October 31, 2006

Green and Orange Tasty Balls!

The only funny thing that happened today is that Cindy and I made 340 popcorn balls. And that isn't really funny at all...when you think of the mess. The balls are a little bigger than baseballs...no shit...and some are orange and some are green. Cindy hates the green flavored...lime and of course...I love them. We made them for the little Trick or Treaters for Tomorrow.
To bed now. With Balls on the mind.

October 29, 2006

Coinckidinck or ???

I just read something...and I guess I should say...saw something that really bothered me.
I was finally able to sit down and read the Sunday paper...Omaha World Herald and in the Main News section I noticed an add for A COMPLETE THANKSGIVING DINNER...$1.84 with a picture of an emaciated man seated with a plate of food. It was an advertisement for the OPEN DOOR MISSION. Now what bothered me was that just below this ad was a bigger ad with the advantage of colored inks stating...GET A FREE TOTE BAG containing a shopping card worth up to $1,000 from Macy's, SkyMall or American Express. It was an ad for HARRAHS...the casino in Council Bluffs.
How pathetic is that? Above there is a picture of a starving man spearing a $1.84 turkey dinner...and below...lets go shopping at the mall for $1,000 !!!
Clever ad management...or...
Also this page had:
A story about how the US may have its first Muslim congressman come November....hmmmmm war innuendo...starving man...free tote bags for $1,000...then below these gems was an ad featuring a couple seated in their expensive living room, happy, gleeful and bragging that they just got a "fewer bills is a wonderful feeling" loan...
Just...makes one think...maybe just me...though...I always do see into things...make things more difficult than they are supposed to be.
Also...my dog Petie...aka...Pissin Pete...keeps FARTING! and I don't mean lady like poofting either. I mean beer drinking jalapeno flavored garlic clove pickled pigs feet snacking hairy chested big bellied tattooed on most of their exposed flesh Harley Davidson riding with a T-shirt saying If you can read this than FUCK YOU!!! MAN FARTS!!!
I'm telling you...that dog is riding a thin line. If I could I would light a sandalwood/cedar/patchouli incense cone and shove it up his little puckered doggie ass with the tip of my boot...if I had boots, an incense cone...and a total lack of self control.

The Stuff Boredom is Made Of

I drank some wine made in a Lexington Nebraska winery recently. I ordered two bottles...the red AND the white. Both were, sadly, too sweet for me. Kind of reminded me of PRISON WINE. Do you remember the recipe for that??
I am still awake because I've been waiting for my chicks to come back to the nest. Katie and her girls had a "night out" and a group of them went to McCook to some scary freaking movie. Andrew had some kind of plan to meet his "girly friend" from another town at a haunted house in McCook. He talked to her on the phone, made some plans, cajoled his sister to take him...blah blah blah blah. In the end...he did not see his girl at all, went to the movie with Katie and her friends and came home fairly happy anyway. I just thank God they came home in one piece. Teen drivers and all...god...I'm trembly yet thinking of it.
Alec is at a friends house for the night.
Mark and I shared a strange and quiet night together. We are both so damn tired we stared blankly at the tv and magazine and the inside of our eyelids.
Now...I need to go to bed.

October 26, 2006

I just KNEW there was an explanation

for me being TIRED every morning!!

"Sexsomniacs" puzzle medical researchers

LONDON, Oct 25 (Reuters Life!) - Researchers are struggling to understand a rare medical condition where sufferers unknowingly demand, or actually have, sex while asleep, New Scientist magazine reported on Wednesday.

Research into sexsomnia -- making sexual advances toward another person while asleep -- has been hampered as sufferers are so embarrassed by the problem they tend not to own up to it, while doctors do not ask about it.

As yet there is no cure for the condition, which often leads to difficulties in relationships.

"It really bothers me that I can't control it," Lisa Mahoney told the magazine. "It scares me because I don't think it has anything to do with the partner. I don't want this foolish condition to hurt us in the long run."

Most researchers view sexsomnia as a variant of sleepwalking, where sufferers are stuck between sleep and wakefulness, though sexsomniacs tend to stay in bed rather than get up and walk about.

While sleepwalking affects two to four percent of adults, sexsomnia is not thought to be as common a problem, according to Nik Trajanovic, a researcher at the sleep and alertness clinic at Canada's Toronto Western Hospital.

But an Internet survey of sexsomniacs carried out in 2005 that drew 219 reliable respondents concluded it was more prevalent than medical case reports alone might suggest.

"Most of the time sleep sex occurs between people who are already partners," Mark Pressman, a sleep specialist at Lankenan Hospital in Wynnewood, Pennsylvania, told the New Scientist.

"Sometimes they hate it," added Pressman of the reactions of sexsomniacs' partners. "Sometimes they tolerate it. On rare occasions you have stories of people liking it better than waking sex."

With no cure, addressing triggering factors -- stress or sleep deprivation -- can help, while Michael Mangan, a psychologist at the University of New Hampshire in the U.S. has set up a Web site, www.sleepsex.org, to help sufferers.

Meanwhile Trajanovic is devising a procedure for diagnosing sexsomnia in legal cases where sufferers have been accused of sexual assault.

October 25, 2006

Suzy Freakin Homemaker!

I did a few orders for the coffee shop and talked to a few salesmen (as usual)but mostly:
I made lasagna, chocolate cake with chocolate peanut butter cream cheese frosting and frosted cinnamon rolls for HOME not the shop. T
he veggies were green beans and sweet taters. Served with a hot roll(not mine but from the shop)of course!
Amazing what not having to go to work all day does for me.
I got several loads of laundry done. Some grocery shopping. I made a little baby lasagna for mom and dad to have for supper.
I took a nap!
I did dishes and thought about dusting but I didn't.
The boys have a football game tomorrow in Blue Hill. It's the play offs. The weather is supposed to suck with wind, rain and cold stuff settling in.
I hate that!
I'm distracted and wanting to sleep now.
Hibernation is setting in...yawn

October 23, 2006

Pootang Mugs are Sooo IN!

Mental note to self...Today is Monday.

I got a new shipment of mugs in the other day. They are really cute and cool with black and white dots and stripes...Some have blue and black some have black and pink. There are various sayings...Some for sisters...Some for friends...Some about being the center of the universe. They looked just like the picture from which I ordered them from. Except for one bizarre thing. Inside each mug there is a series of circles right where the handle attaches on. So what you say? Well...The circle is ahem a series of circles that something like...hmmmmmmmm shall I say...A slice of kiwi? ummmmm maybe a CT scan of a pomegranate? A...hmmmmm how to put it delicately...A gleaming pink/mauve/spotted pootang? Anyway...That's what Mark says. He has formally named these cups my "lesbian cups" and therefore...If you need a special gift for that special someone, like to remind someone of what they are missing or just like to drink coffee and stare straight into a gleaming pink/mauve/spotted pootang...Come on over. I have a bazillion!

October 18, 2006


I see that my blog looks like ASS in IE. CRAPOLA. Now I have to figure out if I can fix it.

Random Tid Bits...I know...a SHOCK!

I'm in the midst of planning a Halloween day Witches Tea for the coffee shop. Should be fun. I need some entertainment at the 10 am slot so if you play the nose harp or can fart the star spangled banner...let me know.

Katie is following in her mother and grandmothers footsteps. Remember when my mom dropped a curling iron on the white of her eye?? and when I dropped a curling iron on my ahem...petite nose and burned the unibrow off?? Well, Katie dropped her curling iron and fried her neck. At first I thought she had a hickey and was I PISSED!!! Then I realized...she's a tip off the ole block head.

The girls won last night after a bit of a scare. Saturday is a tournament at Cozad for which I will be late because I have to work...damn...

Katie is filling out college scholarship apps and she found the Duct Tape scholarship where if you and your date go to prom in outfits made entirely from duct tape...you get a $3,000 one. Not sure of all the details but that sounded funny!

The play was good. Cast very well I must say. The wicked stepsisters were too too funny. Katie wanted to be one of them but I have to say she made a nice Queen instead. I'll try to post some pics soon. They are all on our Apple which I LOVE and it's rare that I type on our old dinasauer HP.

Andrew is "sparking" a girl from out of town and I think it's going to make me grayer and older and I said to him, Can't you just date someone in town and go to the bowling alley or something? He just looked at me with that look...you know the one.

Alec is trying to gain weight so he can wrestle a kid he knows from somewhere. He has been stuffing his face regularly and with an increase from the usual. One of his old classmates (seventh grader) wrote to him. The kid is 6'3" and weighs 230...!!! Can you imagine? In seventh grade?? 12 years old!! I bet there isn't enough food in the fridge for that. And he isn't even through growing yet. Yikes!

Well, I can't think of anything else at the moment. Gotta go make cinnamon rolls.

October 14, 2006

Tell Me Why...

When a man does something like a few loads of laundry or washes a couple of dishes he gets praise and worship and comments like, I hope your wife appreciates you and when a woman does things like laundry or washing dishes it's just...part of her job and no one says, I hope your husband appreciates you????

October 12, 2006

Writing in my Spare Time

It's almost 3 am and I'm still awake. Too many thoughts spinning around and too much diet Pepsi late at night. We went to Kearney today to Dad's oncologist. I guess that's on my mind. We have a few options to discuss all of which are not the best...but it's come to that I guess. We can (1) start chemo again, (2) see a thoracic surgeon for a procedure that involves many days in the hospital, chest tubes, drains and the "scarring" of the pleural space of the lungs, or (3) we can go along like we have been.
In other news...we remain so very busy with the kids and their activities that it boggles the mind. Alec has his last junior high football game tomorrow...away of course...in the Arctic cirle. He is hoping in fact SURE they are going to kick butt and win this game! Andrew's junior varsity football is done (they had a disappointing season but I felt that Andrew improved in each game so that was a plus. The varsity football game is away on Friday and we need to post a win. Katie has volleyball games left for awhile and I'm glad. I love volleyball and we have a good little team...Katie has done a great job this year and we are proud of her. Funny...it won't be long and it will be time for basketball. The time is going by so fast now.
The dinner theater is this weekend already. It's Cinderella. Katie is the Queen...although she would have been a perfect wicked stepmother and I think she actually got that part but she wanted someone else to have it...so...ta dahhh...she is the Queen and Andrew is...hmmmm...what we call a "village person". He is an extra and all I know he must do is...waltz with someone. He won't tell me who and he won't let me help him. Because as you all know...I'M TOOPID! and UNCOOL!!

(mental note...must order flowers for opening night)

Well, I better try to sleep...only 2 hours till I have to get up and MAKE THE DONUTS!

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New Options...I guess you'd call it options...

Dad's scan showed, hold your breath, fluid in his lungs...again.
I'm afraid this is how things will be. Take the fluid out, back the fluid comes.
I would have to say that Dad doesn't have as many symptoms of the reaccumulation of fluid...as he did last time.
We went to the oncologist today.
Basically she said she thought the fluid was reaccumulating because of "cancer". I really think that Dad thought his cancer was, well, gone. Because of all the radiation, the chemo, the procedures he's undergone and the side effects of these things he had forgotton one thing. He has cancer. Cancer AND side effects of those other things.
The oncologist gave us three options. One...a different type of chemo, Two...consult with a thoracic surgeon who could put Dad in the hospital for several days, insert bilateral chest tubes, drain both lungs, "scar" up the pleural spaces and MAYBE this would work to keep the fluid from reaccumulating, Three...go on as we have been, still getting monthly Zymeda, draining the lungs as needed.
I don't know, for some reason I had convinced myself that the fluid was related to, perhaps, the radiation or chemo. As we were about to leave I thought to ask the Dr. this question. She said, No...the fluid is not caused by these things. She seemed sure. I still question it. I don't think she likes me. I don't think the nurses like us either. I hate that place. I see them visiting with other patients, caring, asking questions, touching, making eye contact...and then...they seem very very different to us. I wonder why.
Anyway, we have to talk about our options and figure out what to do now.

October 09, 2006

Keeping Up With The Jones...and Getting Caught!

Mark went to Kearney on Saturday to get the rest of the crap he needed to open the pharmacy in Oxford. While he was there he picked up a TV. He has been mentioning lately(frequently and in excess) that the screen is blurry, the reception is crap... yadda yadda yadda. I don't really notice this because I don't tend to watch the tube even when I watch tv, besides my "eyes are blurry anyway". So...Mark got that set up on Saturday night.
Sunday, we went to church. Even Mark went along, much to my surprise. As I was driving off, pissed off as usual because we were late, I couldn't find the collection envelopes, my socks were loose, my toenails unpainted, my hair like a scarecrow, my clothes clingy, my bra strap twisted, my purse full of empty mint wrappers, my kids fighting and crabby and wearing "unchurchy" clothes, I saw Mark standing by the garage door looking as pissed as I was. He snarled, I guess I'll walk to church to which I slammed on the brake and said, Unless you want to ride with your family?? And off we went, the whole big happy group.
Funny enough the sermon was about "Keeping up with the Jones" and I almost laughed my ass off. BECAUSE, the pastor used as an example the very same tv that is now sitting in our living room! as a method of "keeping up with the Jones". Coinkidink? or the wrath of God...hmmmmm....somthing to ponder I guess.

Death by Caffeine

Check out this link...death by caffeine...
You type how much of your "poison" you ingest per day and your weight (yes it's okay to lie because I did!) and it spews out how many drinks it will take to kill you.

October 08, 2006

Burn Baybe Burn

Been busy with the kids - (countless ball games football and volleyball, cookies/meals/snacks/drinks to be made, costumes to sew, money to give, clothes to wash, febreeze to spray into football shoes gag gag gag), making up drinks for the coffee shop (come try Great Gobs of Gopher Guts Swirly), and am tortured by trying to think of a cure for facial skin burns achieved by using steaming hot enough to burn your face clear the hell off hair removal wax. Not that I burned myself...yet. But it doesn't hurt to be prepared. I've heard this sort of thing happens sometimes.

October 01, 2006

Dad is to have a CT scan tomorrow. We haven't seen the Dr. in a month. Dad is pretty short of breath. His activity is very limited. His appetite is poor but he eats anyway. Time is flying and we don't know what is in store for us. Everything revolves around the cancer.
We maybe should have went to North Platte for treatment.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.

Pretty Song

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