December 28, 2002

Super Sweet Day of Decadence...or...I need to get a life...sigh

Aahhhh.... the decadence of sleeping in. Today, so far, has been a silky sweet day...course it's only noon...sigh. I slept, or I should say, I lay in bed languishing, until our dog Pete leaped onto my midriff about 8 am and I had to sit up in order to breathe. There were no early morning fights with the kids. No breakfasts to fix except for mine so I ate two bowls of cereal and one leftover breadstick from last night that I had forgotten to put away. The taste of garlic in the morning is not as bad as one might think (my hubby might say differently though...grin) I then read the entire paper in one sitting, drank a diet Mountain Dew...the coffee of Gods...and Goddesses, then putzed around on the computer for an hour. I got only one phone call from work and could handle it without going in My daughter got a phone call from a boy and that made me sad and glad. Sad because she's getting to be that age and growing up so quickly and glad because she handled herself so well (dissed him politely). Around 11am I took an extremely long, hot, bubbly bath. I read while I soaked and when I got out my ass looked like two giant walnut shells! I finally got dressed around 12. I may take my Christmas decorations down...or...I may just take a nap. You do the math...grin
Aahhhh.... the decadence of sleeping in. Today, so far, has been a silky sweet day...course it's only noon...sigh. I slept, or I should say, I lay in bed languishing, until our dog Pete leaped onto my midriff about 8 am and I had to sit up in order to breathe. There were no early morning fights with the kids. No breakfasts to fix except for mine so I ate two bowls of cereal and one leftover breadstick from last night that I had forgotten to put away. The taste of garlic in the morning is not as bad as one might think (my hubby might say differently though...grin) I then read the entire paper in one sitting, drank a diet Mountain Dew...the coffee of Gods...and Goddesses, then putzed around on the computer for an hour. I got only one phone call from work and could handle it without going in My daughter got a phone call from a boy and that made me sad and glad. Sad because she's getting to be that age and growing up so quickly and glad because she handled herself so well (dissed him politely). Around 11am I took an extremely long, hot, bubbly bath. I read while I soaked and when I got out my ass looked like two giant walnut shells! I finally got dressed around 12. I may take my Christmas decorations down...or...I may just take a nap. You do the math...grin

December 27, 2002

Old Mother Hubbard

Christmas is over. The kids are home on holiday. I can't even think of a thing to talk about except the ability of a few teen aged girls and my little ones to eat everything in the entire house plus some!
Christmas is over. The kids are home on holiday. I can't even think of a thing to talk about except the ability of a few teen aged girls and my little ones to eat everything in the entire house plus some!

December 19, 2002

Worked It Well Baby

Okay this was a day I like to call...a muthuh! We were so damn busy we were just waiting for the unfortunate something or other that would send us spiraling into the well known pit of...oh shit what a cluster this day has been and we'll never escape and there is no end to this day. The beauty of it was...WE DID NOT SPIRAL! We were all able to work together and the day went as smoooooth as butter. What a joy to leave at the end of the day physically tired but not emotionally beaten. I can honestly say I enjoyed my job today. Other than that...I have no stocking stuffers yet...I have to pick up 4(at least) more gifts for some unexpected gift givers...and...I don't have hubby's gift yet...have to work tomorrow...b-ball tournament in small out of town area surrounded by no stores on Saturday...Sunday...church...all morning blown away...leaving perhaps...Sunday afternoon to achieve credit card maximum perfection...Hmmmm....could start spiralling at any moment yet...
Okay this was a day I like to call...a muthuh! We were so damn busy we were just waiting for the unfortunate something or other that would send us spiraling into the well known pit of...oh shit what a cluster this day has been and we'll never escape and there is no end to this day. The beauty of it was...WE DID NOT SPIRAL! We were all able to work together and the day went as smoooooth as butter. What a joy to leave at the end of the day physically tired but not emotionally beaten. I can honestly say I enjoyed my job today. Other than that...I have no stocking stuffers yet...I have to pick up 4(at least) more gifts for some unexpected gift givers...and...I don't have hubby's gift yet...have to work tomorrow...b-ball tournament in small out of town area surrounded by no stores on Saturday...Sunday...church...all morning blown away...leaving perhaps...Sunday afternoon to achieve credit card maximum perfection...Hmmmm....could start spiralling at any moment yet...

December 18, 2002

Memories...sigh

Christmas is almost upon us. Again. So soon. We don't have snow here...still around 50-60 degrees...odd and yuck. I think back (on the old days...snigger) when I was young (oh so long ago...hee hee) we had snow all the time! Big snow too. Snow that came in November and stayed until March. Big drifts of white cream puffs. Mittens and boots required. Sledding became boring. We could ice skate everyday. Outside, we talked in clouds, our breath streaming through homemade mufflers. Soon we dreamed of warmer days. Christmas break was FOREVER. We even played "school" during that time. Now...it's warm and brown out. The only cream puffs are my fat cat Pickles. The talk is all about MSN messenger and so on. No one would DREAM of playing school (so uncool). The only skating going on is me trying to work enough of my job between going to b-ball games, music programs, band programs, etc to qualify as A) certifiably insane B) a parent C) bag o goo D) a jar of almonds
Christmas is almost upon us. Again. So soon. We don't have snow here...still around 50-60 degrees...odd and yuck. I think back (on the old days...snigger) when I was young (oh so long ago...hee hee) we had snow all the time! Big snow too. Snow that came in November and stayed until March. Big drifts of white cream puffs. Mittens and boots required. Sledding became boring. We could ice skate everyday. Outside, we talked in clouds, our breath streaming through homemade mufflers. Soon we dreamed of warmer days. Christmas break was FOREVER. We even played "school" during that time. Now...it's warm and brown out. The only cream puffs are my fat cat Pickles. The talk is all about MSN messenger and so on. No one would DREAM of playing school (so uncool). The only skating going on is me trying to work enough of my job between going to b-ball games, music programs, band programs, etc to qualify as A) certifiably insane B) a parent C) bag o goo D) a jar of almonds

December 15, 2002

I Am Better Than YOUR Kids

You know that commercial where the guy runs over to his dresser drawer and pulls on rubber pants...cuz he is going to laugh so hard he'll piss in his pants? Well this is better...check out

I am better that your kids
You know that commercial where the guy runs over to his dresser drawer and pulls on rubber pants...cuz he is going to laugh so hard he'll piss in his pants? Well this is better...check out
I am better that your kids

December 13, 2002

Christmyass

Christmas stress can be blamed for almost anything this time of year. Those extra pounds, the snarly one minute then sweet as a pie attitude of our children, bickering, bubbley gooey singletons who are expecting their "shining moment" on Christmas Eve (the diamond), big fat ass neighborhood "Santas" copping a feel on an unsuspecting moms because they can be "overly friendly" as Good Saint Nick and get away with it, hair loss (due to pulling out hair over thinking up creative and yet inexpensive gifts for secret sants let alone whole entire family plus Sunday school teachers, newspaper delivery boys, school teachers, and anyone else who happens to be included in the circle of "might need a gift for", erectile dysfunction (?)...well anyway...almost anything.
Christmas stress can be blamed for almost anything this time of year. Those extra pounds, the snarly one minute then sweet as a pie attitude of our children, bickering, bubbley gooey singletons who are expecting their "shining moment" on Christmas Eve (the diamond), big fat ass neighborhood "Santas" copping a feel on an unsuspecting moms because they can be "overly friendly" as Good Saint Nick and get away with it, hair loss (due to pulling out hair over thinking up creative and yet inexpensive gifts for secret sants let alone whole entire family plus Sunday school teachers, newspaper delivery boys, school teachers, and anyone else who happens to be included in the circle of "might need a gift for", erectile dysfunction (?)...well anyway...almost anything.

December 09, 2002

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Aunt Flo's Advice For Stupid People

December 06, 2002

Useless

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December 04, 2002

Blue

I admit..it's been awhile since I "blogged". I've been feeling ...well...blahgless...uninspired...whatever. Thanksgiving...went okay. I remember going to my Grandma S home though and I miss it. So many people crammed into her tiny house, kids running aorund everywhere, the football game on, the women chatting, the inevitable belt loosening, the pinochle, the naps, the music, the smells, of course the BEST pie anywhere, the whole messy togetherness of a big family Thanksgiving...sigh...I miss that. We don't get together anymore like we used to. Grandma's home was the magnet that drew us together for the holidays and for some reason we don't make the effort anymore. I don't think I'll be publishing the "comments" box anymore. Doesn't seem to get used so...phooey...out it goes!
I admit..it's been awhile since I "blogged". I've been feeling ...well...blahgless...uninspired...whatever. Thanksgiving...went okay. I remember going to my Grandma S home though and I miss it. So many people crammed into her tiny house, kids running aorund everywhere, the football game on, the women chatting, the inevitable belt loosening, the pinochle, the naps, the music, the smells, of course the BEST pie anywhere, the whole messy togetherness of a big family Thanksgiving...sigh...I miss that. We don't get together anymore like we used to. Grandma's home was the magnet that drew us together for the holidays and for some reason we don't make the effort anymore. I don't think I'll be publishing the "comments" box anymore. Doesn't seem to get used so...phooey...out it goes!

November 27, 2002

Days of Hell

I cannot believe what a day yesterday was. It should be listed in the Guinness World Book of Records under the category of Days Of Hell. The last time I felt this emotionally drained was when we thought my son had cancer. I'm thinking: Time to look around at my options.

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I cannot believe what a day yesterday was. It should be listed in the Guinness World Book of Records under the category of Days Of Hell. The last time I felt this emotionally drained was when we thought my son had cancer. I�m thinking: Time to look around at my options.

November 25, 2002

Poetry

Well...this says a few things about the way I'm feeling tonight...wrote it June 2001...tho it smacks of the truth even yet...CEO STORM

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Well...this says a few things about the way I'm feeling tonight...wrote it June 2001...tho it smacks of the truth even yet...CEO STORM
Why can't it be about Caring For People...instead of the political bullshit and government regulations? Why can't it be about doing what is best for the patient...not what is best for the "Organization"? I am so tired of feeling cornered by rules and regulations that mean shit to someone who just needs help with their daily living...a little assist with their meds...a little helping hand to get a hot meal. I am tired of Doctors who bitch about being overworked then turn around and bitch about not getting their fair share...I'm tired of everyone who does not take responsibility for their own actions...I'm tired of feeling ambushed by other well meaning people who go to committees to complain instead of to the source...I'm tired of the pathetic creatures that seem to thrive in the world of medicine...what the hell.... isn�t it supposed to be about CARING FOR PEOPLE...what ever happened to that? What is going on? Since when did it begin to become ALL ABOUT MONEY? Something�s gotta give folks...things can't go this way...there is too much sadness and confusion...too much smugness and upheaval...

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November 22, 2002

Check out this Colossal Colon Tour info...What a concept


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The bitch posse rides tonight! Our annual christmas shopping weekend starts in approx. 5 hours and will conclude sometime before Monday. We have had some wild and fun times on our sprees. The very first time we went there were 4 of us. We took my cousin Suz' Jimmy GMC up to Grand Island where we were going to be staying with ANOTHER of my cousins. I do not remember how many times we went out to shop then returned to the house to unload then went back to another store to "load up" again. A winter storm hit that night and we were snowed in...what a pity...however no amount of snow was going to stop us from shopping. Well needless to say when we packed up to go home...it was a disaster. We had so much crap packed into that Jimmy...we had to put the seat down in the back and 2 of us rode Indian style bent over with a 5 foot tall Santa wedged in between us all the way back home (2 1/2 hours) What a scene...thank goodness for the alcohol...naughty grin. That Santa was starting to look pretty good about 1 hour into the trip! hee hee hee

November 19, 2002

My mother-in-law has been visiting for a week. She lives about 8 hours away and we don't see her except about twice a year. I am so lucky to have married into a great family that I can get along with. My MIL seems to shock me everytime she visits though. Most times it's observations she makes while I'm at work...like the time she noticed one of my neighbors always had a "nooner"...grin...or the fact that one of my living room sheers was hanging upside down...and had been frankly since I bought them I guess. Anyway...this year it is the big TV scandel. I was taking her and my mother to another town to do some shopping and we were talking about shows on TV and different things when all of a sudden MIL pops up and says something about the Sunday Night Sex Show...! She said her and her walking buddies discovered this show...and was it a doozy. My MIL is a retired nurse and she said that SHE couldn't believe what she LEARNED while watching that show...grin....as a matter of fact she asks me...as I drive down the road a tad over the speed limit...did I know what a butt plug was??? Hee hee hee...I tell you....I never laughed so hard...my MIL was giggling my Mother was laughing...and then while I stumbled and mumbled and pushed the pedal to the floor praying that somehow we would be transported to the next town under magickal powers...she proceeds to enlighten me and my mother with the details of what a butt plug is! It was like I was there! grin Anyway...another shocker was...when we turned on the show....grin...of COURSE...we had to check it out...here was this Marian the librarian type woman in her...say 50's - 60's talking up a very large and very bright pink monster of a vibrator! She was very serious and it sounded like she knew the routine. Well that's my "shocker" story of the year. I can't wait until next year...I mean...really...can this be topped???

November 18, 2002

Fall & Blubber

I feel as if I'm preparing for hibernation. I am stocking up on wood and kindling and matches (my favorite thing is fire as many of you may know). I have all of my quilts out. The leaves are partly raked. My bulky sweatshirts and sweaters are now unpacked from their summer storage and are taking up space in my closet. But the main thing I've noticed is the amount of food I seem to need (ahem...want)...grin...I guess

my body is telling me I need to get my winter blubber packed on...as if my summer blubber needed any help. Wouldn't it be great if our careers allowed for a "bit O hibernation" during the winter time. That would be a dream come true. I can see it now...a winter storm brewing up...the woodstove well stocked and humming with heat...me tucked into a quilt with a book, hot chocolate, toast, and thte TV on just in case a movie might tempt me...sigh...a girl can dream can't she? Well anyway... I found this recipie for "mock blubber" and it somehow soothed me to see the ingredients...I mean...what could be sweeter? Why not give it a whirl...Mock Blubber

Ingredients:

Marshmallows (35 large), 1/3 cup milk, 2 cups heavy cream

double boiler

Directions:

Combine over hot (not boiling) water 35 marshmallows and milk. Stir until melted. Remove from heat and chill until slightly thickened, about one hour. Whip heavy cream until thick and creamy and gently fold into the marshmallow mixture. Pour into a large plastic bowl and freeze over night. Defrost in the refrigerator. Spoon into cups and serve the "blubber". (source unknown)

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I feel as if I'm preparing for hibernation. I am stocking up on wood and kindling and matches (my favorite thing is fire as many of you may know). I have all of my quilts out. The leaves are partly raked. My bulky sweatshirts and sweaters are now unpacked from their summer storage and are taking up space in my closet. But the main thing I've noticed is the amount of food I seem to need (ahem...want)...grin...I guess
my body is telling me I need to get my winter blubber packed on...as if my summer blubber needed any help. Wouldn't it be great if our careers allowed for a "bit O hibernation" during the winter time. That would be a dream come true. I can see it now...a winter storm brewing up...the woodstove well stocked and humming with heat...me tucked into a quilt with a book, hot chocolate, toast, and thte TV on just in case a movie might tempt me...sigh...a girl can dream can't she? Well anyway... I found this recipie for "mock blubber" and it somehow soothed me to see the ingredients...I mean...what could be sweeter? Why not give it a whirl...Mock Blubber
Ingredients:
Marshmallows (35 large), 1/3 cup milk, 2 cups heavy cream
double boiler

Directions:
Combine over hot (not boiling) water 35 marshmallows and milk. Stir until melted. Remove from heat and chill until slightly thickened, about one hour. Whip heavy cream until thick and creamy and gently fold into the marshmallow mixture. Pour into a large plastic bowl and freeze over night. Defrost in the refrigerator. Spoon into cups and serve the "blubber". (source unknown)


November 11, 2002

Scrub My drawers!

I feel like laundry has taken over my life...AGHHHHH

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I feel like laundry has taken over my life...AGHHHHH

November 06, 2002

Beautiful Day...except that the snow has all melted and now the 50 layers of leaves that have been hidden...are now showing. We Won! We Won! The Volleyball Girls Rock! As soon as I got off work I raked, and I raked and I raked, and I hauled and I hauled and I hauled...ugh...and that was only a bit of the back yard! We Won! We Won! We have too many trees...should cut them all down and plant pine trees...did I mention WE WON! WE WON! THE GIRLS VOLLEYBALL TEAM ROCKS! Our local girls team beat a long time rival last night...it was a site to behold!! WHOOOOOOOEEEEEE!!!! Way to go Girls!!!!

November 04, 2002

Candy is a bitch

I went to the dentist on Friday because I lost a crown...he said it had been in 7 years so it was probably due to come out anyway...huh?...I though those were supposed to last forever...anyway...1 filling (found quite by accident and most assuradly forming in the last month as I'd just had my 6 month checkup which strangly showed NOTHING in the way of a cavity) and several strange and bizarre twists of fate later...including the breakage of a dental machine...sort of a gun-like thing that shoots out a foul tasting and "mold type" substance used in the forming of a mold of the tooth, the training of a new person (who by the way proved to be very UNABLE to "suck" out the saliva mixed with my tooth fragments, pieces of my gums dislodged by the misfiring dental tool and whatever the hell else was floating around in my paralyzed mouth...with any ability whatsoever) anyway...after about 1 1/2 hours later I was home with the entire right side of my face including my ear numb and slightly nauseated from the pools of murky crap I swallowed...I had my temporary crown in and was scheduled for my "Permanant" Crown (ie...meaning about 7 years) to be glued in place in 2 weeks...so Saturday evening...right before the Nebraska game...at 5:55 in fact...the said temporary crown came off...I can tell you that a string of words came flying out of my mouth right after I spit the crown out that would have taken the hair off a Persian cat...I was PISSED!!! I was going to get the phone and make the dentist suffer...rant and rave and accuse and demand and make him really squirm...make him question his dental abilities...make him have a nightmare that it was his own poor shitty work that caused the problem. I was ready to be vile and bitchy and entirely cruel...and I would have too...if only I hadn't eaten that piece of caramel... Damn Halloween anyway...shit

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I went to the dentist on Friday because I lost a crown...he said it had been in 7 years so it was probably due to come out anyway...huh?...I though those were supposed to last forever...anyway...1 filling (found quite by accident and most assuradly forming in the last month as I'd just had my 6 month checkup which strangly showed NOTHING in the way of a cavity) and several strange and bizarre twists of fate later...including the breakage of a dental machine...sort of a gun-like thing that shoots out a foul tasting and "mold type" substance used in the forming of a mold of the tooth, the training of a new person (who by the way proved to be very UNABLE to "suck" out the saliva mixed with my tooth fragments, pieces of my gums dislodged by the misfiring dental tool and whatever the hell else was floating around in my paralyzed mouth...with any ability whatsoever) anyway...after about 1 1/2 hours later I was home with the entire right side of my face including my ear numb and slightly nauseated from the pools of murky crap I swallowed...I had my temporary crown in and was scheduled for my "Permanant" Crown (ie...meaning about 7 years) to be glued in place in 2 weeks...so Saturday evening...right before the Nebraska game...at 5:55 in fact...the said temporary crown came off...I can tell you that a string of words came flying out of my mouth right after I spit the crown out that would have taken the hair off a Persian cat...I was PISSED!!! I was going to get the phone and make the dentist suffer...rant and rave and accuse and demand and make him really squirm...make him question his dental abilities...make him have a nightmare that it was his own poor shitty work that caused the problem. I was ready to be vile and bitchy and entirely cruel...and I would have too...if only I hadn't eaten that piece of caramel... Damn Halloween anyway...shit

November 01, 2002

WARNING...do NOT I repeat DO NOT drink Cabernet Sauvignon with Baby Ruth candy bars...the results are disasterous and can include such symptoms as: cramping, nausea, and frequent trips to the bathroom!

October 31, 2002

Halloween Treats

Should one serve a 2000 Cabernet Sauvignon with Baby Ruth Candy Bars??? Should one even think about such a thing? Hell yes...seems to me it's a perfect match! Give it a whirl...perhaps a new Halloween tradition in the making. May I say...it's simply beautiful tonight. Snow on Halloween...soft quiet snow...the quiet is SO QUIET it seems loud...ya know what I mean? I've got a fire going in the woodstove, a handful of the kids candy and I'm thinking about opening up that bottle of vino...sigh...if I can only stay awake that long...yawn...of course the candy is the main inspiration...I could probably eat candy while I sleep...in fact...I think I have. Goodnight all...(as if..."all"...smirk)

October 27, 2002

I remember when I loved to "Fall Back" The time change was an extra hour of dancing and drinking at a club somewhere...now...it just means...well nothing really...damn...I think I just depressed myself...8(

October 26, 2002

Obsessed

I am a consumer of shampoos...an addict really. I love to buy shampoo. I can't seem to stop. I guess I'm looking for that miracle cure...that one perfect combination of chemicals that will magicaly transform me into someone I am not...a big haired sorority girl, a thick maned saucy wench, a shiney tressed perfume girl at the cosmetics counter at a mall...so far...no luck at all. I have thin mousy hair that tends to hang limply. In fact my locks have sort of a sad sack thing going on. My hair energy level is zero. My bounce is flat. Anyway...my husband motioned at me the other day. He asked me why, as I took out a couple of new bottles of shampoo from the shopping bag, I felt the need to buy more hair washing material? I was startled by the question. "Because we were almost out" I told him surprised that he had noticed. Sadly he shook his head and motioned for me to follow him up the stairs to the bathroom. He gently took my hand and said "Honey, look in the shower and tell me if you really needed to buy more shampoo." I opened the door and counted about 12 half full (or half empty) bottles of shampoo gleaming from every available inch of space. "Well" I muttered "I don't take a shower very often I usually take a bath and besides this one is going to make me hair gleam like a Fall day, and this one is infused with essence of something that will make my hair grow thicker!" He just stared at me and said "You need help!" and walked off. I had to admit as I tried to find empty space to store the new poos maybe I did have just a tad too many. The towels were sitting in a neat pile beside the bathroom cupboard and the cupboard itself was holding 2 washclothes a hand towel and about 16 bottles of hair hopes, the bathtub was ringed by containers with names like Herbal Essence, Biolage, Suave, various baby shampoos, Chamomile infused, Lavendar scented, and too many other to name. I'm going to have to face up to it. Maybe there is a 12 step program I can join...if anybody knows of one...please let me know. I don't know how long I can hold off buying new goodies...HELP! I'm having a bad hair day!!!

October 20, 2002

it's just been one of those days...

October 16, 2002

Hey!

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I've been thinking about this black and white picture I saw...a picture of a girl in a tank of water with a "gentleman" outside...peering in...I'll put it up but it doesn't look very good on this blue background....I can't get it out of my mind! I keep thinking "Tank Girl". I looked up the definition of tank and Webster's Pocket dictionary says a tank is a receptical for artificial liquids...go figure

October 15, 2002

Stayed home today to blow my nose full time and watched Accidental Tourist. I love that show!




October 14, 2002

Sick

Okay it's official...I'm sick...sniffle sniffle.....read Electric Frog while I blow my nose!

How about sending your luv ed one a rotting Pumpkin Hallowe'en Card from Electric Frog...8)

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Okay it's official...I'm sick...sniffle sniffle.....read Electric Frog while I blow my nose!
How about sending your luv ed one a rotting Pumpkin Hallowe'en Card from Electric Frog...8)

October 13, 2002

Today I watched Monk...what a riot! I love that show! Here I was talking about NOT watching TV and today I sat my arse on the couch and watched like 3 episodes in a row.
I also had to go back to work and check on my sick patients/residents...not big improvements but not worse thank goodness. I woke up with a scratchy lil cough this am and thought Oh no...now I'm gonna get it....but I feel better this afternoon.

October 12, 2002

Oh My Lord...I hate October Flu Season!!!!!!!!! Agh!!! Everyone is getting sick already and it is TOO early. I walked into work Friday (in case you don't know I am a registered nurse who consults with an Assisted Living Facility and I also work in ambulatory surgery) anyway...I walked into ALF and whammo....2 pretty serious resp illnesses and tonoc I checked in and I can see another 1 or 2 creeping up! No fair for those people! I am afraid it's going to be a long shitty Winter full of illness...enough of that...at least the weather here is gorgous....and last noc I actually watched tv and saw a most interesting documentary about transexuals...or maybe it was transgender...anyway....this poor man...who was a woman....but now...a man....was dying of cervical cancer.....I swear....if that isn't a helluva note....I mean...think of all the crap he went through and then...Wa Lah...she is a man....and happy with his identity......then to be told....Sorry.......you have cancer! SHIT Did anybody else see this show on HBO? Check out Southern Comfort....... I don't watch much tv except for documentaries( I love them) and of course...ER(so I can say...yah...right!)...and that's about it. I guess I'm just out of the loop....ahhhh well.


October 11, 2002

Bedside Stuff

I was looking at the plethoria of crap beside my bed...and wondering ...just what does everyone else have handy for stumbling over at midnight? I have: The Handyman magazine April 2002; Better Home and Gardens April 2002; Rosie april 2002; 2 Writers Digests one an October 2001 and the other December 2002; By The Shores of Silver Lake by Laura Ingalls Wilder; Falling Bodies by Andrew Mark; Dark Rivers of The Heart by Dean Koontz; A Pride Of Healers by Richard Hirschhorn; Dog of Flanders and other stories by Louise De La Ramee; a cruel alarm clock; Brown Boots and of course...a pen! How about You????

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I was looking at the plethoria of crap beside my bed...and wondering ...just what does everyone else have handy for stumbling over at midnight? I have: The Handyman magazine April 2002; Better Home and Gardens April 2002; Rosie april 2002; 2 Writers Digests one an October 2001 and the other December 2002; By The Shores of Silver Lake by Laura Ingalls Wilder; Falling Bodies by Andrew Mark; Dark Rivers of The Heart by Dean Koontz; A Pride Of Healers by Richard Hirschhorn; Dog of Flanders and other stories by Louise De La Ramee; a cruel alarm clock; Brown Boots and of course...a pen! How about You????


October 10, 2002

Wine; whine; bitch...repeat

Really all I'm thinking about now is...Pinot Gris...or.....cold beer...hmmmm.....which would be better??? There is a little spot on the map...if even that...here in Nebraska where the best and coldest beer in the world makes its home...not where I live of course...but those glasses are cold and frosty and there is a "slush" if you will, of beer in the center of each glass! sigh... Actually I will be having a hot green tea...I'm on call ....but a girl can dream can't she??? I played volleyball with the "bitch posse" tonoc...we won one...lost one...We only had 4 players! Damn~! Course so did the other team...but....hey...who's counting! grin
Tourney play starts next week... and then we will be done....I will miss my wednesday night BPVB very much! Won't play again til Spring....Ahhhh Wellllll....there is always the Fall shopping trip to look forward too.....us old bags get together and go christmas shopping in November every year...it has evolved into a weekend getaway......SO MUCH FUN(if one can survive it)....I can't wait.....What is it about your girl friends that can mean so much.....make everything okay~! Actually...who wants to analyze it...I just hope everyone else has a "bitch posse" and gets to have as much fun! am now officially out of gas... bed beckons... yawn......

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Really all I'm thinking about now is...Pinot Gris...or.....cold beer...hmmmm.....which would be better??? There is a little spot on the map...if even that...here in Nebraska where the best and coldest beer in the world makes its home...not where I live of course...but those glasses are cold and frosty and there is a "slush" if you will, of beer in the center of each glass! sigh... Actually I will be having a hot green tea...I'm on call ....but a girl can dream can't she??? I played volleyball with the "bitch posse" tonoc...we won one...lost one...We only had 4 players! Damn~! Course so did the other team...but....hey...who's counting! grin
Tourney play starts next week... and then we will be done....I will miss my wednesday night BPVB very much! Won't play again til Spring....Ahhhh Wellllll....there is always the Fall shopping trip to look forward too.....us old bags get together and go christmas shopping in November every year...it has evolved into a weekend getaway......SO MUCH FUN(if one can survive it)....I can't wait.....What is it about your girl friends that can mean so much.....make everything okay~! Actually...who wants to analyze it...I just hope everyone else has a "bitch posse" and gets to have as much fun! am now officially out of gas... bed beckons... yawn......


October 08, 2002

Wedding aka highway to hell

Well I'm back....you didn't know I was gone did ya. We were in Texas for a wedding...Dallas in fact....I'd never been there before.....the drive was awful....about 12 hours...maybe more...I lose track....We got caught up in Oklahoma City and took what turns out to be a "highway to hell" in Dallas...(check out this link on road rage)....so coming back to good ol Nebraska took like....only 10 hours....grin....piece of cake!

The wedding was great....the reception wonderful....saw family.....but the whole deal just made me realize......I'M GETTING OLDER!!! ugh I know I know....better than the alternative! Gotta go do the laundry now......about 34 loads is all....

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Well I'm back....you didn't know I was gone did ya. We were in Texas for a wedding...Dallas in fact....I'd never been there before.....the drive was awful....about 12 hours...maybe more...I lose track....We got caught up in Oklahoma City and took what turns out to be a "highway to hell" in Dallas...(check out this link on road rage)....so coming back to good ol Nebraska took like....only 10 hours....grin....piece of cake!
The wedding was great....the reception wonderful....saw family.....but the whole deal just made me realize......I'M GETTING OLDER!!! ugh I know I know....better than the alternative! Gotta go do the laundry now......about 34 loads is all....


October 03, 2002

Coffee of the Gods

Well it's 5am and I'm still awake...sort of hanging on by a thin little thread...grin....my youngest got up around 230 with the quivering shivers and a 102 fever....we've been watching cartoons and waiting for the throwing up to start...so far...nothing.....I feel like shit on toast not to mention how my little man must feel... I have to go to work at 6......I can't call in sick cuz.....I asked on Monday for the day off.....and was told no.....think they would believe me if I called in??? HA!!!! My hubby will have to hold down the fort.....ugh....must .....find.....diet Mountain Dew......the "coffee" of the gods........................maybe it'll perk me up....then again....maybe monkeys might fly outta my ass

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Well it's 5am and I'm still awake...sort of hanging on by a thin little thread...grin....my youngest got up around 230 with the quivering shivers and a 102 fever....we've been watching cartoons and waiting for the throwing up to start...so far...nothing.....I feel like shit on toast not to mention how my little man must feel... I have to go to work at 6......I can't call in sick cuz.....I asked on Monday for the day off.....and was told no.....think they would believe me if I called in??? HA!!!! My hubby will have to hold down the fort.....ugh....must .....find.....diet Mountain Dew......the "coffee" of the gods........................maybe it'll perk me up....then again....maybe monkeys might fly outta my ass


October 01, 2002

Fire Fire Mouse Fire

Okay...so you get the idea...I was a fire bug...god I loved fire...still do...but now...I've got other fish to fry. There is a mouse in my house! AHGHHHH! I actually screamed and had a broom in my hand...I feel so...I don't know...Sunday schoolish...silly assed lame. I can dig into the grossest wound with pus running in rivulets...I can clean up an impacted rectum...I can draw blood, start IV's...yet a goddamned mouse can make me scream!!! Good Grief! I heard this munching today...munch munch crunch...I am as sharp as a tac! I knew it was a mouse...so what if I've got a 15 pound cat who has eaten 3...yes 3 hamsters...so what if I have a puppy who has hunted down every last crumb in the house....I still had a stinking mouse in the house! I narrowed it down to the pantry...odd right???...I called and called for my "mouser" ...she never showed up. I knew where to find her though........up in my sons room....snuggled in his beanbag chair....too lazy to get up and catch this mouse!!! I hauled her ass out.....stuffed her into the pantry.......and waited......she just cried and tried to bash the door down. I ended up biffing the little mouse with the broom...shooting it across the room to my waiting stove....just like a hocky player! Eventually we got it with a mouse trap...but....I can only think my house is as dirty as a crap factory....UGH.......Well I'm tired.....and have to work tomorrow......................yuck...............nighty night, Sheryl

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Okay...so you get the idea...I was a fire bug...god I loved fire...still do...but now...I've got other fish to fry. There is a mouse in my house! AHGHHHH! I actually screamed and had a broom in my hand...I feel so...I don't know...Sunday schoolish...silly assed lame. I can dig into the grossest wound with pus running in rivulets...I can clean up an impacted rectum...I can draw blood, start IV's...yet a goddamned mouse can make me scream!!! Good Grief! I heard this munching today...munch munch crunch...I am as sharp as a tac! I knew it was a mouse...so what if I've got a 15 pound cat who has eaten 3...yes 3 hamsters...so what if I have a puppy who has hunted down every last crumb in the house....I still had a stinking mouse in the house! I narrowed it down to the pantry...odd right???...I called and called for my "mouser" ...she never showed up. I knew where to find her though........up in my sons room....snuggled in his beanbag chair....too lazy to get up and catch this mouse!!! I hauled her ass out.....stuffed her into the pantry.......and waited......she just cried and tried to bash the door down. I ended up biffing the little mouse with the broom...shooting it across the room to my waiting stove....just like a hocky player! Eventually we got it with a mouse trap...but....I can only think my house is as dirty as a crap factory....UGH.......Well I'm tired.....and have to work tomorrow......................yuck...............nighty night, Sheryl


September 19, 2002

Memories

Back to soup...just the thought sends me into raptures now. The whiff of an onion brings tears of joy. God I love soup! Chicken, vegetable, beef, cold, hot, rice, noodle...even thick stew with cabbage...I've even made okra when the crisper was empty. So you ask...what does a book of matches have to do with soup? Well...for me...everything. When I was around 8 or so I fell in love with fire. I loved nothing more than going to my grandpa's home in the Fall during potato harvest because after we were done picking up the "taters" we would be sure to have a bonfire. I would wash up a few of the smaller potatos and prick them with a little pearly pen knife and poke them under the glowing embers with a green stick. When I judged them done by the smell...I would roll them out. Just watching the steam under the twilight sky and to feel the heat of the fire on my face and to smell the good dark earth of the overturned soil...that was heaven to me. I didn't often eat what I cooked I just wanted to try to be as near to fire as I could. Bask in the glow and stare entranced into the orange flames. I would sometimes pretend I was an Indian and my only food was that potato. I would save it for a long time andnibble on it. Then I would"feed my stock" (grandpa's chickens) the left over pieces. My love of fire began at an early age. I soon wanted to make my own fires even though we lived in town. We had a large lot though and lived close to the railroad tracks. We had a huge Cedar tree out our back yard...and it was under the wide sweeping branches at the base of the trunck that I dug my first fire pit. I was a good Indian. I dug a large pit, lined it with stones that I found in the ditch beside the railroad tracks. I used kindling and small sticks then a few larger ones and voila! I had a lovely fire blooming beneath the canopy of the cedar tree in nothing flat. I had a watering can full of water ready to douse it at a moments notice, an old Foldgers coffee can washed and filled half full of water, and the vegetables I had managed to find washed up and waiting to be added to the "pot". The only thing I felt even a pang of guilt about was where I "found" my soup ingredients!

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Back to soup...just the thought sends me into raptures now. The whiff of an onion brings tears of joy. God I love soup! Chicken, vegetable, beef, cold, hot, rice, noodle...even thick stew with cabbage...I've even made okra when the crisper was empty. So you ask...what does a book of matches have to do with soup? Well...for me...everything. When I was around 8 or so I fell in love with fire. I loved nothing more than going to my grandpa's home in the Fall during potato harvest because after we were done picking up the "taters" we would be sure to have a bonfire. I would wash up a few of the smaller potatos and prick them with a little pearly pen knife and poke them under the glowing embers with a green stick. When I judged them done by the smell...I would roll them out. Just watching the steam under the twilight sky and to feel the heat of the fire on my face and to smell the good dark earth of the overturned soil...that was heaven to me. I didn't often eat what I cooked I just wanted to try to be as near to fire as I could. Bask in the glow and stare entranced into the orange flames. I would sometimes pretend I was an Indian and my only food was that potato. I would save it for a long time andnibble on it. Then I would"feed my stock" (grandpa's chickens) the left over pieces. My love of fire began at an early age. I soon wanted to make my own fires even though we lived in town. We had a large lot though and lived close to the railroad tracks. We had a huge Cedar tree out our back yard...and it was under the wide sweeping branches at the base of the trunck that I dug my first fire pit. I was a good Indian. I dug a large pit, lined it with stones that I found in the ditch beside the railroad tracks. I used kindling and small sticks then a few larger ones and voila! I had a lovely fire blooming beneath the canopy of the cedar tree in nothing flat. I had a watering can full of water ready to douse it at a moments notice, an old Foldgers coffee can washed and filled half full of water, and the vegetables I had managed to find washed up and waiting to be added to the "pot". The only thing I felt even a pang of guilt about was where I "found" my soup ingredients!


September 15, 2002

Back to Merles cafe. If you read the previous entry you will see that I was only able to see "Robin" eating the pickled egg because I was taking some book matches from the glass bowl on the counter. I was about 8 then I suppose and after my awe from the freakish diner show had subsided I sauntered out with my book of matches fully encased in my sticky fingers with just one thing on my mind. Soup...yes soup.


I remember Merle's Cafe. It was a tiny postage stamp sized cafe/bar along highway 6 and 34 conveniently located across the street from the local "cop shop" and beside the lumber yard. When you walked through the front door you were instantly dazzled by gleaming rows of amber bottles with colorful labels on them and the stacks upon stacks of cigarettes. There was something else that was fantastic and curious there. Three gigantic glass jars were nestled side by side on the counter just beside the cash register. One of them held pickled pigs feet gleaming pearly pink from within the brine, another had pickled boiled eggs that reminded me of giant eyeballs, and the third held sausages swimming in a cloudy reddish brine. I always wondered if anyone ever ate those pickled pigs feet. In fact I hoped that I was there to witness the freakish event. I did see someone eat those pickled eggs. An ancient man who was always sitting at the far end of the bar. His brown derby hat sitting cockeyed on his thin gray wisps of hair and his half empty glass of beer in front of him. His bowed banty legs would be swinging from the cracked and stained black barstool, back and forth, back and forth while he drained one warm beer after another. One afternoon as I sidled in to snatch a book of matches from the glass bowl on the counter I saw him pluck up an egg from the counter. Merle must have dipped one out for him and layed it on a crackling piece of wax paper just before I came in, for the egg was still wet and shiny with a teardrop of brine slipping off the side and dropping to the faded linolium. I watched in awe as the old man opened his mouth and dropped the whole egg into that toothless gap. He looked like a baby robin taking the worm. From then on I secretly called him Robin. Though I never saw him eat another egg I hoped and hoped and waited for him to dip into the pickled pigs feet urn.