What happened the year you were born: a blogthings thing
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 10:55 PM
Thursday, December 30, 2004
The $9.00 winter coat
Actually, two of them. One for me and one for my mom. On sale at WalMart.
Mine was a stroke of good luck. Some time ago, I received a WalMart gift card from a friend out of the blue. They realized that they missed my birthday, and sent the card as a way to make up for missing my 40th birthday. I put it in my daytimer and promptly forgot about it, because I got a new daytimer, changed everything over and forgot to move the giftcard. I was going thru some old stuff last night and found it. I didn't even know how much was on it.
When I went to WalMart this morning, I decided to find out how much was on the giftcard. Turns out that there was $10.00 on the card. I thought nothing more about it since I had to do other things at WalMart anyway.
Then I noticed that there were coats on sale and decided to see if there was one or two in my size. I wasn't finding anything that was even close to being able to fit me. I was about to give up when I pulled one off the rack that looked as though it would fit me, even though the hanger tag said "XL". It had no tags on it, so I went looking for the tag sewed into the garment. It was in a pocket, and it was my size! Woohoo! Others I had seen that were identical but in smaller sizes, so I asked a gal who worked there if there was a tag I could show the cashier. She took the info off the garment tag and gave it to me to give to the cashier. I went to check out, and the coat was indeed $9.00! With tax (man, I'm missing my late night trips to WalMart in Salem, NH by this time), it came to $9.70. I had a new coat!
Well, I went home and told Mom that WalMart had coats on sale for $9.00, so of course she wanted to check it out. She ended up buying a coat, too!
Now, if we could just convince Jeff to give up that ratty-looking denim jacket he loves so much...
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
Mine was a stroke of good luck. Some time ago, I received a WalMart gift card from a friend out of the blue. They realized that they missed my birthday, and sent the card as a way to make up for missing my 40th birthday. I put it in my daytimer and promptly forgot about it, because I got a new daytimer, changed everything over and forgot to move the giftcard. I was going thru some old stuff last night and found it. I didn't even know how much was on it.
When I went to WalMart this morning, I decided to find out how much was on the giftcard. Turns out that there was $10.00 on the card. I thought nothing more about it since I had to do other things at WalMart anyway.
Then I noticed that there were coats on sale and decided to see if there was one or two in my size. I wasn't finding anything that was even close to being able to fit me. I was about to give up when I pulled one off the rack that looked as though it would fit me, even though the hanger tag said "XL". It had no tags on it, so I went looking for the tag sewed into the garment. It was in a pocket, and it was my size! Woohoo! Others I had seen that were identical but in smaller sizes, so I asked a gal who worked there if there was a tag I could show the cashier. She took the info off the garment tag and gave it to me to give to the cashier. I went to check out, and the coat was indeed $9.00! With tax (man, I'm missing my late night trips to WalMart in Salem, NH by this time), it came to $9.70. I had a new coat!
Well, I went home and told Mom that WalMart had coats on sale for $9.00, so of course she wanted to check it out. She ended up buying a coat, too!
Now, if we could just convince Jeff to give up that ratty-looking denim jacket he loves so much...
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 9:58 PM
I'm at a loss for words
I've been reading and watching all the news reports of the devastating tsunami that hit in the Indian Ocean areas of Asia over the weekend, and there are no words that can accurately describe how seeing the destruction makes me feel. The massive loss of life and property, the grieving families all over the world...it makes my troubles so small in comparison. I cannot even begin to imagine the horror that people there felt when they realized that they were in danger and that they might not make it out alive. I can't imagine a wave so huge that it wipes out everything in its path. And all this happening with no warning whatsoever.
A couple of years ago, while Saon and I were still with the carnival, we were in a motel room one night watching a program about tidal waves, tsunamis and other catastrophic weather events. We were entranced by the information we were seeing and hearing. I remember that we discussed it long after the show was over.
Years before that, when my family (ex hubby, Daniel and Jeff, and me) were still living in Seal Beach, California, there was something in the media about a "tidal wave" hitting somewhere along the Pacific coast. This had to be 1987 or so, because Jeff was just a little tyke, and Daniel was 3 1/2... Anyway, there were some idiots down at the Seal Beach Pier actually waiting for the tidal wave to hit. I remember thinking at that time how stupid that was, because I knew even then that a tidal wave could conceivably wipe out the entire town of Seal Beach and the cities around it (Long Beach, Los Alamitos, Huntington Beach, etc.)!
But that doesn't even compare to the current situation in the Indian Ocean, with the death toll sure to go beyond 100,000...it even makes one think the endtimes predicted in Revelations is beginning now. That's something that I don't want to think about now, because, frankly, it scares the crap out of me.
All I can do is say prayers for the dead, the living, and everyone involved with the effort to rebuild nearly a dozen countries decimated by this act of God. If I had the money, I'd be sending it to the Red Cross for relief efforts. But all I have to give is my prayers. I pray that that is enough for now.
And that's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
A couple of years ago, while Saon and I were still with the carnival, we were in a motel room one night watching a program about tidal waves, tsunamis and other catastrophic weather events. We were entranced by the information we were seeing and hearing. I remember that we discussed it long after the show was over.
Years before that, when my family (ex hubby, Daniel and Jeff, and me) were still living in Seal Beach, California, there was something in the media about a "tidal wave" hitting somewhere along the Pacific coast. This had to be 1987 or so, because Jeff was just a little tyke, and Daniel was 3 1/2... Anyway, there were some idiots down at the Seal Beach Pier actually waiting for the tidal wave to hit. I remember thinking at that time how stupid that was, because I knew even then that a tidal wave could conceivably wipe out the entire town of Seal Beach and the cities around it (Long Beach, Los Alamitos, Huntington Beach, etc.)!
But that doesn't even compare to the current situation in the Indian Ocean, with the death toll sure to go beyond 100,000...it even makes one think the endtimes predicted in Revelations is beginning now. That's something that I don't want to think about now, because, frankly, it scares the crap out of me.
All I can do is say prayers for the dead, the living, and everyone involved with the effort to rebuild nearly a dozen countries decimated by this act of God. If I had the money, I'd be sending it to the Red Cross for relief efforts. But all I have to give is my prayers. I pray that that is enough for now.
And that's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 12:15 AM
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Remind me to look at this next year at this time and see if any of it came true
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Aquarius 2005 Love Horoscope |
 After the hectic holidays, you're ready for the New Year your way, and you may want to start by giving yourself some space in the realm of romance. Taking a step back from an existing relationship to look at the big picture isn't a bad idea in January -- and those who are single will be firmly in a 'my way or the highway' mode (a good way to sort efficiently through potential partners). By February 8th, you're electrified by a new vision, whether it's one of reconnecting or starting fresh, and you're electrically attractive as well. Your big heart and grand intentions fuel you at the end of March; just be gentle with anyone you're leaving by the wayside. Something (or someone) exciting and new comes your way in the days following April 7th, and your charisma is undeniable. You're far from the herd, and other wild cards are easy to pick out (and pick up); if you're coupled up, take your sweetie with you to unusual places. Get into the social swing of things in May and June, when you'll be rewarded with mind- and heart-expanding connections. The heat of summer might find you slaving away at work instead of enjoying the romantic romps you'd much prefer. Don't get so caught up, however, that you miss the big signals your sweetie or a potential one is sending you -- some progression can occur that's very much to your liking. Schedule hot dates or fabulous getaways around July 21st and August 19th, when your wild appeal is boosted way, way up. Fall usually gives you that itchy feeling that you'd rather be somewhere else, doing something else or perhaps with someone else, and denying it only makes matters worse. Singles can soar through this season, while couples might plan a great escape together. By Thanksgiving you'll be more grounded, and ready to recognize how thankful you are. Get yourself under the mistletoe the weekend of December 23rd, and prepare for a very happy New Year. Where is your relationship heading? Get a peek at your future together with a free Romantic Compatibility Reading! Content provided by Astrology.com © Astrology.com 1996 - 2005
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This is another blogthings thing.
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 2:54 PM
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
If you'll pardon me...
I'm going to wrap myself up in my comforter and go to sleep. Man, I feel like crap! I think this is more than a cold...
And that's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
And that's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 10:10 PM
Monday, December 27, 2004
Um, yeah, okay...
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Vertigo by U2 |
"The night is full of holes Those bullets rip the sky Of ink with gold They twinkle as the boys play rock and roll" In 2004 you partied so hard... you forgot how to count. |
This is pretty right on, except for that part about partying so hard...I might have done that if I had been anywhere but Oklahoma *sigh*
This is another Blogthings thing, BTW.
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This cold is kicking my butt! I've haven't felt like doing anything but sleep. How screwed up is this? To get a good night's sleep, I have to be sick? I haven't even felt like eating all that much. All I really want is stuff to drink and to go back to bed.
Night all!
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 10:44 PM
Sunday, December 26, 2004
Daniel's hair isn't exactly black
Well, it is, but when he gets in the light, it looks blue! Blue black.
The family isn't going to let him live this down. Get 15 people in one room and let the good natured ribbing begin.
Christmas was okay. Not great, but I got thru it without getting all emotional on everyone. Maybe I've just gotten adept at faking it.
We went over to my sister's around 10:30am. Dean's folks and his two sisters would be over later in the afternoon. We opened gifts, and as usual, the boys and Amalia and Joey got great stuff. The stuff I got was good, but it wasn't about what I got.
We had dinner around 6pm after Dean's parents and sisters arrived and they opened their gifts. This is when the good natured ribbing about Daniel's hair began. Daniel's insistance that "it's not blue!" fell on deaf ears. Even Amalia was giving Daniel a hard time (Why is Daniel's hair blue?)!!
Jeff stayed behind to hang with his brothers while I took Mom and myself home. I had caught a wicked cold and just wanted to go to bed.
Just out of curiosity, I checked the called ID on the phone, even though there were no messages. Turns out that Saon had called shortly before 1pm from work. I wondered why he didn't try to call my cell.
Today, I spent the Christmas cash I got on some things I needed, then I took Jeff to the mall so he could spend his Christmas cash. While we were on our way home, Saon called again and Mom told him that I was out, but was expected shortly. He just told her to tell me that he called. So, I don't know if he's planning to call again or what. Damn! I really wanted to talk to him.
I think I'll get to bed early, right after my Britcoms are over. I still feel kinda rough. Damn this cold!
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
The family isn't going to let him live this down. Get 15 people in one room and let the good natured ribbing begin.
Christmas was okay. Not great, but I got thru it without getting all emotional on everyone. Maybe I've just gotten adept at faking it.
We went over to my sister's around 10:30am. Dean's folks and his two sisters would be over later in the afternoon. We opened gifts, and as usual, the boys and Amalia and Joey got great stuff. The stuff I got was good, but it wasn't about what I got.
We had dinner around 6pm after Dean's parents and sisters arrived and they opened their gifts. This is when the good natured ribbing about Daniel's hair began. Daniel's insistance that "it's not blue!" fell on deaf ears. Even Amalia was giving Daniel a hard time (Why is Daniel's hair blue?)!!
Jeff stayed behind to hang with his brothers while I took Mom and myself home. I had caught a wicked cold and just wanted to go to bed.
Just out of curiosity, I checked the called ID on the phone, even though there were no messages. Turns out that Saon had called shortly before 1pm from work. I wondered why he didn't try to call my cell.
Today, I spent the Christmas cash I got on some things I needed, then I took Jeff to the mall so he could spend his Christmas cash. While we were on our way home, Saon called again and Mom told him that I was out, but was expected shortly. He just told her to tell me that he called. So, I don't know if he's planning to call again or what. Damn! I really wanted to talk to him.
I think I'll get to bed early, right after my Britcoms are over. I still feel kinda rough. Damn this cold!
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 9:24 PM
Friday, December 24, 2004
This always makes me cry...
but with our troops still in Iraq and Afghanistan, how could I not post this?
Written by James M. Schmidt, Lance Corporal, Marine Corps in 1987
Merry Christmas, My Friend
Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone.
I had come down the chimney, with presents to give
and to see just who in this home did live
As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind,
a sobering thought soon came to my mind.
For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen.
This was the home of a U.S. Marine.
I'd heard stories about them, I had to see more,
so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.
He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,
Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine.
Was this the hero, of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?
His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan.
I soon understood, this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night,
owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.
Soon around the Nation, the children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year,
because of Marines like this one lying here.
I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.
I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.
He must have awoken, for I heard a rough voice,
"Santa, don't cry, this life is my choice
I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more.
My life is my God, my country, my Corps."
With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep,
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.
Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold,
with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.
I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night,
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure,
said "Carry on, Santa, it's Christmas Day, all secure."
One look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.
And that's all from where I sit. Merry Christmas!
--MorelaterZ--
Written by James M. Schmidt, Lance Corporal, Marine Corps in 1987
Merry Christmas, My Friend
Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone.
I had come down the chimney, with presents to give
and to see just who in this home did live
As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind,
a sobering thought soon came to my mind.
For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen.
This was the home of a U.S. Marine.
I'd heard stories about them, I had to see more,
so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.
He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,
Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine.
Was this the hero, of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?
His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan.
I soon understood, this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night,
owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.
Soon around the Nation, the children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year,
because of Marines like this one lying here.
I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.
I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.
He must have awoken, for I heard a rough voice,
"Santa, don't cry, this life is my choice
I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more.
My life is my God, my country, my Corps."
With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep,
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.
Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold,
with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.
I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night,
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure,
said "Carry on, Santa, it's Christmas Day, all secure."
One look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.
And that's all from where I sit. Merry Christmas!
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 1:02 PM
Well, that's one shopping trip shot to hell
Mom and I were supposed to go shopping today (um, yesterday, seeing's it's after midnight cst here), but my sister had a Christmas shopping emergency. Could I come over and babysit?
Oh, sure, like I have nothing better to do. And, I don't. Mom and I were just going grocery shopping, and that could wait. After going to lunch, Mom really didn't want to anyways.
So I head over to Tori's with Jeff in tow. Seems that Dean forgot to get presents for his folks, so Tori had to go out and buy them. She wasn't real happy with her hubby at that moment.
She leaves at about 1:30pm, and doesn't return until nearly 7pm! During this, I had to rescue my oldest son from his own carelessness (he locked his keys in his car and needed the battery jumped. AAA told him that whoever came to unlock the door wouldn't jump the battery too), and so left Jeff in charge (with my sister's full knowledge). By the time I got up to Daniel's store, the AAA guy was there, unlocking the door. Then, he pulls out this portable battery jumper thingy and jumps Daniel's battery! My trip up there was utterly wasted! So, I head back to my sister's and she's still not home. Oh. Joy.
Meanwhile, my nephew Joey, who had been napping, had awakened while I was gone. Marc changed Joey's diapers and Jeff dressed him. Of course, as soon as Joey figures out by my presence that his mommy isn't home, he becomes Mr. Whiny Butt. When he does manage to sit and watch TV and be quiet, Marc wants to play with him and get him all wound up again.
Amalia is playing on the internet on sites like Barbie.com and Polly Pocket; sites geared towards little girls her age.
Tori finally gets home around 7pm with a car load of groceries. She bought her in-laws gifts, and opened her mail. Dean comes home about this time with yet another turkey or ham from another of his colleagues and a slew of gift bags, presumably from his office staff, other doctors, and patients.
Jeff decides to stay for dinner and I head home after buying Mom cigarettes at 7-11. I end up going out for dinner by myself because Mom had already eaten, not knowing when I'd be home. I went to Denny's, where the gal who was my server said she knew me. That was news to me because I don't go into that Denny's that much, and I don't really know anyone around here.
I had been meaning to call Saon all day to wish him a Merry Christmas, and so when I do get a chance to call him, I get his freaking voicemail. So I left a message, but I don't expect to hear from him until after Christmas, if then.
I'll take stock of all this after the New Year, to see if it's worth it to hold on to this relationship, such as it is. Right now, it looks like we'll never be together. In a way, it makes me sad.
And that's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
Oh, sure, like I have nothing better to do. And, I don't. Mom and I were just going grocery shopping, and that could wait. After going to lunch, Mom really didn't want to anyways.
So I head over to Tori's with Jeff in tow. Seems that Dean forgot to get presents for his folks, so Tori had to go out and buy them. She wasn't real happy with her hubby at that moment.
She leaves at about 1:30pm, and doesn't return until nearly 7pm! During this, I had to rescue my oldest son from his own carelessness (he locked his keys in his car and needed the battery jumped. AAA told him that whoever came to unlock the door wouldn't jump the battery too), and so left Jeff in charge (with my sister's full knowledge). By the time I got up to Daniel's store, the AAA guy was there, unlocking the door. Then, he pulls out this portable battery jumper thingy and jumps Daniel's battery! My trip up there was utterly wasted! So, I head back to my sister's and she's still not home. Oh. Joy.
Meanwhile, my nephew Joey, who had been napping, had awakened while I was gone. Marc changed Joey's diapers and Jeff dressed him. Of course, as soon as Joey figures out by my presence that his mommy isn't home, he becomes Mr. Whiny Butt. When he does manage to sit and watch TV and be quiet, Marc wants to play with him and get him all wound up again.
Amalia is playing on the internet on sites like Barbie.com and Polly Pocket; sites geared towards little girls her age.
Tori finally gets home around 7pm with a car load of groceries. She bought her in-laws gifts, and opened her mail. Dean comes home about this time with yet another turkey or ham from another of his colleagues and a slew of gift bags, presumably from his office staff, other doctors, and patients.
Jeff decides to stay for dinner and I head home after buying Mom cigarettes at 7-11. I end up going out for dinner by myself because Mom had already eaten, not knowing when I'd be home. I went to Denny's, where the gal who was my server said she knew me. That was news to me because I don't go into that Denny's that much, and I don't really know anyone around here.
I had been meaning to call Saon all day to wish him a Merry Christmas, and so when I do get a chance to call him, I get his freaking voicemail. So I left a message, but I don't expect to hear from him until after Christmas, if then.
I'll take stock of all this after the New Year, to see if it's worth it to hold on to this relationship, such as it is. Right now, it looks like we'll never be together. In a way, it makes me sad.
And that's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 12:19 AM
Thursday, December 23, 2004
The word on the street is...
Daniel did dye his hair. I haven't seen it yet because I was taking a nap the whole time he was here yesterday.
Mom and Jeff were not impressed. I wonder how everyone else reacted?
If I can get a picture, I'll post it. I'm still having trouble picturing it in my head. Daniel? With black hair???
I took Jeff over to Thompson's yesterday so he could buy Dean a Christmas gift. I saw this stuffed, plush "Broncho" (UCO's mascot) wearing a shirt that said "UCO", and I thought Joey would like that, but Jeff only brought enough money to get Dean's gift.
I took Jeff home after that and I went to the library. When I got back, I fell asleep for something like three hours.
Today, I think I will call Saon and wish him a Merry Christmas. That is, if I can talk myself into it. I don't want the same reaction from him that I got last time I called him.
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
Mom and Jeff were not impressed. I wonder how everyone else reacted?
If I can get a picture, I'll post it. I'm still having trouble picturing it in my head. Daniel? With black hair???
I took Jeff over to Thompson's yesterday so he could buy Dean a Christmas gift. I saw this stuffed, plush "Broncho" (UCO's mascot) wearing a shirt that said "UCO", and I thought Joey would like that, but Jeff only brought enough money to get Dean's gift.
I took Jeff home after that and I went to the library. When I got back, I fell asleep for something like three hours.
Today, I think I will call Saon and wish him a Merry Christmas. That is, if I can talk myself into it. I don't want the same reaction from him that I got last time I called him.
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 10:20 AM
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
WTF is going on here???
This is the last thing I need right now, to be frustrated over another apparent Blogger snafu.
If you are reading this in IE, and can't see the text of the posts, well, that's what I am frustrated about. Something changed in my template since last night, and I know I didn't do anything to the code. If you can see this message, you're using Netscape or some other browser.
It seems that someone has hacked into my account and messed some stuff up in just MVL. My other blogs don't seem to be similarly affected.
I've written to Blogger Support, but I know I will have to wait for an answer. And right now, my patience is running a bit thin.
I wish I knew how to do this myself, write code that is. I have all these great ideas for a custom template, but I have no clue as to implement them.
But that's another subject for another day.
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
If you are reading this in IE, and can't see the text of the posts, well, that's what I am frustrated about. Something changed in my template since last night, and I know I didn't do anything to the code. If you can see this message, you're using Netscape or some other browser.
It seems that someone has hacked into my account and messed some stuff up in just MVL. My other blogs don't seem to be similarly affected.
I've written to Blogger Support, but I know I will have to wait for an answer. And right now, my patience is running a bit thin.
I wish I knew how to do this myself, write code that is. I have all these great ideas for a custom template, but I have no clue as to implement them.
But that's another subject for another day.
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 2:13 PM
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
"What color do you want to dye your hair?"
We had Amalia and Joey here today. A stomach virus is making the rounds over at my sister's, and my niece and nephew just got over it. Now, Scott and Dean have it, Marc somehow being spared.
Looks like it's made its way here, too. Jeff got sick today, and I'm not feeling so great myself. Jeff jas thrown up, and I've just had an upset stomach, headache, and achiness.
Daniel came over after work and announced that he wants to dye his hair black (his natural color is light brown). He's doing it, he says, purely for the shock value. He washed his hair and got it cut, but after reading the directions to the dye he bought at work, I convinced him to take the allergy test and wait until at least tomorrow.
Later, I went with him back to the supermarket and got some of the things that I couldn't find at WalMart, then we came home. Boy, I could get all the exercise I need if I just hang out with Daniel for an hour, trying to keep up with his long legged 6'2" frame. Man, that kid takes some huge steps!
I'm still trying to picture Daniel with black hair...and it's not working!
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
Looks like it's made its way here, too. Jeff got sick today, and I'm not feeling so great myself. Jeff jas thrown up, and I've just had an upset stomach, headache, and achiness.
Daniel came over after work and announced that he wants to dye his hair black (his natural color is light brown). He's doing it, he says, purely for the shock value. He washed his hair and got it cut, but after reading the directions to the dye he bought at work, I convinced him to take the allergy test and wait until at least tomorrow.
Later, I went with him back to the supermarket and got some of the things that I couldn't find at WalMart, then we came home. Boy, I could get all the exercise I need if I just hang out with Daniel for an hour, trying to keep up with his long legged 6'2" frame. Man, that kid takes some huge steps!
I'm still trying to picture Daniel with black hair...and it's not working!
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 9:22 PM
Monday, December 20, 2004
"Ghetto"
The answer to the question asked in this post, in response to a inquiry in my referrers list.
And I didn't need Saon's help after all. Boy, the internet is friggin great!
--MorelaterZ--
And I didn't need Saon's help after all. Boy, the internet is friggin great!
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 8:39 PM
Sadly, nothing about my ex has changed
From my post on this day last year: It's Jon's birthday...big whoop! He's 44 going on 12...how sad!
Only now, he's 45 and hasn't changed a bit. But does he examine his life? No. Because he's convinced that he's done everything right and that everyone else is wrong. If he's done everything right, why is he so far behind on the child support? Why do his (adult) children want nothing to do with him? Why doesn't he have any real friends?
Granted, I haven't been perfect either, and I'm the first to admit it. I'm also the first to admit that I have made some pretty major mistakes in my life, and I am trying to rectify those as best I can. Jon has done nothing to fix the things in his life that are not working, but he's too damn stubborn and too damn convinced that he's right about everything.
Perhaps when he stops living in that fantasy world of his, I might have a little respect for him. But right now, I don't. His word is worthless, his motives are suspect, and his morals are in the gutter. The #1 person in Jon's life is ...Jon! If it's good for Jon, then everyone and everything else can go to hell on a sled.
And if he ever reads this, he'll deny everything and blame it on me. Earth to Jon: I speak the truth. Can you say the same?
I didn't think so.
And that's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
Only now, he's 45 and hasn't changed a bit. But does he examine his life? No. Because he's convinced that he's done everything right and that everyone else is wrong. If he's done everything right, why is he so far behind on the child support? Why do his (adult) children want nothing to do with him? Why doesn't he have any real friends?
Granted, I haven't been perfect either, and I'm the first to admit it. I'm also the first to admit that I have made some pretty major mistakes in my life, and I am trying to rectify those as best I can. Jon has done nothing to fix the things in his life that are not working, but he's too damn stubborn and too damn convinced that he's right about everything.
Perhaps when he stops living in that fantasy world of his, I might have a little respect for him. But right now, I don't. His word is worthless, his motives are suspect, and his morals are in the gutter. The #1 person in Jon's life is ...Jon! If it's good for Jon, then everyone and everything else can go to hell on a sled.
And if he ever reads this, he'll deny everything and blame it on me. Earth to Jon: I speak the truth. Can you say the same?
I didn't think so.
And that's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 12:15 AM
Sunday, December 19, 2004
God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay
I have got to get out of here! This was a little too close for comfort.
I took Jeff to the mall earlier so that he could get something with the money his other grandmother (Jon's mom) sent him for Christmas. He got yet another Anime/Manga/whatever the hell it's called book. I just looked around the mall wishing I had money to get stuff for my family and myself.
We parked in a pretty good spot. We got out of the van and walked not 5 steps when another car closer to the door pulled out of its parking space. I handed the key to Jeff and told him to drive the van up to that parking space. I stood in the space to "save" it. Jeff parked the van in the space after I moved, then we went into the mall.
About an hour and some later, we come back out to the van and see that the section where we had originally parked was roped off by police crime scene tape! Jeff and I went to go see what was up, and it looked at first glance that someone got hit by a car (the person wasn't there, having been taken off to the hospital just a few minutes before). A sheriff's deputy asked if there was anything he could help us with, and I asked him what happened. Well, someone got shot, and all the cars that were within the perimeter of the yellow tape weren't going anywhere anytime soon. Good thing we had moved when a new space opened up, or we might yet still be there waiting to go home.
There is just way too much crime here! Every night on the news, someone is getting killed, or beat up, or raped...a litany of debauchery played out on the local news. Oh. Joy. We're in the middle of the Bible belt, for cryin out loud! But-- gangs, drug dealers, prostitutes, meth labs, etc. abound in OKC!! Someone gets shot or stabbed all the time here. It's all just too much sometimes.
Not even Lawrence was this bad!
I just want to get out of here. The sooner, the better.
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
Updated 11:48am on 12.20.04. Links are to article about this incident.
I took Jeff to the mall earlier so that he could get something with the money his other grandmother (Jon's mom) sent him for Christmas. He got yet another Anime/Manga/whatever the hell it's called book. I just looked around the mall wishing I had money to get stuff for my family and myself.
We parked in a pretty good spot. We got out of the van and walked not 5 steps when another car closer to the door pulled out of its parking space. I handed the key to Jeff and told him to drive the van up to that parking space. I stood in the space to "save" it. Jeff parked the van in the space after I moved, then we went into the mall.
About an hour and some later, we come back out to the van and see that the section where we had originally parked was roped off by police crime scene tape! Jeff and I went to go see what was up, and it looked at first glance that someone got hit by a car (the person wasn't there, having been taken off to the hospital just a few minutes before). A sheriff's deputy asked if there was anything he could help us with, and I asked him what happened. Well, someone got shot, and all the cars that were within the perimeter of the yellow tape weren't going anywhere anytime soon. Good thing we had moved when a new space opened up, or we might yet still be there waiting to go home.
There is just way too much crime here! Every night on the news, someone is getting killed, or beat up, or raped...a litany of debauchery played out on the local news. Oh. Joy. We're in the middle of the Bible belt, for cryin out loud! But-- gangs, drug dealers, prostitutes, meth labs, etc. abound in OKC!! Someone gets shot or stabbed all the time here. It's all just too much sometimes.
Not even Lawrence was this bad!
I just want to get out of here. The sooner, the better.
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
Updated 11:48am on 12.20.04. Links are to article about this incident.
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 3:17 PM
Saturday, December 18, 2004
Grrrr! I hate feeling like this!
I feel like I'm gonna jump outta my skin. I don't know why I am feeling this way today. And if I'm not feeling jumpy, I'm on the verge of tears for no reason.
I think I'll take a nap. Maybe that'll help me feel better.
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
I think I'll take a nap. Maybe that'll help me feel better.
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 4:43 PM
Friday, December 17, 2004
Yeah, right...like I got anything done today
Man, I am hurtin' now! Just what I wanted for Christmas: an FMS flare.
I took Jeff back to UCO to sell his books back. He was only able to sell one book back. Guess how much they paid him for this $50 book? SIX DOLLARS, that's how much! They wouldn't take back the other books for various and sundry reasons, so I offered to sell them on Amazon.com. (Attention college students: need a copy of Out of Many for next term? Click on the link)
I spent most of the morning on the phone making long distance calls to take care of my little DL problem. As of now, it looks like part of it is solved. That's $45 I don't have to worry about. Only $270.22 more to go. Yay.
I then drove my mom to Target to do some shopping. We ate at Denny's first, then headed over to Target. It was (to Mom's surprise) not that crowded. She picked up a few things for the kids, then we went home. Jeff wanted to go to the mall, but I was too tired to drive him there.
I sold another book at Amazon.com today, two hours after I listed it! Damn! That's another $11 for me! So I have to mail it out tomorrow morning because Amazon requires that any books I sell have to be mailed out within 48 hours.
I think I have just about decided to attempt yet another diet. I asked my sister about the South Beach Diet because she had lost about 25 lbs on it earlier this year. She explained how it was different from Atkins, but I don't think I'm going to go that route quite yet. I'm going to try and cut out the things I think I are the problems in my current diet. Too much caffeine, chocolate, sugar, pasta, fat, and not enough exercise, sleep or green leafy vegetables.
Tomorrow, I'm going to go to the library and get some errands run. I have to print out the packing slip for the book I sold because I don't have a working printer here at home, and it's really too far to drive all the way out to my sister's to use Dean's printer just for that.
And that's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
I took Jeff back to UCO to sell his books back. He was only able to sell one book back. Guess how much they paid him for this $50 book? SIX DOLLARS, that's how much! They wouldn't take back the other books for various and sundry reasons, so I offered to sell them on Amazon.com. (Attention college students: need a copy of Out of Many for next term? Click on the link)
I spent most of the morning on the phone making long distance calls to take care of my little DL problem. As of now, it looks like part of it is solved. That's $45 I don't have to worry about. Only $270.22 more to go. Yay.
I then drove my mom to Target to do some shopping. We ate at Denny's first, then headed over to Target. It was (to Mom's surprise) not that crowded. She picked up a few things for the kids, then we went home. Jeff wanted to go to the mall, but I was too tired to drive him there.
I sold another book at Amazon.com today, two hours after I listed it! Damn! That's another $11 for me! So I have to mail it out tomorrow morning because Amazon requires that any books I sell have to be mailed out within 48 hours.
I think I have just about decided to attempt yet another diet. I asked my sister about the South Beach Diet because she had lost about 25 lbs on it earlier this year. She explained how it was different from Atkins, but I don't think I'm going to go that route quite yet. I'm going to try and cut out the things I think I are the problems in my current diet. Too much caffeine, chocolate, sugar, pasta, fat, and not enough exercise, sleep or green leafy vegetables.
Tomorrow, I'm going to go to the library and get some errands run. I have to print out the packing slip for the book I sold because I don't have a working printer here at home, and it's really too far to drive all the way out to my sister's to use Dean's printer just for that.
And that's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 10:23 PM
Sometime today, I hope
I'll actually get to the library and run some errands. I've watched my nephew for two days in a row, and today I'm taking Jeff to school so he can sell back some of his books, then taking Mom to Kohl's to shop.
No rest for the wicked, I guess. LOL
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
No rest for the wicked, I guess. LOL
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 10:21 AM
Thursday, December 16, 2004
I thought this name sounded familiar...
This article ("Painting is perfect ending", December 15th online edition) from the Eagle-Tribune in Lawrence, Massachusetts, I found rather interesting. I had heard the name Susan Paradis before. She is an illustrator who has written children's books. She was also the art teacher at Havehill High School for many years. As this article states:
For years, Susan taught art at Haverhill High School. Her students ranged from Copley master Mark Hayden to spooky metal rocker Rob Zombie.
Another of Ms. Paradis' students: my friend JC. It's from him that I first heard her name. He holds her in high regard, and I think he still corresponds with her.
If you want to read the whole article, you will have to go to the Eagle-Tribune website and search for the article.
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
For years, Susan taught art at Haverhill High School. Her students ranged from Copley master Mark Hayden to spooky metal rocker Rob Zombie.
Another of Ms. Paradis' students: my friend JC. It's from him that I first heard her name. He holds her in high regard, and I think he still corresponds with her.
If you want to read the whole article, you will have to go to the Eagle-Tribune website and search for the article.
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 10:35 PM
"You didn't just hang up on me"
Saon called me again today. I was on my way home from my sister's (again) when my cell phone rang. Saon asked what I was doing and I told him that I was driving home from my sister's. He said he'd call me after I got home. No sooner did I hang up with him, then my mom called, telling me that Saon called the house.
Saon did call back shortly after 6pm, and we talked for about 15 minutes. Then I heard his dog barking in the background. Then I heard a dial tone. "Oh, no," I said aloud, "you didn't just hang up on me!"
I called him back a few minutes later on his cell phone, and he was a bit annoyed. I asked why he hung up on me, and he said he didn't realize he had, because when he came back to the phone, I was gone. He said he'd call me back later. That's usually Saon-speak for he'll call me back when he's damn good and ready to. Whether he calls tonight or he calls some other day is entirely up to him. I can't worry about it anymore.
I'm not going to call him anymore if he's going to be annoyed at me for interrupting him. This is what I fear every time I call him.
I wish I knew what was going on in his head. And sometimes, I'm glad I don't. I've given him my heart, and I don't understand why he keeps pushing me away. What is he so afraid of? Why does he hate himself so much?
I don't think even he has the answers to those questions.
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
Saon did call back shortly after 6pm, and we talked for about 15 minutes. Then I heard his dog barking in the background. Then I heard a dial tone. "Oh, no," I said aloud, "you didn't just hang up on me!"
I called him back a few minutes later on his cell phone, and he was a bit annoyed. I asked why he hung up on me, and he said he didn't realize he had, because when he came back to the phone, I was gone. He said he'd call me back later. That's usually Saon-speak for he'll call me back when he's damn good and ready to. Whether he calls tonight or he calls some other day is entirely up to him. I can't worry about it anymore.
I'm not going to call him anymore if he's going to be annoyed at me for interrupting him. This is what I fear every time I call him.
I wish I knew what was going on in his head. And sometimes, I'm glad I don't. I've given him my heart, and I don't understand why he keeps pushing me away. What is he so afraid of? Why does he hate himself so much?
I don't think even he has the answers to those questions.
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 9:45 PM
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
"You couldn't call to let us know you're okay?"
Daniel rolled in here this morning at about 7:30am. He was stone cold sober. He was really tired because he and his buds stayed up all night drinking and goofing off. He decided that he didn't like tequila, but that orange flavored Bacardi stuff was okay. He wasn't impressed with Budweiser. I'd say that he'd probably not want to do that again anytime soon, but that's entirely up to him.
He ended up sleeping most of the day.
Tori called and asked if I could come over to her house at 2pm to watch Joey while she took Scott and Marc to the dentist, as Joey tore up the dentist's waiting area the last time he was there on Monday when Amalia had an appointment. I told her I would and headed over there around 1:30pm. When I got there, Joey was already asleep, and stayed asleep the entire three hours I was there. After about an hour, Dean came home, then Amalia came home on the school bus shortly after that.
Before I went to my sister's, Jon called me. He was wondering about whether Marc and Daniel had gotten the message he left wishing them a happy birthday. Then he asked how they each felt about turning 11 and 21 respectively. I told him I didn't know.
Talking to Jon tends to run up my blood pressure or something, because I could feel myself get mad while I was talking to him. Jon has this impression of himself as the victim of a vindictive ex wife (yours truly). If getting him to pay child support for 4 children he helped bring into this world is being vindictive, then I'm guilty as charged. Jon called it my "being not nice" to him, and that he would be more inclined to help me if I were nicer to him. Well, I'm sorry, it's not about me, it's about your kids, you fantasy world dwelling slacker extraordinaire! I think I'm entitled to ask him to help support his children. Then he says that he's having trouble finding work in the tech field for which he was trained.
Well, if you look at him, he is a mess: long stringy hair, bad teeth from lack of care, overweight...if I were a hiring manager, I wouldn't hire him either, even if he does clean himself up. I don't care how qualified you are for a position, if you don't present yourself in a professional manner nobody's going to hire you. It's as simple as that, duh!
I asked him if given the choice of getting a good paying job if he cuts his hair, or working at Bevie B's for the rest of his life, he said he'd choose to keep his hair long because other people in his field of expertise have long hair. What he fails to realize is that even those people more than likely had short hair when they were hired. Jon thinks he's so smart, but he's not. He'll be 45 years old on December 20th, and he still thinks like a 12 year old. Oh, poor me, the victim; Oh, my evil and vindictive ex wife, hounding me for money...
Oh, please! Grow the fuck up already!
Nobody there in Mass. has any real respect for him. Jon actually thinks he has friends, but they only hang around with him out of pity, I'm sure. He tries to get people to see things his way, and they're not buying it. Since most of them also know me, they don't believe his poor, poor pitiful me crap. I've had more than one person tell me that they don't believe anything Jon says about me, because most of the time, it's not true. They actually email me and ask!
I've spent way too much time ranting about the ex again. Jon's behavior shouldn't bother me, but it does. Jon's unreliability shouldn't suprise me, either, but it does. Part of me wants to believe him. My mom was right, I grew up. Jon never has. I should just let him sink or swim. He made his bed...
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
He ended up sleeping most of the day.
Tori called and asked if I could come over to her house at 2pm to watch Joey while she took Scott and Marc to the dentist, as Joey tore up the dentist's waiting area the last time he was there on Monday when Amalia had an appointment. I told her I would and headed over there around 1:30pm. When I got there, Joey was already asleep, and stayed asleep the entire three hours I was there. After about an hour, Dean came home, then Amalia came home on the school bus shortly after that.
Before I went to my sister's, Jon called me. He was wondering about whether Marc and Daniel had gotten the message he left wishing them a happy birthday. Then he asked how they each felt about turning 11 and 21 respectively. I told him I didn't know.
Talking to Jon tends to run up my blood pressure or something, because I could feel myself get mad while I was talking to him. Jon has this impression of himself as the victim of a vindictive ex wife (yours truly). If getting him to pay child support for 4 children he helped bring into this world is being vindictive, then I'm guilty as charged. Jon called it my "being not nice" to him, and that he would be more inclined to help me if I were nicer to him. Well, I'm sorry, it's not about me, it's about your kids, you fantasy world dwelling slacker extraordinaire! I think I'm entitled to ask him to help support his children. Then he says that he's having trouble finding work in the tech field for which he was trained.
Well, if you look at him, he is a mess: long stringy hair, bad teeth from lack of care, overweight...if I were a hiring manager, I wouldn't hire him either, even if he does clean himself up. I don't care how qualified you are for a position, if you don't present yourself in a professional manner nobody's going to hire you. It's as simple as that, duh!
I asked him if given the choice of getting a good paying job if he cuts his hair, or working at Bevie B's for the rest of his life, he said he'd choose to keep his hair long because other people in his field of expertise have long hair. What he fails to realize is that even those people more than likely had short hair when they were hired. Jon thinks he's so smart, but he's not. He'll be 45 years old on December 20th, and he still thinks like a 12 year old. Oh, poor me, the victim; Oh, my evil and vindictive ex wife, hounding me for money...
Oh, please! Grow the fuck up already!
Nobody there in Mass. has any real respect for him. Jon actually thinks he has friends, but they only hang around with him out of pity, I'm sure. He tries to get people to see things his way, and they're not buying it. Since most of them also know me, they don't believe his poor, poor pitiful me crap. I've had more than one person tell me that they don't believe anything Jon says about me, because most of the time, it's not true. They actually email me and ask!
I've spent way too much time ranting about the ex again. Jon's behavior shouldn't bother me, but it does. Jon's unreliability shouldn't suprise me, either, but it does. Part of me wants to believe him. My mom was right, I grew up. Jon never has. I should just let him sink or swim. He made his bed...
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 7:51 PM
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Twenty-one...yikes!
This is the day (yeah I know it's almost over). Daniel's 21st birthday. Right now, he's out with his buds doing God knows what. I just hope he comes back in somewhat decent shape. Tomorrow is his day off, so if he is a little hungover, then he'll be able to sleep it off. I'm hoping against hope that he'll discover that drinking isn't that big a deal and not make a habit of it.
Meanwhile, I'm hoping he comes home soon.
Happy Birthday, Daniel. Love, Mom.
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That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
Meanwhile, I'm hoping he comes home soon.
Happy Birthday, Daniel. Love, Mom.
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That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 9:25 PM
Monday, December 13, 2004
Milestones
Earlier today, my 10,000th visitor came to visit MVL. Wow! I wish I knew who it was...
Saon called this evening and we had a nice chat. Two years after he had his driver's license suspended (before I met him), he recently got his Louisiana driver's license! He sounds like he's coming down with a cold, he's got his dog, Blue, there in N.O. with him, he's buying a truck and checking out insurance rates. He tells me that he's looking to move into his own place by March. Then, maybe we'll talk about my coming down there. We'll see.
Daniel will be 21 tomorrow...now that's a milestone!!
One year ago, we found and captured Saddam Hussein. Today, Scott Peterson was sentenced to death for the murders of his wife, Laci, and their unborn son, Connor.
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BTW-- I found the molasses at last! Go me! LOL
That's all from where I sit...
--MorelaterZ--
Saon called this evening and we had a nice chat. Two years after he had his driver's license suspended (before I met him), he recently got his Louisiana driver's license! He sounds like he's coming down with a cold, he's got his dog, Blue, there in N.O. with him, he's buying a truck and checking out insurance rates. He tells me that he's looking to move into his own place by March. Then, maybe we'll talk about my coming down there. We'll see.
Daniel will be 21 tomorrow...now that's a milestone!!
One year ago, we found and captured Saddam Hussein. Today, Scott Peterson was sentenced to death for the murders of his wife, Laci, and their unborn son, Connor.
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BTW-- I found the molasses at last! Go me! LOL
That's all from where I sit...
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 9:31 PM
In search of...
molasses...?
(Anyone remember that show from the 70's called In Search of... with -I think- Leonard Nimoy? I loved that show!)
I'm going to the store in a few to find some molasses for Mom so she can make a pork roast for dinner. The molasses is for the glaze, and I couldn't find it the other night when I went bacause WalMart was doing their restocking at the time and they had pallets in every blessed aisle.
Daniel told me not too long ago that after he turns 21 tomorrow, he can be trained to run a forklift at the supermarket where he works. He says that he can get the pallets off the high shelves without asking someone to do it for him. Being able to run a forklift can be a valuable skill, don't you think?
Well, I'm off to find molasses...please don't make me go to Vermont for it-- I might not come back! :Þ
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
(Anyone remember that show from the 70's called In Search of... with -I think- Leonard Nimoy? I loved that show!)
I'm going to the store in a few to find some molasses for Mom so she can make a pork roast for dinner. The molasses is for the glaze, and I couldn't find it the other night when I went bacause WalMart was doing their restocking at the time and they had pallets in every blessed aisle.
Daniel told me not too long ago that after he turns 21 tomorrow, he can be trained to run a forklift at the supermarket where he works. He says that he can get the pallets off the high shelves without asking someone to do it for him. Being able to run a forklift can be a valuable skill, don't you think?
Well, I'm off to find molasses...please don't make me go to Vermont for it-- I might not come back! :Þ
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 11:09 AM
Sunday, December 12, 2004
Daniel's early bday bash at Olive Garden (again)
Daniel loves fettuchine alfredo... if it has alfredo sauce, he's all over it. He also loves going to Olive Garden for his annual birthday dinner. So this is where the family went this afternoon for a pre birthday celebration; Daniel's actual birthday is Tuesday.
Scott was acting like an idiot. He has this thing for sugar packets, which, frankly, drives me up a tree. He's being his typical teenage self: a pain in the butt. Scott also talks a blue streak, and so the nice entree he ordered was barely touched and he ended up taking most of it home.
Marc got a whole pizza for himself! It wasn't big like what one would get from, say, Dominoes, but it was big enough. Marc was jazzed that he even got a spatula to serve it with!
Jeff is another creature of habit. At Olive Garen, he always orders the lasagna. He didn't finish his dinner either. And as sure as I'm sitting here, Jeff will want to go to Spaghetti Warehouse for his birthday. Fortunately, his birthday isn't til the end of March.
I was observing the scene, not only at the table where I sat, but at a couple of nearby tables as well. There was this one woman who came in with her family. She had on a red and white striped sweater with the University of Oklahoma logo on it. Her purse also had the OU logo. Ya think maybe that she attended OU at some point? Naaaah! LOL...
We all managed to stuff ourselves, then Mom and I went home while Jeff went with everyone else to Dean and Tori's. I thought I might go out later, so I left the garage door open (i ended up not going anywhere and forgot the garage door was still open). When Jeff and Daniel came back later, they startled a cat who had seemingly made his/herself at home in the back seat of my non-operational Beretta.
Speaking of cats, here's that pic of Columbus (aka Dum-Dum) at 6 months of age. Click on the pic to see the fullsize one hosted at photobucket.com.
That's all from where I sit...
--MorelaterZ--
Scott was acting like an idiot. He has this thing for sugar packets, which, frankly, drives me up a tree. He's being his typical teenage self: a pain in the butt. Scott also talks a blue streak, and so the nice entree he ordered was barely touched and he ended up taking most of it home.
Marc got a whole pizza for himself! It wasn't big like what one would get from, say, Dominoes, but it was big enough. Marc was jazzed that he even got a spatula to serve it with!
Jeff is another creature of habit. At Olive Garen, he always orders the lasagna. He didn't finish his dinner either. And as sure as I'm sitting here, Jeff will want to go to Spaghetti Warehouse for his birthday. Fortunately, his birthday isn't til the end of March.
I was observing the scene, not only at the table where I sat, but at a couple of nearby tables as well. There was this one woman who came in with her family. She had on a red and white striped sweater with the University of Oklahoma logo on it. Her purse also had the OU logo. Ya think maybe that she attended OU at some point? Naaaah! LOL...
We all managed to stuff ourselves, then Mom and I went home while Jeff went with everyone else to Dean and Tori's. I thought I might go out later, so I left the garage door open (i ended up not going anywhere and forgot the garage door was still open). When Jeff and Daniel came back later, they startled a cat who had seemingly made his/herself at home in the back seat of my non-operational Beretta.
Speaking of cats, here's that pic of Columbus (aka Dum-Dum) at 6 months of age. Click on the pic to see the fullsize one hosted at photobucket.com.
That's all from where I sit...
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 11:45 PM
Saturday, December 11, 2004
Wheeeeeeels!
The van's fixed! Now we can get from point A to point B.
Now if I can just get the Beretta fixed...but that's all on me. I don't have the $$ to do that right now.
I miss my wheels. I'd have been out of here 18 months ago if the Beretta hadn't crapped out on me. I have to get out of here.
--MorelaterZ--
Now if I can just get the Beretta fixed...but that's all on me. I don't have the $$ to do that right now.
I miss my wheels. I'd have been out of here 18 months ago if the Beretta hadn't crapped out on me. I have to get out of here.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 9:44 PM
Friday, December 10, 2004
Van-less
Dean and Daniel took the van over to Harrah to get fixed on Wednesday, so for the time being, we have no wheels that work. Sometime tonight, Daniel is going to have to take me to the store so I can get some groceries to get thru the weekend.
This weekend we have yet another birthday to celebrate. Daniel's birthday isn't til Tuesday, but we're going to have a party on Sunday (Daniel thinks). He wants to go to Olive Garden (again!). I can't believe this kid's going to be 21 years old! What happened to the kid who wanted to go to school when he was three because all his friends were in school already?
He's almost 21 and works at the supermarket. *Sigh*
Man, I wish I knew when the van would be done!
--MorelaterZ--
This weekend we have yet another birthday to celebrate. Daniel's birthday isn't til Tuesday, but we're going to have a party on Sunday (Daniel thinks). He wants to go to Olive Garden (again!). I can't believe this kid's going to be 21 years old! What happened to the kid who wanted to go to school when he was three because all his friends were in school already?
He's almost 21 and works at the supermarket. *Sigh*
Man, I wish I knew when the van would be done!
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 9:26 PM
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Artist: Green Day
CD: American Idiot (2004)
I walk a lonely road
The only one I that have ever known
Don't know were it goes
But its home and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Blvd. of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find
Till then I'll walk alone
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line of the edge
And where I walk alone
Read between the lines of what's
Fucked up and every things all right
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find
Till then I'll walk alone
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
I walk this empty street
On the Blvd. of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a..
My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find
Till then I'll walk away!
CD: American Idiot (2004)
I walk a lonely road
The only one I that have ever known
Don't know were it goes
But its home and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Blvd. of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find
Till then I'll walk alone
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line of the edge
And where I walk alone
Read between the lines of what's
Fucked up and every things all right
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find
Till then I'll walk alone
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
I walk this empty street
On the Blvd. of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a..
My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find
Till then I'll walk away!
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 11:47 PM
Knights in White Satin --Moody Blues
(just because)
Knights in white satin, never reaching the end
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed, with these eyes before,
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you, oh how I love you.
Gazing at people, some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going through, they can't understand.
Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.
And I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
Knights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed, with these eyes before,
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
(I love this song...always have)
--MorelaterZ--
Knights in white satin, never reaching the end
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed, with these eyes before,
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you, oh how I love you.
Gazing at people, some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going through, they can't understand.
Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.
And I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
Knights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed, with these eyes before,
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
(I love this song...always have)
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 3:43 PM
Of bad porn movie music and other nonsense
Man, I can't wait to see the searches that lead to MVL from the various search engines with that title!
Messing up search engine spiders since September, 2004...LOL
Anyway--
There are commercials on TV I could do without hearing or seeing again. In no particular order are the following:
1. Check into Cash. This business is one of those "Payday Advance Loan" places, and the music that plays in the background is annoying as I don't know what! Jeff commented that it sounded like it came from a bad porn movie. Now Jeff has never seen a porn movie, bad or otherwise, so how would he know?
2. Helzberg Diamonds. The guy in the ad leaves with the burgundy box that Helzberg's jewelry comes in, and he's walking like a stud down the street with the box out in front of him, and women admiring him because he bought his sweetie something nice. He's got a "mojo vibe" and he's headed to the restaurant where his blonde sweetie sees the box and gives him a major league lip-lock before opening the damned box!
3. BC Clark Jewelers. Their Christmas ads are catchy, but, please...enough's enough!
4. Kay Jewelers. All of their ads feature cute kids, attractive adults, and generally drive me up the wall.
5. Lexus. Husband buys wife a Lexus for Christmas and somehow gets it into the house to put under the tree. Wife doesn't question it. The other ad has a hapless man trying to get the huge bow on top of the Lexus he bought for someone special.
I have totally forgotten about Pearl Harbor Day, Hanukkah, and the 24th anniversary of John Lennon's death. I'm lucky to have remembered my son Marc's birthday, since it has a tendency to sneak up on me.
Daniel's birthday is the 14th. He says some of his buds are going to take him out to a bar because he's turning 21. I hope Daniel will taste alcohol and decide that it's not all that great. Fortunately for him, the following day is his day off, so if he does get plastered, he can sleep it off.
And I'm not understanding why my mom acts the way she does sometimes...last night, she tells me to do A. When I go out to do A, she tells me to do B instead. So I go out, do B, then come home with the desired results. Later, she tells me that she told me to do A, forgetting perhaps that she changed her mind and told me to do B instead. Then she turns into a drama queen and bemoans the percieved idea that she is going to have to sell her house and move into a Seniors residence.
And she wonders why I act like that sometimes ("Don't be so melodramatic!" she'll tell me). Look who I get it from!
So how was your day?
--MorelaterZ--
Messing up search engine spiders since September, 2004...LOL
Anyway--
There are commercials on TV I could do without hearing or seeing again. In no particular order are the following:
1. Check into Cash. This business is one of those "Payday Advance Loan" places, and the music that plays in the background is annoying as I don't know what! Jeff commented that it sounded like it came from a bad porn movie. Now Jeff has never seen a porn movie, bad or otherwise, so how would he know?
2. Helzberg Diamonds. The guy in the ad leaves with the burgundy box that Helzberg's jewelry comes in, and he's walking like a stud down the street with the box out in front of him, and women admiring him because he bought his sweetie something nice. He's got a "mojo vibe" and he's headed to the restaurant where his blonde sweetie sees the box and gives him a major league lip-lock before opening the damned box!
3. BC Clark Jewelers. Their Christmas ads are catchy, but, please...enough's enough!
4. Kay Jewelers. All of their ads feature cute kids, attractive adults, and generally drive me up the wall.
5. Lexus. Husband buys wife a Lexus for Christmas and somehow gets it into the house to put under the tree. Wife doesn't question it. The other ad has a hapless man trying to get the huge bow on top of the Lexus he bought for someone special.
I have totally forgotten about Pearl Harbor Day, Hanukkah, and the 24th anniversary of John Lennon's death. I'm lucky to have remembered my son Marc's birthday, since it has a tendency to sneak up on me.
Daniel's birthday is the 14th. He says some of his buds are going to take him out to a bar because he's turning 21. I hope Daniel will taste alcohol and decide that it's not all that great. Fortunately for him, the following day is his day off, so if he does get plastered, he can sleep it off.
And I'm not understanding why my mom acts the way she does sometimes...last night, she tells me to do A. When I go out to do A, she tells me to do B instead. So I go out, do B, then come home with the desired results. Later, she tells me that she told me to do A, forgetting perhaps that she changed her mind and told me to do B instead. Then she turns into a drama queen and bemoans the percieved idea that she is going to have to sell her house and move into a Seniors residence.
And she wonders why I act like that sometimes ("Don't be so melodramatic!" she'll tell me). Look who I get it from!
So how was your day?
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 11:47 AM
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Scary how accurate these things are
And this really does sound like me:
This is another Blogthings thing.
--MorelaterZ--
|
Your Element Is Air |
 You dislike conflict, and you've been able to rise above the angst of the world. And when things don't go your way, you know they'll blow over quickly. Easygoing, you tend to find joy from the simple things in life. You roll with the punches, and as a result, your life is light and cheerful. You find it easy to adapt to most situations, and you're an open person. With you, what you see is what you get... and people love that! |
This is another Blogthings thing.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 11:25 PM
This is getting out of hand
For the last several months, I have been getting things in the mail and in my email inbox that I didn't ask for. Recently, I got a box of books I supposedly ordered from a book club. I know I didn't order them because I don't have the funds to pay for them. I've gotten magazines that were tailored to my interests, religious items, and now, someone calling me on the phone telling me that he needs to verify some info for my credit limit increase!
First of all, I don't have anything that requires a credit limit increase. No credit card, no mortgage, no loans... I told the man on the phone that I was not interested, and that I did not request any information. When he didn't take no for an answer, I told him I was hanging up. I could hear him yelling my name into the reciever as I disconnected the call.
Then, I read this.
I'm keeping the books I got. I didn't order them, therefore I can legally keep them. Whoever is giving out my personal info or ordering things for me better knock it off. Habitatgirl recently sent me something after I posted about it here, but she told me she was sending it, so that's okay.
I know what I order or request from the net because it's usually free, and I keep a notebook on my internet activity and write stuff like this down. There is nothing in my notebook about ordering books, or magazines, or anything like that. But, someone is, thinking maybe that I would appreciate it. Well, if they'd tell me who they are, I'll decide if it's appreciated or not. I don't like getting bills for things I didn't order that are sent to my address. The thing that scares me is that someone gave out my cell phone number, and not too many people have that number. I don't know who to suspect, but I do know it's not a member of my family. They'd tell me if they had done something like that. Not too many people outside my family have my cell number.
I just hope I don't get a nasty letter from the guy I hung up on this evening.
--MorelaterZ--
First of all, I don't have anything that requires a credit limit increase. No credit card, no mortgage, no loans... I told the man on the phone that I was not interested, and that I did not request any information. When he didn't take no for an answer, I told him I was hanging up. I could hear him yelling my name into the reciever as I disconnected the call.
Then, I read this.
I'm keeping the books I got. I didn't order them, therefore I can legally keep them. Whoever is giving out my personal info or ordering things for me better knock it off. Habitatgirl recently sent me something after I posted about it here, but she told me she was sending it, so that's okay.
I know what I order or request from the net because it's usually free, and I keep a notebook on my internet activity and write stuff like this down. There is nothing in my notebook about ordering books, or magazines, or anything like that. But, someone is, thinking maybe that I would appreciate it. Well, if they'd tell me who they are, I'll decide if it's appreciated or not. I don't like getting bills for things I didn't order that are sent to my address. The thing that scares me is that someone gave out my cell phone number, and not too many people have that number. I don't know who to suspect, but I do know it's not a member of my family. They'd tell me if they had done something like that. Not too many people outside my family have my cell number.
I just hope I don't get a nasty letter from the guy I hung up on this evening.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 9:41 PM
I can't make this shit up
This is an honest-to-God advertisement that was on my "My Yahoo!" homepage:
Look how some Einstein spelled Oklahoma City in this ad! How did that get by a proofreader? Can you imagine the scene in the office when this came up?
Designer: Hey, Harry, does this look like it's spelled right?
Proofreader: What? The town? Yeah. It looks okay, see?
Designer: Okay, Harry. I'll pop it over to Yahoo! and tell 'em to run it.
Higher education apparently doesn't apply to these guys. If you can't even spell the name of the city where your campus is located, what makes you think I want to get a degree through your institute of higher foolishness?
"Okalahoma City" Geez... You just can't make this stuff up!
--MorelaterZ--
Look how some Einstein spelled Oklahoma City in this ad! How did that get by a proofreader? Can you imagine the scene in the office when this came up?
Designer: Hey, Harry, does this look like it's spelled right?
Proofreader: What? The town? Yeah. It looks okay, see?
Designer: Okay, Harry. I'll pop it over to Yahoo! and tell 'em to run it.
Higher education apparently doesn't apply to these guys. If you can't even spell the name of the city where your campus is located, what makes you think I want to get a degree through your institute of higher foolishness?
"Okalahoma City" Geez... You just can't make this stuff up!
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 1:07 AM
Sunday, December 05, 2004
Happy Birthday, Marc!
Marc wanted to go to CiCi's Pizza for his birthday, so we all trooped over to Second and Bryant and encountered a very crowded pizza place. But we stayed and had a good time, then went over to Dean and Tori's for cake. Dean's folks were there, too, having driven down from Enid just for the occasion.
Marc got some kind of movie that can be played in his GameBoy Advance, and a watch and other stuff with a soccer theme. Mom and I are going to get his gift tomorrow, because we didn't have enough time to do it before the trip to CiCi's.
Everybody then watched "Elf", which Jeff and I thought was dumb, so we played checkers and poker dice instead.
I got a very nice pic of Scott that was taken for school. He looks so grown up (or as grown up as a 13 year old can be).
Marc got some kind of movie that can be played in his GameBoy Advance, and a watch and other stuff with a soccer theme. Mom and I are going to get his gift tomorrow, because we didn't have enough time to do it before the trip to CiCi's.
Everybody then watched "Elf", which Jeff and I thought was dumb, so we played checkers and poker dice instead.
I got a very nice pic of Scott that was taken for school. He looks so grown up (or as grown up as a 13 year old can be).
This is a thumbnail. I think if you click on it, it will take you to the huge full size picture at Photobucket.com
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I'm watching The Five People You Meet in Heaven, and it's a real tear jerker. I really need to laugh because right now I'm on the verge of tears. I'm going to have to read the book now.
Yeah, right. When am I going to read it? Between A Course in Miracles and Carnival Undercover and The Disappearance of the Universe?
=======================
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 9:08 PM
Saturday, December 04, 2004
Exposing the "A/S/L" crowd since 2003
and lovin' every minute of it.
(CAUTION: RANT ALERT AHEAD)
Here's another slick dude who went a little too far.
maverick_140872 (9:14:40 PM): im 32
maverick_140872 (9:16:15 PM): and u
stef_leppard (9:16:27 PM): i'm 40
maverick_140872 (9:16:54 PM): im divorced
stef_leppard (9:16:59 PM): so am i
maverick_140872 (9:17:40 PM): kids?
maverick_140872 (9:17:45 PM): none for me
stef_leppard (9:17:50 PM): i have 4
stef_leppard (9:18:02 PM): all boys
maverick_140872 (9:18:15 PM): wow u husband loved no protection
maverick_140872 (9:18:20 PM): lol
stef_leppard (9:18:42 PM): bye
Well Jesus squeeze us, it's not like my four sons are 18, 19, 20, and 21 for cryin' out loud! And whatever gave him the idea that we didn't use protection? It's because of birth control I didn't have my kids one after the other like that. It took me ten years to have all of them, thank you very much.
What a moron. Where do these guys come from?
This happened last night. Just as I was getting into Blogger to make this post, another slick dude asks if I want to view his webcam. Um, no. Unless I know you, I'm not making that mistake again. I'm not interested in seeing your family jewels, got that? And that's what it usually is, some guy shoing his shortcomings on the internet. Do guys like that expect women to get turned on by that?
I don't have mess-up-enger to have some guy ask me "A/S/L?" If you're messaging me from my profile, you know at least my age and my gender. Give me some credit for brains. Chances are that I have more of them than some bozo who only wants to find someone to fool around with. Go to a bar and leave me the hell alone.
Unless, of course, you're someone I already know...then I'm interested in talking to you.
"A/S/L'ers" need not apply. If you insist on it, I'll sick Hannie on you. Worse yet, I'll sick Tank on you, and I guarantee you that won't be pleasant.
/end rant
--MorelaterZ--
(CAUTION: RANT ALERT AHEAD)
Here's another slick dude who went a little too far.
maverick_140872 (9:14:40 PM): im 32
maverick_140872 (9:16:15 PM): and u
stef_leppard (9:16:27 PM): i'm 40
maverick_140872 (9:16:54 PM): im divorced
stef_leppard (9:16:59 PM): so am i
maverick_140872 (9:17:40 PM): kids?
maverick_140872 (9:17:45 PM): none for me
stef_leppard (9:17:50 PM): i have 4
stef_leppard (9:18:02 PM): all boys
maverick_140872 (9:18:15 PM): wow u husband loved no protection
maverick_140872 (9:18:20 PM): lol
stef_leppard (9:18:42 PM): bye
Well Jesus squeeze us, it's not like my four sons are 18, 19, 20, and 21 for cryin' out loud! And whatever gave him the idea that we didn't use protection? It's because of birth control I didn't have my kids one after the other like that. It took me ten years to have all of them, thank you very much.
What a moron. Where do these guys come from?
This happened last night. Just as I was getting into Blogger to make this post, another slick dude asks if I want to view his webcam. Um, no. Unless I know you, I'm not making that mistake again. I'm not interested in seeing your family jewels, got that? And that's what it usually is, some guy shoing his shortcomings on the internet. Do guys like that expect women to get turned on by that?
I don't have mess-up-enger to have some guy ask me "A/S/L?" If you're messaging me from my profile, you know at least my age and my gender. Give me some credit for brains. Chances are that I have more of them than some bozo who only wants to find someone to fool around with. Go to a bar and leave me the hell alone.
Unless, of course, you're someone I already know...then I'm interested in talking to you.
"A/S/L'ers" need not apply. If you insist on it, I'll sick Hannie on you. Worse yet, I'll sick Tank on you, and I guarantee you that won't be pleasant.
/end rant
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 11:31 PM
Who lives in a pineapple under the sea...
Marc took four friends to see the Spongebob Squarepants movie today as a birthday party type thing. Jeff, Scott, and Amalia tagged along as well.
Did you hear about the Spongebob balloon thingies being stolen from Burger King restaurants in the Southern US? I think they caught someone with at least one of the balloons recently. The best headline I read for this story came from New Orleans' Times-Picayune: "Yellow and pourous and stolen is he".
I grew tired of the Spongebob phenomenon about two years ago when I was still with Fiesta Shows. Every damned game joint on the midway had a Spongebob prize! Arrrgh!
Personally, the whole Spongebob thing is kinda dumb. But the kids like it, so I shouldn't complain that much. Just don't make me watch the show.
Tomorrow, which is Marc's actual birthday, there's going to be a family party. I don't know if Marc's going to pick a restaurant to go to, or if Dean and Tori are going to have the party at their house. All I know so far is that Dean's folks are coming down from Enid to be there.
We shall see...
--MorelaterZ--
Did you hear about the Spongebob balloon thingies being stolen from Burger King restaurants in the Southern US? I think they caught someone with at least one of the balloons recently. The best headline I read for this story came from New Orleans' Times-Picayune: "Yellow and pourous and stolen is he".
I grew tired of the Spongebob phenomenon about two years ago when I was still with Fiesta Shows. Every damned game joint on the midway had a Spongebob prize! Arrrgh!
Personally, the whole Spongebob thing is kinda dumb. But the kids like it, so I shouldn't complain that much. Just don't make me watch the show.
Tomorrow, which is Marc's actual birthday, there's going to be a family party. I don't know if Marc's going to pick a restaurant to go to, or if Dean and Tori are going to have the party at their house. All I know so far is that Dean's folks are coming down from Enid to be there.
We shall see...
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 4:03 PM
Friday, December 03, 2004
"However far away, I will always love you"
Lovesong --The Cure
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you
========================
*sigh* Saon...
========================
--MorelaterZ--
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you
========================
*sigh* Saon...
========================
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 1:23 PM
There are two reasons for this post
Several years ago, there was an article in People magazine about the national spokesman for PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals). He is a man named Dan Matthews, and he's now a VP at PETA. He hangs with folks like Pam Anderson and Morrisey, and speaks of them as friends. He travels around the world for PETA and its various causes, and he is a really good looking guy. He just happens to be gay.
And you're thinking, "so?"
Reason #1 for this post: Dan Matthews is from my neck of the woods, Orange County, California. Even more so, he's from my home town, Costa Mesa. Even more so than that, we went to the same high school. He was a social outcast because he was a "punk", a fat kid who was an easy target for bullies named Kirk, Kevin, Steve, etc. This is the kid I remember from my not so happy days at Costa Mesa High (high school is not something I would wish to relive, which is why I will never attend a reunion of my class).
So imagine my surprise when I opened that issue of People and saw this article about Dan Matthews. My first thought was, hey I went to high school with a guy named Dan Matthews, but this can't be him. First of all, this hunky guy pictured looked nothing (at first glance) like the pudgy kid I remembered. Second of all, "Dan Matthews" is a rather common name, so this couldn't be the same guy.
It was! OMG!
In the text of the article, it mentioned that he went to Costa Mesa High School, that he was bullied, that he liked Punk rock, that he was a fat kid. And, he worked for PETA. He was apparently doing well. He became successful and rose above all those jerks who pushed him around as a kid. Wonder what Kirk, Kevin, Steve, et al are doing now? Nah, I don't wonder, nor do I care. The same cretins who gave Dan a bad time weren't exactly nice to me either.
So, Dan, if I was one of those insensitive jerks who put you down because I didn't understand you, please accept my apology. I know what it's like to be misunderstood. You and I were kinda in the same boat at the same time. My sin was that I wasn't one of the popular kids. I was a bando, and that was as declasse as being a punk rocker. I absolutely hated high school, and would do anything to escape that environment. What I did was get married at nineteen and left the area several times (due to my husband's Navy career), until I left for good in 1988.
Reason #2 for this post: PETA's headquarters are in Norfolk, Virginia. I lived in the Norfolk area for eleven years, from 1988 to 1999. According to this article, Dan Matthews lives there now (or as of the time that this article was published some 17 months ago). I liked living in Norfolk, it was a good place to raise kids, but by 1996, I'd had quite enough. It had nothing to do with PETA being there, it was a personal matter which began in 1994 shortly after my youngest son was born and ended with becoming seperated from my husband and leaving Virginia all together.
I don't always agree with PETA's agenda. Sometimes, it boggles my mind that PETA would suggest things like changing the name of a town that sounded like it condoned animal suffering (Fishkill, NY and Slaughterville, OK are two I can think of at the moment). I don't wear fur, because I don't see the point in it, and people mistreating animals makes me mad. I do eat meat, and will continue to do so, because isn't that why God gave us the ability to provide sustenance by creating animals for food, clothing, shelter, etc.?
However, it's good to read that someone has made something of their life, despite the roadblocks that were put in their way. This someone just happens to work for PETA. More power to him.
--MorelaterZ--
And you're thinking, "so?"
Reason #1 for this post: Dan Matthews is from my neck of the woods, Orange County, California. Even more so, he's from my home town, Costa Mesa. Even more so than that, we went to the same high school. He was a social outcast because he was a "punk", a fat kid who was an easy target for bullies named Kirk, Kevin, Steve, etc. This is the kid I remember from my not so happy days at Costa Mesa High (high school is not something I would wish to relive, which is why I will never attend a reunion of my class).
So imagine my surprise when I opened that issue of People and saw this article about Dan Matthews. My first thought was, hey I went to high school with a guy named Dan Matthews, but this can't be him. First of all, this hunky guy pictured looked nothing (at first glance) like the pudgy kid I remembered. Second of all, "Dan Matthews" is a rather common name, so this couldn't be the same guy.
It was! OMG!
In the text of the article, it mentioned that he went to Costa Mesa High School, that he was bullied, that he liked Punk rock, that he was a fat kid. And, he worked for PETA. He was apparently doing well. He became successful and rose above all those jerks who pushed him around as a kid. Wonder what Kirk, Kevin, Steve, et al are doing now? Nah, I don't wonder, nor do I care. The same cretins who gave Dan a bad time weren't exactly nice to me either.
So, Dan, if I was one of those insensitive jerks who put you down because I didn't understand you, please accept my apology. I know what it's like to be misunderstood. You and I were kinda in the same boat at the same time. My sin was that I wasn't one of the popular kids. I was a bando, and that was as declasse as being a punk rocker. I absolutely hated high school, and would do anything to escape that environment. What I did was get married at nineteen and left the area several times (due to my husband's Navy career), until I left for good in 1988.
Reason #2 for this post: PETA's headquarters are in Norfolk, Virginia. I lived in the Norfolk area for eleven years, from 1988 to 1999. According to this article, Dan Matthews lives there now (or as of the time that this article was published some 17 months ago). I liked living in Norfolk, it was a good place to raise kids, but by 1996, I'd had quite enough. It had nothing to do with PETA being there, it was a personal matter which began in 1994 shortly after my youngest son was born and ended with becoming seperated from my husband and leaving Virginia all together.
I don't always agree with PETA's agenda. Sometimes, it boggles my mind that PETA would suggest things like changing the name of a town that sounded like it condoned animal suffering (Fishkill, NY and Slaughterville, OK are two I can think of at the moment). I don't wear fur, because I don't see the point in it, and people mistreating animals makes me mad. I do eat meat, and will continue to do so, because isn't that why God gave us the ability to provide sustenance by creating animals for food, clothing, shelter, etc.?
However, it's good to read that someone has made something of their life, despite the roadblocks that were put in their way. This someone just happens to work for PETA. More power to him.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 11:16 AM
Yeah, this sounds like me
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--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 1:42 AM
Thursday, December 02, 2004
The interview went well
It was basically just the reporter's questions about how I came to be involved with NaNoWriMo, what my book was about, how I became the local Municipal Liaison, etc. She wants to speak with other local NaNo participants, so I'm going to see if anyone else will give this gal a buzz.
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Now that I know what a "Blackberry" is, I don't think I need one. It's just another techie gadget I can do without for the time being (thanks, Keith, for the 411).
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I checked out this service called del.icio.us last night. It's pretty neat. It's a search engine, basically. You can add sites to your own personal listing, and if anyone else has that same site on their list, it will show how many other people has that site listed, as well as showing how many others on your listing, too.
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Have I mentioned how much I can't stand TV court shows lately?
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--MorelaterZ--
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Now that I know what a "Blackberry" is, I don't think I need one. It's just another techie gadget I can do without for the time being (thanks, Keith, for the 411).
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I checked out this service called del.icio.us last night. It's pretty neat. It's a search engine, basically. You can add sites to your own personal listing, and if anyone else has that same site on their list, it will show how many other people has that site listed, as well as showing how many others on your listing, too.
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Have I mentioned how much I can't stand TV court shows lately?
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--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 2:39 PM
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Sheesh! I've got that stupid jingle stuck in my head!
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I have an interview tomorrow (um, later today). It's not for a job. It's for a possible article for a local publication about local involvement in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), which ended at 11:59:59pm on November 30th. I have to meet with the reporter tomorrow afternoon. I figure it would be a good way to get the NaNo message out to the masses in Oklahoma City.
I made my 50k word goal for this year. Not all of it is posted on the blog I set up for that purpose, however. It will eventually get there, but right now, I'm taking a rest. I'll clean up the manuscript (because in its present incarnation, it pretty much stinks), and maybe I'll be as proud of it as I am of Carnyville.
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I found a pic of my cat Columbus in a box in the attic (to which the entrance is in my room) from when he was a kitten. He's 6 months old in the pic and even then, he was a big cat! I'll see if Daniel can scan it so I can post it here at some point.
It's been nearly a year since Jon lost my white tabby female, Miss Flurry. She was such a sweet cat, and I still miss her. I hope that if she didn't manage to get herself killed, that she found a home with a nice family.
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I can't believe it's freakin' December already! I know I say that every year, but it seems to come faster and faster as I get older. Now December is gonna crawl along at a snail's pace, when I just want Christmas and New Year's to get themselves over with already! The only real thing I look forward to with any anticipation are Marc (12/5) and Daniel's (12/14) birthdays.
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I better get to bed, or at least make the attempt to get myself off the computer and into bed at a decent hour... ha ha ha.
--MorelaterZ--
Sheesh! I've got that stupid jingle stuck in my head!
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I have an interview tomorrow (um, later today). It's not for a job. It's for a possible article for a local publication about local involvement in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), which ended at 11:59:59pm on November 30th. I have to meet with the reporter tomorrow afternoon. I figure it would be a good way to get the NaNo message out to the masses in Oklahoma City.
I made my 50k word goal for this year. Not all of it is posted on the blog I set up for that purpose, however. It will eventually get there, but right now, I'm taking a rest. I'll clean up the manuscript (because in its present incarnation, it pretty much stinks), and maybe I'll be as proud of it as I am of Carnyville.
======================
I found a pic of my cat Columbus in a box in the attic (to which the entrance is in my room) from when he was a kitten. He's 6 months old in the pic and even then, he was a big cat! I'll see if Daniel can scan it so I can post it here at some point.
It's been nearly a year since Jon lost my white tabby female, Miss Flurry. She was such a sweet cat, and I still miss her. I hope that if she didn't manage to get herself killed, that she found a home with a nice family.
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I can't believe it's freakin' December already! I know I say that every year, but it seems to come faster and faster as I get older. Now December is gonna crawl along at a snail's pace, when I just want Christmas and New Year's to get themselves over with already! The only real thing I look forward to with any anticipation are Marc (12/5) and Daniel's (12/14) birthdays.
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I better get to bed, or at least make the attempt to get myself off the computer and into bed at a decent hour... ha ha ha.
--MorelaterZ--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 12:08 AM
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