December 27, 2007

Tales of ASS & Rings of Fire!

My washing machine smells of ASS. I am SURE it's our lovely water.
Legendary.
Less than a month ago I took the washing machine apart and cleaned it like a dirty ear canal. I excised lumps and bumps and balls of goo. I coaxed things out of openings that should very well be left to hide.
Then I put it back together and VOILA!
MY washing machine smells like ASS...therefore my clothes smell like ASS!

In other news...for Christmas I received a trip! Me, my Mom, Cindy Sue and her Mom are going on a trip!! Guess what the "trip" is. A show called RING OF FIRE! NO...it's not a show about hemmorhoids...I don't think. I keep trying to call Cindy Sue...but she ISN'T HOME!
GET HOME CINDY!! I need to know what we are going to see!!

December 25, 2007

Pew Spew


So...right when we needed to go to church for Christmas services, Andrew came downstairs, in wrinkled clothes. It was a battle, as you can see, for him to surrender his shabby T to be pressed. In fact, I discovered a glitch, I was out of Magic Sizing so had to wet a washcloth, throw the clothes in the dryer and patiently wait...all the while thinking church started at 7:15 instead of 7:00.
Reality check...church started at 7:00. We squeaked in. This may become our Christmas letter picture.
All through the service people were coughing, coughing, coughing behind us. Not just your average "ahem" kind of cough. No, this was a phleghmy, loose, yet at time harsh barking HACK. It was all I could do to stop myself from standing up and sctreaming for the Riccoli girl. Dear GOD, I thought, please help this virus spewing pew of peoples from spreading disease and mucous. I felt myself edging further and further and further to the front of our pew. I tried to sing but I was just listening for the chorus of croup behind me and waiting for the splat of a loogie on the back of my neck.
On that note...good night and pleasant dreams.

December 22, 2007

I Been Good...I Promise!!

I need to be asleep, in bed, on the couch, in the recliner, in a hot tub with a beer...or somewhere...instead...THIS! It feels like someone has a twist tie around my spine and that someone is slowly but surely twisting it. DAMN I hate that. It's been a long donkey assed day and I have a feeling it's going to feel that way tomorrow too. I'm watching the weather channel and wishing for a big coke with ice. and nachos and a fire in the woodstove and yahhhhh a back rub...HEY FAT MAN IN A RED SUIT...WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU??!!

Christmas Coming

Thanksgiving gone and already Christmas in few days. Time is flying by. I have been re-reading a book that is about a woman who takes care of her dad who is dying of lung cancer. I hate it, yet I read it. Sounds true to me. Hard to take and hard to put down. In some ways it feels good to know that other people have gone through the same experiences as you have. Some comfort in that. A week ago or so, Mom made a Christmas tree for Dad's grave and we took it to the cemetary. It fits right over the vase. We also took a greenery type deer and put him there too. It's so hard to believe that Dad is dead. I have been trying to block out thoughts of his sickness because it is hard to think of him like that now. It makes me feel so very very sad. In fact I can't really write anymore now.

December 19, 2007

Tiddly Notes of Non Interest



Got a new haircut/dye/eyebrow wax today after I took Alec to get his braces off. YES! No more braces! Now...Crest White Strips! Equal price I think. I got my shopping done now I need to wrap. I also need to get groceries. No cereal left. Gotta make candy and other sugar crusted goodies. Need to cut Peties toenails. I may just paint them pink. Why can't he chew his nails? That would be damn handy for me.
Not much else going on but life in the fast lane. You guys know how that is right?
I feel like watching a sad movie in the dark with nothing but Christmas lights on.


Like my hair? You should see my unibrow.

IT'S GONE!

Thank you Aunt Mary for ripping off that catterpiller that was living between my eyes!

December 16, 2007

Get The Cawfee!

December 14, 2007

Dickhead vrs Duckhead

Yesterday, I went online to Zappos.com which is a shoe place I LOVE. I ordered the exact same shoes as the one that was the subject of my previous rant. or...so I thought. They came today. Can you believe that?! I love Zappos! Anyway, I opened the box and just then Andrew came home from practice. I showed him the box and told him the shoes arrived. His eyes got VERY wide. He tried hard not to smile. I looked down and had to say I got a chuckle. The shoes are exactly the same in every way except for the brand name. These are not FADED GLORY brand...these are...gulp...D U C K H E A D. brand. Which really isn't funny except if you kind of think...D I C K H E A D brand...which in reality is EXACTLY what happened to the previous shoes.

sigh

December 13, 2007

A Penis Ain't ART Dumbass

My book, "Don't sweat the small stuff for moms" just came from Amazon. In the nick of time really. Maybe. I just don't know how we are going to get these kids raised without being scarred for life. I mean you hear people worrying about scarring their KIDS for life...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHHA A WHAT A JOKE. PEOPLE...IT'S THE OTHER WAY AROUND!!!
I have ONE thing to say about in school suspension and it will probably end up being a whole slew of things...who am I kidding. Here goes. If you use In School Suspension for every little thing then it isn't SCARY enough. There is no fear in kids being suspended anymore. They are jaded. They are not afraid of being suspended or going to the superintendents office or the principal at all. When I was in school it was FREAKING SCARY to be suspended. Hardly anyone ever ever ever got suspended. When someone did it was NEWS it was SCARY it was usually something AWFUL, like threatening the teacher, or throwing a desk across the room. Now...it's an everyday thing. Commonplace. Some kids, such as my own, have frequent flier miles. They may even have their own name tags or favorite in school suspension chairs. I mean, really now just for comparison...if I have the stories right...isn't it bizarre that kids who steal money from the school get 3 days of in school suspension and don't have to pay any money back and a kid that sayyyy draws a penis on a shoe with an ink pen gets 2 days of in school suspension and is told that he must pay to replace the shoes?? I agree there needs to be punishment. Like, if my kid drew a penis on a shoe that belonged to a girl and the superintendent or principal called me and told me about it I would (and did) take my kid to the parents house and require my kid to apologize to the girl AND the parents AND offer to replace the shoes. I totally agree there needs to be punishment. And the shoes need to be replaced (by money from the budding artist son) even though the shoe easily cleaned up when we went and got it from the principals office.
Now...to rant a little on the girls or girl or whoever...Come on...can't you handle anything yourself without tattling? If that would have happened to me when I was in school (yes I know, back in the old days) I would have scrubbed my shoe clean and went on with my day. I would never have dreamed of running to the superintendent or principal and tattling about every little thing that happened to me...ESPECIALLY if it involved a PENIS!
I guess because in those days...it was scary not only to SEE the principal or superintendent but it was even SCARIER TO TALK TO HIM.

good LORD I just don't know anymore...about anything...or anyone...
The moral to my story is:
We need to be raising independent AND respectful kids who can not only cope with a little ink drawing on a shoe but can also be SMART ENOUGH AND RESPECTFUL ENOUGH NOT TO PUT ONE ON A SHOE...dumbass...a penis AIN'T ART!

December 11, 2007

Hey Alf...Make HARD and I might think about it!

An e-mail in my junk file.

from alf armando - subject line was...We make soft to be near you‏

December 04, 2007

You're Gonna Have Pencil Envy



UPS paid a visit to my place the other day and left a brown wrapped box inside my front door. Guess what I got? I got a nice, big pencil with it's own plug in. It's quiet and prickly and my kitty cat loves to play with it. Wanna see it?



You like my prelit pencil tree?

ps...please note that these pictures were taken AFTER Cindy took me out to drink 2 beers. She MADE me drink 2 whole beers. I wanted to get a ginger ale but NOOOOOOOO she MADE ME DRINK BEER!! I guess that's why my eyes are all "starey" and stuff. Yup...now if only I had hair dye!!

December 01, 2007

Guess What I Did Today


...and although my ASS is bruised I actually busted my head. DAMN YOU ICE...DAMN YOU TO H E double TOOTHPICKS!

Secret Code or Coincidence?

I just googled...ersyjrt and I meant to type weather. Guess what popped up?

first 3 top choices were a lotof bullshit garble but...NUMBER 4...See results for: weather

National and Local Weather Forecast, Radar, Map and Report

How the hell did that happen anyway????

Well...it's icy and maybe I can't open the shop today. Gotta go get ready to fall down and break my ass.
Later

November 28, 2007

Nude Mopping

Well...how else to get the bathroom floor sparkly and avoid flinging that pee pee poo poo mop water onto your clothing. Skin washes easily whereas if I go near my washing machine in the next day or so it may suck me in and kill me. Thats me...safety girl!

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November 24, 2007

Don't Take My Tom!

I'm watching Pieces of April, which you all know is one of my favorite movies. One of the memorable lines is, "Please give me my stupid fucking turkey!".
This was the first holiday without Dad. I took the kids up to the grave site to see his headstone before we had our Thanksgiving. It's been a bit sad. Mom stayed all night last night. We thought about going shopping at 5 am. We've never done that before...but...didn't work out.
Anyway, hope you had a nice turkey day and you had a smart bird in the pot!

November 20, 2007

No Dogs so..ESPN or VAGINA

Guess what?
Tonight...no dogs...no lights...no barking/howling/singing...no nothing.



strange...I miss Junior and even Claud...not their shit really...just their faces...

Like PRINCE sings to me, "You're never satisfied!"


Well...the vagina monologues are on ... so I've got to I've got to turn the channel now and watch ESPN

Top 10 Reasons I Love New Neighbors

10) Hey, I'm an animal lover and aren't I lucky my neighbor just moved in two nice, black labs. Junior, who I like to call CowDog cuz his turds are about the size of a cowpie and Claud who I like to call Pavarotti...I think you know why. In case I get bored with them, I could listen the tin can yip of "the indoor doggie" who I like to call asshole.
9) Thanks to the futuristic thinking of my new neighbor ak "Sweetie" I would have a front row seat if someone built a drive in theater in my or Sweeties backyard. Let's hear it for drive in OR drive through backyards!
8) I do not have to worry about stubbing my toe when the sun goes down thanks to Sweeties outdoor MEGAWATTAGE dog night light.
7) If dog piss is good for watering flowers, trees and grass I have nothing to worry about as far as my brand new herb/prairie flower border that I planted just last year!
6) I love how rustic the border in my backyard looks with a cattle gate and wooden door on its side held up with tomato cages.
5) There is just something about the scent of large dog breed shit and piss that speaks to me as I go out back to put steaks on the grill....ahhhhhh
4) There's absolutely nothing wrong with beer, in the morning, with Sweetie and Junior and Claud.
3) I would never have been able to see that deer being gutted at 10 pm without the help of Sweeties night light.
2) I LOVE a good fiesta around 2 am.
1) I LOVE DOG SHIT

November 15, 2007

Eat My Lawn Ornament! or a Donut!!

I baked pumpkin spiced donuts with a dusting of nutmeg and cinnamon tonight...oh yah...I forgot...since I was out of vanilla I had to use spiced rum. They were not too bad really...actually pretty good. Other than that...wrestling...balh blah blah...bleacher butt syndrome...blah blah blah...pricing and marking Christmas goods...blah blah blah...bitching about my new lawn ornaments...they are not lawn gnomes but they are about the size of a large gnome. Yes...my new ornaments are...LARGE HEAPING PILES OF DOG SHIT!
Yes...I bet you can't wait to get some of your own. I would share mine...but I'm getting sortta attached...by the shoes mostly.

November 11, 2007

Oh Buddy Boyyyy GET THE BEER!

I just saw there is a movie called "Buddy Boy" and the description says, "A teen caring for his disabled alcoholic mother spends free time spying on a neighbor."

I think I know this disabled alcoholic mother....hee hee hee

November 06, 2007

Hell Yes and Hell No

I imagine hell is perpetual daytime, around 5am, and alarm bells, and never any naps and mascara in your eye, itchy feet and dry skin around your nose and heartburn. I would venture to say that hell is thin hair on your head and a full mustache(for women), eyebrow waxing, bra strap slipping, and popcorn kernels under your bridge. Also, for good measure one must throw in mouthwash that burns, biting the inside of your cheek, earaches and cold sores. Ingrown toenails, skinny relatives who are also beautiful and nice, and crumbs under the couch cushions. You could also refer to hell as dirty ceiling fans, stickers in your socks and daydreams of naps at 2pm.

November 05, 2007

Surgery and Tickle Tickle Tickle


Just looking at the e-mail and watching a little plastic surgery on the tube. Facial deformities, very insteresting and makes me miss nursing.
It's midnight and I need to go to bed but I don't want to. Seems like a short/long weekend as I worked every waking hour and some that should have been spent sleeping, decorating at the shop.
yup...Christmas came to Shirley K's this weekend.
yipee
I just ate a popcicle and now I'm watching a facial surgery to lengthen a jawbone of a tiny baby.
Petie is asleep on his brown blankie beside me on the couch. I'm going to tickle his hind feet hairs. He HATES that! heee hee heee
I supose this makes me an evil bitch. Oh well
so be it
night night

October 29, 2007

Study On THIS!

This article from SWNEBR News
50 million year old spider brought 'back to life'

A 50-million-year-old fossilised spider has been brought back to life in stunning 3D by a scientist at The University of Manchester.

In a paper published in the latest issue of the Zootaxa journal, Dr David Penney and co-authors from Ghent University in Belgium report on the use of a technique called ‘Very High Resolution X-Ray Computed Tomography’ (VHR-CT) to ‘digitally dissect’ tiny fossils and reveal the preservation of internal organs.

Dr Penney, from The School of Earth, Atmospheric and Environmental Sciences (SEAES), specialises in studying spiders trapped and preserved in amber tens of millions of years ago.

The male spider studied in his latest paper is a new species named Cenotextricella simoni. It is around 53-million years old and was found preserved in amber in an area of France known as the Paris Basin.

This is the first time the VHR-CT technique has been used to digitally dissect a fossil in amber – and Dr Penney says it has the potential to ‘revolutionise’ their study.

The VHR-CT technique was originally developed for medical diagnostic purposes.

Dr Penney said: “This technique essentially generates full 3D reconstructions of minute fossils and permits digital dissection of the specimen to reveal the preservation of internal organs.

“Up until recently the only place to do such scans was at The University of Texas, although they never achieved results like these.

“My colleagues in the department of Subatomic and Radiation Physics at Ghent University in Belgium have significantly increased the resolution of the technology, bringing some quite amazing results.

“This is definitely the way forward for the study of amber fossils.

“Amber provides a unique window into past forest ecosystems. It retains an incredible amount of information, not just about the spiders themselves, but also about the environment in which they lived.”

Dr Penney is currently spending an indefinite period in the African jungle in a ‘living laboratory' studying spiders.

Earlier this year, a species of spider which dates back more than 20 million years was named after Dr Penney. The amber-encased spider which was discovered deep in a Mexican mine is thought to have lived long before the first humans.

It was found by a Mexican researcher who earned the right to name the species and he chose the name ‘Episinus penneyi’ in honour of his former colleague.



Okay...this guy SPECIALIZES IN studying spiders trapped and preserved in amber tens of millions of years ago. WTF?? and I'm worried about what MY kids are going to study in school. Let me say this...is my kid came home on Christmas break and said she wanted to specialize in studying spiders trapped and preserved in amber tends of millions of years old I would slap her. and then...I would say...why don't you just get married.


ha ha

October 24, 2007

Cancer and Wine

Tonight, after 'WINE CLUB" meeting numero 1 of which I will visit about soon. I turned the tv on and was astonished to see a show called CRAZY SEXY CANCER. The girl who was the "star" met up with someone whose blog I read almost every day when my dad was sick. Erin, who works for glamour magazine and deals with her own cancer very publicly, was on this show. I felt so weird, like I knew her personally. Seemed strange. Started me thinking.
Sometimes, I feel like it's only a matter of time before I get cancer. I think, well, when I get enough sleep, when I lose enough weight, when my relationship is totally good with my kids, my husband, when my business life is balanced with my home life, when all is in place...that's when it will happen. So...maybe I'm pessimistic, maybe I'm realistic, maybe I'm going to be happy with being a tired, fat, bitch who owns a disorganized coffee shop for that reason. I don't know.

Life With Cancer

October 19, 2007

Super Dooper Dumb Ass Attack!

Tomorrow is only Saturday! Hell...I have to work!

Also...my scary costume came in. I am going to conquer my fear of CLOWNS this year by becoming a freaking scary ass clown for halloween. gag I hate the thought of it. I think our coffee shop theme should be "FREAK SHOW"...and I'm NOT telling why.

ps you know who you are...is my SHELF DONE YET?!!!

I"m going to bed...

October 17, 2007

Thank You Pad O Meter!

Well, even though I'm not having a happy period or even a period now I thought I would check out the "pad o meter" to find out if I have a problem and if I did could it be identified. Because...you know...I love oracles and such. Anyway, I sent my emotional description "moody" into the "meter" and after a bit of sproinging and wheel turning out popped my diagnosis...I am not moody people...I AM FUCKING COMPLEX!...period or not! I am not whiney...I AM SELF AWARE you IDIOTS!! geeze I guess I'm not so damn bad after all. If only my kids could see me through the great and wonderful Pad O Meters eyes...sigh....they might realize what a hip, aware and cool being I am.

October 15, 2007

October 14, 2007

Well...Hell!

Which jobs have highest rate of depression?
Report says personal care, restaurant industries suffer worst cases of blues

WASHINGTON - People who tend to the elderly, change diapers and serve up food and drinks have the highest rates of depression among U.S. workers.
Workers who prepare and serve food — cooks, bartenders, waiters and waitresses — had the second highest rate of depression among full-time employees at 10.3 percent.

In a tie for third were health care workers and social workers at 9.6 percent.

Most of the women I know are food servers and diaper changers along with their career. Like...is there a choice in that anyway??

October 12, 2007

I Love Balls!

I love BAWLS
and I REALLY love MEATBALLS!
Especially THIS MEATBALLS! Which I watched the last half tonight. I may have to buy that movie. I think the kids would even like it...maybe.


Notice the HOT short shorts the guys wear! hee hee They would just SHIT if they had to wear those now.

October 09, 2007

Four Months Gone Already

I keep thinking about Dad and when he died. The hospital room that day, the way he "talked" with his eyes until the very end. I keep remembering the last breath he took. I can't help it and I hate to think of it and I wish I could think of other things. Better things.
Not long after Dad died Mark and I thought we would go fishing at the creek. I went into Mom and Dads garage to get Dad's tackle box. I picked it up, opened it up and my mouth dropped open. Inside were a jillion cigarette butts. Neatly packed on top of his lures. In fact it looked like they belonged there. Obviously he hadn't quit smoking. I guess I knew that...deep inside I knew it. I shook my head and Mark and Mom stood there with their mouths dropped open. I felt such a...dismay...it seems like I was always telling my Dad not to smoke when I was a little girl. I hated the smell...although sometimes now I like the slight whiff of a cigarette burning... I don't smoke...can't stand it...I remember thinking...I wonder when he will die of cancer back when I was little.
terrible thoughts
Mom and I picked out a headstone. There is a fishing scene on the back. The only thing it needs is a cigarette and the picture would look like him.
Wish I could sleep

October 08, 2007

Don't You Love the Word...DRACONID??

Space Weather News for Oct. 8, 2007
http://spaceweather.com

METEOR WATCH: The annual Draconid meteor shower peaks on Oct. 9th at 0430 UT--in other words, tonight at 9:30 pm PDT or 12:30 am EDT. Don't expect a big display. The source of the shower, comet 21P/Giacobini-Zinner, is far away and unlikely to produce more than a few slow meteors every hour. It should be noted, however, that unexpected Draconid outbursts have happened as recently as Oct. 2005 resulting in dozens to hundreds of meteors per hour. Could tonight be such a night? If you decide to look, keep an eye on the northern sky (Draco is not far from the north celestial pole) during the hours around the predicted peak.

October 04, 2007

Sad Really

You ever get up in the morning and first thing you think about is, "Will I get to take a nap before bedtime??"

October 03, 2007

Snip that Sucker!

Last night around 11 pm Alec informed me through a muffled voice that he had a wire poking into his mouth that was on his very back tooth. side note...my mom took him up to the ortho yesterday and he got a few things adjusted on his braces. Anyway, I looked into his mouth and saw...rice krispies...gag and after he rinsed I saw...a wire poking directly into the ripped and shredded tissue near his molars. OH MY GOD I said, I have to do a little sugery! Alec got wide eyed but laid down and opened his mouth. I got a q-tip, sterilized my tweezers, found and cleaned, sterilized a toenail scissors (just kidding), I really just looked into his mouth and wished I had a hemastat to snap off that little damn wire. I thought a bit about calling the dentist...especially as Alec pulled out a wad of his t-shirt he had ripped off his sleeve to use as padding during the school day. I looked around for a taper candle to shove into that little space between cheek and wire...nothing...nothing...FINALLY...I remebered I had some wax that I'd used for arthritis pain on someone (probably me) and slightly warmed that and made a wad the size of a walnut and Alec shoved it in. I would call the dentist in the am and hopefully get that sucker snipped.
what next?

don't EVER EVER EVER SAY THAT...the trouble fairy will come right your way...take it from me

September 30, 2007

Leaping Leotard

I got a "rebounder" which is a mini baby trampoline type thing that is about as big as a pillow and fits cleverly into your decor(???) and is in my living room so I can "jump into health" or shall I say HELL...while watching tv or listening to the washing machine slug and slog away. I tell my children to stay away as the sight of a fat woman with large headphones(among other things) wearing capri sweatpants and a gargantuan gray sweathshirt singing and leaping on a mini trampoline could scar them for life. They don't find it a problem staying away. Who would.

September 26, 2007

HA! Yah RIGHT!

I recently read THIS article that inluded THIS phrase:

Black holes as a birth control measure

huh?? No shit...the only black hole I know better not have a baby coming out of it and if it does you can bet your ass that NATIONAL ENQUIRER and large sums of money would be involved

A Quality That Someone Needs To Work On

EMPATHY:

According to the The Penguin Dictionary of Psychology (1995), empathy can be describe as:

a. "A cognitive awareness and understanding of the emotions and feelings of another person. In this sense the term's primary connotation is that of an intellectual or conceptual grasping of the affect of another."

b."A vicarious affective response to the emotional experiences of another person that mirrors or mimics that emotion. In this sense there is the clear implication that an empathic experience is a sharing of the emotion with the other person."

c."Assuming, in one's mind, the role of another person. This meaning derives from 1, but differs slightly in that there is added the notion that empathy involves taking on the perspective of the other person. This meaning is common in the literature on moral development where some theorists argue that empathy with another is a prerequisite for the development of a moral code."

d."In H. S. Sullivan's theory of personality, an unverbalized, covert communication process whereby attitudes, feelings and judgements are passed from person to person without ever being publicly articulated. Sullivan's use of the term is quite broad and encompasses the more restricted connotations of the above meanings. See sympathy for more on the terminology of shared affect."

Source: empathy. The Penguin Dictionary of Psychology (1995). Retrieved 20 December 2005, from xreferplus. http://www.xreferplus.com/entry/149516

Empathy and understanding are closely related. [U]nderstanding as a method characteristic of the humanities is a form of "empathy" or re-creation in the mind of the scholar of the mental atmosphere, the thoughts and feelings and motivations of the objects of his study...(von Wright, 1971, p.6).
[edit] Application in classrooms and similar settings

“An understanding heart is everything in a teacher, and cannot be esteemed highly enough. One looks back with appreciation to the brilliant teacher, but with gratitude to those who touched our human feeling. The curriculum is so much necessary raw material, but warmth is the vital element for the growing plant and for the soul of the child.” – Carl Jung

A bachelor’s degree in education on any level always includes a multitude of psychology classes to help teachers not only understand how children learn, but also how they feel. In the new era of inclusive education, greater emphasis as been placed on being empathetic and identifying the students’ conditions, but empathy has always been part of the foundation of being an effective teacher. In a standard classroom, a teacher works with a group of students on a daily basis and must understand the emotions and feelings of each one of them. Which students become frustrated easily? Which ones fear working in groups or doing oral presentations? How are the relationships between different groups of students? Using empathy to appreciate the answers to these types of questions will allow the teacher to customize the curriculum and teaching style to the persons involved. It will result in an improved learning experience for the students, and stronger student to student and teacher to student relationships.

In my experience, every misbehavior or good deed done by a student can be explained by some emotional factor. Every "A" on an exam and every "F" as well. Empathy has helped me reach the core, the source of many students' problems and accomplishments. Often, just showing the students you are empathetic can go a long way. When I am notified of a divorce or death in the student's life, I immediately will talk to him/her briefly after class to see how things are. The student will then pick up on my sensitivity, and often become more motivated within the classroom. It's having empathy and showing students that was care about them as genuine people, not A's or B's that can make all the difference. -Christopher Liang

I think empathy is a really important quality for teachers to have. It can be difficult, as our students can sometimes anger or frustrate us. But they must know that we care and that we are on their side. Even in the midst of disciplining students, I think empathy must be present. Often students misbehave out of unmet needs, and it is our job as teachers to help students learn better and more productive ways of meeting those needs. The presence of empathy in our interactions with students helps that to occur, and often is the key to gaining students' respect, trust, and love. --Emily Cox


In my experience as a student, empathy has been a very important quality for me to have in a teacher. It's important for a student to feel comfortable and safe enough to go to a teacher if there is a problem...especially when the teacher may be the only responsible person the student can talk to. As a teacher, I strive to be empathic to my students feelings and needs. One of the greatest compliments I have been given as a teacher is when a parent told me her daughter came home and said "Miss Cyrus is great...I can go in and talk to her about anything." It comforted me to know she said this because I want all my students to know I'm there for them if they need me. I think it helps promote a safe environment for them and that in turn, prompts learning. --Christy Cyrus

I think that as a teacher we need to have empathy for all of our students. We must be able to see and understand where our kids are coming from and let them know that we understand where they are coming from so we can get them to trust us. I believe that some of the students we work with have such major issues in their own life that not acknowledging that doesn't give those kids much to go on. If kids think that we are going to try to understand their issues, they will be more likely to work harder for us. Gay Cabutti


Why isn’t this type of issue addressed more in teacher training? We all seem to agree that empathy is an incredibly important in education, but it is so rarely formally addressed. Perhaps that is because the ability to be empathetic is not something that can be taught in the same way that concepts can be. I’m glad that this important issue is addressed in this forum. –J. Blanken-Webb
[edit] References and other links of interest

empathy. The Penguin Dictionary of Psychology (1995). Retrieved 20 November 2005, from xreferplus. http://www.xreferplus.com/entry/149516

von Wright, G. (1971). "Explanations and understanding". London: Routledge & Kegan Paul.

September 24, 2007

We Are Home

All is well. The surgery involved only the ACL. Andrew came out of surgery talking about Spartans and scratching his nether regions. He was concerned that his jewels were painted yellow from betadine...and it might...stick. He texted a friend saying, They took a toe and painted my balls. I'm sure that will be the next rumor around town.
We are all tired.
I made chicken and dumplings that resemble ping pong balls floating in a nest of pissy swamp water and I bet Pissin' Petie will get that for supper.
A show about primordial dwarfism is on. Sadly, I've seen it about a zillion times. Why don't they make another one.

Lack of Sleep Doubles Risk of Death AND Too Much Sleep Doubles Risk of Death

The fact that these people are PAID to research and write this study BOGGLES MY MIND. What kind of bullshit is it that we pay for this type of on the fence research that means nothing. Why shouldn't this money pay for something that matters...like MS, CANCER, MACULAR DEGENERATION, ALZHEIMERS...etc. This ANGERS me beyond belief!! We need to do something to get this money redirected! What can we do? How can we do that?

Research: Lack of Sleep Doubles Risk of Death

Researchers from the University of Warwick, and University College London, have found that lack of sleep can more than double the risk of death from cardiovascular disease. However they have also found that point comes when too much sleep can also more than double the risk of death.

In research to be presented today, Monday 24th September 2007, to the British Sleep Society, Professor Francesco Cappuccio from the University of Warwick’s Warwick Medical School will show the results of a study of how sleep patterns affected the mortality of 10,308 civil servants in the “Whitehall II study”. Amongst other things the data they used provided information on the mortality rates and sleep patterns on the same group of civil servants at two points in their life (1985-8 and those still alive in 1992-3).

The researchers took into account other possible factors such age, sex, marital status, employment grade, smoking status, physical activity, alcohol consumption, self-rated health, body mass index, blood pressure, cholesterol, other physical illness etc. Once they had adjusted for those factors they were able to isolate the effect that changes in sleep patterns over 5 years had on mortality rates 11-17 years later.

Taking those who had not made any change in their sleeping habits between 1985-8 and 1992-3 as their baseline (7 hours per night being the figure normally recommended as an appropriate period of sleep for an adult) they were able to see what difference having reduced the amount of sleep over time made to mortality rates by 2004.

Those who had cut their sleeping from 7h to 5 hours or less faced a 1.7 fold increased risk in mortality from all causes, and twice the increased risk of death from a cardiovascular problem in particular.

Professor Francesco Cappuccio from the University of Warwick’s Warwick Medical School will say to the British Sleep Society:

“Fewer hours sleep and greater levels of sleep disturbance have become widespread in industrialised societies. This change, largely the result of sleep curtailment to create more time for leisure and shift-work, has meant that reports of fatigue, tiredness and excessive daytime sleepiness are more common than a few decades ago. Sleep represents the daily process of physiological restitution and recovery, and lack of sleep has far-reaching effects.”

Curiously the researchers also found that too much sleep also increased mortality. They found that those individuals who showed an increase in sleep duration to 8 hours or more a night were more than twice as likely to die as those who had not changed their habit, however, predominantly from non-cardiovascular diseases.

Professor Francesco Cappuccio says:

“Short sleep has been shown to be a risk factor for weight gain, hypertension and Type 2 diabetes sometimes leading to mortality but in contrast to the short sleep-mortality association it appears that no potential mechanisms by which long sleep could be associated with increased mortality have yet been investigated. Some candidate causes for this include depression, low socioeconomic status and cancer-related fatigue.”

“In terms of prevention, our findings indicate that consistently sleeping around 7 hours per night is optimal for health and a sustained reduction may predispose to ill-health.”

September 23, 2007

Quickie

I'm in a stinky poo poo motel with Mark and Andrew. Tomorrow Andrew has ACL repair...hopefully without anything to the MCL or Meniscus. His surgery is at 7:30 am. Then...let the rehab begin. damn damn damn. I keep saying to myself, at least it wasn't his spine...at least he has 2 more years...but it is hard to see your kids dreams dashed. He was looking forward to wrestling and track, of course he was into football, but hopefully, with good rehab, good attitutde, he will be able to do some track this year. We'll see.
Mark just went to get some chow. GOD I hate motels. The bathroom in this one smells like a boys locker room...not that I would know...just from what I hear ** wink wink There is a tiny bed in here with 2 pillows that look like they could fit into a double A training bra. Hey Slat Ass...here is some padding for yours! Maybe I'll slip them into my suitcase and give them to her for Christmas. This place is so dank and smelly I can almost see the DNA flashing about the room like a neon sign. Probably filled to the max with curly pubes and toenail jam. gag gag eeekkkk....my motel neurosis is getting worse as I age. I don't think I used to care about such things years and years ago...probably too busy leaving my own DNA to think about someone elses. Great...we are right under the staircase. Someone in logging boots and weighing in at 340 just went upstairs...
Well, I need to go now. Andrew is done with his shower and I want to talk to him. Will update later.

September 14, 2007

Maybe That's MY Problem.

The other day I gave the parrot a bath. In the upstairs bathroom sink.
Then...I got the blow dryer out and put it on low and gently dried him.
He hated it.
That was a surprise.
He does look better. He's going through a molt stage.

September 12, 2007

An Old Time Favorite

One of the movies that evokes fear in me but I like because it's weird. I love the characters.


September 11, 2007

Alert...Warrning...Warning...Read This Berfore Having a Hoe Down!

So, like the other night we had a hoe down, for my Moms birthday and it totally rocked this town. Mark was like Justin Timberlake mixed with Johnny Cash and a little bit of Helen Keller thrown in on the side. The rest of the band? They were there too. Slat Ass Suz made fresh as a daisy salsa and it was GOOD and we had pulled pork samwhiches and chips and yes the prerequisite bologna sandwiches already made up on a bun with mayo and a lettuce leaf which are even better in the wee hours after a bit of the hooch, sayyyyy around 1am ish or so. In fact, they are the food of GODS I am so sure. I myself, had a HORRIFIC and I mean HORRIFIC PINOT GRIGIO...I know, I know, it's hard to believe. But there is a lesson in this. Whenever you are in TARGET and are swayed by the charming cuteness of a sweet little cutsy pie BOX OF WINE...don't buy it. If and when you do, because I know you WILL be swayed by the site of a perfect square of lovely labeled wine, be prepared for that sumbitch to hurt you in the morning. The kind of hurt that is a sharp stabbing piercing ice pick to the top of your skull and into your small shivering pea of a brain so severe it could make you puke out your eyeball sockets kind of pain. Even if you drink only ONE FREAKING GLASS OF IT. (although, truthfully, I had several glasses(I held my nose and forced myself) and one beer and one margarita made with REAL from the border Takillya)

Anyway, the vino was made from fake plastic grapes I'm totally sure so, consider yourself warned.

September 06, 2007

Nose Harpists Welcome!

Katie called. She is now an employee of CHUCK E CHEESE
She will be in the showroom...she thinks. She has to learn some dances and may have to wear a costume.
ROAD TRIP TO CHUCK E CHEESE!
Who's in?!
I think this will be a fun job for her.
And I can't wait to go there and see her in CHUCK E CHEESE ACTION.
When she called she said, "Guess where I'm going to work?" and my mind was spinning...tatoo parlor...Dr. Johns...Hooters...those places crossed my mind fleetingly, and when she said Chuck E Cheese...I did a happy dance!
Yayyyyyy
I love that!
Other than that...it's Friday already. My Moms birthday. We are having a ho down tomorrow night with guitars, piano and squeeze box too. Come over if you want to!

and DON'T FORGET YOUR NOSEHARP!

September 04, 2007

Sexual Deviancy and 19 Years of LARD

Katie, fresh from college,one week now, tells me she has just been to the bookstore and borrowed several books on sexual deviancy, for an oral interpretation report.
SHOULDN'T THAT BE A SENIOR CLASS PROJECT PEOPLE??!!!!
shit
Then she asks me if I don't have a book that would be appropriate because I read all kinds of things...
of course I do...and she finds it in our extensive sexual deviancy library.
Thank God for Oprahs book list...grin

In other news it's Mark and I 19th Anniversary today.
I spent it working at the shop...SURPRISE.
Mark told me happy anniversary this morning on his way to work, and the kids didn't remember.
Mom remembered of course

well...19 years and 19 extra pounds...I can hardly wait for 50 years...dahumn...I'm sure Mark is thinking.

September 02, 2007

New Low

Today, I ironed an ace wrap.

August 30, 2007

I Got Tickled By a Stache


...Burt Reynolds Mustache that is.
So can you.
check it out@Burt Reynold's Mustache
url: http://burtsstache.blogspot.com/

August 29, 2007

Calamity Is Our Middle Name

We got Katie off to college this last weekend. It was a sad and happy time for us all. I let her drive me around Omaha...and we didn't hit anything although my eyes were closed for most of it so...
Andrew had a football game on Monday and in the first 4 seconds of the game he got hit, tore his ACL and MCL, got a contusion on his patellar bone, and has perhaps some minor meniscus damage. So...we saw an ortho, got him braced and set up with Physical Therapy, surgery is in about a month. He will rehab for 6 -8 months. His football, wrestling, and track are all pretty much bye bye baby. He is blue and once we get his knee taken care of I worry that he will be looking for something to keep him busy and find something...something I don't want him doing.
god
We've had the worst summer on record and now...I just don't know if I can take it really.
I mean, thank God this wasn't a spinal injury. I realize we need to by thankful. But it just seems like we've had so much to deal with this summer with the kids and everything. I feel so very very tired and maybe just blue myself.
Today was Andrews first day back to school and he wasn't even gone yet and the phone was ringing and Alec had in school suspension for "intimidating" someone.
shit, I almost expected that.
It's as if I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop every minute.

Calgon...take me now. Too bad I'm too damn tired for a beer cuz this has definitely been a beer moment...

August 28, 2007

Get Your Beaver Ready!

I just caught sight of a "local event" that will be going on Sept 29th in Atwood Kansas. If you like to make bbq or if you just like to eat bbq you cannot miss this gala. Whatever you do...don't be late. Are you ready for the name of this affair?

SMOKIN ON THE BEAVER. Yes, that's right...I said, SMOKIN ON THE BEAVER...and it's a BBQ contest...not a porn shoot...although I did notice the article touted "unique barbecue grills and cookers"...hmmmm boggles the mind really.

Click SMOKIN BEAVER to find an entry form!

August 18, 2007

Oracle of ASS

When I typed my coffee drink in(short double shot sugar free caramel no whipped cream, extra hot)
THE ORACLE OF STARBUCKS gave me my Personality type.

BAS-TURD...what does he know....grrrrrr

The all-knowing Oracle of Starbucks
Behold the Oracle's wisdom:

Personality type: High Maintenance

You pride yourself on being assertive and direct; everyone else thinks you're bossy and arrogant. You're constantly running your mouth about topics that only you would find interesting. Your capacity for wasting other people's time is limitless. Your friends find you intolerable, that's why they're plotting to kill you.

Also drinks: Water. Bottled, chilled, with four ice cubes, a twist of lemon, in a crystal glass.
Can also be found at: Trendy martini bars

August 16, 2007

Glasses my Asses!!

Hell...it's come to this now...glasses. JUST FOR READING THOUGH...and computing and etc. What next...a leaky bladder? a pendulous abdomen...ooops...too late...already have that. Nothing like two big shiney pieces of glass surrounding your nose to call attention to it. And who doesn't enjoy that? That is exactly what I need. I only wish that my glasses had a big red flashing sign on the bridge that said, Look over here at this gargantuan schnoz! Check it out! It's so big it should have it's own zip code...

August 11, 2007

Listen Up Hot Bods

People, are you just sitting around on your dead ass bitching about the heat? Well, hear this...tomorrow night, go outside, lay down on a blanket, or come over to my house and we'll lay down on our deck, and watch a Big Meteor Shower because it Peaks Sunday Night and then you will have something else to bitch about...mosquitos AND heat. But think of the awesome sight.

Mrs.G Sent me this and It's GOOD

This is too good! If this don't get your Husker Irish up nothing will.

This is the veterinarian from Crete who routinely writes “Rants”,

usually about NE Football, but sometimes about politics or current events .


Dear Friends.....Several of you E mailed me and requested an update on the LA Times Bruha. I forget that many of you live outside of Nebraska proper and were not privy to the LA times opinion article. I have therefore copied the article and my response. And now......the rest of the story...



By TJ Simers - LA Times Sportswriter
July 31, 2007
I am writing this now to give the overland stage time to get it there.

USC will be playing in Nebraska on Sept. 15, and I will be joining the
greatest football team ever assembled as they strike out into the
wilderness.

If possible, I'd like to spend time boarding with some corn cobs, maybe
getting a smell of what it's like to be around livestock - then leaving
Lincoln to move around the state and spend a few days here and there.

A stop in Wahoo at the Wigwam Cafe is probably a good start, but I was
thinking it'd be interesting to stay with a real-live-boring Cornhuskers
family somewhere out on the prairie so I can feel what it's like to have
nothing to look forward to in my life other than a Saturday afternoon
football game.

I'll be going to Nebraska early in the football week, and while I'm not
sure what corn cob hospitality is like, I'd like to remind folks that
when they came to L.A., I tried to help.

Remember when the Cornhuskers came to the big city to lose in the Rose
Bowl? Everyone here knows there are no individual seats - just long
benches for the skinny people who live here.

I was looking out for the corn-fed porkers, of course, including all
their big-butted women, when I told them that if everyone sat down after
the anthem, there were going to be people falling atop each other at the
end of each row.

A number of corn cobs e-mailed to say they were unhappy with Page 2 but
thrilled now to have their very own Internet machines.

They also wanted to tell me about their wonderful lives, kids and the
modern facilities being built right down there by the creek. Well,
there's nothing like a Wal-Mart coming to town to excite the locals, so
I was thrilled for them. But for some reason that didn't come across in
our correspondence, and there might still be some hard feelings.

I got to thinking last summer, though, as I drove the
family-that-I-used-to-love across Nebraska in a RV what it must be like
to actually live there most every day of your life.

I can't remember for sure if it was Nebraska or Kansas where I saw a
tree, but it just seemed as if there wasn't much there.

That's why the corn cobs love their football. It's all they have,
everyone wearing red, and sitting there like plump, ripe tomatoes with
corncobs stuck to their heads, singing, "There is no place like
Nebraska."

Hard to argue. There's not a 7-Eleven in the entire state, thousands of
people never once tasting a Slurpee, which got me wondering whether I
could live that way for a whole week.

I know there aren't a whole lot of cities in Nebraska, but I'm willing
to spend a few days out yonder with a family if someone would like to
show me what it's like to live without DirecTV and not ask me to kill a
chicken for dinner.

I can play checkers if forced, though, or make a run to the Feed Store.
Right now I'm willing to go wherever the corn cobs tell me to go, and
while several have already done that, I'd like to see for myself they're
not talking about some place in Nebraska.



My Reply:

Dear TJ of the LA Times...... I can understand your concerns about our lifestyle...In my hometown of Crete, Nebraska, located about 20 miles southwest of Lincoln, Our lifestyle is certainly "Un Californiaiish". Do you realize that:

1. I live 1/4 mile from my Veterinary Clinic so my commute to work is all of 20 seconds.

2. I live in a house with about 5000 sq. ft....own 7 acres, and can catch a 5 lb bass, right off of my deck.

3. I live about 1/2 mile from "gangs" of Turkey, deer, Canadian Geese and bobcats and none of them are "armed".

4. Your Pete Carrol coached guys have had a nice run of 58-6 these past 5 years which is second only to my Huskers who went 60 and 3 from 93-97 with 3 National Championships.

5. I can spell "Murder" but there hasn't been one in these parts for at least my 50 years.

6. My house has a lock on its door.....but we have never had to use it.

7. In Crete, People spend $100,000 on houses......not cars

8. When I go to church, I care about the other 300 members because I have known most of them....most of my life.

9. My kids can walk to school and walk around downtown and in shopping malls without a guarded escort.

10.On a clear day, I can see the Capital 25 miles away......I'm not even sure what "Smog" is.

11......And last but not least......I am about 4 fairway woods from a golf course where it costs $9 to play.


I would invite you to spend some time with me the week before the USC game, but our village already has an idiot and currently, we are not advertising for anyone else to take his place.......As Always in Huskerville...GFL

August 08, 2007

I Had This Dream

last night and it was this:
Mom and I were sitting here at my house waiting to go to my Aunt Vernas funeral (which is what we did today) and my dad came storming into the house and sat over on the bench waiting to go with us to the funeral. He was wearing his mowing clothes. Mom and I looked at each other and both of us wanted to say, "What have you been doing??" and "Where have you been?". And that was it. It was so vivid and real feeling. I told mom that dad wanted to go to the funeral with us. OR he was mad because I hadn't gotten the mowing done yet.

August 06, 2007

Awake

I just finished reading "The Kite Runner" by Khaled Hosseini and I loved it. Drew me in right away. I'm now reading another of his books called, "A Thousand Splendid Suns" and I love it too. The characters are easy to grasp and real.
Of course, I can't sleep. I am thinking about my Aunt Verna who died early yesterday morning. She had renal cell carcinoma of some sort. She was recovering from having her kidney removed at my dads funeral but able to drive and walk and do things on her own, and now, 7 weeks later, she is gone. I would have to say that even in my nursing career, this was one of the worst cancers I have seen. Her body became a bag of tumors. She suffered pain, nausea, shortness of breathe, and many, many, other symptoms. Bleeding, anemia, she third spaced her fluids, her tongue was sore, she could not eat and in the end, she spent a week in the hospital with pneumonia, clots in her lungs, her leg, she was bleeding inside, had an NG tube, Iv fluids, Morphine, Duragesic patches, meds for nauea, she got blood and she felt terrible.
Haunting really.
Doesn't seem like she should be gone.
Seems like this is a deadly summer. There have been many people who have died from around our community this summer. Young and old time citizens.
I am eating, of course, Asian Trail Mix...I like only the Hot Wasabi Balls and the rest tastes like hay.
I'm going to go back to reading now. Donut time is soon...shit...another day of me looking and feeling like crap because I can't sleep...

August 01, 2007

This Might Take Awhile

I mowed at mom and dads place today. I started at 10 and got done at 2:30. Needless to say I was tired, hot and dirty. When I got home I noticed:
1)a smell that reminded me of cat piss...wild cat piss...sick, wild cat piss...a dead, sick, wild cats last piss...in reality...it was about 3 pairs of boy's wet from swimmin' in the creek leather tennis shoes scattered about my entryway floor
2)all the doors were open
3)both TV's were on
4)the dog cowering (as well he should be) as he had recently blew chunks on his bedtime blankie
5)there was a spider the size of my ass on the kitchen floor
6)no one answering my screams of "someone come kill this spider!"
7)the kitchen sink full of a)dishes b)water that would not drain
8)the cereal from this morning still on the kitchen counter
9)the lawn was not mowed as was supposed to be
10)no one home but ME!

So...I vacuumed up the spider (I hope!!), scrubbed out Pissin' Petie's chunky hurl stain, threw the blanket to the laundry (gag), vacuumed the downstairs rooms including the entryway, threw the stinkin' shoes outside, watched as one of the boys friends ran into the house, tracked mud, water and filth across my freshly vacuumed floor and through my entire house and then said, sheepishly, "sorry" as he sloshed his way back outside, wiped up the mess the kid left, took a shower and then did a few errends for mom.

where is the beer fairy when ya need her!

*&%$##/*

I wish I had some candy.

also...I LOVE these kind of tattoos.

July 30, 2007

Notice Anything New?????





Yuh...you guessed it...I GOT NO BANGS PEOPLE!! AND I did NOT do this to myself at midnight on my deck while drinking beer!!!!






also...in other news...I have tried MILLER CHILL beer and I highly recommend it. I don't think it has much alcohol in it but it tastes good. I may have to have several dozen tonight.


pss...I have just watched HELL'S KITCHEN for the first time...HOLY SHIT...it's like I was at Shirley K's Coffee Shop!


not really...gulp...I hope...

July 26, 2007

We Were in Our Own World

Everytime I mow out at Mom and Dads house (weekly) I feel sad. I begin to think of Dad's last breathe, me saying, "Mom, he's going!", how he gasped twice and then...nothing. I remember how I lowered the head of his bed once minute before then, saying, "Just for a second Dad" and then another nurse and I pulled him up so that his feet weren't pressed against the foot of the bed. It was then, that he died. Right after we did that. Right after that. Right after that. I see his open mouth, like a baby bird. I see his sunken eyes. I hear that silence. The absence of breath. I see it over and over and over and over and over. I cannot say that this is why he died. I know that. But it feels like it was the reason sometimes.
Everyhing feels so strange about the cancer time. Not like a dream but...something not quite lucid just the same. Like a fog covered the last 2 years. Like a mist that descended and made everything seem close and thick and difficult and all our own world somehow. Like a deserted island. It's hard to explain.
Mom is doing okay. She sleeps at our house quite often. The empty couch in her living room, too much to bear. The silence of an empty home at night is much different than a quit afternoon.

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July 19, 2007

Burn Baybe Burn

Well, the other day I burned myself. Yes, cooking and fixing something. yup Thass right. The first burn...I say first because there is a second. The first was a ahem..curling iron burn. sssigh...yes...I dropped the damn curling iron right onto my forearm where it settled in for the stay. Embarassing really. Especially since my hair doesn't really respond to curling irons anyway....and NO I DID NOT FLUSH IT DOWN THE DAMN TOILET! geeze The second burn came later on that same day. I touched my forearm to the edge of piping hot just out of the oven baking pan.
Now, I had to cover them up because I look sortta like a leper. After I got home today, took the bandage off and took a good look I thought...uh oh me thinks there is a red streak going down or up my arm. sheeeittt. Exsqueeze me while I get me sum medicine.



July 15, 2007

Pizza Dough, Callous File and The Shitter

I am making pizza dough at this very moment...in my handy dandy bread machine. I'm going to try sticking it in the fridge when it's done and making calzones or something tomorrow. Mark's mom and sister and nephew are coming for a stay. They will be here tomorrow and leave Tuesday. My house is a sty, the M.I.L. houserental is fairly clean but kind of smells like ass anyway (don't know why but I think it has something to do with a sewer pipe gagg) Speaking of which...we were having major issues with our terlet at the shop this last week. Mark talked to the plumbers, I talked to the plumbers, we talked to the plumbers and then...wah lah...when they came over with a tube to shove whatever it is that was plugging our shitter we visited again. I was much surprised when one of them came over to my desk and plopped a bright neon pink "callous file" (still in the package I might add) and said "That's it" and left. I was slightly dumbfounded. HOW THE HELL DOES MY BRAND NEW BRIGHT PINK CALLOUS FILER GET FLUSHED DOWN THE TERLET?? Not well flushed I might add. Anyway...we can now utilze the facilities. Just what you wanted to hear...right?? I can't, however...FILE MY FREAKING CALLOUS OFF!!

July 11, 2007

Blue Day

I felt sad today. I kept wanting to call Dad up and tell him something I'd heard or something I saw or I wanted to ask him a question about something. I went up to the cemetary this evening and stared around at the grave. We haven't picked a headstone out although we've talked about it. There is a service "pin" thing there and our flowers from the funeral are still laying across the grave but I really am ready to have a headstone up. I want to be able to tend it.

Lysol Is Really Ass Perfume

We have now trapped 5...count 'em 5 possums in our catch 'em alive trap.
S I C K
I mean...GROSS!!!
There have been baby ones with soft fuzzy fur and baby ones with frizzy punk rocker hair.
YUCCCCK!!
All of them have hissed and sputtered at me. No froth though. But still...GROSS!
In other news...Mark got that new weight loss drug...non prescription ORLO or somthing like that. I read up about it because...HEY...I'M FAT PEOPLE!! What my favorite part was....the info for office workers stating...Bring dark pants and extra underwear to work.
ssheeiit
literally.
Dahumm.
...how about I skip the shit my pants medications and just quit eating so much...ahahahahahahahhahaahahah...yah right.
How about I just shit my pants quietly and keep lysol wipes in my purse.

July 10, 2007

Do You Ever Feel:

like you aren't cut out for the role you're in?
like you are so tired you consider nightmares exercise?
like you are going backwards insted of forwards?
like you are just an unnecessary accessory the kind that always gets lost, or falls off of something and you find out you never ever reeally needed it?

July 04, 2007

Death Row Ribs but I forgot the PRISON WINE!

Well, it's the fourth of July and I haven't even been to the fireworks stand. Instead, I made BBQ sauce for ribs that KICKS ASS. I found a recipe called something like...Death Row Bourbon Sauce and after making it this morning I can honestly say I love it so much I want to eat it on cereal. Of course it has bourbon in it and NO I did not even have one nip. Not after last night. ha ha We went out to celebrate a birthday with some friends last night. Actually cousins...Cindy and Shelly and the birthday girl...Kristy and her friend Lisa. The bar was smoky, hot and actually pretty full of other local drinkers celebrators. Mark and I don't go there too much because frankly I am a wuss when it comes to smoke anymore. I can't stand it. But it was fun to go out for once and I drank FAT TIRE beers in bottles...because you just never know how clean a glass is...do you?? The birthday girl had many many many "shots" which come in huge glasses...not shot glasses...and the rest had beer, pop and some ate a mighty fine looking pizza. The night also involved a "fake bird" attached by a wire to the birthday girls shirt, a song called "There's a skeeter on my peter Whack it off! Whack it off!**clap clap", and various other tales too tall to retell.
Well, must go...Alec tells me he can now play Mark's guitar...the intro to something or other.
Keep your sparklers pointed high and come over and taste my sauce!


note to self...must serve DEATH ROW BOURBON SAUCE RIBS with PRISON WINE next year!!

July 02, 2007

Dally Awhile Summer

Well, it's July already and that really freaks me out. Time is flying like a rocket...sayyyy...that for some reason reminded me of...The Reading Rocket...remember that show?? Probably not. I'm probably the only one who watched that STUPID show and filled out the notebook (membership to the reading rocket club had such perks!)and spent my summer studying down in our basement while my babysitter rode a rocket of a different sort upstairs. gasp She often had her boyfriend over while I toiled over my book and ate cold ravioli from the can.
God...I remember so many fun things about my childhood summers. My cousin and i camped outside almost every night. We made a tent out of all the blankets in our house and pinned them to our clothesline. Since we lived right next to the railroad tracks the midnight freight and 4am Amtrak were a lovely wake up call. But who slept when you camped out? Not us. We caught fireflies and jarred them up to make our lanterns, we pretended we were statues out in our front lawn, we watched The Goodies, Monty Python, Saturday Night Live and we ate buttered, salted popcorn and drank Pepsi straight from the can. I always lit fires and we cooked soup in a Folgers can (for my dog). During the days when we weren't at the pool or playing softball we had lemonade stands and earned money for firecrackers. We pretended we were Mexican and spoke a kind of pig Latin Spanish that no one understood {not to mention us} as we biked around the town. No one worried when we were tearing around playing hide and go seek in the night. No one worried we were getting snake bit or breaking our bones when we went traipsing through the north pastures and we could come and go to the creek with or without our horse without a worry. We never had a misfortune befall us and maybe we just lucked out. Oh, did we have fun. I can only hope my kids have as much fun as I did when I was young. I can probably only wish that they would do those simple things that my cousing and I did too...sigh...still and all I really wish summer would linger longer this year.

June 29, 2007

I Had A Dream

And Dad was in it. Also there was an impending flood. I remember seeing him standing there, waiting for us to pick him up or something. I dreamed we had to get these numbers for some type of registration. I remember knowing that the water would rise up to the level of the sky and we would die...like the world was in a self contained box. I wonder if that is what dad felt when he knew he was dying.

June 27, 2007

June 21, 2007

I Made a Skid Mark and it Wasn't In My PANTS!






...How do you like my little slug bug? Isn't she cute? I LOVE HER! I am learning to drive a stick and I ain't too bad...if you like whiplash that is. Come over and I'll give you a ride you won't forget!

Did You Get That?

June 20, 2007

Unfinished Draft

Today was the funeral. Very hard. Seemed easier to face this morning though. Night has a way of exaggerating the

Crescent Moon to Occult Regulus Tuesday







June 12 The Moon is at perigee. this is the point at which an object in orbit around the Earth makes its closest approach to the Earth

June 16 The crescent Moon hangs in the west-northwest at dusk. Pollux is above it, and Castor is to the right of Pollux. But Venus is much more eye-catching high to the Moon's upper left. Saturn and, farther on, Regulus, are to Venus' upper left.

June 17 The Moon, Venus, Saturn, and Regulus are lined up in the west this evening, in that order from lower right to upper left.

June 18 The lineup in the west has shrunk. The order now, from lower right to upper left, is Venus, Moon and Saturn (closely bunched), with Regulus still off to their upper left.

June 19 Saturn shines between the Moon and bright Venus. Regulus is very close to the Moon. In fact, the Moon occults (covers) Regulus for a time as seen from most of North America.

Pollux (star)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Pollux (β Gem / β Geminorum / Beta Geminorum) is one of the brightest stars in the constellation Gemini and one of the brightest in the nighttime sky. Although it has the Bayer designation "beta", it is actually brighter than Alpha Geminorum (Castor). The name Pollux is traditionally thought by some people to carry the meaning "Much Wine", since astrologers associate Pollux with prosperity and celebration with wine. Actually the name Pollux refers specifically to Pollux, one of the twin sons of Zeus and Leda. The star also has the Arabic name Al-Ras al-Tau'am al-Mu'akhar,(الرأس التؤام المؤخر) literally "The Head of the Second Twin". The Chinese recognized Pollux as Yang, which is, according to the Chinese, one of the two fundamental principles upon which all things depend.

Castor and Pollux are the two "heavenly twin" stars giving the constellation Gemini (Latin, "twins") its name. Ironically the two are nothing alike. Castor is a hot white quadruple star, while Pollux is a cooler yellow-orange giant .

Castor and Pollux together correspond to the Nakshatra Punarvasu in Hindu astronomy.

Pollux is also the first star visible from earth which is known to have an extrasolar planet in orbit.

REGULUS
"prince" or "heart of the lion"

S&T: Gregg Dinderman
Looking west at dusk
Watch the Moon wax its way up past Venus, Saturn, and Regulus in nightly succession. (These scenes are drawn for the middle of North America. European observers: move each Moon symbol a quarter of the way toward the one for the previous date. The blue 10° scale is about the size of your fist held at arm's length. For clarity, the Moon is shown three times actual size.)
Sky & Telescope diagram

June 19, 2007

Rest in Peace Dad

I've often second guessed myself these past few days. Like...should we have put Dad into the hospital sooner? Should we have went back to the Oncologist after getting the "bad" PET scan report? Should I have hidden the fact, from Dad, that the scan showed "activity in the area of the left rib cage, and showed several other new growths, one pressing against the vital carotid? Most days I say, we did the right thing. Dad stayed home all the days of his life except when he absolutely couldn't get up without much much much more help than I could give. Just last Saturday, me, Mom and Dad sat outside his house, I lit a fire in their mainly unused chiimarree, and we got to enjoy the fire, the outdoors, the bird songs, the gentle breeze, the fact that we were NOT in the hospital or nursing home. Sunday, we did much the same...and Dad wanted a ride in my little bug. I complied of course...no whiplash at all! I stayed all night from that night on. Tht was the last day that Dad went anywhere. Monday, not only was Dad unable to talk, he didn't want go to the hospital for his zymeta or even have the bloodwork done. He needed help to get off the couch. He ate nothing. that's when we got the wheelchair, commode and aafter discussion, determined we would stay home as long as Dad had no pain and I could still get him up with stand by assistance from Mom. Dad was able to say at home until Wednesday then, we went into the hospital late afternoon for bloodwork, zymeta and in our heart we knew, final admission to the hospital. Mark had to lift Dad from the wheelchair into the Durango. God, what a heartbreaking experience. Dad was in a bad way. So weak, but still no complaints. Once in the hospital bed, which I haven't seen him lay down for 1 and 1/2 years (not to mention Mom), he rapidly deteriorated. He rested finally after midnight. I went home for a few hours and when I went back, I knew it was almost over. He died Thursday morning. Thank God he didn't have to suffer anymore. Today, is the funeral. Another difficult day. But I couldn't wish him back to suffer anymore

Rest in Peace Dad

I've often second guessed myself these past few days. Like...should we have put Dad into the hospital sooner? Should we have went back to the Oncologist after getting the "bad" PET scan report? Should I have hidden the fact, from Dad, that the scan showed "activity in the area of the left rib cage, and showed several other new growths, one pressing against the vital carotid? Most days I say, we did the right thing. Dad stayed home all the days of his life except when he absolutely couldn't get up without much much much more help than I could give. Just last Saturday, me, Mom and Dad sat outside his house, I lit a fire in their mainly unused chiimarree, and we got to enjoy the fire, the outdoors, the bird songs, the gentle breeze, the fact that we were NOT in the hospital or nursing home. Sunday, we did much the same...and Dad wanted a ride in my little bug. I complied of course...no whiplash at all! I stayed all night from that night on. Tht was the last day that Dad went anywhere. Monday, not only was Dad unable to talk, he didn't want go to the hospital for his zymeta or even have the bloodwork done. He needed help to get off the couch. He ate nothing. that's when we got the wheelchair, commode and aafter discussion, determined we would stay home as long as Dad had no pain and I could still get him up with stand by assistance from Mom. Dad was able to say at home until Wednesday then, we went into the hospital late afternoon for bloodwork, zymeta and in our heart we knew, final admission to the hospital. Mark had to lift Dad from the wheelchair into the Durango. God, what a heartbreaking experience. Dad was in a bad way. So weak, but still no complaints. Once in the hospital bed, which I haven't seen him lay down for 1 and 1/2 years (not to mention Mom), he rapidly deteriorated. He rested finally after midnight. I went home for a few hours and when I went back, I knew it was almost over. He died Thursday morning. Thank God he didn't have to suffer anymore. Today, is the funeral. Another difficult day. But I couldn't wish him back to suffer anymore

Rest in Peace Dad

I've often second guessed myself these past few days. Like...should we have put Dad into the hospital sooner? Should we have went back to the Oncologist after getting the "bad" PET scan report? Should I have hidden the fact, from Dad, that the scan showed "activity in the area of the left rib cage, and showed several other new growths, one pressing against the vital carotid? Most days I say, we did the right thing. Dad stayed home all the days of his life except when he absolutely couldn't get up without much much much more help than I could give. Just last Saturday, me, Mom and Dad sat outside his house, I lit a fire in their mainly unused chiimarree, and we got to enjoy the fire, the outdoors, the bird songs, the gentle breeze, the fact that we were NOT in the hospital or nursing home. Sunday, we did much the same...and Dad wanted a ride in my little bug. I complied of course...no whiplash at all! I stayed all night from that night on. Tht was the last day that Dad went anywhere. Monday, not only was Dad unable to talk, he didn't want go to the hospital for his zymeta or even have the bloodwork done. He needed help to get off the couch. He ate nothing. that's when we got the wheelchair, commode and aafter discussion, determined we would stay home as long as Dad had no pain and I could still get him up with stand by assistance from Mom. Dad was able to say at home until Wednesday then, we went into the hospital late afternoon for bloodwork, zymeta and in our heart we knew, final admission to the hospital. Mark had to lift Dad from the wheelchair into the Durango. God, what a heartbreaking experience. Dad was in a bad way. So weak, but still no complaints. Once in the hospital bed, which I haven't seen him lay down for 1 and 1/2 years (not to mention Mom), he rapidly deteriorated. He rested finally after midnight. I went home for a few hours and when I went back, I knew it was almost over. He died Thursday morning. Thank God he didn't have to suffer anymore. Today, is the funeral. Another difficult day. But I couldn't wish him back to suffer anymore.

June 18, 2007

Obituary

Larry D. Paisley
Jan. 18, 1935 - June 14, 2007

CAMBRIDGE -- Larry D. Paisley, 72, died Thursday (June 14, 2007) at Cambridge Memorial Hospital.

He was born in Cambridge on Jan. 18, 1935, to H. Dean and Clara E. (Moore) Paisley. He grew up in Cambridge and graduated from Cambridge High School in 1953.

He served in the U.S. Army from September 1954 to 1956, later finishing his enlistment with the U.S. Army reserve being discharged in September 1962. During his enlistment he was stationed in Germany.

He was united in marriage to Karen Stagemeyer on May 5, 1957. He was employed in the family business of Paisley grocery store one of the main businesses on main street in Cambridge. He worked in the store for 40 years. After retirement, he took up the job as a groundskeeper at the Cambridge golf course.

He was a member of the St. Paul Lutheran Church in Cambridge. He was baptized and confirmed as an adult in May of 1964.

He is survived by his wife, Karen; one daughter, Sheryl and husband, Mark McCurdy; one brother, Terry and wife, Marge Paisley all of Cambridge; and three grandchildren.

Funeral services will be Tuesday, 10:30 a.m., at St. Paul's Lutheran Church in Cambridge, with the Rev. David Feddern officiating. Interment will be in the Fairview Cemetery of Cambridge.

Memorials may be left at the Lockenour-Jones Mortuary in his name to either the St. Paul's Lutheran Church or the Tri Valley Health Systems.

Lockenour-Jones Mortuary of Cambridge is in charge of arrangements.
Larry D. Paisley

Jan. 18, 1935 - June 14, 2007

CAMBRIDGE -- Larry D. Paisley, 72, died Thursday (June 14, 2007) at Cambridge Memorial Hospital.

He was born in Cambridge on Jan. 18, 1935, to H. Dean and Clara E. (Moore) Paisley. He grew up in Cambridge and graduated from Cambridge High School in 1953.

He served in the U.S. Army from September 1954 to 1956, later finishing his enlistment with the U.S. Army reserve being discharged in September 1962. During his enlistment he was stationed in Germany.

He was united in marriage to Karen Stagemeyer on May 5, 1957. He was employed in the family business of Paisley grocery store one of the main businesses on main street in Cambridge. He worked in the store for 40 years. After retirement, he took up the job as a groundskeeper at the Cambridge golf course.

He was a member of the St. Paul Lutheran Church in Cambridge. He was baptized and confirmed as an adult in May of 1964.

He is survived by his wife, Karen; one daughter, Sheryl and husband, Mark McCurdy; one brother, Terry and wife, Marge Paisley all of Cambridge; and three grandchildren.

Funeral services will be Tuesday, 10:30 a.m., at St. Paul's Lutheran Church in Cambridge, with the Rev. David Feddern officiating. Interment will be in the Fairview Cemetery of Cambridge.

Memorials may be left at the Lockenour-Jones Mortuary in his name to either the St. Paul's Lutheran Church or the Tri Valley Health Systems.

Lockenour-Jones Mortuary of Cambridge is in charge of arrangements.

June 15, 2007

My Dad Had Cancer

but no more. Dad died this morning, June 14th after we brought him to the hospital early last evening. I thank God he didn't have to stay longer than that, or have to be sent to the nursing home, or suffer any longer than he did. God...it's been a long 2 years for him, for mom, for all of us. The funeral is on Tuesday morning. There was already a funeral scheduled for monday.
Right after Mom and I got home from the hospital today. I pulled the car into the garage and as we got out a hunting dog came running up to us and greeted us botha nd then...took off. I said, "That's Dad!", because I felt like it was Dad telling us he was fine now. I really really felt that.
I'm too tired to write more....

My Dad Had Cancer

Stage IIIa non small cell squamous cell carcinoma of the left bronchus.

He suffers no more.
Dad died this morning, June 14th. We brought him to the hospital yesterday and he was admitted around 7pm.
I can't wish him back.
Not to the life he just left. Not to the shrunken man he'd become.
Cancer is an evil son of a bitch and steals you, inch by inch by inch. Cancer is a steady burn, like a candle wicks decline.

June 11, 2007

Cancer is King

It's bad now.
Everyday someone asks..."So...how's your dad?", and I have to pause and say, "He's not good, he's not good at all". Even though I said that yesterday, and the day before that and the day before that...today...he's worse. Each day unfolds some new, bad. Every day is hell in it's own way. There is no word for this disease...this parasitic fungi...this appetite stealing, body wasting, sonofabitch cancer.

June 07, 2007

The Hills Are Alive With The Sound of . . . burrrp...

Imagine, if you will, a dirt road hedged in by waving wheat and the lush green of brougham grass. The meadowlark is chirrupping, the red headed woodpecker is preening and occasionally pecking, the wind is shushhing through the fields. A big golden dog is paddling through the standing ditch water looking for...a pheasant?? All is pure nature in harmony...until...you see these strange tracks waddling though the dirt. They are sort of sprawled out and wavering, you hear cackling and it isn't from hens. You smell...hmmmmm...beer...??!...odd...beer??
Hell YAAA...it's Cindy Sue, her demon dog Annie and me going for a nature walk!!
Who says walking has to be all about burrning calories and exercising. Let's say that walking CAN be just for...well, walking, talking and soaking up nature...AND maybe getting soaked!! hee hee

May 28, 2007

Pontoon Dreams

I feel extra super dooper fat and I feel kind of horny. The two should NOT be linked together in one sentence I'm sure. I also feel tired. I think that "tired" will win over horny, and well, fat, of course, WINS WINS WINS everytime...bas turd...
In other news...I just watched Penn and Teller and felt for the first time that they were putting on a skit. The show was about anger management and although some of their show appeared to be based on true interviews...there was one "interviewee" that seemed too dorky to be true. Sort of like a Saturday Night live skit character. That PISSED me off!! If they've run out of ideas to bitch about then they should QUIT! More fake bullshit we DO NOT NEED!
Does it sound as if I need anger management??
tuff shit
Well, the "holiday" weekend is over. What holiday? I did not go out to the lake and eat burned hot dogs and sandy burgers. I did not get mosquito bit and sunburned. I do not have aching leg muscles from skiing or wind burn from tubing. I did not catch fish or hook a worm or wade in the shallow banks in the mud and feel minnows nibble my toes. Nope...I stayed at home, for the most part alone, and cleaned at moms and put on their screens and watered my flowers and chewed gum and made suppers that no one ate. I thought about Colorado and the mountains and pontoon boats and fresh fish and baked potatos. Mark played with the band on Saturday night in McCook at the lake and I didn't go. I was too damn tired. I guess I should have gone just to say I did something. I mean who dosn't want to go somewhere and sit alone and drink beer by themselves?? OR...better yet...with a bunch of drunk people?? Oh Boy...you know I LOVE that!! yayyyyyyyyy
I wondered why we never go anywhere together or do anything together but go to "games" and work.
I thought about cleaning and said FUCK IT. Fuckity fuck FUCK IT!!!!
How about that for some foul mouthed talking??
Pretty tame according to how I feel like talking.
Must be the weather...baramoter dropping or something like that...sighhhhh AND NO I'M NOT SUFFERING FROM PMS! Probably good that I'm not...

May 27, 2007

Now THIS!

Not only do I have trouble with the kids wanting to cruise around all over...


May 26, 2007

Where are my kids when I need them??

I just spent 40 minutes trying to get my DVD player to play a DVD. We have 3 remote controls, two of which I could find. One, in the bottom of our living room chair, the other up in our bedroom. Finally I got the movie to play, but it was all in black and white. Also...the sound was for shit. Soooooo...I pushed all 45 buttons on the two remote controls, opened the DVD player several times, fiddle dicked around with all the controls, cursed the fact that, although I had the whole house to myself, I could not even watch a frickin' movie without the kids here to run the gadgets. I finally turned on a light, moved the TV a bit, looked at the octopus of wires in the back of the tube, and unplugged and replugged them and changed them around and WAA LAHHHH! JACK POT! I'm not even sure I want to watch a movie now...

May 21, 2007

I can't find anything I want to talk about.
Everything seems...

I See My Baby Girl

May 15, 2007

1 Down 2 to Go

Three to get ready ... go ...go ...pbbbbhhhhbbbbblaaahhhhttttt
Katie graduated on Saturday. Afterward we "recepted" until 1 a.m. ish. We had BBQ hawg wings, homemade rolls, mom's macaroni salad, Aunt Joyces potato salad, cookies, white cake and chocolate cake, spaghettio's, punch and laffy taffy on every table! I ordered my outfit online and henceforth it shall be known as a Larry, Mo and Curly production dress. Spring green jacket with black piping, black flouncy hem skirt with the same spring green flowers and only 2 other people had the same outfit on...and only one of them had a daughter graduating too...and only one of them entered the door at the SAME TIME AS ME!! We would have made nice bookends...anyway
Mark's sisters all made it down and his mom. I only wish they could have stayed longer. We barely got to visit.

I feel pretty much drained and head achey yet...and school is out tomorrow.

I can see the summer smiling like an apple cheeked Dennis the Menace...sigh