Tuesday, October 30, 2007
As I pull up to the road that we live off of, I am now behind said SUV. Out of the drivers window comes a bunch of wadded up paper. Loads of it. THAT WAS IT. Blood Pressure 210 /130, pulse rate 150. Still, I could not see the driver. I had to turn Left, while a$$hole of the century went straight. Isn't there a number or something you can call for something like that? I mean it wasn't worth calling 911, however that driver may have needed an ambulance after I dragged them out of the car and beat the ever living shinola out of them.
Yes. I am BIG on not litering and that means cigarette buts thrown out too. I don't throw USED toilet paper on your living room floor, put your butts where they belong. Or better yet eat them. It won't cause any more harm than smoking already does. Plus it's fiber with a healthy dose of carcinogens.
Now I'm off to go rip into something.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Because there is too much going on here for me to post it all. Especially with Halloween coming.
Let's see... This week, I had a migraine from Thursday to Sunday with hot flashes included. Saturday I had my Tastefully Simple Blast off Party (send me your orders if you have them),
Sunday, Child B and I took Child A to a birthday party until 3. Meanwhile child B got a bath, then we picked up A and went shoe shopping and to buy bagels from Panera. Then we came home, the sitter came and I went to work, where I proceeded to laugh all evening and eat chips illegally with my boss and the doc. (We can get nailed for eating in our work space, but we all needed a fix, plus it was Sunday and the cameras aren't installed yet).
Today, I went shopping with my friend to buy stuff for a gourmet caramel apple class that we took tonight. The family and I went to Red Robin where I satisfied my other craving for none other than BEEF. HMMMM correlation here? Beef craving + Head Ache x 4days = iron deficiency??? Hmmm.
So that is about it. At this moment, my hair is a wreck, I am partially in day clothes and partially in jammies. I smell like chocolate and caramel, and I have a cat boring holes into the back of my head, because apparently he is EMACIATED like JRo's husband gets.
Yes all is well in the nuthouse. I may not have a chance to post tomorrow, or on Halloween, but I will for sure on Thursday. Jro, have a GREAT time in Disney. Melanie will be sappy all week, wishing she was there. :o)
Friday, October 26, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Andy has his own place setting at the table. He sits in a chair, and puts his paws up on his own "special" placemat and from there, they serve him treats. Andy is not fond of children, however he seems to remember me and Den quite well, since we saved him and gave him a life of luxury over at the house of Putter.
Apparently Andy has developed a "problem". Something on his face appeared askew. Mrs. Putter emailed her BIG BUCKS Vet and of course, "they needed to see him". So without hesitation, Mr. Retired Putter put the well pampered kitty into the limo and chauffered him over to Dr. Warbucks.
One hour later Mr. Putter and his precious flea bag return. Apparently Andy had a $160 pimple on his chin. As Mrs. Putter puts it, "they seduced him into Never, Never Land and popped the damn thing, but first the shaved his chin".
Along with his acne ridden flea bag, Mr. Putter came in with an arm load of medications. Dr. Warbucks apparently found ONE flea, so another $42 later, and Andy has a dermatological "ointment".
As a child, I once sliced my toe open on a rusty coffee can while on vacation. Not only did I NOT go to the hospital for stitches, we continued to play at the beach.
I will say though that as time has gone on, my mother has changed. When my sister and I were both pregnant, we weren't allowed to reach over our heads for anything for fear that we would "wrap the cord" around the babies neck. Instead we had to carry around a 50 pound step stool. One that makes you just about push the baby out - to carry the damn thing.
Enjoy your acne Andy and quit eating fried mice.
BTW... I would have posted a photo of zit face on here, but Mrs. Putter apparently is too busy filing his nails, brushing his teeth and massaging him to snap a photo.
Monday, October 22, 2007
October 21, 2007
BY MITCH ALBOM
FREE PRESS COLUMNIST
This should make you angrier than you have been over almost anything since Sept. 11 -- and that includes the war in Iraq.
A recent report showed that 75% of fake bombs or bomb parts got past Transportation Security Administration security at Los Angeles International Airport and 60% got past TSA screeners at Chicago's O'Hare.
Those are two of the busiest airports in the world. Those are two of the juiciest targets a terrorist could desire.
Seventy-five percent? Three out of four times? We are constantly hearing the tired and misguided phrase "fight 'em over there so we don't have to fight 'em here."
They needn't bother with us over there. With a 75% chance of success, why would they go anywhere BUT here?
The heart of the matter
Now, the reason this news should have you outraged -- and more importantly, why our president and his national security team should be outraged -- is this failure draws a straight line to the World Trade Center, the Pentagon and that field in Pennsylvania six years ago.
Unlike Iraq, which had nothing to do with the actual explosions of Sept. 11, airport security was at the heart of that tragedy. Tighter security, from passenger identity to spotting box cutters, could have thwarted that day.
Can you imagine how our lives would be different if those 19 hijackers had been stopped? Think about every security issue you now face in daily life, think about the economic drain on this nation, think about the war, the lives lost, the political hate, and all of it goes back to how those men got on those planes.
So you would think, before throwing hundreds of billions at a conflict in Iraq, the first, the biggest, the most obvious use of money and effort would be at the real ground zero of the Sept. 11 terrorism plan -- the airports.
Instead, six years after the fact, we still have disinterested agents. We still have inferior equipment when better equipment is available. We still have more emphasis on stuff rather than on interrogating people. And we still have federal officials making excuses. The latest comes from TSA chief Kip Hawley, who, in response to previous bad results, blamed harder tests.
According to USA Today, Hawley told a House committee this week: "We moved from testing of completely assembled bombs ... to the small component parts."
Yeah? So? You expect terrorists to put a completely assembled bomb in an empty briefcase and slide it on the belt?
A very flawed system
Don't laugh. That, in fact, is actually how examiners used to test agents, by putting fake bombs in empty suitcases. You know what? There were still failures.
Now, examiners pack things like detonators or batteries inside a toiletry kit, or they hide watch-timers in carved-out books. And because of that, our TSA chief is justifying these unacceptable numbers? This is like a kid saying, "Well, of course I failed the math test. You wanted me to add AND subtract!"
The fact is, there is no excuse. None. And President George W. Bush, who vows to keep this nation safe, should be the loudest and harshest critic.
After all, it was the government that insisted on taking over airport security after 9/11, saying we couldn't trust such critical work to lowly paid private screeners. So the TSA was formed, and we doubled or tripled the pay, and what do we get? We get 75% at LAX and 60% at O'Hare. Meanwhile, the same tests showed that the San Francisco airport -- which employs private screeners -- allowed only 20% of the fake bomb equipment through.
And private screeners are what we had before the TSA. We're going backward.
I travel more than most people, so I am not shocked. Sadly, many of the TSA people I see seem more interested in their next break than what or who is going through security. I often see dazed looks, bored postures, shared jokes between agents.
The TSA should be ashamed. And if -- or when -- there is another attack involving planes, and everyone, as always, goes looking to blame someone, we can go back to these pathetic results, we can go back to 75% and 60%.
And we can blame ourselves.
Contact MITCH ALBOM at 313-223-4581 or firstname.lastname@example.org.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Cheers to many more wonderful memories together.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
I appreciate every one of you that have left your condolences for them. Kraig and Katrina have been through so much and to witness all of this just breaks my heart.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Sunday morning, I was sitting in the living room, watching the local tragedy channel (aka the news), and a different squirrel showed up. I looked over and thought... uh oh. Fuznuts going to be quite miffed. I started wondering if squirrels are territorial. Sure looks like it the way they chase each other around. Then seconds later... another squirrel shows up. Then panicked I start thinking, OMG, what have I done? Dennis is going to kill me. My obsession and genuine interest in outdoor critters now has us overrun by the little rodents. But again, I am thinking of Fuznut. These sure surely not "our" squirrel, because they did not have the telltale bump on the nose. But they were definitely, in fact much smaller than Fuznut.
Remember the nipple picture above?
Instantly, I knew WHO they were. Not only are Chip and Dale tiny little squirrels, they are FUZNUT'S babies!
She showed up very shortly after we discovered them. I believe they are living in the tree in our backyard... the one we are shooting steriods into to make it grow faster. We lost all of our street lining trees last year to the emerald ash borer. So now it looks like we live in a new neighborhood... with old houses. Sunday morning was quite an adventure to discover them. They are very quick, and wirey. They are very little too. One of them lunged at the doorwall and gave Pumpkin a sudden case of alopecia. With a thud of the glass, the cats flew off their haunches and were pacing at their "Cat TV" - again, aka the doorwall.
I'm sure you are bored to death with my personal account of National Geographic, but for those of you who aren't I had to share this with you. And as you can see from before... I AM my parent's child... Enjoy the pic's. These squirrels don't seem to be at all camera shy. In fact, I had to open up the doorwall to shoo one of them off my screen! Kitty's were instantly thinking "Yummy, roasted squirrel for breakfast", but I quickly reminded them that they are the resident doily's and they are to REMAIN inside the house. Otherwise, they may find their bowls flying out the door behind them.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Secondly, I have to show you all something. Last night I took a class through the Utica Public Schools Adult Enrichment book. Look what I made!!!
A hint for tomorrows exciting news. Look for a hint in the fruit bouquet photo! Post your comment if you know what it is!
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Monday, October 08, 2007
Sunday, October 07, 2007
It was a great time... but next year, I wish for it to be a bit cooler. So at least the kids can wear their costumes.
Friday, October 05, 2007
With that, I feel completely like a bonehead. I can't get crap done, I can't concentrate. I'm supposed to go scrap at the school today at 4 with my friends. Here it is, 12:58 and I have NO idea what to take with me.
ON TOP OF THAT, when we got our new cpu, it sort of jacked up our iTunes in a way. I finally got it to accept Dennis's ipod, and now I plug mine in and NOTHING happens.
I'm so frustrated. I'm ready to take a hammer to the stupid thing. The Ipod that is. Ugh. Like I said, it's not about me.
I just wanted to let you all know what's inside Val's head at this moment. No funnies today. Sorry.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Staring at the end of the street, waiting for the little punk to return...
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
I ran my bath, climbed in and grabbed my July edition of Better Homes and Gardens that I am STILL trying to finish. In walks the queen with an alarming tone she asks, "You're taking a bath?".
I didn't realize that it would be such an ordeal for them. In comes Beaudreaux. "Mom why are you taking a bath?" So I explain that mommy wants to have soft tootsies. He laughs and leaves.
2 seconds later. Beaudreaux re-enters. "Do you want some music?". I reply, "No, but thank you for asking". He leaves.
.59 hundredths of a second later, he turns on his radio so I can have music. Ok. That is nice. He returns. "I turned on the radio so you can have music". Gives a kiss, then leaves.
1 minute later. The queen starts meowing outside the door. "E, Knock it off". Queen replies, "It's not me. It's the cat".
"Knock it off E. I know it's you and it's getting on my nerves. Cut it out". "Ok" she replies.
30 seconds later, Beaudreaux comes in. I have to go potty. "Go to the other bathroom" I tell him. "But I have to go poop".
"GO TO THE OTHER BATHROOM!". Too late. He's already sitting on the throne.
UGH... Nice bath. Tangerine Mango bubbles mixed with essence of poop.
"OK I'm done! Come wipe my butt".
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? You haven't needed me to wipe your butt in 6 months!"
B finishes, and heads off. NOW I can relax. CLICK! Radio goes off. "TIMES UP! GET OUT!" Suddenly Beaudreaux the future Hall Manager decides that MY BATH TIME is over!
Slowly.............................I slide down into the tub. My feet are up on the wall, but my head is submerged. Only the circumference of my face is sticking out so I don't drown.
All I could hear is silence........ and my own breathing. It was the best few minutes I've had in WEEKS. I uncrossed my meridians with the hopes that maybe I could realign my chakras. :o)
I suddenly realized that I am totally missing the boat. I have another date with my bathtub next week. It's going to become my Monday night ritual. For me.... and me only, because I'M LOCKING THE DOOR.
I have a heel spur. Many of you that have seen me lately have noticed that I have some sort of limp when I walk. It is because my freaking foot is KILLING ME. I am chalking this one up to some shoes that I bought for work. I am on my feet for my entire shift. I usually wear Nike Crosstrainers. This time, I thought I would get a pair of those cute, trendy, moc's that everyone is wearing. How ironic that since I bought those, my foot started bugging me... since May actually.
My doc has been wanting to give me a steroid injection in the foot since this all started. But, being the big baby that I am, I was desperately trying to find another method. I have been eating Motrin like candy. Stretching my arch on one of those Maglite Flashlights on the floor. I have had massages done, wrapped it, iced it, tried to stay off it. Nada.
So today, I swallow my pride and go to the doctor. As I am sitting in the waiting room, I am talking myself into leaving. It isn't so bad. It actually doesn't hurt today, I tell myself. BUT being that my doctor signs my paychecks, and I see him ALL THE TIME, it's in my best interest to follow through.
He walks in. Here is the conversation that ensues...
V, "You don't have a syringe, do you?"
Doc, "No, but let's take an Xray first to see what is going on. What is it with the shot. Are you afraid of the shot?"
V, "No. I'm afraid of PAIN!".
Doc starts laughing hysterically and sends me off for my Xray.
As H is taking the Xray (a girl I work with frequently), she asks what is going on. I tell her that doc wants to drive a needle into my heel. She winces and tells me she had LOTS of feet problems as a child and doesn't envy me. GREAT I am thinking. The wincing look on her face spoke VOLUMES to me.
After the Xray, Doc peeks back in and says, "It's a heel spur. Come look". So next, Doc, H and I are all standing there looking at the film. Nice. A nice little hook on the bottom of my foot, pointing towards the toes.
I have to admit... and many of you will agree... I was GLAD to see something on the film! Because I have been dealing with this since May (because of my above confession). So as we are walking back to the room, Doc puts his arm on my shoulder and starts trying to talk me into the shot. Then he abruptly tells H, "Know what? Draw up the shot. If I try to talk her into it, she won't do it. Let's not give her a choice". GREAT.... exactly what I was TRYING to avoid.
Let's just say that it WASN'T as bad as I expected it to be. Which is EXACTLY what he told me about 2 months ago when I was asking if there was a magic sprinkle stuff I could put on my food to make this problem go away, :o) I will say that I am very glad that I did not wear a lot of make up though. I would have looked like that televangelist woman. I'm going to keep telling myself that it wasn't that bad, because AFTER I got the injection, he tells me that if the pain comes back, I need to get 2 more injections. See how smart he is? See how well he knows me? He knew FULL WELL that if he told me from the start it would be a total of 3 shots, that would have SEALED THE DEAL.
I must say though... that now my foot is sore from the shot. I expect that by tomorrow I will be much better. But with all of this being said, this day and the beating I put on my self mentally, has slowed me down considerably. I am WORN OUT. I did some running around with Beaudreaux after school, picked up the Queen, and have parked myself on the couch to watch my newly DVR'd shows. It actually feels quite decent to sit and do NOTHING.
So there. It is out. Y'all know I'm a BIG BABY when it comes to a needle! I'm going to hobble back to the couch now. I think something good is coming on TV.
Monday, October 01, 2007
I loved this concerts. I have been to MANY, MANY concerts and actually used to work at them doing EMS (I saw No Doubt when they were an opening band for the Stone Temple Pilots). This concert was amazing. It felt like we were there with a couple hundred friends for a personal jam. It wasn't until Phil started playing with the audience and we turned around to see the other 26,000 people sitting behind us. It was like they weren't even there. It was an incredibly awesome night.
OH and when we left... we pulled out, turned Left, and were out of the parking lot. 1/2 hour after the show ended, we were already home.
Goodnight Genesis. Thanks for another great MEMORY.
Genesis is an English rock band formed in 1967. With approximately 150 million albums sold worldwide, Genesis is among the top 30 highest-selling recording artists of all time. In 1988 the band won a Grammy Award for Best Concept Music Video. Genesis' members have included Peter Gabriel, Mike Rutherford, Tony Banks, Steve Hackett and Phil Collins, all of whom have achieved success as solo artists.
Genesis began as a 1960s pop band playing moody, simple keyboard-driven melodies. During the 1970s they evolved into a progressive rock band and began to incorporate complex song structures and elaborate instrumentation, while their concerts took on a more theatrical tone. This second phase was characterised by lengthy performances such as the twenty-three minute "Supper's Ready" and, in 1974, the concept album The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway. The 1980s saw the band produce more accessible pop music based on melodic hooks; this change of direction gave them their first number one album in the United Kingdom, Duke, and their only number one single in the United States, "Invisible Touch".
Genesis have changed personnel several times. Collins, previously the band's drummer, replaced Gabriel as lead singer in 1975, and was replaced by former Stiltskin singer Ray Wilson for the 1997 album Calling All Stations. Due to the commercial failure of that album, the band announced an indefinite hiatus. In October 2006, Collins, Rutherford and Banks reunited for a world tour