29 more days...

until my freshman will be 15. But, school will already be out so Scott will be well on the road to Sophomoreville. Eeek!

Must be nice to never have to go to school on your birthday!



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--


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Hey you! Yeah, you at 193.252.118.# in Issy, France

You've been making a lot of trips to MVL lately. Care to leave a comment to let me know what you think of the site? Or are you just going to lurk?

Not that I mind, but show some love and let a gal know if she's doing a good job.

Est-ce que je suis-vous heureux vous aimez mon blog, mais pourriez vous svp laisser un commentaire pour me dire que vous l'aimez? Ou allez-vous ne dire rien? Je ne m'occupe pas de si vous ne dites rien, est-ce que mais comment je vais pour vous connaître aime mon blog à moins que vous me disiez que vous faites?



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--


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Weekend

So far, my weekend sucks.

It's been raining, which is good because we need it, but not so good for wanting to get out of the house to go for a walk.

I went to wash clothes, and found there's was barely enough laundry soap to do one of the many loads I have to do (Jeff doesn't seem to realize that the laundry soap we use is concentrated and that he doesn't have use all that much).

I have added tags to my blog through Technorati. However, they don't show up in Firefox. I like Firefox, but a lot of things don't show up in it. Conversely, things that don't show up in my IE browser show up in Firefox.

I can't explain it. I'm lucky I figured out how to add the damn tags to begin with. Tech savvy I'm not. I have friends who are, but I like knowing that I can figure some things out.

But, enough with fiddling around with the tech stuff. I have to go make dinner.



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--


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Yahoo Mess-up-enger... grrrrrr!

I don't know what it is today with Yahoo! Mess-up-enger. It keeps bringing up a box that says something like "Problems with your connection", but it doesn't disconnect itself. If I just click on the "X" to close out the box, Mess-up-enger still stays connected, but I don't think anyone can receive messages I send. So far, the only person I've sent messages to is Larry, and I suspect that a lot of them he hasn't received.

I don't know. My computer is so damned old, nothing it doesn't do doesn't surprise me anymore. (Anyone want to buy me a new laptop?)


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

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The post wherein Stef rants about the high price of gas

Gas is approaching $3.00 a gallon. Again.

I could understand it last summer right after Katrina hit the Gulf Coast, because it disabled some of the oil rigs out in the Gulf of Mexico. They are all mostly or fully functional now, last I heard.

But now, it's just plain greed.

One oil company just gave its retired CEO $100 MILLION DOLLARS!!!!! For what?? Doing a good job and bringing in max profits? Or seeing how high the price of gas gets before the people revolt?

I'm putting Big Oil on notice: I'm pretty pissed off about it. Some guy gets a hundred mil, and there's millions of us out here who have to decide if we're going to drive today!

In January, when I went to Missouri for a job interview, it cost about $40 to fill up the van's tank. At that point, gas was $2.17 a gallon. Now, gas here is $2.76 a gallon. Filling up the tank just got more expensive. I haven't filled up the tank since January. I usually put in, at the most, $15 or $20, and that gets me anywhere from a quarter to (not even) half a tank. Twenty dollars used to fill up my Beretta!

Know who's getting a lot of that oil profit? Look in the general direction of Washington, DC. How many of those senators and congressmen have ties to the oil companies? Probably more than you think, with lobbying and all that going on.

Bush says he's going to do something about it. Yeah, right! His approval rating is at 32%. Even if he did do something, that isn't going to make those number go up. He's got too many other issues that keep that number low.

I want cheap gas, dammit! Sad thing is, Oklahoma has some of the lowest gas prices in the country. I'm just glad I don't live in the big cities like L.A., New York, Chicago or Boston. I'd be dependant on public transportation. And I hate to ride buses! I bought a car so I wouldn't have to depend on buses anymore. But if gas goes up anymore, I'll be walking everywhere, and some of the places I go to aren't exactly within walking distance. When I finally get a radio job, wherever that is, I'm going to try and live as close to the job as possible.

Three bucks or more a gallon is gonna kill me!


(This is my opinion and my opnion ONLY! You have the right to agree or not. I'm not a particularly political grrl, so I could have my facts wrong. I know what ticks me off, and sometimes, I write about it.)


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

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At some point today, I'm going to bitch about the price of gasoline...

Just not right now. Stay tuned.



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--


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As Stef's world spins...

And spin it still does. Mom seems to think that it might be an inner ear infection and that I probably should see a doctor. Bunny from Bunny Babbles thinks so, too (Thanks for the comment!).

Thing is, my ears aren't bothering me.

This morning, I actually fell down while attempting to get dressed.

This is NOT fun. I'm sure that if I went out, people would think I'm drunk, instead of having this annoying problem with my equalibrium. I'm not even going to attempt to drive today.

Maybe I'll call Dean later and describe what's wrong and see what he thinks (it's so nice to have a doctor in the family!).

I've got the most important phone call in my life coming in this evening. Tonight is when I'll find out if I have a job in radio.

(Mental Note: Larry gets an email this evening...)


That's all from where I sit.

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Someone make the friggin room stop spinning!

I dreamed that the room was spinning. Then I woke up and found that I really was dizzy.

Before you ask, NO I have NOT been drinking or anything. This is something that just happened out of the clear blue sky, and doesn't usually happen to me.

I didn't take any new medication (I haven't had any in about three years), or have a bad reaction to something I ate.

The dizziness cleared itself up after a few minutes, and I took Jeff over to my sister's. But I still feel weird and nauseous.

I hope I'm not coming down with something. That would definitely suck.



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

"Weather forecast for tonight: dark."

I used that George Carlin quote during a group show I did while I was still in school, and the young guys I was working with totally cracked up. Thing is, I was being serious at the time.

It was being recorded and the whole class heard it the following week.

I just though I'd throw that out there, just for laughs.



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

All our kids are like that

Joey is here, and he's eating french fries from Sonic. Just shoving them into his mouth as fast as possible so he doesn't have to share with anyone (especially Pinky, who waits for him to drop stuff).

My sister calls about half an hour ago and asks if we can watch him. She was going to take him with her wherever it was she was going, but it didn't work out the way she hoped. So, the Energizer Bunny is here... recharging on Sonic french fries.

Not that he's the only kid in this family who scarfed down fries like they're going out of style... they've all done it! Daniel had his first fries when he was six months old, when I was scooping out the middles of home fries and feeding them to him.

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I got a call Friday from a man in Gillette, Wyoming, who wants me to apply for a job as a news director. He asked me to read the job description on the station's website and decide if I'm interested. First thing I read is that 5 to 7 years of experience is required! Did this man not read my allaccess ad where I said I was just out of broadcasting school? I don't understand that. Maybe it's a compliment, I don't know. I know I have sent him stuff before.

Maybe I should ask Larry about this. I tried to ask on Friday (that's when the guy called me), but he was unavailable on Yahoo! Mess-up-enger.

Well, it was Friday, and maybe Larry took an early weekend. I don't know. Anything's possible I guess.

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Someone called at 5am this morning! No one bothered to answer the phone. It woke me up, but I was too tired to go downstairs and get it. Maybe it was just a wrong number. But, at 5 IN THE MORNING?!



That's all from where I sit.

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What's up with Minnesota lately?

And why are stations there suddenly contacting me for jobs?

In the last couple days, I've had a couple of radio stations in Minnesota (of all places) who have seen my ad on allaccess.com and contact me for an aircheck. One of them is in the same area code as the town where Saon used to live with his ex wife.

Is this an omen or something? I don't even want to think about that right now. I just want to get a job in radio, be it here in Oklahoma, or elsewhere (elsewhere is looking really good right now, though).

I'll send the guy in Minnesota an aircheck and see what he says (if anything).


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New Orleans held their mayoral elections yesterday. In order to win, one candidate had to get 50% of the vote or more. That didn't happen, so there will be a run off in a month between current mayor Ray Nagin, and Mitch Landrieu. Nagin is black and Landrieu is white... New Orleans hasn't had a white mayor since the 70's at least.

Whoever wins, it's isn't going to change the fact that New Orleans is a long way from being rebuilt. In the last conversation I had with Saon, he says it stinks there still (and no wonder with all the garbage that was in the flood waters, and Lord only knows how many dead bodies are still in the rubble of places like the 9th Ward), and that there are still some places that don't have real utilities. Even Belle Chasse Marine, where Saon works, is running off generators.

And the 2006 Hurricane season is still a couple months off.

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I've added a couple of blogs to my blogroll recently. Check out Crazy Jungle and Empires Fall when you get a chance. They are completely different, and I like them for different reasons. If you'd like me to list your blog in my blogroll, drop me an email. All i ask in return is a reciprical link on yours. Fair?

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My little TV is just about shot now. It's permanently fuzzy, and there are lines running thru the picture. I got the damned thing for free when Saon left it behind when he left Lawrence in 2002 to return to Minnesota, what more can I ask of it? That it last forever? I'll need to get a new one at some point. After I get a job, I guess I'll spring for a half way decent one that will allow me to get cable. Nothing fancy (no plasma TVs for me thanks), just something I can watch my favorite programs on occasionally.

Right now, I'm watching an NHL playoff game. I don't even follow hockey! But there is nothing else on at the moment.



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

In a snit, nose out of joint, pissed off....

Whatever you prefer to call it, Jeff was having one/in one this morning.

My sister called to ask Jeff if he would watch Joey while she attended the Land Run festivities at Amalia and Marc's school (the Oklahoma Land Run anniversary is tomorrow). Jeff asked if I could take him, and I asked if he would pay for gas, because we were really low and gas is creeping up towards the $3 mark. He said he would (rather reluctantly).

He gets in the van and he's all like slamming stuff around and I wasn't in the mood to put up with this. He's po'ed that he had to pay for gas just to go to Tori's. "If I were asking you to take me to the mall, that's one thing..." he says.

I cut him off, telling him that since he was going to Tori's to make money, he should have to pay for the gas to get him there, just like the rest of us do to get to their place of employment. If he didn't like that, he could get out and walk to his aunt's house.

We get to the gas station and he goes in to pay for the gas (sulking all the way), and I pumped. Gas today was $2.72 a friggin' gallon! Five bucks got us all of a gallon and change (not even two gallons!), but it was enough to get us there, and get me back home.

Once we got to Tori's, Jeff saw the error of his ways (I guess...) and he was civil. Joey, however, was a clinging vine, not letting his mother get ready to leave. Once she did manage to leave the house, Joey was clinging to Jeff, asking Jeff to fix his train (Joey has lots of trains, but this was one he got for his birthday three weeks ago).

When I left, Joey just said bye. He used to have a fit (much like when his mother left), but I guess he figures if I leave, Mommy will be home eventually.

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My friend in Massachusetts, JC, is now on myspace. I finally wrote him that email I said I'd write earlier this week. He told me in the email he sent me in response about his myspace address. Things are going well for him despite the setbacks he's had in the past year. He has an art show in August, and is doing a lot of freelance work.

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I was going to write something about Saon's phone call from the other night, but I don't want to. There's really nothing there to report that I haven't already said or alluded to before. He was in a snit, too, come to think of it.


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

A place (holder) in the sun

I'm going to write something about the phone call I got from Saon last night, just not now.

Then I'm going to quietly exit the soap opera. I don't need this.


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

And now, boyz and grrls

The latest edition of Stef's Horrorscope

Stephanie's Daily Aquarius Forecast

Quickie: You have the insight to do something about the problems around you, so act today.

Overview: You were totally convinced that a drastic change is exactly what you needed, but now that you've had a little time to think about it, you want to put it off. Well, don't. You need to shake things up, and now's the time to do it.

Daily extended (by Astrology.com)
Have you been itching for a little real heart-to-heart, mind-to-mind connection lately? Well, sometimes you have to take things into your own hands. Compatibility doesn't just fall out of the sky, you know; now's the time to get out there and look for like-minded souls. Why not plan something -- a table tennis match, a pizza pie lunch -- and get a little synergy happening. You'll be glad you did.


Um, okay...

About that important phone call: I'll know something for sure next Wednesday.

This is one soap opera I don't want to be part of, no way, no how!: Saon's life since the middle of last month. Now he wants me to look for a radio job there.

Short answer-- no flippin' way!

Shorter answer-- no.

Not going there. He messed up his life, I'm sure as hell not going to bail him out. You're on you're own, buddy!


And that is all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Nerves of steel...don't think so!

It's my sister's birthday. I don't know if there's anything planned for this evening because it's in the middle of the week, but I couldn't go anyway.

I'm expecting a very important call from a prospective employer this afternoon.

And I'm nervous as hell.

I know this is normal for me, because I get nervous about things like this. Important things.

Things having to do with some change that may happen in my life, be it a job, a new relationship, a new house...

I know this about myself, so I know how to handle it. And of course, follow JC's advice about visulizing being there. I think I can do that. If it works for him, why can't it work for me? (Say, I should pop off an email to Waltham, shouldn't I?)

Maybe I'll send one Larry's way, too. Just to let him know what's happening.

After I get the call, natch.



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Dream on?

Sometimes, it's a pain in the ass to be able to remember what I dream about every night. The last few weeks, I've had two recurring dreams.

1) is about appendicitis. I guess Daniel's bout with it in November has creeped into my subconcious. I'm always waking up in the hospital in these dreams, with the same person standing over my bed, looking concerned.

2) is always about my libido. Why I dream about being aroused, and what that has to do with #1, I swearI have no idea!

I wonder if that's why I'm not sleeping well.... naaaah!



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I thought that something great would happen today...

Something happened all right; however, "great" wouldn't be the way I'd describe it, though.

We had no power for 4 1/2 hours this afternoon. There was a fire at the substation across the street to the entrance to the housing addition where we live. We saw the news copters hovering over the area before the story broke on the news.

We were watching the news on the battery powered, hand-held TV that Jeff got for Christmas one year. The news said that the fire had been put out and that power would be restored to the area once power could be rerouted to the next closest substation. About 6:30pm, everything came back on.

It just happened to be the hottest damn day of the year, though. Not fun.



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Feeling sheepish...

Baaah...?

Sometimes, I feel really stupid and clueless.


That's all I really wanted to say for now.





And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Hallelujah!

Happy Easter!


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I don't think we're ready for this

Have you heard about the movie that is scheduled to come out later this month about United Flight 93, the one that crashed in a Pennsylvania field on 9/11/01? It's called United 93, and it's an unflinching look at the events of 9/11 from the view of the passengers, the families, and the air traffic controllers.

I'd heard about it in several places, but tonight I saw an ad for it on TV, and I was damn near tears. It's only been 5 years since that awful day, and personally, I don't want to see a theatrical movie about it quite so soon.

I read someplace that some of the families of the passengers on that flight are trying to prevent the movie from being released. If they aren't ready for it, then perhaps we should take our cue from them.

I need to find out more about the movie before I comment any further. It just seems too damn soon for this.

That's just my opinion. I'd like to hear what you think.


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

It's Ripley... believe it or not!

Mom woke me up earlier than I would have liked this morning.

She'd been watching this little dog in our backyard for the 2 hours prior to her waking me up. The dog was sniffing away at the deck in the backyard where a colony of rabbits lived underneath.

I asked Mom where the dog had come from and she said that she didn't know. She figured it came from next door. I decided to go outside to see if the dog would come to me. The dog just kinda sniffed around and then scooted under a hole in the fence to the yard next door.

I figured that was the last we'd see of him (her? it?). As soon as I went back inside, the dog was back in the backyard, picking up where he (she? it?) left off, sniffing for rabbits.

By this time, Pinky figured there was something not kosher with the situation and went to the back door, as if she wanted to go outside. She saw the dog in her backyard and started growling and barking, but the little dog was oblivious to the drama inside the house.

I went back outside and I was able to pick up the little trespasser. He (she? it?) wore a tag that had his (her? it's?) name on it, along with a phone number that I couldn't make out.

The dog's name, according to the tag, was Ripley. That still didn't resolve the gender issue for me (I guess Ripley is a "he"). I put Ripley down by the hole in the fence and he scooted back through to his side. I then went to let Pinky out into the backyard, where she promptly started sniffing everything in sight that Ripley had come in contact with. Pinky then came back inside, apparently satisfied that it was her backyard again.

No sooner Pinky had gone in the house that Ripley reemerged from the hole in the fence, but he didn't stay long. So far since that point (a couple of hours ago now) he hasn't returned.

Because of the kind of dog that Pinky is (a pit bull), we're kind of afraid to let her out to chase Ripley (some kind of terrier) back onto his side of the fence. Based on her reaction when she discovered that the other dog was in her yard, I wouldn't trust Pinky to leave the other dog alone if he were to come onto our side of the fence while she was out there.

I'm thinking of asking Jeff to nail a board over the hole to keep Ripley and other animals out of the backyard. I'd hate to think that Pinky would hurt another animal (she doesn't even bother to chase the rabbits that live under the deck), but if she feels someone or some animal was encroaching on her territory, she'd be in her right to defend it, especially if they're in her yard. If she were to kill something, or hurt someone, that would earn her a one way trip to doggie hell.

People freak out about pit bulls, but not all pit bulls are killing machines. Pinky isn't. She's rather docile. It's all in the training. If a dog, any dog, is trained to hurt other creatures, then those dogs would be a public nuisance. But you can't lump the bad qualities of a specific breed to include all dogs of that breed. I know Pinky would defend us if she needed to. She's never even snapped at any of the kids, and I know Joey has bugged her on many occassions.

It takes only a few bad pit bulls to make the entire breed look bad.

I just hope a visit next door to Ripley's owners isn't necessary.


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

As Dusty the Clown used to say: Oh, yeeeeaaaah!

Things are falling into place in the job department. I don't want to say too much now about it though. All the people this will affect know, and that's the way I want it for now.

I went down to the school to record a project last night, and after I was done, I had a long talk with Larry about all the things happening on the job hunting front. He seemed very pleased. We talked about a lot of other stuff, too. He's so easy to talk to that I sometimes lose track of time.

When I got home, Daniel had come over after work, and we ended up talking til nearly 3:30am! I'm getting ready to take a quick nap. I'm so tired... and it's my own damn fault.

By the way... this is post #1300! Go, me! My 25,000th visitor is getting close, too. Wow!


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Ya know...

the motorcycle helmet won't do you any good if you don't wear it!

I saw two such people (both guys. Figures.) on the road today. And neither were wearing any other protective gear. Both were wearing shorts!

Man, I don't care how good of a rider you are, if you aren't at least wearing a helmet and leathers, and you crash... you may as well kiss your skin goodbye. Does the phrase "road rash" ring a bell?

(this does not apply to those of you who are responsible motorcyclists. Just those who think they're somehow immortal and think, "oh that can't happen to me!")

Wear the bleepin' helmet and not use it as accessory to decorate your bike. I don't care how cool you think you are. You are not --repeat-- NOT immune to mistakes. Nor are you immortal.

I watch out for you when I'm on the road, by the way. It only took being chastized by a biker once to convince me to keep an eye out.

Now, WEAR YOUR FRIGGIN HELMET, WILL YA?!

This has been a public service announcement brought to you by MVL.



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I think I already knew that...

Did another Blogthings thing.... but I wasn't much surprised by the results*:

Your Life Path Number is 4

Your purpose in life is to build your vision. You are practical and responsible. You work hard, knowing that there are no shortcuts in life. You work for a better life for yourself and those you love, but you are not an idealist. Trustworthy and honest, you also demonstrate great courage. People can count on you. In love, you are a loyal and committed partner. You are the ideal spouse. You don't give up easily, and sometimes you can be too stubborn and unwilling to change. You also can be too conservative at times. You sometime miss out on good opportunities. Also remember that not everyone can work as hard as you, as disappointing as that is!

What Is Your Life Path Number?

And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--


*See the post below about numerology entitled "The numbers don't lie...or do they?"

Essay: Mrs. Rosellini

Mrs. Rosellini was this elderly lady I knew when I was a child. She was the most elegant and cultured person I had met up to that point.

My parents were active in the local Sons of Italy lodge for many years during my childhood. Mrs. Rosellini and her husband were members for more years than I care to recall. They had become members long before my parents came along.

She wore the most gorgeous clothes, and I learned that she used to make clothes for one of the Hollywood designers in the 40's and 50's. She spoke with an Italian accent, although she had been in the USA for many years. She always had these little candies in her purse for the kids (and for a long while, it was just me and Tori).

I think her first name was Dina, though I never, ever called her by her first name. She was of the generation where children respected their elders and expected to be called Mr. and Mrs (insert last name here). So to us, she and her husband were Mr. and Mrs. Rosellini. Period.

I think she was the first person to impress me with her style. I wish I had gotten to know her better, or had the foresight to ask her questions about her life before I knew her. That opportunity is gone, because she died several years ago. She was in her 90's.

I was thinking about her the other day, and thought I'd write something down about her. Someone in my life who left an impression on me.

And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Earth to Tom: so are you!

Did you catch the article in yesterday's Parade Magazine about Tom Cruise?

Cruise stated that his father was abusive and a bully who put his son down at every opportunity. That Tom had few friends at the 15 schools he attended in 12 years, because bullies would pick on him. That he's dyslexic, etc.

Fast forward a few years. Tom joins Scientology, embraces that "religion's" precepts, and proceeds to bully everyone and anyone who dares not agree. Just last year, he bullied Brooke Shields in the press because she took medication to combat post partum depression (a very real problem). Then, when he's called on it, he bullies Matt Lauer on the Today Show that he (Lauer) didn't know anything about psychiatry, and Cruise did because he "studied" the history of psychiatry (to which I remarked at the time "and what medical school did you get your degree from?"). That Tom believed that anti-depressants were not necessary.

Then he hooks up with a much younger, pretty actress named Katie Holmes, who has a promising career. He claims he's madly in love with her, and she with him (and she's being coached by a Scientology advisor in all her interviews to say the "right" things). Next thing you know, she's embracing Scientology at the expense of her Catholic upbrining, shunning her friends, and turning down a plum film role because it's not keeping with the Scientology way of things.

Oh, yes, and she turns up pregnant (apparently Scientologists don't believe in getting married first). Then there's the proposal at the Eiffel Tower. Then there's all the reports that it's all a sham.

Now Tom is filling Katie's head with this nonsense about a "silent" birth, that it would traumatize the child to hear its mother in pain at birth, or to hear noise as it emerges into this world (so explain the ultrasound machine you bought, Tom) . I defy any woman who is wide awake and aware not to make some kind of noise while giving birth. I screamed and grunted and made all kinds of noise giving birth to 4 children over 10 years, and none of them are "traumatized" from the experience (which they obviously don't remember).

I've seen the "Free Katie" stuff all over the internet. I'm sure as I sit here typing this that Tom bullied a weaker and vulnerable person to bend to his will. Which, IMHO, doesn't make him any better than the father who bullied him as a child. Nicole wouldn't put up Tom's crap (and she certainly didn't "convert" to Scientology to please him), though I'm sure he tried to bully her, too. So, Tom chose a young starlet who would do anything for more exposure, and brainwashed her into doing what he asked, no matter how outrageous it was. Up to and including giving birth without making a sound, and entering into a marriage under dubious circumstances.

And don't expect to see Katie in too many movies after this. Tom will either keep her barefoot and pregnant, or demand to have approval of every script she gets.

Yes, Tom-- you, too, are a bully. The apples don't fall too far from the tree.


Oh, and by the way... this is my opinion. You have the right to agree or not.



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

The Girl Wide Web

I was recently approved to be included on bust.com's Girl Wide Web listings. I had seen the button on several blogs I was surfing via blogmad, and thought I'd check it out. I liked what I saw and submitted my site.

Go check it out.



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--MorelaterZ--

The numbers don't lie... or do they?

I found this over at Samantha Burns' site, and thought I'd do the name and birthdate thing. It's pretty interesting if you're into this sort of thing. Personally, I take it with a huge grain of salt.

My results:


You entered: 2/9/1964

Your date of conception was on or about 19 May 1963 which was a Sunday.
You were born on a Sunday
under the astrological sign Aquarius.
Your Life path number is 4.

Life Path Compatibility:
You are most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 2, 4, 8, 11 & 22.
You should get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 6 & 7.
You are least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 1, 3, 5 & 9.

The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2438434.5.
The golden number for 1964 is 8.
The epact number for 1964 is 16.
The year 1964 was a leap year.

Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 1/25/1963 and ending 2/12/1964.
You were born in the Chinese year of the Rabbit.

The date of Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 29 March 1964.
The date of Orthodox Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 3 May 1964.
The date of Ash Wednesday (the first day of Lent) on your birth year was Wednesday 12 February 1964.
The date of Whitsun (Pentecost Sunday) in the year of your birth was Sunday 17 May 1964.
The date of Whisuntide in the year of your birth was Sunday 24 May 1964.
The date of Rosh Hashanah in the year of your birth was Monday, 7 September 1964.
The date of Passover in the year of your birth was Saturday, 28 March 1964.
The date of Mardi Gras on your birth year was Tuesday 11 February 1964.

As of 4/8/2006 8:24:12 PM EDT
You are 42 years old.
You are 506 months old.
You are 2,199 weeks old.
You are 15,399 days old.
You are 369,596 hours old.
You are 22,175,784 minutes old.
You are 1,330,547,052 seconds old.

Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 6.02700587084149 years old. (You're still chasing cats!)



There are 307 days till your next birthday
on which your cake will have 43 candles.

Those 43 candles produce 43 BTUs,
or 10,836 calories of heat (that's only 10.8360 food Calories!) .
You can boil 4.91 US ounces of water with that many candles.


I got this little time waster here. Check it out for yourself.



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I drove her to the store, and she drove me CRAZY!!!

Ahhh... grocery shopping with my mom. For someone who says she has "excellent" hearing, she sure mis-hears a lot!

She got all over me because she thought I was sassing her. She asked a question, I answered it, and she heard me being "snotty". The way it came out of my mouth is not what she heard. She heard what she wanted to hear.

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I went down to the school last night to burn more copies of my aircheck CD. My ancient piece of junk doesn't burn CDs, and Jeff was preoccupied with a game he got for his birthday that he couldn't do it on his laptop for me.

So I went down there, took all of about an hour to burn 20 CDs, talked to Larry for a bit, then went home. Larry was busy last night, or I probably would have stayed later. I had stuff to ask him, and of course I didn't think of any of it while I was there.

Though I would like to sit in when he gives the lecture on podcasting. I didn't have that lecture when I was still a student, because the course length was extended by a month after I graduated.

Maybe I'll ask him on Monday.

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I've got all this crap swirling around in my head. I think someone I know is going to get trapped into a situation they're not going to be able to get out of as easily as they got in. And there isn't anything I can do about it. This someone is on their own with this one.

And, I keep wondering if...naaah, forget it. I don't need to mention that here.

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That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

From a message I sent myself in 2004

this is stef leppard. hear me roar. i am confident and able, i am sure and worthy.

i am me and no one's going to stop me from reaching my goals.

i am _____________.

(the blank once said "Tank's Grrl", but that no longer applies. Right now, I'm not anyone's Grrl. Except my own.)



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I can't seem to figure anything out

...about anything!

I'm trying to read between the lines, and not getting far. In one case, there might not be anything to read between the lines. But, I've never been able to read minds.

In another case, there's a friggin miniseries, complete with twists, turns, red herrings, plots and sub plots, who said what, and what do they really mean? Either you is, or you ain't. No false positives allowed!

Maybe i'm just feeling frustrated. Figuring out human nature has never been a strong suit for me. I'm not flippin' Dr. Phil, I'm just me!

Damn, no wonder I'm not getting any sleep! The lightswitch that flips my mind off at night is apparently malfunctioning...



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I feel like --bleh--

I've got to do something about this sleeping business; or rather, the lack thereof.

Tonight, I slept thru Heist, Law and Order and the local news. So I was wide awake when the phone rang at 12:30am with Saon on the other end.

We talked for about 1/2 an hour about various things, then he had to take one of the river pilots home.

I'm not even sleepy right now.

This is getting ridiculous!

=====

We had Joey over here for a little while yesterday. Tori had to run some errands after Joey's speech therapy session at the elementary school that Amalia and Marc attend... so we get His Hyperness (not hyperactive. There's a difference), tearing at the books again. Mom keeps saying that she needs to put them away (most of them are on top of the refrigerator), and replace them with things he can destroy.

I can take only so much of Blue's Clues before it gets to me. Joey asks for a "show" and that's what his mother provided us with. At least it's not Spongebob!

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Didja hear the one about...

the guy in the UK that was held as a terror suspect because the cab driver took offense to the man's selection of music on his iPod? The guy was singing along to The Clash's "London Calling", and the cabbie got freaked out and called the UK's version of Homeland Security.

The man was questioned and found not to harbor terrorist leanings. In the meantime, the man had missed his flight.

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That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Unknown...

I haven't been getting any really good sleep lately. Every time I manage to fall asleep, something happens.

Last night, it was two phone calls. The first I'm not ready to discuss yet, because I'm still trying to come to terms with what I was told during that call (I actually guessed, but that's beside the point).

The second call came about 1/2 hour after the first (both in the middle of the flippin' night by the way). I thought it was the first person calling back, but instead of the familiar number, the caller ID said "Unknown". I answered it and said hello, and there was nothing on the other end, so I started to hang up. Then I heard a man say "hello?"

Hello? I ask. Who is this?

Who are YOU, the man on the other end said.

After about a minute of "you tell me because you called me" bullcrap, I told him politely that I think he may have the wrong number.

He told me to go to hell. Then the dipwad hangs up!

He had what sounded like to me like a Middle Eastern accent, but I was half asleep, so I could be wrong. And, I don't think he understood English that well, because he kept repeating words he knew, like "hello" and "Who are you?"

I probably could have told him that he was talking to Hello Kitty, and he still would have told me to go to hell. He's got that one down pat!

Geez, the price you pay for being nice after someone wakes you in the middle of the night.

That first call though... I can't make it my problem anymore. I've got things to do.


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Coffee, tea, or... me?

You, he said.

Me?!

Picture me blushing!

...and nervous.
...and
...and
...and

oh, hell...


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Essay: We Knew Each Other... Once

I wrote about him about three years ago. About how, on a whim, plugged his name into Google, and ta da! there he was... and all 13,600 entries that contained his either his first, last or complete name.

Last night, I, again on a whim (or a wild hair up my ass, I'm not sure which), looked up his name on Google, and clicked on Images, and lo and behold, there was a somewhat recent picture of him.

He looked like the same guy I knew, and last saw, in the late 90's, but now is somewhat famous in RPG ("role playing games" for the uninitiated or uninterested) and fantasy art circles. He's a very talented artist (with a college degree to go with it), and he's apparently put it to good use.

So, I'm quite glad about that. It's nice to know that people you knew once upon a time are successful, happy, or whatever. The last time I saw him, he was going through a divorce, and when I contacted him by email three years ago, his mother had passed away not long before.

How did I know this guy to begin with? That story starts out about 15, 16 years ago in Chesapeake, Virginia, at the beginning of my tenure with the callcenter that shall remain nameless.

We were never really friends, per se; more like acquaintances-slash-co workers. We knew each other's names, and we'd talk on occasion in the break room. Sometimes when my unreliable husband would "forget" to pick me up at one in the morning, this man would take me home. I always tried to pay for gas.

Couldn't do that these days, but in the nineties, gas was about a buck a gallon, and not the $2.50 it's approaching now.

He's in a whole different world, out there in Seattle, or wherever he ended up. I hope he's happy. He was a nice man when I knew him, and for all I know, he still is.

I'm in a different world now, too. You can't change who you are, as someone I know now keeps telling me. The nameless call center in Virginia will always be the crossroads in two very different lives gone in completely different directions.

Yes... I knew him. Once upon a time.



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

With all that springing forward...

I think I sprung something falling on my backside last night.

Good thing I've got all that, ahem, padding back there or this could have been serious.

I slept badly last night, so around 3- 3:30am, I got up and headed downstairs. I misjudged the last step in the dark and fell hard on my ass on it instead. Not fun. If I could see back there without the aid of mirrors, I'm sure there'll be a bruise or something. It's not like I could ask my mom or my son to check...

I can just see that in my head, and I'm embarrassed just thinking about that! My mom could have a stroke, and Jeff might be scarred for life! Oh, the horror!

So I will just have to live with it, and suffer in relative silence.


That's all from where I (gingerly) sit.

--MorelaterZ--

It's Sunday...

I made it through the weekend and remembered to "spring forward".

Wheee.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

As much as I liked looking at Dierks Bentley during March...

it's time to change to the April calendar in my Chevy "Year in Rock" calendar that I got from a copy of Rolling Stone... to a band from Canada called the Duhks.

Who are The Duhks? Go to chevy.com and find out all about them.

It's April already????

Goodness...



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--