmond, and later in Lone Grove (8 or so people dead). We had hail after hail after hail, and on and on, like, two inches of hail, sometimes up to, well I saw golf ball size, it was said to be up to tennis ball sized. Which is possible, there are two good sized holes in the skylight in the bathroom (luckily the skylight is double layered, and the inside layer is fine). My car, yes, was hammered unfortunately so was the Honda. Yes, the Honda. When it first (of many) started to hail, Randy cried out to God to stop it. He cried out that he couldn't have anything nice. Now we're crying out to GEICO. I guess I need to contact the home insurance for the skylight, I guess. I'm kinda clueless on that one. No life lessons. A garage would have been nice. A carport, even.
Other than that, nothing much going on. Home, work, work, home. I haven't had many hot flashes lately. Period's come back gangbusters, not unlike the periods of my twenties. Well, minus the premenstual zit. OMG, can I stop gushing blood?! I'm not having babies, hellfire I'm not really having sex (except with myself) anymore, too much pain, too many pills on the Hubby's part. That's ok.
I've been kind of sad lately, possibly related to the perimenopausal crap. Not my usual percentages: 40% happy, 40% neither happy nor sad, 20% sad. More sad, less happy. Being 49 is kind of sinking in. I had always thought I was meant for something. I know that's not true. My life is what it is. I wanted to travel, but I can't do that. I'm not really going to be on The View. My, now moonscaped, pitiful Kia has to, pretty much, last forever. I can't count on any more money coming my way. I'm in a hole and I don't see a way out
WHEN YOU'RE ON A SMALL ONE-LANE HIGHWAY (SUCH AS HWY 33 IN PAYNE COUNTY), DON'T
1. PASS A BUS
2. PASS IN A NO PASSING ZONE.
Yesterday, Friday, Feb 13th, at about 7am, The Meridian Technology bus was headed toward Agra to pick up a student (or students), a person, no a MORON, attempted to pass in a NO PASSING ZONE, he was not wearing a seat belt. He hit another person head on, who was also not wearing a seat belt. Both were killed, the bus driver injured, but not very much, I think. It's tragic. Nobody had to die. It was just common sense.
In other news, no life lessons involved, severe weather on Tuesday, Feb. 10. Tornados touched down in Northwest OKC and in Edmond, and later in Lone Grove (8 or so people dead). We had hail after hail after hail, and on and on, like, two inches of hail, sometimes up to, well I saw golf ball size, it was said to be up to tennis ball sized. Which is possible, there are two good sized holes in the skylight in the bathroom (luckily the skylight is double layered, and the inside layer is fine). My car, yes, was hammered unfortunately so was the Honda. Yes, the Honda. When it first (of many) started to hail, Randy cried out to God to stop it. He cried out that he couldn't have anything nice. Now we're crying out to GEICO. I guess I need to contact the home insurance for the skylight, I guess. I'm kinda clueless on that one. No life lessons. A garage would have been nice. A carport, even.
Other than that, nothing much going on. Home, work, work, home. I haven't had many hot flashes lately. Period's come back gangbusters, not unlike the periods of my twenties. Well, minus the premenstual zit. OMG, can I stop gushing blood?! I'm not having babies, hellfire I'm not really having sex (except with myself) anymore, too much pain, too many pills on the Hubby's part. That's ok.
I've been kind of sad lately, possibly related to the perimenopausal crap. Not my usual percentages: 40% happy, 40% neither happy nor sad, 20% sad. More sad, less happy. Being 49 is kind of sinking in. I had always thought I was meant for something. I know that's not true. My life is what it is. I wanted to travel, but I can't do that. I'm not really going to be on The View. My, now moonscaped, pitiful Kia has to, pretty much, last forever. I can't count on any more money coming my way. I'm in a hole and I don't see a way out
Sunday, December 21, 2008
I Broke My Car
....I think.
Yesterday morning while on my way to work, my car starting making a screaming-ish, grinding-ish noise. I did what I usually do regarding upsetting car noise - I turned up the radio and tried to ignore it. Well, that worked on the way to work (from Guthrie to Stillwater). On the way home, however, that strategy just didn't work. I got gas at the station on highways 177 & 33, then turned onto 33 toward Guthrie. I had got up to about 60 mph, still with the screaming-ish, grinding-ish noise...and the car just stopped. cold. I pulled over, tried to restart the car with no success, cried, called the Hubby (who said he would call my stepson, jason to come with the trailer to get me and my car), cried, knitted until my hands got too cold, cried some more, started the car (but still with the screaming-ish, grinding-ish noise), decided the noise was bad and turned it off, got a call from the Hubby that stepson, Jason, and his friend, Tommy, were on their way, and an hour later the car was on the trailer and I was in the backseat of Tommy's truck. Then a little bit down the road, one of the trailer tires peels off. Since it has, like, two axles, the Hubby said to just keep driving, just a little slower. And now it's still on the trailer at my Mother-in-Law's pasture. sigh.
I hate car noise. I hate car trouble in the middle of nowhere. At least this time I had a cell phone.
Yesterday morning while on my way to work, my car starting making a screaming-ish, grinding-ish noise. I did what I usually do regarding upsetting car noise - I turned up the radio and tried to ignore it. Well, that worked on the way to work (from Guthrie to Stillwater). On the way home, however, that strategy just didn't work. I got gas at the station on highways 177 & 33, then turned onto 33 toward Guthrie. I had got up to about 60 mph, still with the screaming-ish, grinding-ish noise...and the car just stopped. cold. I pulled over, tried to restart the car with no success, cried, called the Hubby (who said he would call my stepson, jason to come with the trailer to get me and my car), cried, knitted until my hands got too cold, cried some more, started the car (but still with the screaming-ish, grinding-ish noise), decided the noise was bad and turned it off, got a call from the Hubby that stepson, Jason, and his friend, Tommy, were on their way, and an hour later the car was on the trailer and I was in the backseat of Tommy's truck. Then a little bit down the road, one of the trailer tires peels off. Since it has, like, two axles, the Hubby said to just keep driving, just a little slower. And now it's still on the trailer at my Mother-in-Law's pasture. sigh.
I hate car noise. I hate car trouble in the middle of nowhere. At least this time I had a cell phone.
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Wow, has it been two months since the last post?!
Sad thing is nothing much has happened. And while most of the nation has decided to walk boldly into the future with Barack Obama, Oklahoma decided to regress further back into the stone age. Hopefully, but not realistically, they'll screw us up so bad, we'll vote them out in the next election. Sigh. And I'll tell ya, anyone who voted against President-elect Obama here or anywhere McCain won, IMHO, it was because he's (OMG! Really?!) black. I swear you'd think he was satan's spawn himself. I just get tired of it. you'll see. One of the greats. You'll see.
Other than the thankfully over election, not much has happened with me. Still cashiering at Wally World. I did work the Blitz (Black Friday in WM-speak). It's just a thing to see. Lot's of tv's. Lot's of cheap DVD's. I did manage to score the $20 500-thread count sheets. I almost bought a $17 16 qt slow cooker, but I realized I don't cook. And since I had already planned out the presents I was going to give, I just got to sit back and watch the fun. Nobody trampled in Stillwater. No fights that I know of. And then, as quickly as it started, it was over.
Me and the Hubby recently learned two things: that we had more money in savings than we thought we did and the chair lift for the van was cheaper than we had been told. It means I'll have to dip into the tax savings, but if it means the Hubby gets out and about more, it's worth it.
My son's in Japan, or wherever the USS George Washington happens to be. My sister bought his VW, we're waiting for the title to be mailed. So he's getting an apartment there, on-base, off-base, who knows? I just hope I get Japanese stuff. way cool.
I've been slightly sad lately. It may be hormonal (or lack thereof). I kinda figured my happiness scale at 40% happy, 40% neither happy nor sad, 20% sad. I figure those are pretty good numbers. I can live with them.
Sad thing is nothing much has happened. And while most of the nation has decided to walk boldly into the future with Barack Obama, Oklahoma decided to regress further back into the stone age. Hopefully, but not realistically, they'll screw us up so bad, we'll vote them out in the next election. Sigh. And I'll tell ya, anyone who voted against President-elect Obama here or anywhere McCain won, IMHO, it was because he's (OMG! Really?!) black. I swear you'd think he was satan's spawn himself. I just get tired of it. you'll see. One of the greats. You'll see.
Other than the thankfully over election, not much has happened with me. Still cashiering at Wally World. I did work the Blitz (Black Friday in WM-speak). It's just a thing to see. Lot's of tv's. Lot's of cheap DVD's. I did manage to score the $20 500-thread count sheets. I almost bought a $17 16 qt slow cooker, but I realized I don't cook. And since I had already planned out the presents I was going to give, I just got to sit back and watch the fun. Nobody trampled in Stillwater. No fights that I know of. And then, as quickly as it started, it was over.
Me and the Hubby recently learned two things: that we had more money in savings than we thought we did and the chair lift for the van was cheaper than we had been told. It means I'll have to dip into the tax savings, but if it means the Hubby gets out and about more, it's worth it.
My son's in Japan, or wherever the USS George Washington happens to be. My sister bought his VW, we're waiting for the title to be mailed. So he's getting an apartment there, on-base, off-base, who knows? I just hope I get Japanese stuff. way cool.
I've been slightly sad lately. It may be hormonal (or lack thereof). I kinda figured my happiness scale at 40% happy, 40% neither happy nor sad, 20% sad. I figure those are pretty good numbers. I can live with them.
Thursday, October 09, 2008
I'm Not That Strong
It turns out, I'm a big wiennie! I'll be 49 on Monday, (and, yes, the federal government has graciously made is a holiday, since I'm so modest, they call it Columbus day) Yay!! I get to hang onto my forties for one more year. And I'd say I don't feel old, but that's not quite true. In my mind, I'm the same dumb kid I always was. My body, however, is singing a different tune. Losing weight is more difficult (of course that assumes effort). Joints are achey at times. Periods are hit and miss (I think I had one in July), and no, I don't miss them. Hot flashes and night sweats are new. And Oh My God, OMG, OMG! are they annoying! And I've been mildly depressed lately, without a real reason for sadness. My mother had had a hysterectomy after I was born, but she always said they left in her ovaries. So, even though she wouldn't have a a meno to pause, she should have had the other symptoms. Theoretically. I wished I had paid attention. I brought this on myself, you know. I asked for my period to stop. Well, it's time to pay the piper. I really don't have anybody to discuss this with. My (older) sister had a hysterectomy in her mid-thirties, she had an ovary removed earlier because of a cyst, so at that time had one. Well, it had a big cyst on it, too, so there it went. She's been on hormone replacement ever since. So she doesn't know. And I don't really want to blab on and on about this, because I don't really want to annoy people. It's sooo...whiney. But there you go.
My son is now in the far east, right now his ship is creeping out North Korea by being in South Korea. It's actual base is Yokosuka, Japan. And yes, empty nest syndrome is another thing I'm not dealing well with.
sigh.
My son is now in the far east, right now his ship is creeping out North Korea by being in South Korea. It's actual base is Yokosuka, Japan. And yes, empty nest syndrome is another thing I'm not dealing well with.
sigh.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Calling a Hoover a Hoover
Can the roaring twenties come to an end without crashing? And can we actually put the blame where it belongs: on the republican party? Anybody remember the eighties? Anybody... Anybody? Remember how deregulation was supposed to be good for us? Remember how they crowed how executives were worth their obscene pay? Are chickens going to come home to roost at last?
Vote democrat. As Roosevelt saved the nation, so will Obama.
Oh, and can we Please kick out that ignart Inhofe?!
Vote democrat. As Roosevelt saved the nation, so will Obama.
Oh, and can we Please kick out that ignart Inhofe?!
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Do Ya Think I'm Stupid?
Ok, don't answer that.
But still, Sarah Palin? OMG! I mean, really, OH MY GOD!! Did he...just pick a woman for the sake of a woman (under the misguided attempt at Hillary supporters)? Did he sincerely go after the fruit-loopiest fundie woman (who just happens to be hot)? Or was hotness up first? And I would like to know why she would fly for nine hours, having minor contractions, leaking amniotic fluid, from Dallas Tx, back to Podunk Ak? In fact, knowing her baby had health issues, why would she fly in her 8th month AT ALL. That's Pro-Life?! Somebody tell me. And the pregnant teen thing is just not an issue for me. My Grandma Ben was 15 when my mom was born. My sister was a pregnant 17 year old (was as big as a barn when she graduated). I don't know really what happened to Grandma Ben, I've heard rape. My sister was screwing around with her (then) boyfriend - who I thought was so cute. That's what kids do. They get horny, they screw around. Can we NOT just give them a TAD of REAL information. Isn't the saying, "Forwarned is Forarmed"? Shouldn't kids be "forwarned"?
But still, Sarah Palin? OMG! I mean, really, OH MY GOD!! Did he...just pick a woman for the sake of a woman (under the misguided attempt at Hillary supporters)? Did he sincerely go after the fruit-loopiest fundie woman (who just happens to be hot)? Or was hotness up first? And I would like to know why she would fly for nine hours, having minor contractions, leaking amniotic fluid, from Dallas Tx, back to Podunk Ak? In fact, knowing her baby had health issues, why would she fly in her 8th month AT ALL. That's Pro-Life?! Somebody tell me. And the pregnant teen thing is just not an issue for me. My Grandma Ben was 15 when my mom was born. My sister was a pregnant 17 year old (was as big as a barn when she graduated). I don't know really what happened to Grandma Ben, I've heard rape. My sister was screwing around with her (then) boyfriend - who I thought was so cute. That's what kids do. They get horny, they screw around. Can we NOT just give them a TAD of REAL information. Isn't the saying, "Forwarned is Forarmed"? Shouldn't kids be "forwarned"?
Saturday, August 23, 2008
First it was this:
By Steve Liewer
UNION-TRIBUNE STAFF WRITER
8:51 p.m. June 6, 2008
CORONADO – A stubborn fire May 22 aboard the aircraft carrier George Washington damaged 80 of the ship's 3,800 rooms, according to a preliminary assessment released Friday by the Navy.
The blaze also caused minor injuries to 24 sailors.
Now:
4:45 a.m. August 21, 2008
SAN DIEGO – The nuclear-powered aircraft carrier USS George Washington, which has been docked in San Diego for several months while undergoing repairs stemming from a fire, departed Thursday for Japan, Navy officials said.
There goes my son. I sent off his passport (which came to my house) to his ship's address. It was nice to be able to talk to him every now and again. It's exciting, yet there he goes, my adult son. sigh. Oh, well. I do have dogs and cats.
My life is the same: work home, home work. The only really new thing is now my car's air conditioner doesn't work. YAY!! 40-ish minute drive in blistering heat. And no money. I did finish a sock yesterday, only to find I made the foot portion too short. It technically fits my foot, but tight. The next sock will be better. I have also fininshed my first crocheted project, an afghan. My dogs and cats are in love. I've also found a knitter's group at my Wal-Mart!!! How great is that?! Well, I'm getting tired.
By Steve Liewer
UNION-TRIBUNE STAFF WRITER
8:51 p.m. June 6, 2008
CORONADO – A stubborn fire May 22 aboard the aircraft carrier George Washington damaged 80 of the ship's 3,800 rooms, according to a preliminary assessment released Friday by the Navy.
The blaze also caused minor injuries to 24 sailors.
Now:
4:45 a.m. August 21, 2008
SAN DIEGO – The nuclear-powered aircraft carrier USS George Washington, which has been docked in San Diego for several months while undergoing repairs stemming from a fire, departed Thursday for Japan, Navy officials said.
There goes my son. I sent off his passport (which came to my house) to his ship's address. It was nice to be able to talk to him every now and again. It's exciting, yet there he goes, my adult son. sigh. Oh, well. I do have dogs and cats.
My life is the same: work home, home work. The only really new thing is now my car's air conditioner doesn't work. YAY!! 40-ish minute drive in blistering heat. And no money. I did finish a sock yesterday, only to find I made the foot portion too short. It technically fits my foot, but tight. The next sock will be better. I have also fininshed my first crocheted project, an afghan. My dogs and cats are in love. I've also found a knitter's group at my Wal-Mart!!! How great is that?! Well, I'm getting tired.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
The Sin of Smugness
I confess! I'm guilty. It is a sin, right? I left a smug comment about my balmy 95 degree weather, and what did I get? Low 100's, and high humidity, and not a drop of rain in sight, that is - a typical Oklahoma summer, if just a smidge late. Thank God for wind, even though it feels like a hot breath on your face. Also, Thank God for central air, even if we do keep it around 80 degrees, compared to outside, it's cool. Not even the dogs want to go out for long - pottying done, back in the house. Except for Ziva, the dachshund, who has to bark hysterically at the neighbor (as in next door, not neighborly)'s cat, who's a big orange-colored cat I call punkin. ...And who could totally kick Ziva's ass. Moron dog. I physically had to pick her up to bring her back in the house. Typical dachshund. More courage than brain.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Sunday, June 01, 2008
I know I need to write. I guess I have kind of a block. It doesn't really matter, of course, nobody reads this.
Ok, this is for my husband, who thankfully doesn't read this.
Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! You don't know what the hell you're talking about! Obama is ten times the man McCain is! The gun people send you little snippets or outright lies and you just eat it up! There is no talking to you. I refuse to talk to you. It serves no purpose. I get upset, you get upset. What good does that serve? I'm not going to argue. I don't like confrontation. I had enough of that the first go round. You believe (incorrectly) what you want to believe, I'l believe what I want to believe. Just let me be.
sigh.
Can it be November already?
Ok, this is for my husband, who thankfully doesn't read this.
Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! You don't know what the hell you're talking about! Obama is ten times the man McCain is! The gun people send you little snippets or outright lies and you just eat it up! There is no talking to you. I refuse to talk to you. It serves no purpose. I get upset, you get upset. What good does that serve? I'm not going to argue. I don't like confrontation. I had enough of that the first go round. You believe (incorrectly) what you want to believe, I'l believe what I want to believe. Just let me be.
sigh.
Can it be November already?
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Valparaiso, Chile Travelogue
Through the eyes of my son....
So Chili was pretty cool (hah). Seriously, it was cold and foggy for the extent of our visit. It is fall going on winter down there. Didn't get to go on the one tour I was allowed to get ('cus reactor department had working days. Blech) because the barge that the little liberty boats pull up to to drop off people broke lines and was no longer stable enough to get people across safely. The GW solution to the busted barge? Have everybody that wasn't able to get back that night load up in busses/a gym/ a halfway house for uncomfortable sleep surrounded by exhuberant drunks and the disgruntled sober guys around them (I was on duty, so I got a lovely 4 hours of rack sleep in between watches), and the next day, without replacing the barge, bring all those guys back, and just cancel tours and liberty for that last day in port. I wzs pretty pissed. Really wanted to taste me some fine wine. Gotta get a taste for it somehow. Need to see what other people got for pictures since all I got was stuff on the bus (and a lot of pictures of this one guy drunk becasue the guy I handed my camera to thought it was really funny). Didn't end up doing much but go to a mall (with really awesome winter clothes! I bought this great (i.e. expensive) brown peacoat with a hood. Like wearing a big, comfy blanket. With toggles.), eat at a couple of nice restaurants (the first one was hilarious. Okay, so when we get in there they have music videos playing on the TVs. Now this is a really fancy eatery, but I guess they were just so excited to have Americans in town that the videos that they had on were all cheesy 80s hits. Nothing beats a glass of good wine while listening to "I Went To the Danger Zone" followed by "Eye of The Tiger." Then one of the guys that works there got on the little kareoke stage they had and started singing American stuff. Got some great (really wavy) pics of the dude dressed up like a lion while he was doing "Can You Feel The Love Tonight."), then stumble over (still have no clear recollection of how I got there) to a casino where I was too drunk to do any gambling, which was good. I've yet to recieve the inevitably embarassing picture this chick on the boat got of me while I was there. Kinda boring, but it was still fun.
....of course, I then had to have him explain to me how he got to see Chile when he was stuck on the ship.
So Chili was pretty cool (hah). Seriously, it was cold and foggy for the extent of our visit. It is fall going on winter down there. Didn't get to go on the one tour I was allowed to get ('cus reactor department had working days. Blech) because the barge that the little liberty boats pull up to to drop off people broke lines and was no longer stable enough to get people across safely. The GW solution to the busted barge? Have everybody that wasn't able to get back that night load up in busses/a gym/ a halfway house for uncomfortable sleep surrounded by exhuberant drunks and the disgruntled sober guys around them (I was on duty, so I got a lovely 4 hours of rack sleep in between watches), and the next day, without replacing the barge, bring all those guys back, and just cancel tours and liberty for that last day in port. I wzs pretty pissed. Really wanted to taste me some fine wine. Gotta get a taste for it somehow. Need to see what other people got for pictures since all I got was stuff on the bus (and a lot of pictures of this one guy drunk becasue the guy I handed my camera to thought it was really funny). Didn't end up doing much but go to a mall (with really awesome winter clothes! I bought this great (i.e. expensive) brown peacoat with a hood. Like wearing a big, comfy blanket. With toggles.), eat at a couple of nice restaurants (the first one was hilarious. Okay, so when we get in there they have music videos playing on the TVs. Now this is a really fancy eatery, but I guess they were just so excited to have Americans in town that the videos that they had on were all cheesy 80s hits. Nothing beats a glass of good wine while listening to "I Went To the Danger Zone" followed by "Eye of The Tiger." Then one of the guys that works there got on the little kareoke stage they had and started singing American stuff. Got some great (really wavy) pics of the dude dressed up like a lion while he was doing "Can You Feel The Love Tonight."), then stumble over (still have no clear recollection of how I got there) to a casino where I was too drunk to do any gambling, which was good. I've yet to recieve the inevitably embarassing picture this chick on the boat got of me while I was there. Kinda boring, but it was still fun.
....of course, I then had to have him explain to me how he got to see Chile when he was stuck on the ship.
Monday, May 05, 2008
Rio Travelogue
So, here is how my son describes Rio de Janiero, Brazil.
So Rio’s an interesting place. If you like sand. And water. And sexually (and mosquitoly) transmitted diseases. Really pretty from a distance. Beautiful scenery, but unfortunately there’s this old dirty city thrown in the middle of the rainforest covered, mountainous coastline, which, if you’re standing way back so you can see the hill with the structures precariously strewn across it, is gorgeous. Once you get on the bus and start driving through the slums (gotta be like 80% of the friggin overpopulated burg) it’s not so pretty anymore. To be fair, every building that I walked through was nice and clean, but even the good buildings (except for the ones that are obviously new or beachfront property) look really grimy and rundown on the outside. The tour I went on went only to a few stops, but apparently there aren’t that many safe tourist spots in the area anyways, since the non-tour area was limited to a the beaches Copacabana and Ipanema and a few blocks in from that. The first thing we went to was this cathedral that was constructed like a giant steel and stained-glass teepee. The outside’s not that spectacular looking, but once you go inside it’s just like any other massive church with a huge vaulted ceiling and statues and such. The open air design works out pretty well for how hot the climate there is. After that we went to these two mountains connected to the valley below by cable car. We could get a view of the entire area from the second, but it was a rainy day so the second mountain was completely encased in a cloud and we couldn’t see anything at all from up there. Then we went to a restaurant (the first place I had one of the national drink: the Caipirinha which is made out of lime and some crazy strong local liquor. Kinda tastes like a margarita. You’d probably like it. [aside - I probably would] On the way out I was also accosted by the license plate guy for the first time, and the dude wanted 60 real, like 37 bucks, for the silly thing. Actually followed the tour group to the hotel we were dropped off at later and remembered me specifically, still not lowering the price much. Next day I was able to get it from another guy for fifteen. I dislike very much the street vendors.) After the eating we went to the giant Jesus, which required a train ride to the mountain it sits on and then climbing a load of stairs (there’s an elevator, too). It is a really big savior, I’ll tell ya that. Kinda silly, though, the way most of the people weren’t at all reverent of the situation and were merely posing in silly positions with the Christian son of god (you don’t nipple tweak Jesus, I don’t care who you are). Would’ve expected a little more lightning at that point. It was still super cloudy, so we couldn’t get any good shots of the town or shoreline from up there (Interesting tidbit: the great big ol’ Jesus faces the sea, but I found a postcard in the tourist shop that has the picture of the shoreline with the big lug facing the camera. Guess the Brazilians aren’t above photoshopping their national monuments. Related note: there’s this completely unphotoshopped picture one guy took of a statue holding a rifle and clutching his heart like he just got shot. Taken from the left side, this looks like a guy with a gun between his legs, actively thrusting. Funny stuff).
Back to me. Hopefully, I'll get something similar about Chile.
So Rio’s an interesting place. If you like sand. And water. And sexually (and mosquitoly) transmitted diseases. Really pretty from a distance. Beautiful scenery, but unfortunately there’s this old dirty city thrown in the middle of the rainforest covered, mountainous coastline, which, if you’re standing way back so you can see the hill with the structures precariously strewn across it, is gorgeous. Once you get on the bus and start driving through the slums (gotta be like 80% of the friggin overpopulated burg) it’s not so pretty anymore. To be fair, every building that I walked through was nice and clean, but even the good buildings (except for the ones that are obviously new or beachfront property) look really grimy and rundown on the outside. The tour I went on went only to a few stops, but apparently there aren’t that many safe tourist spots in the area anyways, since the non-tour area was limited to a the beaches Copacabana and Ipanema and a few blocks in from that. The first thing we went to was this cathedral that was constructed like a giant steel and stained-glass teepee. The outside’s not that spectacular looking, but once you go inside it’s just like any other massive church with a huge vaulted ceiling and statues and such. The open air design works out pretty well for how hot the climate there is. After that we went to these two mountains connected to the valley below by cable car. We could get a view of the entire area from the second, but it was a rainy day so the second mountain was completely encased in a cloud and we couldn’t see anything at all from up there. Then we went to a restaurant (the first place I had one of the national drink: the Caipirinha which is made out of lime and some crazy strong local liquor. Kinda tastes like a margarita. You’d probably like it. [aside - I probably would] On the way out I was also accosted by the license plate guy for the first time, and the dude wanted 60 real, like 37 bucks, for the silly thing. Actually followed the tour group to the hotel we were dropped off at later and remembered me specifically, still not lowering the price much. Next day I was able to get it from another guy for fifteen. I dislike very much the street vendors.) After the eating we went to the giant Jesus, which required a train ride to the mountain it sits on and then climbing a load of stairs (there’s an elevator, too). It is a really big savior, I’ll tell ya that. Kinda silly, though, the way most of the people weren’t at all reverent of the situation and were merely posing in silly positions with the Christian son of god (you don’t nipple tweak Jesus, I don’t care who you are). Would’ve expected a little more lightning at that point. It was still super cloudy, so we couldn’t get any good shots of the town or shoreline from up there (Interesting tidbit: the great big ol’ Jesus faces the sea, but I found a postcard in the tourist shop that has the picture of the shoreline with the big lug facing the camera. Guess the Brazilians aren’t above photoshopping their national monuments. Related note: there’s this completely unphotoshopped picture one guy took of a statue holding a rifle and clutching his heart like he just got shot. Taken from the left side, this looks like a guy with a gun between his legs, actively thrusting. Funny stuff).
Back to me. Hopefully, I'll get something similar about Chile.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
USS George Washington - underway clip #2
Isn't the internet a wonderful thing. Here's a clip of my son's ship leaving Norfolk, VA on it's way to it's ultimate destination: Japan.
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