Saturday, August 30, 2003

It figures...

I leave town and it rains like there's no tomorrow...and this after nearly 21 days of triple digit temps (not in a just feels like it!). Of course, there's a hurricane brewing off the coast of the Big Easy...more rain for them. Dang, when I asked Saon to send the rain our way, I didn't think it would be like this!

I'm off to New Orleans!!! Wooooo, cher! I am so outta here!

See ya'll soon....

Gotta Jump!
(and whatta jump!)

Friday, August 29, 2003

Well...he wrote back...

The former co-worker I found last night responded to my email. He left VA in March after his mother passed away. There was really nothing to keep him there after that.

I know what he means. After everything that happened in Virginia, and everything that happened that led up to my divorce, there was really nothing to keep me there, either. I left Massachusetts last December for the same reason. Except for friends, there was nothing to keep me there (that and the fact I had no place to live).

I truly hope that my friend is happy. He deserves to be after all he's been thru. He has talent up the wazoo and apparently, he's using it to its full potential. Maybe I should introduce him to JC. Seems that they could have a lot in common.

But, I have business that I have to tend happiness. I'm leaving tomorrow morning for New Orleans. I can't wait to see Saon again!

Gotta least one more post before I leave, so...MorelaterZ--

Oh is this cool or what???

I think I found an old co worker of mine from when I lived in Norfolk, VA! I decided to plug his name into the Google search engine and came up with a Yahoo! Group that he posts to. I looked up his Yahoo! Profile and voila! it was him...

He now lives in Seattle (no surprise there since he is apparently heavily into RPG gaming and the like). He finally put that art degree from Old Dominion University to good use!

He lists his age as 36...once upon a time, we were the same age LOL!

I wrote him an email. I don't expect to hear from him though. I would be nice if he did write back, but I don't think he will.

So with that, I'm preparing to go to the Big Easy and have fun.

Gotta Jump...MorelaterZ--

Thursday, August 28, 2003

Once again, boys and grrls, it's time for...

the friday five! For the week ending August 29, 2003


1. Are you going to school this year? No.

2. If yes, where are you going (high school, college, etc.)? If no, when did you graduate? High School: 1982; College (2 yr): 1985 (between sons #1 and #2)

3. What are/were your favorite school subjects? English, History, Creative Writing, Literature

4. What are/were your least favorite school subjects? Math

5. Have you ever had a favorite teacher? Why was he/she a favorite? Yes, I had two favorite teachers in High School. One taught English (and I just learned yesterday that he passed away in January) and he was really a cut up, but it was his way of teaching. I found it rather effective. No one got bored in Mr. Beaton's class!; the other taught International Relations, and was ultra cool. He was relatively young, so he just may be teaching for all I know.

Rest in Peace, Mr. Beaton. I wish I had gotten the chance to say Thank You

ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!!!!

Only 2 more days until I head to New Orleans !

I can't wait to see my baby!!!!

oooooo-weeeeeeee, cher!

Wednesday, August 27, 2003

How well do you know your funnies?

Take this Quiz from The New Orleans Channel, aka WDSU Channel 6, and find out!

I got all ten questions correct!

And, yes, I read the funnies first. Beats reading about the latest death count in Iraq first.

Geez, the news of the day is depressing, isn't it?

Tuesday, August 26, 2003

School starts tomorrow!!!


Of course, the kids aren't too thrilled. Except Amalia...she can't wait to go to pre-K! She wants to ride the bus in the worst way!


Monday, August 25, 2003

Tensions are mounting...

and I can't take it anymore.

There isn't enough gas in the van to get Jeff from band practice, because I had to go home and get his band polo shirt and khaki shorts and bring them back to him at school. Then I went to the store and got stuff for dinner, then home. Mom was crabbing about one thing or another. I've noticed that I've lately started to tune her out, just like I did when I was a teenager.

Money's real tight right now. My measly paycheck from when I worked at the OTC on the 15th was all spent by the time Saturday dawned. It went mostly to gas, groceries, and refilling the minutes on my cell phone. Mom's check won't come until the 3rd of September, and the check I'll get on Friday is paying for my bus ticket to New Orleans on Saturday. I need a vacation from this place! It's too damned hot, there's no rain, and I can't really contribute anything to the household except doing chores and crap once in a while. Any money I get has to go to my bills, of which I have many.

I need to see a doctor, or rather, a platoon of doctors for all that ails me. I need medical insurance, and I need a job where I don't sit all day.

I need to get to Saon, and Saturday can't get here fast enough.


Sunday, August 24, 2003

This heat is killin' me...

This is the second Sunday that I've been too tired to do anything. It's this damned Oklahoma heat that's doing me in. I gotta get outta here, even if it's only for a couple of weeks.

I took Jeff to Sea Scouts today, then to the library, then home, then back to Lake Hefner to pick up Jeff. That wore me out. I came home and promptly took a nap.

I talked to Saon a couple of times today. I want to be where he is so badly! My trip has been delayed a day because Daniel can't take me to the bus station on Friday, so I'm leaving Saturday morning instead. I'll get to New Orleans around 6:30 am Sunday. I just wanna be with him, and he wants to be with me.

I wanna get out of here...


Saturday, August 23, 2003

Very interesting...

Dean went to pick up Jeff's school schedule the other day, and while he was there, he picked up Jeff's grades from last semester.

It came as no surprise to me that he passed all his classes. He wouldn't have been allowed to go to Europe if he had failed a class.

Seems that the marching band dictator, er, director made Jeff an alternate last spring and told him that if he did not pass all his classes by the end of the year, then he would be an alternate in the fall. When Jeff went to summer band rehearsals, he was still an alternate. I had a talk with Mr. Sousa (NOT the guy's real name, BTW. I call him that because he acts like the best thing that happened to marching bands since John Phillip Sousa), and he told me all this crap about why Jeff was still an alternate. Until I saw Jeff's grades, I didn't realize that Sousa had no clue as to what Jeff's grades were, as he just assumed that Jeff had failed at least one class. I was told that to be eligible to perform, he had to have a "D" average. Jeff's last report card reflects a "C" average, and thus is eligible to perform.

I think that Sousa owes both Jeff and me an apology. He assumed that Jeff's GPA was in the toilet when in fact it's not. Then he basically lied to me about why Jeff was made an alternate. I honestly now think it's because Sousa just plain doesn't like my son for whatever twisted reason.

You know what happens when you assume, don't you?

I hope Sousa feels like an ass now.

I'm going to have words with that jerk before I go to New Orleans. He'll rue the day he messed with MY kid!

Gotta jump...MorelaterZ

Friday, August 22, 2003

nameandtown, nameandtown, nameandtown...

if you wish to opine...he he he

Thanks, O'Reilly! Thanks a lot :)

the friday 5

the friday five for the week ending August 22, 2003--

1. When was the last time you laughed?
about 5 minutes ago

2. Who was the last person you had an argument with?
my sister

3. Who was the last person you emailed?
my buddy, JC, in Massachusetts

4. When was the last time you bathed?

5. What was the last thing you ate?
4 iced oatmeal cookies

Thursday, August 21, 2003

I have never been able to read minds

(WARNING: rant ahead)

so why am I expected to know what documents to separate from the bundles I work on every day?

The folks at the OTC showed me how to "bundle" the various documents that come into the Tax Commission. For a certain type of state return, I am to separate a particular schedule from the bundle. No one told me this, and today, I was asked to fix the "error" I made.

Wouldn't it be easier to show me the correct way to do things, instead of telling me that they are all done in the same way, then asking me to fix it when it's wrong?

I hate it when supervisors make the people under them do things wrong on purpose, then take great glee in telling them they're doing it wrong just to boost their low confidence in their ability to lead. I am definitely not gong back on Monday. Not because of this so much as the fact that the job is too much stress on my body. I cannot sit in one place for long periods of time without significant pain. Now, I need a doctor to tell Social Security this so I can get disability. I just need to see a doctor, period. (END RANT)

I just got off the phone with Saon. He's buying my ticket to New Orleans tomorrow!! I'll be leaving August 29th. I can't wait!! That's the best news I've gotten all week!!


Just now got online

...for the first time today! And, it's tomorrow already! Sheesh!

I need to get a new puter.

Work at the OTC is still boring, but I like the people I work with. Still, I can't wait to get out of here. I need a friggin vacation!

There was an electrical fire at the OTC building this afternoon, and we had to be evacuated for about an hour. That cut the monotony for the day at least, but we stood outside in the 100 degree Oklahoma heat. Bleh! It may be a factor as to why I fell asleep for about 2 hours after dinner.

Haven't heard from Jeff since he left for Band Camp on Tuesday, so I will assume that all is well.

(I got disconnected from the internet again! Maybe I need a new ISP as well as a new computer!)

Morelaterz...IF my computer is cooperative...*sigh*

Tuesday, August 19, 2003


I'm ready to shoot my computer! It's just friggin slow tonight!

Work at the OTC was okay today, I guess. I can't see myself there forever though. I've decided that if Saon buys my bus ticket on Friday, I won't go back next week; if he doesn't, then I will stay for one more week to get as much spending money I can. I'll temporarily have my mail forwarded to Saon's house so I can get my check as soon as possible.

Saon called while I was at work. Mom told him when I'd be home, but he hasn't called back yet. His own phone won't be hooked up til Thursday, so I'm figuring that since it's late, I probably won't hear from him until tomorrow.

I'm also about ready to shoot my ISP for disconnecting me for the FOURTH time! Grrrrrrrr...

I better get this posted before my PC decides to self destruct.

Gotta jump...MorelaterZ--

Monday, August 18, 2003

Tomorrow, I'll start posting regularly again

With working and getting Jeff to Marching Band practice by 6pm, I haven't been able to read my email and other stuff until real late in the evening, and now I have to get to bed, because Jeff has to be at the school before I have to be at work.

I need to get to New Orleans...the sooner the better. I need a vacation.

Sunday, August 17, 2003

I'm so tired!

I haven't done anything I wanted to get done this weekend. All I've wanted to do is sleep. I can't believe that working that one day at the OTC wore me out this much! I'll be a zombie by next Saturday if that's the case.

I talked to Saon last night. He really wants me to come to N.O....the sooner the better. He won't get paid until Thursday, and even then he may not have enough money left over to buy me a bus ticket. He'll see what he can do, meantime, I need to get some money fast. My pay from the OTC job won't come in fast enough. I need a friggin miracle.

Gotta jump...MorelaterZ--

Friday, August 15, 2003

Fun times at the OTC

Went to my temp job at the OTC this morning. It's pretty much straight data entry, inputting numbers from the state tax returns. Then later in the day, I was "batching", which is getting paperwork, checks and tax schedules ready to be inputted.

Pretty boring, but hell, it's a job that pays money...though I won't see that money until a week from Wednesday. Maybe I can pay for a bus ticket out of Dodge, er, Oklahoma and go to New Orleans.

I go back to the OTC on Monday, and it's "casual dress"...I can wear jeans, tshirts, and sneaks! Woohoo!!

On a more serious note, taking this job reminded me in a rather painful way why I quit working to begin with. There isn't a spot on my body that isn't sore, and that was just from sitting at a desk! That is what fibromyalgia (FMS) does to its sufferers. Certain places on my body, called tender points, hurt when pressed just a little bit. To be diagnosed with FMS, one must have pain from light pressure to 11 of 18 known tender points. When I was diagnosed last summer, I had all 18. On top of all that, I also have rhuematoid arthritis (RA).

I'll work this job for however long they need me, or until I leave for New Orleans, whichever happens first. However, I cannot keep this up indefinitely...I can't have this constant pain rule my life. I really need to get back to a rhuematologist and get this under control.

Right now, I need some Celebrex...

Gotta jump...MorelaterZ--

friday 5ive

the friday five: for the week ending August 15

1. How much time do you spend online each day?
About 4-5 hours a day...really.

2. What is your browser homepage set to?
My ISP's homepage

3. Do you use any instant messaging programs? If so, which one(s)?
I've used several, but MSN and Yahoo are the ones I use most

4. Where was your first webpage located?
Fortune City...I don't even remember the addy

5. How long have you had your current website?
Since early 2001. I've had blogs since 2001, my first being on opendiary

Thursday, August 14, 2003

Trip to the Oklahoma City National Memorial

(I guess it's Thursday now)

I went with Jeff and the band to the Oklahoma City National Memorial yesterday afternoon. We loaded up two school buses in the back parking lot and made the 20 minute trip into town. We got off the buses and gathered under the "Survivors Tree", an approximately 80 year old American Elm which withstood the blast from the truck bomb that blew up the Murrah Building on April 19, 1995. It caught on fire from the burning cars in what was once the parking lot and allowed to burn itself out. Everyone thought it was dead and made plans to cut it down, but the following spring, it leafed out, and it became a symbol of resiliancy. It is this tree that is shown on the logo of the Memorial (see below).

A ranger from the National Park Service gave us a brief, yet detailed, history of the site, the symbolism of the Gates of Time (the eastern gate signifies the moment before the blast, 9:01am; the western gate signifies the moment after the blast, 9:03am), the reflecting pool, which is between the two gates, symbolizes the moment of the blast, 9:02am. It is also a replacement for the street that ran in front of the building.

Beyond the reflecting pool is the Field of Chairs, arranged by where each of the victims were in the 9 story building. They are made of bronze and stone and inscribed with the name of each of the dead. There are two sizes of chairs, large ones for the adults, and 19 small chairs for the children who died.

We then recieved tickets for the museum exhibits, which were stickers, and small groups of us were sent in at a time. Once you are in the exhibition area, it is 6am on April 19, 1995. It began as an ordinary spring day. People were going about their business, getting ready for work, and school. There were plaques on the walls detailing what was happening during a given time frame.

There was no inkling as to what that day would become.

Once you are in the 9am area, you walk into a room where you hear an audio recording of a meeting of the Water Commission. The blast, and the ensuing chaos that followed, could be heard on the tape. A wall lights up with the pictures of the 168 people who died that day.

You exit that room, and walk into a corridor where a newscast is being played, showing the initial damage, and comments from the news people covering the story that day. Then there is an area where videos of survivors are played recalling their feelings, their fears, whether people they knew made it out. Rescue workers recall how they felt while searching for victims, and how rescue workers from many states came to Oklahoma City just to help.

The exhibit of the items found in the rubble was the first place I felt myself get emotional. Personal items such as briefcases, jewelry, clothing, a child's shoe, a bible were all on display. The damage was extensive and devastating.

The exhibit continues down a flight of stairs, and you are in a room where the photos and names of the dead are displayed. It continues into a timeline of the search for more victims, the mind-numbing days that followed, the memorial services, visits by President and Mrs Clinton, Al Gore, and then-Governor Frank Keating and his wife, Cathy. The efforts to rebuild, the fundraising efforts, the competition for a design of the Memorial site, the destruction of the remains of the Murrah Building, and the placement of the chainlink fence that so many people left gifts, messages, mementos, and simple gestures by ordinary folks touch by this tragedy. A section of this fence is part of the Memorial grounds, and people still come by and place things on it. The Park Service estimates that over 60,000 items have been removed from the fence over the years.

At the end of the exhibit, there is a guestbook to sign. There are also markers so that one can sign a wall if they chose to.

Our group met outside near the children's area, a place where there are tiles made by children from all over the USA and sent to Oklahoma City as expressions of hope and sorrow. On the ground, there are three chalkboards where children (and some adults) can write messages, draw pictures, and play with chalk provided by the Memorial staff.

Many in our group wanted to leave something on the fence, so several people (including me and Jeff) left our tickets with our names on them on the fenceposts (since they were adhesive).

The tour is a very interesting, educational, and emotional experience. I will definitely go back sometime. If you are in the Oklahoma City area, either as a resident or visiting on a trip, it's definitely worth seeing. The outdoor area is free and open 24 hours. The inside museum is open Monday-Saturday from 9am to 6pm, and on Sundays 1-6pm. There is an admission charged, but it's pretty reasonable.

"May God Bless Us All"

Wednesday, August 13, 2003

rather eventful

I went to check out the plasma donation thing yesterday, and I got totally lost. I ended up in the rundown side of OKC. Since I was low on gas, I decided that I would go up to Manpower and see if there were any jobs for the rest of this week. They told me that there haven't been too many clerical jobs lately, but would put me on the available list. They called me this morning with a job that starts on Friday. It's in the State Capitol area (Oh great, that place is a friggin maze!)

After I left Manpower, I went into the restroom and called the plasma center, and they gave me directions, but I didn't have the time or inclination, or gasoline for that matter, to go all the way back across town. I'll go on Thursday while I'm out looking for the place I'm working on Friday.

Jeff had to be at Marching Band practise at 6pm, and there was a "mandatory" Band Camp meeting at 7pm. The meeting lasted 2 hours, and it was boring as hell. Then, as I was waiting for Jeff to pack up his horn and come to the car, the parents of another band student were having car trouble and needed a jump. I tried to jump their van, but when they started their engine, all it did was click. Sounded like the starter was shot. That took until about 10pm, then we went home, after getting Mom a pack of cigs and a coffee. Saon had called while I was out, and he asked Mom to have me call him at work when I got home.

I called him when I got home, and he was having dinner. He was the only deckhand there so he'd been busy (for a change). We only talked for about 5 minutes, because he had to go out on a run, but would call me later. I guess the run lasted longer than he thought because he never did call me back.

This morning, I had to take Jeff back to school for another band practise, then afterwards, we're going with the band and some parents to the Bombing Memorial.

More on that later....

Tuesday, August 12, 2003

Now my comments are messed up!

What the hell???

If it ain't one thing, it's another...MorelaterZ--

This is a crazy idea...

I'm seriously considering giving plasma to get some extra pocket money. This is desperation, but also, it's a valuable service, as plasma cannot be duplicated in a lab. One can donate plasma up to twice a week, because it replenishes itself within 24-48 hours.

My ex did this religiously for a couple of years when we were still living in Norfolk, VA. That extra 50 bucks came in handy at times (you don't get the 50 bucks right away, you have to work up to it, at least in the plasma center he went to).

I've been bugging the temp agencies I'm signed up with for work, but they have nothing for me right now. I'll call Manpower in the morning, as they seem genuinely interested in getting me work.

Saon didn't call back like he said he was going to. He called me from his niece's house earlier, and he doesn't have a phone at the house yet. This was the last of his three days off, so tomorrow night, he goes back to work. He's so bored staying home because there is nothing to do there. There's no TV, radio, computer...and save for a bed and a stove, no furniture or appliances. We need to get that taken care of ASAP. I just want to get enough money to get down there so I can see what needs to be done. By the time I get there, Saon will have been paid again, so he'll have some idea what his every-2-weeks paycheck are going to look like.

So, in the meantime, I'll look into the plasma thing, and call the temp places and get me some coin and get my ass to "tha N.O." LOL

Gotta jump....MorelaterZ--

Monday, August 11, 2003

"Out on the road today..."

I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac. Little voice inside my head said Don't look back, you can never look back... --Boys of Summer, Don Henley (NOT The Eagles. My bad.)

The Ataris did a nice cover of this song.

In Other News:

So much for the tricked out 86 Mustang. Saon bought a Chevy S-10 pickup. He called today when Marc and Amalia were here (Tori took Joey and Scott to the doctor for checkups). That's when he told me about the truck. Later, we talked on Mess-up-enger about my coming down there, and all the stuff that needs to be done in the house. I got the addresses of a couple of temp agencies in the Gretna/Marrero/Harvey (aka the Westbank) area that I can contact when I get there.

I took Jeff to Marching Band practice, and I have to go fetch him at 9pm. He has practices 6-9pm Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, and Monday next week. Wednesday, it's from 8am-12noon, then the trip to the OKC National Memorial. This years halftime show is based on the events of April 19, 1995. I've always wanted to see the Memorial, it should be an interesting day.

We come here to remember those who were killed, those who survived and those changed forever. May all who leave here know the impact of violence. May this memorial offer comfort, strength, peace, hope and serenity.

I was going to post a series of rants yesterday, about various things that I found funny or ironic or just plain stupid (like why is J.Lo and Ben on every damned magazine cover, and who cares whether he cheated on her or not?), but I'm going to refine it and post it another time.

Gotta jump...MorelaterZ--

What's wrong with my blog???

It's acting pretty weird today. Maybe it's my computer telling me that I need to either upgrade this thing or get a new PC.

The birthday thing I added last night has the number of days til the next birthday missing, and it's really ticking me off.


Sunday, August 10, 2003

"His breasts are bigger than mine. Do I dump him?"

Give me a break!

Check this out:

"Dear Coco,
For the past two months, I've been dating this guy who is very kind and sweet. We have a lot in common, and in many ways I feel as though I've found my soul mate. I've never laughed so hard with anyone, shared so many similar opinions or felt as though a man cared about me as much as I do when I'm with him. He's perfect in every way but one: He's overweight. I hate to sound superficial, but I have a hard time imagining myself having sex with him. I mean, his breasts are bigger than mine. Should I dump him?
— Squeamish in Seattle"

My answer:

So he's a fat guy, if he is perfect for you in every way but he's overweight, that shouldn't matter. Who you tryin' to impress there girly? Your homegirls? If your friends are really your friends, they'll be happy for you, no matter what the guy looks like.

As for sleeping with him, he may be the most incredible person you've ever been with for all you know. You never know until you try, now do you? I know of where I speak, sister. I have an overweight boyfriend, too, and he is more than I could have ever hoped for in a soulmate. Just remember, weight can be lost, if he chooses to do so. If not, then what concern is it of yours? He's still the same person inside whether he's heavy or thin, isn't he?

Coco's response:

Dear Squeamish,
My dear girl, for all you know, your super-sized lover is a sexual powerhouse. After all, there's a lot more to chemistry than skinny legs and six-pack abs; you could find he has an irresistible technique, agile fingers and other undiscovered assets. Maybe you'll find that your definition of "sexy" can be, well ... broadened.

I've seen skinny guys get fat and fat guys turn skinny, but I've never seen a nasty guy suddenly turn nice. Sexual attraction is an important component of relationships, but attraction to a person's character is what sustains the chemistry in the long haul. If you really think he's "perfect" for you in every other way but one, I suggest you keep an open mind. After all, weight can change; character doesn't.

One cool chick (so she's a cartoon chick, so what?!)

I don't normally get into cartoons, except maybe Pikachu, but there is something about "Kim Possible" I like. She's not portrayed as your typical teenage girl...and she's a redhead! I've seen the show a few times when I was watching with my niece, and it's pretty good. Much better than those annoying Powerpuff Girls!

Kim Possible

That's it! That's what I have...

Bloggers Block!

See today's "Doonesbury" strip for reference. If you don't get Doonesbury where you are, go to

Something's bound to happen today. It's Sunday, and I have to cart Jeff down to Lake Hefner to go to Sea Scouts. I've already been out to get coffee and cigs for Mom.

When I go to New Orleans, Mom will just have to do that herself, huh?

Gotta jump...MorelaterZ--

Saturday, August 09, 2003

Insomnia SUCKS!

Good night.

(PS: the little flying whatsits probably came from the pantry, where something was left to rot. Even though it got cleaned out, it wasn't soon enough.)

Friday, August 08, 2003

This is my current desktop...if this works...

This is my Ragin Cajun:
Tank's Grrl's current desktop


the friday five for the week ending Aug 08, 2003

1. What's the last place you traveled to, outside your own home state/country? Picayune, Mississippi (to visit my boyfriend)

2. What's the most bizarre/unusual thing that's ever happened to you while traveling? I went to California to attend my father's funeral, and the next day, there was an earthquake (I flew out from Boston just in time for an earthquake???)

3. If you could take off to anywhere, money and time being no object, where would you go? To all 50 states by car

4. Do you prefer traveling by plane, train or car? All three actually, but if I had to be there quickly, then flying is the way to go

5. What's the next place on your list to visit? New Orleans!!
(and maybe I'll stay, who knows ;) )

Thursday, August 07, 2003

"Do you want to be my next wife?"

Yes...Is this a serious proposal, I asked.

"Once I get divorced and get my life in order, yes," he said.

Pardon me while I pick my jaw up off the floor.


Saon told me more about the house. It's two story (the bedrooms are upstairs), has one bathroom in need of a new floor, a kitchen that needs a fridge and some repairs to glass doors on the cabinets, and furniture (which he says he can get from yet another cousin).

He's also got his eye on an 86 Mustang, and he described the things he wants to do to "trick it out".

He got a small paycheck tonight, and will be paid every other Thursday. His next payday will be the 21st.

I gotta get some money somewhere. I gotta call Manpower and see if they have work for me next week.

It takes a lot to leave me speechless...and Saon has left me speechless. This is all happening so fast...I gotta take it all in. I'm sure this is what I want, but I'm not going to rush into anything this time. I want to do it right this time.


So, what's new w/ you?

Nothing new here. I had 4 hours of sleep, tried to take a nap and couldn't fall asleep. I've already been out today to get Mom a couple packs of cigs.

I haven't heard from Saon today, but he'll be going to work here in a while, so maybe he'll call me from work sometime tonight. I want to know more about the house. I can't wait to see it. Maybe we'll have some ideas to fix it up if he put our heads together.

MorelaterZ-- if there is anything to write about.

Okay, so I told a li'l white lie...

so sue me.

Insomnia SUCKS!!!!!

I think I'm going to bed early (before 3am anyway...)

but i wanted to wish my ex brother in law, Ron a happy 45th birthday.

Just as an aside: Ron graduated from high school the same year that Saon was that wild or what???


Wednesday, August 06, 2003

Fortune cookie say: Good fortune will shine down on you today...

Saon called a little while ago with some awesome news...he has a house! His godfather owns the house next door to where he was staying, and told Saon he can live there rent free until the house is fixed up some (there are some minor repairs to be made), then Saon would pay his godfather 300.00 a month to live there. The house has three bedrooms, a bathroom and a small living room; all that for $300 a month! WOW!!!

He wants me to come down there for a week or so in a couple of weeks. He'll pay for my ticket there and back, but I won't be seeing much of the Big Easy this trip. More than likely, I'll be seeing the ceiling of the master bedroom...he he he...

(Dat Phan was just on the Tonight Show. I still don't think he's funnier than Ralphie. Dat's imitations of his mother are getting quite old.)

I am so thrilled that things are going Saon's way! A great job, a kickin' place to live, soon to have his fines paid off, and possibly a car in the near future...all that's missing, he says, is ME...

Let me digest this for a couple of days, then I'll have a good idea what I'm looking at. Me and Saon finally together, the way we planned last fall? Is it really going to happen?

One day at a time, Stef...take it one day at a time.

Gotta jump...MorelaterZ--

These little sumbitches are driving me mad!

The nasty little flying whatsits that invaded the house over the last couple days. Jeff forgot to rinse out the milk jug on Sunday, and these little flying whatsits were attracted to the smell of sour milk (I guess), and now they are in to everyfuckingthing. One committed ritual suicide in the boiling water that cooked the corn we had for dinner, and the rest have seemingly found their way up here and are driving me up the bloody wall!

In other news, I'm going to bed.

(it's about fuckin time, don't'cha think?)

Gotta jump...MorelaterZ--

Tuesday, August 05, 2003

The shit hits the fan in Gretna

Saon came to the end of his rope with the people living in the house he was staying in. When I talked to him this afternoon, he was so angry he could feel his ears turning red.

No one in the house, except for Saon, was working. They spend their days drinking and getting high. That's not what Saon is about, and he felt that his cousin and his buddies acted all pissed off because Saon wouldn't conform and do what they liked to do. It finally came to a head and Saon decided that it was time to leave and take his stuff over to another cousin house.

Saon called me later from work and he sounded a lot calmer than he had been when he spoke to me earlier in the day.

He told me that he might not get a car right away and concentrate on getting his license back and getting a place to live. He also wants me to come down to N.O. and move in with him on a trial basis. I could come back to OKC when and if I needed to, then return to N.O. when and if I want.

If I'm going down there, I'm planning to stay.

I truly believe that once we're together, we'll be unstoppable.

Now I have to tell my family. I know at least one person who won't be thrilled to hear this latest news in my life.

Gotta jump...MorelaterZ--

The Last Comic Standing is:

Okay, before I get to that, the 2 hour finale just dragged the results out. Recaps about what happened in the house, what the other comics thought of each other, etc. Finally, the voting of the previous week was revealed:

Tess: 7%
Cory: 12%
Rich: 18%

This left Ralphie and Dat. Each did a set of their material, then the announcement of who the Last Comic Standing would be.

With 35% of the vote, the Last Comic Standing is

Dat Phan

Ralphie got 28% of the vote. It was very close!

Dat now gets an NBC contract, a half hour special on the Comedy Channel, and will appear tomorrow night on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno.

IMHO...Ralphie should have gotten it.


This makes me laugh...

My life is rated R.
What is your life rated?

My blog is rated PG-13 (see above), but my life is rated R!

And why can't I get to my blog, but I can get to BlogThis! ?


Monday, August 04, 2003

Put your hands on the computer and feel the warmth of my sarcasm

From Daily Rotten's site:

They have a link to Hustler publisher Larry Flynt's website which states that there is a so-called "day of prayer" tomorrow at 12:45pm, to pray for the death of Fox News anchor Bill O'Reilly.

Larry Flynt and prayer in the same sentence? I imagine God looking down on Flynt right now thinking, "I don't know this fool!" I'm sure that Lucifer has Ole Larry's pad waiting for him in Hell.

Aw hell...I've been praying for Larry Flynt's demise for years! He's scared of O'Reilly, and this is his way of getting back at the "no spinmeister".

To his credit, there is nothing on O'Reilly's site or Fox News' site about this.

Give us a little credit for brains, Larry, cause you're sitting on yours.

Peace out...O'Reilly rocks!

Those Nawlins people (or at least the ones Saon lives with) are crazy!

Saon started his job last night. He tells me that he worked all of about 2 hours, the rest of the time was spent sitting around waiting for boats to return. He says that he has to be a deckhand for 244 days before he can get his captain's license.

He wants me to come down for a weekend some time after he gets paid! He's going to pay for me to come on the bus, the motel..."I really need to see you, baby," he said. He asked me to look into how much a round trip ticket with a seven day advanced purchase was, and I said, "I think it's $118.00, but I'll look it up on Greyhound's web site when I get home."

He told me to go ahead and do that, and then call him late tomorrow morning to give him the info. I emailed it to him as well.

He was constantly interrupted on the phone by the various relatives/friends who were at the house. They were trash talking each other something awful and listening in, I couldn't help but laugh. These people are crazy! No wonder Saon wants to get out of there. Most of these folks don't even have a job. That was Saon's hook: "Least I have a job, motherfucker!"

I wonder if Saon can go more than five minutes without using profanity? Honestly, I don't think he can.

I want to see him so bad! I can't wait!

Okay, Stef...calm down!

Gotta jump...MorelaterZ--


JC's out of the office until next week!

Took Jeff to the school for his physical/uniform fitting this morning. North's uniforms are way different than the one I wore in my marching band days. There's a piece that could best be described as overalls, then the jacket, then a breastplate over all that! Those poor kids must roast during parades!

I wonder how Saon's first night of work was. I might call him around 1pm and see if he's awake. He got off work at 6am, then had to ride his bike home, which he estimated takes about an hour or so, which would get him home around 7am. After working for 12 hours in a very phyiscal job, I'm sure that he was ready to go to bed.

I'm pretty ready to take a nap...I woke up this morning feeling like I'd been drugged. And the headache...I wonder what that is all about...

Gotta jump...MorelaterZ--

Some decisions (about the book) have been made

(To read some of my notes, go to my Carnyville blog at

I have the names of the two main characters decided upon. They had to be simple and true to the personalities I had created for them.

I have set a goal to finish my research, and start writing the story itself by January. That way I can turn 40 working on a specific goal.

I've also decided that I'm going to start shopping the manuscript around when I'm about half done with it, so that if rewrites are necessary, then they won't be overwhelming.

I still have to figure out how to get an agent who has my best interests in mind, and not on how much money he/she can get out of me. In this regard, I truly am a starving artist.

But first, I have to talk to some honest to God carnies, and not just talk to Saon about the carnival biz. I think I will talk to the folks who are going to do the Oklahoma State Fair in September. Although I'd like to talk to New England based amusement companies (because the story takes place in New England), right now that is financially impossible.

Right now, I have a splitting headache, and I have to take Jeff to school in the morning for his marching band uniform fitting. Why do they make the seniors do everything first? Wouldn't freshmen need to be fitted first because they haven't been before? Besides, I doubt Jeff has grown very much, so he could wear the same uniform.

Um, sorry, just wishful thinking on my part.

Gotta jump...right into the sack...MorelaterZ--

Sunday, August 03, 2003

I wonder...

how Daniel's interview at the car dealership went yesterday? If anyone should be selling cars, it's Daniel. I don't think there is anything about cars that Daniel doesn't know.

Scary thought...Daniel selling cars and not drawing them! LOL

Gotta jump...MorelaterZ--

From Saturday...

I really didn't do anything yesterday, except a run to the store. Since the store is WalMart, I tend to get carried away and do some "window shopping" while I'm there to pick up groceries.

It's time for back to school, and so all the backpacks ans school supplies are out in force, and the summer stuff is now on sale. There's a pair of jeans I was looking at that were kinda cute, and a NASCAR tshirt and sweatpants set I kinda liked, until I saw the back of the pants...they had "NASCAR" written across the butt. Now, seriously...I think that the whole trend of putting slogans and such on the backside of pants and shorts is a bit stupid. The last thing I want is for someone to read something written on my ass. I'm a plus size gal, and my butt is not billboard, for cryin out loud! If it looks stupid on thin gals, then it would look even more stupid on someone my size! I can't wait for that fad to go out of style! Geez!

I tried calling Saon last night, but he wasn't home. The guy who talks like he has a mouthful of marbles answered the phone. I asked him to please tell Saon that I called. Betcha anything Saon never got the message. He starts his job tonight, and I want to wish him luck on his first day, er, night, since he works from 6pm-6am.

I'm taking Jeff to Sea Scouts in a bit. It's a relatively cool day (might get into the low 90's), so it should be nice for sailing.

I had a lengthy conversation with Jon yesterday. He kept talking about this gal he met at Salisbury Beach who works at one of the pizza shops on the strip. She's from Brazil, and she's apparently very nice. Jon kept sending these links so I can see pictures of this chick, but I am just not interested.

What. Ever.

I miss my baby. I want to be with Saon so much, but it'll be worth the wait.

Gotta jump....MorelaterZ--

Saturday, August 02, 2003

Okay, I'm officially bored

I'm in a conversation with Jon. Oh, joy.

I talked to Saon last night. He's telling me he's gotta get out of that house he's staying at. One of his cousins was falling down drunk, and in turn got a teenaged cousin drunk as well. The older cousin was walking around the house with a loaded gun, and Saon told me that if I hear gunshots, to call 911 here and they would connect me to 911 in Gretna.

There were no gunshots, because the cousin passed out somewhere (in the house, I'm assuming). A female relative was bitching at Saon about getting long distance calls, about his not paying his fare share (kinda hard to do with no money), about there not being groceries in the house. Saon offered to call a cab so she could go to the store, or go himself, but she just kept bitching. Then someone else wanted to use the phone, so Saon asked me to call back about midnight.

At about three minutes to midnight, I called back, and the chick who did all the complaining answered, and I asked to speak to Saon. She said, "who?"

"Saon. May I speak with Saon, please?"

"Yeah, hold on..."

I could hear her going, "Saon...Saon, it's that girl again." Saon replied, "that's my girl, you be nice to her." Then,


"Hey there, Saon, it's me again."

He had forgotten he asked me to call back, because he was getting ready to go to bed, but he stayed up to talk to me. It was quiet at the house, so he could talk without all the constant interruptions.

He told me more about his job, how much he expected to get paid, what his plans were for his first paycheck (pay off fines, get his license, buy a car), and looking into renting a room from another cousin who lives closer to his job.

He wants me to come to N.O., perhaps in September or October. Once he has a car, he's going to show me around ("The Westbank Tank Tour of the Big Easy" I called it), take me out on a crab boat on the bayous to see alligators and stuff, have a crab boil. It sounds like a lot of fun and I can't wait, but I must. Saon wants a place to live before he has me visit.

We talked about him getting his GED or taking a correspondance course to get his high school diploma. He really wants to do that, because he told me he had to leave school at 16 because he had no one to take care of him, and he had to work (both his parents are deceased, and he was no longer a ward of the state when he turned 16 in 1992).

He misses me, and I miss him. We want to be together, but we also realize that it can't be this very second. I need to make (and save) some money, and get my life straightened out some. He wants to have a place of his own, and get some stability. Then, when that's all done, we'll seriously talk about the things we want to do as a couple.

I gotta get a job, or some way to get some cash...and fast!

Gotta jump...MorelaterZ--

Caught In The Rain

from the CD Places for Breathing

Is it real?
We're always the same
We're almost alone now
Well, I was caught in the rain
Wasting my time on the ground

Waiting to call
Well, what would you say?
And, can you come over?
Well, I was caught in the rain
Wasting my time on the ground

It was you
Who could get me high
With whatever you say
You're telling me something real

What we do
It doesn't matter now
Whatever it takes
For you to stay with me

Trading thoughts
Across from the room
I saw you surrounded
Well, I was caught in the rain
Wasting my time on the ground

Feeling small
Without an escape
I almost let you down
Well, I was caught in the rain
Wasting my time on the ground

It was you
Who could get me high
With whatever you say
You're telling me something real

What we do
It doesn't matter now
Whatever it takes
For you to stay with me

It was you
Who could get me high
With whatever you say
Telling me something real

What we do
It doesn't matter now
When I was caught in the rain
You made me feel

You made me feel
Made me feel
I was caught in the rain
Wasting my time on the ground

Wasting my time on the ground
I was caught in the rain
Caught in the rain

Friday, August 01, 2003

Forever And For Always

(I just like what these words say.)

Shania Twain, from the CD Up!

In your arms I can still feel the way you
want me when you hold me
I can still hear the words you whispered
when you told me
I can stay right here forever in your arms

And there ain't no way--
I'm lettin' you go now
And there ain't no way--
and there ain't not how
I'll never see that day....

'Cause I'm keeping you
forever and for always
We will be together all of our day
Wanna wake up every
morning to your sweet face--always

Mmmm, baby
In your heart--I can still hear
a beat for every time you kiss me
And when we're apart,
I know how much you miss me
I can feel your love for me in your heart

And there ain't no way--
I'm lettin' you go now
And there ain't now way--
and there ain't no how
I'll never see that day....

[Repeat Chorus]

(I wanna wake up every morning)

In your eyes--(I can still see
the look of the one) I can still see
the look of the one who really loves me
(I can still feel the way that you want)
The one who wouldn't put anything
else in the world above me
(I can still see love for me) I can
still see love for me in your eyes
(I still see the love)

And there ain't no way--
I'm lettin' you go now
And there ain't no way--
and there ain't no how
I'll never see that day....

[Repeat Chorus (2x)]

I'm keeping you forever and for always
I'm in your arms

fri 5

the friday five:

For the week ending August 1st--

1. What time do you wake up on weekday mornings?
Around 9am

2. Do you sleep in on the weekends? How late?
I do sleep late on the weekends-- probably get up around 11am. Occasionally, I'll sleep later than that if I've been out the night before.

3. Aside from waking up, what is the first thing you do in the morning?
Get dressed and go to the bathroom

4. How long does it take to get ready for your day?
About an hour, sometimes less.

5. When possible, what is your favorite place to go for breakfast?
Either Denny's, IHOP, or Jimmy's Egg (a local place near my house)