Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Ranting and Raving

Yup - my parents are still here visiting. I was thinking that they would be on their way in the next couple of days, but with all the hub-bub around my brother packing up and moving down to NC, they just haven't left yet. Not to mention that they'll be back in a couple of weeks or so to help him with the final pack and move. I've not had any time to myself and my little kitty is beside herself trying to figure out why she doesn't have me to herself any more. So she's up every hour caterwalling, waking me and my Mom up and it's been hell. I'm exhausted.

-Abrupt change of topic-
(I should have named my blog that. It's never too late I guess)
I've been a member of a stitching group for just shy of 5 years now. This group has taken on many forms and has whittled down from about 30 people to 15 or so, and now, 8 or 9. The last purge of the group was because there were 4 people that talked about being moms and how important they were because they were moms and how they wanted to become moms and how to make your opwn diaper wipes and on and on and on. Finally, those of us who are childless, have grown children or who have lives that include their children but still have a healthy sense of who they are, up and left to form a new group. There is a point to this, I swear...

One of the women that we up and left behind, who was, for me, the driving factor to leave, has a blog. WELLLL. She has been the subject of ridicule (she brings it on herself) by my girls and I for a while now. It is said that there are no ugly babies. Her first kid was the exception to prove the rule. Child number two, concieved well before fugly child #1 was a year old, fared no better. One of us would visit the blog and let the other three know there was material ripe for ridiclue.

In today's entry she announces she is pregnant again. 3 children in 3 years. Now, she and her hen-pecked husband hardly have a pot to pee in, but some how they can manage to have 3 kids in 3 years. She'll manage to get all top of the line baby furniture, cloths, bags, professional portraits every 3 months and lord knows what else. Knowing her for a little over 4 years as we have we have no idea how she is getting all this stuff. No clue at all.

The thing that gets me is how irresponsible they are. If you can't afford the two you've got, why skip the birth control and then coyly say "we know what causes it, but I like to do it a lot"? I just don't get it at all.

-Abrupt change of topic-
I know support 12 very busy people here at work. 12 people. I go out of my mind most days, wondering what I forgot to do. Note pads are my worst enemy because I go onto multiple pages and so things on the previous pages tend to get forgotten. There has to be a better way.

OK - enough rambling...

Happy End of March!

Sunday, March 20, 2005

Congress in a Vegatative State

I've been reading a lot about the poor woman in Florida, Terri Schiavo. I can't believe this woman is still alive. I am so angry about the whole situation. This in NOT something that the entire country should be involved in. The high court, Jeb Bush and congress should butt out and let this woman pass away.

The facts are that this woman has been in a vegitatave state for 15 years. The chemical imbalance that caused her heart to stop was caused by anorexia. She was so sick she almost died because of her mental illness 15 years ago. How can her parents even THINK that she would want to live when she was so miserable with her life and herself? Did they deal with her suffering day in and day out like her husband did? I don't think so. I'm not saying they didn't, but just not as accutely as her husband.

Terry's parents are saying that "She could get better." Huh? In the history of medical record keeping there has NEVER been a person who has come out of a vegatative state after so long a period of time. Two court appointed doctors have confirmed that she is in a vegatative state. The Florida State courts have done what is right, to let this woman die. Although, I think assisted suicide in this case would be called for so the poor thing wouldn't have to starve to death.

FL passes Terri's Law giving Jeb Bush the power to overturn the court's decision. Several court appointed doctors and specialists find her to be in a persistent vegatative state and some state rep (
Rep. Frank Attkisson - R) saw a video of her and "I said, wait a minute, that's not my definition of somebody in a comatose situation." Where did he get his medial education?

So not this is a political battle of the worst kind because, once again, religion has been brought into the scene. Constant vigils are being kept outside the nursing facility where Terri "lives". The parents spokesman is a catholic preist. The entire country is now wrapped up in this tragedy and mostly it's along the same politcal lines as the presidential election was.

Congress has called a special session for today to discuss overturning the FL court ruling to remove Terri's feedint tube. W is flying in from TX so he can sign the bill as soon as it lands on his desk. Why are they interferring with this family's greif? Why are they prolonging it? They actually subponeaed a vegatable. Then a "right wing leader" is caught trying to bring Terri bread and water. HELLO?!? This fight is over removal of a feeding tube, how was that dim wit going to get food and water into her?

I'm just so mad over this whole thing. So irate. I want to cry for that poor woman and her husband. I want to throttle everyone else who is prolonging her life and his greif because of their own selfish reasons.

Read more about it here and read about Terri's law here.

Monday, March 14, 2005

Crash and Trash TV

Last week my brothers were both yakking on and on about this show they both happened to catch called “Carpocalypse”. This week I had to tune in. This is one of those “reality” type shows, but also sort of a game show. Here is my take on it…

There are 11 or 12 members of a car club. The leader of the pack tells the rest of the crew what this week’s car race will be. I was lucky enough to have a two race night. The first was “Blind Taxi Driver” where they were all paired off and the driver had a bag over their head and their partner talked them around the track. The second race was again, a taxi race, but the taxi was pulling a 15 foot boat behind it. If the boat became separated from the car you were disqualified.

Off go the contestants to find the vehicles they’ll need for the race. What follows is a trek through Florida’s junkyards while interviewing the contestants. One fellow had his hand in a splint. He confessed that he was fixing a transmission and it fell on his hand, breaking it. Since he didn’t have the time or the money to go to the emergency room, he SET IT HIMSELF!!! There are a lot of things wrong with that statement, but let’s just focus on HE SET IT HIMSELF!!!

The race organizer had to keep checking on this guy – to make sure he wasn’t too drunk to drive. He even said something about “Advil and Crown Royal”. Hello??? Go to the emergency room!!!

Then there is the man who has something wrong with one of his eyes. They showed him at home, and his girlfriend was getting on his case about not being around. He was commenting to the camera that she just didn’t understand how important this racing was to him. He barely made it to the race on time – he ran into the track and hopped in the car with his “blind” driver and off they went.

Now – Here I was thinking that the payoff on these races was pretty nice. A thousand dollars or so. But no! For each race the winner got $300!!! The guy with the broken hand was counting on winning so that he could go to the ER. $300!!! Amazing!

No – he didn’t win either race.

I’m hooked. I’ll be tuning into Spike TV every Saturday at 8PM. You should too.

Monday thoughts

I think spring is almost here. It’s still really cold out, but the sun is shining brighter, and the birds are singing more frequently. The forecast is for “rain mixed with snow toward evening” instead of “snow possibly mixing with rain.”

My parents are coming north for Easter. That means Mom stays with me and Dad stays with my brother. I have no idea when they are arriving, so I’ve started cleaning now. Not to mention with all my physical ailments of late – this is no small task. Things have got out of control. Nothing has been put away so my world has become “unstuffed”.

So this weekend I began re-stuffing everything into the hidey holes they belong in. I actually did a lot of throwing out. The thing that made me happiest is that even while getting a start on the white tornado cleaning, I was able to keep off my leg as much as possible. This morning was the first one in a very long time that both my legs and especially my ankles looked normal. Now that its noon time, the leg/ankle has started to swell again. At least I know it can look normal and will look normal in the near future.

As I was laying in bed this weekend, talking to Nikki as she yowled at me, I realized that I better tell my Mom about this new phenomenon. Nikki yowls, I talk back, she yowls again and we have a whole little conversation. This takes place pretty much any time of day. My Mom, who loves that little fur ball as much as I do, will never live with this. I may have to move into the guest room so that Nikki and I can have our conversations at all hours of the day and night and I’ll only minimally bug my Mom. Either that or she can opt to stay with my brother and SIL and the nephews. At least she has been warned.

Movies I watched this weekend…
Flirting with Disaster – a little gem that I forgot about seeing before. It’s hysterical. I recommend it highly

Troy – It’s hard to watch something that you already know the ending. The only reason to watch this movie – the men, especially the guy who played Hector. YUM! Oh – and getting to see Brad Pitt’s butt a couple of times.

I Robot – The action sequences were cool. The robots cool. The story, predictable.

I’m not exactly the best person to rate movies. As long as I’m entertained its money well spent. I guess I have low standards. I love the classics, the thought provoking, the silly and some kid movies. As long as I don’t have to “watch” every second on screen, I’m happy. You see, I’m usually working on some needlecraft or beading or something that, so I have to be able to just listen to the movie for great chunks of time.

Saturday, March 12, 2005


My mother is the funniest woman on the planet. Honestly. Take this conversation we had this morning...

Mom: Did you get that e-mail I sent you with the job ad?

Me: No

Mom: It was from the Diocese. They are looking for an event coordinator. I thought it was perfect timing since you're looking for something new. The only thing is that you would have to work some holidays.

Me: Oh, well.

Mom: And the pay isn't all that great, but it's closer to home.

Me: Much closer to home.

Mom: (I can tell she's getting a little mad) Now I ask you, what church would have you working on holidays?!

Me: (getting caught up a little bit in the ire) Well Mom, I don't know...

Mom: You'd think of all places, THEY would be closed on holidays. Really - what church would have people working on holidays?

Me: (starting to giggle) Oh - ah - only - ALL OF THEM.

Mom: Oh. (sheepishly) Ah... I guess you're right.

5 minutes of belly laughing follow.

Mom - I love you! Thanks for starting my day off on the right foot.

Friday, March 11, 2005

Coming out of the blog closet

Hey my sistas!!!! So glad you're here to read what I've told you first hand.

Love you much and Welcome!!!

Wednesday, March 09, 2005


Barbie is 46 today. There has to be a joke there somewhere, but I can't think of one.

My leg and ankle seem to be getting worse. Swollen, and every "cool" shade from the color wheel, green to plum. I'm waiting for the doctor to call.

I had a long talk with a co-worker who said "Some times God gets tired of whacking you on the back of the head and he needs to take more drastic action." So - what am I supposed to pay attention to (besides where I'm walking)? What move am I supposed to make? I'm thinking new job. I better get off the dead end job search sites I've been on and try some other ones.

A new job would be an easy way to fix some of my problems. It will remove me from hearing about the fucking pig. I wouldn't have to be the administrative assistant to a person who I was friends with but who, for reasons only she knows, shut me out and stopped being my friend. I wouldn't have the hour plus commute each way and I'd be saving about $200 a month in gas. Maybe I won't have the high car repair bills I've had ($1500 to $2000 per year the last 3 years).

It'll be interesting if I have to be out of work to let this leg heal and I'd have the time to reflect, plan, and take action. Maybe even get into therapy. How sad is it that I'm hoping to be on a medical leave? Sheese...

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

My own personal Hell...

I’m just tired of writing about bad stuff. I tripped and fell and broke blood vessels in my knee and I’m black and blue and swollen from my knee to ankle. Every day a new black and blue mark blooms. Yesterday my ankle was so swollen after work that I had a “cankle”.

I’ve been to the doctor. I’m starting to think I should have them on retainer. I have to stay off it as much as possible and keep moist heat on it too. But having to be here at work is really hindering the healing process. The problem is, that with the sprained ankles and broken toe and the bronchitis, I have no sick time left. So I have to be here. I refuse to take vacation to heal.

My friends have decided that I need a drastic change; possibly moving to a new city. My brother is moving to NC, two towns over from where my parents retired. So that leaves my brother and sister-in-law and the kids here near me. I just wanted to live near my family. I don’t really want to move away from my nephews. Right now, they are the only people who can make me laugh. They’re my bright spot. Yes I know I need other bright spots.

I was at a party the other night and as I was mingling I started to talk to two other women who were coming up with their “dream life”. I had no idea what my dream life would be. I can’t even dream. I have no idea of what I want out of my life. Let’s not even discuss how to get it.

On another note – I found out yesterday that the guy I had been seeing last year, who broke up with me for someone who is kind of ugly and who treated him horribly, has become a total fucking pig. He tried to barter home computer maintenance (his side business) for sex, from a woman who has been his friend for a long time and who we both work with. Not only that but as he was fixing her computer, he was chatting with her about how many women in the new company he works for he’s wants to “do”. And then he hits on this woman?!? What is wrong with him?

More importantly – what is wrong with me for being so upset that he dumped me? I don’t want to be with anyone like the person he is now. Not to mention – he is a fucking idiot if he didn’t think his antics from this weekend wouldn’t get back to me. What a moron. Why did I let him hurt me? Why do I continue to let him hurt me?

I guess I need to do some constructive day dreaming while staying off my leg.