Wow, sometimes life can be so good and sometimes it seems like God just is mad at the whole world. My cousin passed away last week from a brain tumor, and a good friend of ours has just been given a few days to live who also has brain cancer. Sometimes you have to wonder what God is thinking. When a young very intelligent person has to go through something like this. Especially one who is such a good person. In all right now we have 4 family members or good friends who are battling this terrible illness. I know we aren't supposed to question God, but it is awfully hard sometimes.
Getting all the forms filled out and decisions made about college for our son is about to drive me crazy. I just can't imagine who decided this was the best way to go about the process of higher education.
Our nephew isn't getting to come home for Thanksgiving. I keep telling him that when he does get to come home on leave that it will just mean he has to go back to Iraq for less time afterward, but it is a pretty lame thing to make up for missing the holidays at home. Sometimes I feel so selfish, being thankful that my own son won't have to go into the service because he has a heart condition. I don't think I could stand having him over there also. It will be hard enough for me when he leaves for college, I don't quite know how I am going to manage just yet. At least I will still have my daughter for a couple of more years.
People that don't have a dog, or have one that is thrown out in the backyard just don't know how theraputic they can be, especially rescues. While I am loving them back to health, they are doing the same thing for me. I think sometimes I need them more than they need me. There is no greater feeling than a little damp nose and warm body tucked next to you when you are watching t.v., knowing that regardless what is happening in the rest of your life that the little guy next to you would probably give you his own food if he thought you were hungry. I wonder what could have happened to some people to make them so mean that they could hurt one of these tiny trusting little souls.
Oh well, my life is really quite good, just some bad things happening right now to make me blue. I have been married for almost 20 years to a nice guy, I have 2 terrific kids, I still have both of my parents, whom I love very much, and I have 4 wonderful fur sons, all of whom are wonderful. I live in a decent home, food on the table, are able to pay our bills, and I really don't want for anything. I guess I have to say all in all God is good to me. I just feel like I need to vent sometimes. Sorry.
Well I guess I'd better go for now, I have to get up early.
Shelby is now 5 months old, potty training coming along well, Our first show will be in about 24 days, yikes am I ready for this! Shelby is such a smart little guy his favorite thing to do is to grab my hand and mouth it, very lovingly, he loves his momma.
So much is going on in my head, sitting here I hear Diamond being a morning grouch as he always is, Shelby (my new furkid) just wants to play, signed Shelby up for Puppy Classes to begin Training, going to try and do some fun matches in October and get him ready for our first show in November..Seems like so much to do in so little time..Cannot believe Shelby this morninghe ran out of his crate stright to his bed in the kitchen and piddled, #&#&## now why did you do that Shelby Wu? Thought potty training was going so well, god forbid if these dogs get their feet wet, they will play in snow but yet wont go on wet grass..well enough for today, suppose I should start laundry and clean before I have to work with Shelby
Evacuating from Rita was one of the scariest experiences in my life. I live in a mandatory evacuation zone which was scheduled for evacuation on Thursday at noon. I decided to leave Wednesday at 1pm, just as I got home from work. I had already made hotel reservations at a Holiday Inn in Fort Worth which accepted pets (no freakinâ€™ WAY were Princess and Murphy going to be left behind or stuck in a shelter. Not when we have alternatives.).
I cannot describe how difficult it is to look around at your belongings and your home and quickly sort out what matters most to you so that you can pack it up and leave everything else with the possibility you may never see it again. All the stuff you always thought you couldnâ€™t live without is seen in a much different light. â€œI canâ€™t live without my television!â€ When I have to choose between gadgets and sentimental items such as my late grandmotherâ€™s handmade paper dolls, the gadgets stay behind.
I wasnâ€™t the only one leaving. If youâ€™ve ever seen the movie Independence Day, you probably remember the scene in the beginning when the aliens have just arrived and everyone is packing up their cars to get out. Thatâ€™s what my area looked like. Everyone gearing up to leave.
Armed guards stood in stores limiting people to 2 cases of water. Everything was being boarded up and shut down. Police were everywhere making sure people behaved themselves.
Itâ€™s a good thing I left so early, but I had the hardest time leaving my family behind. My stepdad works at NASA and had to stay to shut the place down. Mom wouldnâ€™t leave without him (theyâ€™re soulmates), so they were going to leave at Thursday at 3am (with Murphy) and meet me in Fort Worth. We all had reservations at the same hotel, so weâ€™d be together. I kept hounding them to leave earlier, but they couldnâ€™t. If I hadnâ€™t had Momâ€™s promise that they were going to be okay and meet me up there, I donâ€™t think I could have left.
When I was on the other side of Houston, I stopped at a gas station to get a map of Texas. I have a map of Houston, Louisiana, Oklahoma and even Florida (Iâ€™ve taken lots of roadtrips), but no map of Texas. Because it was almost 100 degrees C outside, there was NO WAY I was going to leave Princess in the car. I thought that because I was just getting a map and getting out, it would be okay to take her in with me, especially given the circumstances. That jackass behind the counter threw us out! Waving his arms up and down in the air, he literally screamed, â€œOUT!! OUT!!! NO!! NOT ALLOWED!!â€ Princess and I had to stand outside the door and beg people to get us map. Finally, one young lady did and she got us a GREAT map. Even had all of the labeled back roads and such.
Next, I had to pee. Apparently, the jackass behind the counter wasnâ€™t going to let us in so I could potty, so I tried the Wells Fargo bank on the other side of the parking lot. After some light begging, that gentleman let Princess and I (the bank was closed mind you) in so I could use their bathroom. I didnâ€™t get to pee again until I was well outside of Austin several hours later, but this guy saved my bladder.
Princess took the trip really, really well. Sheâ€™s my travel buddy and has been on several long roadtrips with me. Weâ€™ve even driven to Atlanta and Kansas City together. Sheâ€™s the best little travel companion. As long as I keep her full up on French fries (they stave off car sickness), she sleeps the entire way. Perfectly content in her crate with her woobie. I stopped as often as I could to let her stretch her legs, but for the first 7 hours of the trip, I totally forgot to give her water. Seven hours!! What kind of rotten Momma am I?! I just kept feeding her fries all the way. Between the fries and the Harry Potter on audio tape, she was a happy puppy. Even happier when I finally got it through my head that she ju-u-u-u-st might be thirsty.
The entire way up there, I kept calling my parents to let them know where I was and that I was safe and to keep making them promise that they were going to follow me.
I was getting so tired on that drive that for the last hundred miles, I kept having to pull over in rest areas and picnic areas just to rest my eyes for a moment. I was so tired that I was getting really dangerous on the road and almost went through a barricade. I got a brief second wind when I saw a sign that said â€œFort Worth 50 milesâ€, but the headlights that kept shining in my eyes just made me want to sleep right then and there.
I made it to my hotel around midnight. By that time, I had been up and moving since 5am, had barely eaten, was worried sick about my family and terrified that I wasnâ€™t going to have a home or a job to go home to. Exhausted and stressed, my good nature (if there was any of it left) was running thin.
The 2 receptionists at the counter were yakking on the phone about their weekend plans. I stood there fuming and trying to get their attention. One of them covered up the mouthpiece, looked at me and said, â€œDo you have a question?â€ in a very annoyed tone.
I lost it. I saw red and yelled through my gritted teeth, â€œNo! I have a reservation!!â€ Iâ€™m a normally very sweet person, but I quickly got really nasty. When the other one interrupted our â€œconversationâ€, the twit to whom I was speaking actually turned to talk to other person, and then quickly thought better of it as I think my head was rotating by that time. I even yelled, â€œOh no! Go ahead! Donâ€™t let ME bother you!â€ She checked me in, gave me my room key and told me to have a nice stay. â€œWhereâ€™s the room?!â€ â€œOh itâ€™s around back. Is that where you parked?â€ If I donâ€™t know where the room is, how the hell am I supposed to know where to park?? I parked out front like every other dumbass Sweetheart!â€
It was 1am when I finally got to the room, got the essentials in the room, walked the dog and turned on the news to find out where Rita was. Nevermind a shower, I was too tired. Finally made it to sleep about 2amâ€¦almost 24 hours after I had gotten up last time and 1 hour before my parents were to leave Houston.
I spent most of the next day worrying about my parents and watching the news. The phones were in and out; I didnâ€™t know where they were and I kept seeing the news reports on TV. The gridlock, the bus explosion, the reports of people being held up at knifepoint for supplies, the gas running out, cars running out of fuel on the side of the road and the idiot governor of Texas saying that everything was going okay despite a few â€œglitchesâ€. It was one of the worst feelings in my life, not knowing where my family was or if they were alright. It was one of the best when my phone rang and it was themâ€¦still in Houston. Slowly inching their way towards Austin and NOT stuck in the I45 gridlock. Heavy traffic, but Daddyâ€™s truck holds a lot of fuel and they were fine. Had snacks, water and everything.
Theyâ€™d keep reporting back throughout the day, and every time I saw their number on my cell phoneâ€™s caller ID, Iâ€™d answer, â€œWhere are you?!â€ That was it. Eventually, Dad answered with, â€œHi Erica. How are you doing?â€ in a extremely calm voice to which I replied, â€œWhere are you?!â€
It took them 18 hours to drive from Houston to Fort Worth and when they got there that evening, the hotel had lost their reservations. Luckily, Daddy got them another room. He has that special gift. Itâ€™s amazing. They were so tired. Mom and I dined in the hotel restaurant and brought him up a plate of food which had biscuits that were so rubbery, they held their shape when you stretched and squished them like Play-Do. I kid you not. I made a muscle man out of one.
It was that evening that the hotel decided to have its annual fire alarm testâ€¦without telling any of us that it was just a test. Six floors, one working elevatorâ€¦you do the math. It ainâ€™t pretty. And after THAT, the people in the room across from mine had to be thrown out by no fewer than FOUR Fort Worth police officers.
The forecasts still had Rita barreling down on Houston and making a Tropical Storm pitstop in Forth Worth, so we went to the local grocery store to grab some food and water to keep in our hotel. We stocked up on some extra books as well. Just in case.
At this point, Iâ€™d like to mention something. It was my friends who were calling to make sure we were all safe. Including Sunlite. A few of my other pen pals (with whom Iâ€™ve been conversing for over 5 years) were calling to make sure we were okay and to get updates. Not the rest of my relatives, one of whom is a Weather Channel addict. It was my friends, and Iâ€™ll never forget it. It was such a comfort. I didnâ€™t feel so alone.
Friday night, while my family slept, I stayed up watching the Weather Channel. It wasnâ€™t until about 2 hours before it made landfall that they actually knew where it was going to hit. While Iâ€™d never wish a hurricane on anyone, I was so thankful that it didnâ€™t hit Houston. I finally fell asleep, worrying about how to get home.
Saturday morning, we had an emergency family meeting. We decided to try and beat the traffic going home and go ahead and leave the hotel. This meant no shower, leave with the clothes we were wearing and pack up as quickly as possible, which we did.
Anticipating a lot of heavy traffic, we took the backways home. We had topped off our gas tanks in Fort Worth and it was a good thing. All the gas stations were out. About halfway home, we found the ONE gas station in a tiny, po-dunk Texas village (it didnâ€™t even have a sign to announce that you were there) within hundreds of miles that still had gas. It closed up right when we were leaving after having filled up.
We finally got close to home later that night. It was so strange to drive through my area and see virtually nothing open, everything boarded up and almost not a soul on the streets. I started crying with relief before I even pulled into the parking lot at home. My apartment complex was still standing. Leaves littered the ground, some units were boarded up, and there were hardly any cars in the parking lot, but it was still there.
I walked in and started crying harder. My home was still there. I even had electricity and running water. After packing all my stuff back in, I called Sunlite and cried all over her. She was the best. She just let me bawl my eyes out.
For I donâ€™t know how long, I kept walking around my apartment touching the walls to make sure they were still up, flipping light switches on and off and turning the faucets on and off. I was so thankful that my home was still there.
As my parents were unloading the truck at their house, police came by and watched them to make sure they werenâ€™t looting.
Okay. Yâ€™all know me well enough that I have to share the humor and there was plenty.
It was 11 hours of hard driving to get from Houston to Austin to Fort Worth. I wasnâ€™t going to take Interstate 45 because of the gridlock. As soon as I got out of Houston, the traffic cleared and I didnâ€™t have any problems getting gas either. Something that really amazed me was that the good gasoline was cheaper in the rural areas than the regular stuff in Houstonâ€¦and some of the locals were refusing to pay that price! â€œYouâ€™re not willing to pay $2.59 for Supreme? Would you mind moving your car so I can fill up then?â€
After about 8 hours leaving Houston, I had finally passed through Austin (I was really surprised at how small Austin is compared to Houston) and found a rest stop where I could pull off and actually go to the bathroom. No pets allowed my butt! Princess came with me. I rediscovered how difficult it is going to the bathroom with an excited dog attached to one wrist. Unzipping my pants became a personal challenge which took several precious moments and there were a couple of times Princess jerked so hard my head hit the door. While I was on the potty, Princess poked her head under the wall between my stall and the one next to me. She scared the living daylights out of a cleaning lady. â€œA RAT!!! ITâ€™S A RAT!!!â€ I donâ€™t know what they feed their vermin in Austin, but Iâ€™d like to think that Princess is cuter than a rat. When I told my coworker that story, he shook his head and said, â€œThat lady doesnâ€™t realize how close she came to getting beaten.â€
Once, when we rotated drivers and Mom was driving with me in the back of my car, we were stopped at a railroad crossing. We were following Dad, but someone else cut in front of us so that he could roll down his window and talk to his wife who was driving anther car. After traffic in our lane moved ahead a little, this guy and his wife were still talking. Dad backs up, gets out and approaches the man in front of us. Mom and I sat chanting, â€œDonâ€™t get shot, donâ€™t get shot.â€ Everything worked out and we pulled around to follow Dad again.
The next railroad crossing, I was driving in my car myself with Princess. We come to another set of tracks and have to stop for traffic. Not wanting to be separated again, I look both ways and, seeing that itâ€™s clear, rest on the tracks. After all, itâ€™s just an ordinary red light. We should be moving soon. As Iâ€™m waiting, the railroad lights go off, the arms start coming down and there I am, stuck right in the middle of the tracks. I can SEE the damn train coming. I honk my horn and just as the arms are about to box me in, traffic moves.
While in Fort Worth, Princess and I had a king-sized bed. I have photographic evidence that she can take up the whole thing. Iâ€™ll post it as soon as I get the film developed. She and I had a little tiff over the bed. I didnâ€™t feel like sleeping on the edge with my butt hanging over the edge.
When we were leaving the hotel, I let Mom hold on to Princess so I could check out unhindered. It took a few minutes, and when I came back out I took Princessâ€™s leash back and started babytalking to her. â€œHowâ€™s my little angel-poo?â€ Mom gave me â€œThe Lookâ€ and started, â€œAngel???? This dog is no angel! She was throwing a fit the minute you got out of her sights!!! She has absolutely no leash etiquette whatsoever!!!â€
I look at Princess and in a babytalk voice ask, â€œAwwwwâ€¦.Is that true?â€ as I pet her little head.
Mom then automatically starts defending the dog, â€œDonâ€™t get mad at her. She just loves you so much.â€
It Would Be Open
There is a Chinese restaurant down the street from where I live. Itâ€™s been there for years. It has the worst food. Itâ€™s been investigated for paying slave wages and illegal immigrants. In the midst of every other business closed and boarded up, it was open and hopping with business. Having learned from experience, I still opted for a granola bar and a bottle of water for dinner.
Houston is the energy capital. When we got home, the energy capital we call home was completely out of gas. Houstonâ€¦out of gas. I still canâ€™t help but chuckle.
Having to leave Fort Worth so quickly meant not taking a shower or brushing teeth or changing clothes. By the time I got home, I was sticky, sweaty, smelly, dirty and exhausted. I just wanted a hot shower. Unfortunately, there was no hot water. Just cold. I still washed my hair twice and scrubbed every nook and cranny. Freezing cold, but feeling great.
Evacuating from Rita was one of the scariest points in my life. I could have lost everything. Many did. I learned a lot about Texas. San Antonio and Austin were wonderful to us during the evacuations. Dallas and several small towns were not. Just watching Dallasâ€™s own news channels, I learned that they didnâ€™t open their shelters until close to the last minute, claiming â€œfatigueâ€. Small towns were refusing evacuees gas, wanting to hold on to it for themselves. Many evacuees were actually chased off with guns.
On the other hand, San Antonio sent people to help reopen Houston stores because so much of our population was still out of town. Many of my coworkers went to Austin and at the shelter, many Austin residents were picking up Rita evacuees and taking them home. My own coworker and his girlfriend spent the weekend at a coupleâ€™s house who just said, â€œYou can come home with us.â€
I won't forget the friends that called me when my other family didn't. I won't forget how kind some other Texas cities were and I sure as hell won't forget the ones that weren't.
I'm so thankful for the family I have (meaning my parents), my doggies, my home, my wonderful car who didn't let me down and my friends.
I was told not to worry about it for now as the chances of it happening so soon were nill but pfft, it happened! That's what I get for listening to a man! On Wednesday morning I awoke at 6am to turn on my screen and see a message to restart my computer. There was an uneasy feeling about it as I turned the power off but there was no other choice but to.....so I did. Little did I know that it meant everything that was ever on my computer, every e-mail, e-mail address, file. photo, graphic, song in iTune, everything would go POOF! Gone! Not There! Can I cry now? I haven't yet although I have really wanted to! I am just too plain pissed off big time I guess to release those tears but I know they're comming.
For those of you who don't know, I purchased this computer from my brother. He comes to visit me often and loads all the programs that he needs for work on a hard drive (HD) and sends it to me. Reason is so when he comes and stays, if there's a crisis at work or something that needs tweaking or immediate attention, he can stay here and work on whatever it is. He is a director of advertising at a magazine, so it's nice to be able to have him come and stay a week and if there's a problem as he can take care of it from here. For me it ends up I have all these wonderful programs, 1/2 I have no clue how to operate . Well anyways after some warnings in late February-early March, I was having some problems getting the computer to reboot. Welll I started making backups burning CD's. Little did I know about 1/3 of the info I was burning was actually taking place. The HD finally crashed and I had lost almost everything. Don't know why it did it but one day I went to reboot and no way was the computer coming back on.
My brother sent me a new HD still loaded with Panther (older mac OS) on it as Tiger wasn't to be released for another couple of weeks. Anyways I dealt with my loses, loaded what I could from backups (which is when I learned CD burning isn't the most reliable way to go) and cut my loses and started to rebuild. I was told to send him the burner I had back as he wanted to find out why it only worked part way. I asked about another backup but was told: "Don't worry the chances of that happening twice are near nill , besides with Tiger coming out, you'll be upgrading soon." So I left it.
Last Sunday I had a bad crash and I called my brother. He had finally sent me the updated HD with Tiger on it about 2 1/2 weeks ago but wanted me to wait in installing it. See I found out after that he HATES the new OS and didn't want me to upgrade which is why he had me wait. Despite my better judgement, I waited which brings me to Wednesday morning........................
Now I have nothing left but some anger and questions as to why I would kill 2 HD's in 6 months? I have taken my old HD in to a shop to see if they can get it working or retrieve some of my data. My brother wanted to have me just send it to him but I did that last time and got nothing back so I decided to take an alternative route this time. I am hoping to hear from them come Monday as they said they would try to get to it before but didn't happen , Don't know why but I get a feeling it's not gonna happen . Well I figure nothing ventured nothing gained.
I am now using the new HD, am posting this blog entry as a warning.....especially to males who think they know it all to take my experience as a warning, make a back up, please! You may very well be next .
Please send some good vibes and thoughts my way that I may recover some of my info without it costing me a fortune . I will keep you updated.
That's it for now!
Well my last kitty passed away about an hour ago. I tried really hard not to get attatched, but I had to cry anyway. At least I tried and the vet said that I was doing everything right, it just wasn't meant to be. So I am sitting here trying not to be sad but it isn't working. :)
Well, I am now down to one kitten. I am trying so hard not to get attatched to the little guy, but it is hard. We found the mother cat and she wants in the house, but she doesn't want anything to do with the kitten. So he is sleeping inside my heated throw blanket and I am feeding him with an eyedropper every 2 hours. By now I am dead on my feet getting up all night. Now I remember why I only had 2 children!
The poor little guy has the poops this morning. The vet told me to give him pedialyte and switched his formula. Hope it helps, it doesn't take long to dehydrate something that small. My kids keep telling me that I should name him Mighty because he looks like a Mouse.
I am so exhausted, the house is a wreck, the laundry is piling up, and just when I doze off the phone keeps ringing. I guess it better just stay up and get the housework done in between kitty feedings. Did I mention just how tired I am? I was a few years younger when I did this with my kids. How did I manage?
Well, the little female kitten with the cuts passed away about 3:30 this morning, but she sure did put up a fight. The two little boys are still doing okay. I hope they are getting enough to eat. I don't know how much a newborn kitten should eat.
Well I had better get lunch started for my kids and their friends. They always come home for lunch, well you know cafeteria food. My son needs as much nutrition as possible. He is 6'2" and weighs 121 lbs. He has a 29" waist and a 38" inseam.
Another anniversary is here to remind us all of a harsh tragedy that happened 4 years ago. The World Trade Center was my favorite place. Whenever I flew home the plane would always fly by it or if I was driving I'd see it from New Jersey, either way I knew that I was almost home. It was always a comfort when it was within sight and at the same time brought a feeling of excitement.
I guess that being a New York City girl, I will always have a bond with this big amazing city but being that my first job was in lower Manhattan, this was my area, where I felt most comfortable. I knew lower Manhattan inside and out and WTC was my favorite place. I'd love to go to the top and was so disappointed when the outside observation deck was closed due to wind. Nothing like walking out that door to have the wind blow through your hair and try to rip any papers you might have in your hand away as if it was playing tug-o-war with you. Whenever I was there, I felt as if I was on top of the world and could just spend time gazing out at the view all around. In the indoor area, I'd love to lean up as close, flush up against the window as I could get and try to look straight down. My favorite time to be there was right before twilight as I'd be able to watch the sun set and feel almost like I was above the sun. I also loved to watch the city light up coming to life as the darkness would try to encompass itself upon it. It was never a match for this city.
Then 9/11/01 came. I remember all too well, where I was driving to pick up a friend when I heard the report on the radio that a plane crashed into one of the towers. That came on just as I approached my friends house and I ended up driving right on by it passing it up. I had to turn around and go back and got Barb to turn on the TV. We watched in horror as so many did what was to unfold and I shortly after went home to try and reach my brothers. Took me a while to get them but finally we did reach each-other and I was relieved to find out they were safe. Both work there in that area so tensions were high until I reached them. I watched on TV as the towers fell from the comfort of my living room, trembling and crying quietly as my brother was describing the terror of watching the towers fall from the roof of his apartment building on the other side of the river in Brooklyn. I can never explain the horrible, sick feeling that overcame me as I tried to be strong and show strength for my brothers. I'm not going to go into more detail about my feelings as I'm sure you can imagine what I felt. There are many people I knew who worked in that building and area.
Well now it's been 4 years, I still have not been back to the site. I have actual photographs taken by my brother from the roof of where he lives, so it's a permanent reminder of what actually took place. The first time I went back was December 2001 and was so saddened as when we were flying over NYC, I didn't even recognize it! I just can't seem to bring myself to go there. I find it so disturbing as I no longer have a landmark to tell me when I'm almost home. At some point I will revisit the area but it won't be anytime soon. I still can't seem to bring myself there and I have no idea how long it will take, until then........ may all who perrished there rest in peace and I pray that those that they left behind, that they have found some peace or acceptance and strength.
I guess today is about the same as most days. I am busy with getting things together for a fundraiser for my daughter's dance team. My mother-in-law called and my father-in-law is going for more tests to find out why he has been feeling so bad lately. I just finished cleaning up the lunch mess from my kids and 4 of their closest friends. The toilet is clogging up and so goes my life.
I just looked over and Buster has stuffed himself into this tiny little box and his fat little body is hanging out of all the sides. It is a pretty good laugh. Sometimes I don't know what I would do without my fur boys to make me smile.
I can't believe my son is 18 already and will be leaving for college in less than a year. It seems like just yesterday that we were learning to tube feed this tiny little thing so we could bring him home. I am so proud of him! Right now he is on track to be valedictorian of his class, and he has learned to really live his life, not letting his illness slow him down. When his right arm was paralyzed for awhile, he learned to play baseball left handed. He has grown up to be such a remarkable young man, the kind of kid that is responsible and you can trust. I know I am rambling on but I am sooo proud of him and it is such a hard thing for me thinking that he won't be in our household every day. I know that everyone grows up and life changes, I guess I am just going to have to get used to it. It is not like millions of other young adults don't do the same thing every day. Okay, I'll stop my sniffling now, and write more later. :)
It's a lovely day here in Houston. The sun is shining. The birds are singing. A warm breeze flows over the construction site next door in such a direction that we don't have to smell it at lunch.
Speaking of lunch...
Since it's such a lovely day, I decided to escape my ice-cold cubicle and sit outside to enjoy the weather. Luckily for me there was one bench and table left. Unbeknownst to me, it was covered in bird poop.
And many thanks to all of the coworkers who didn't freakin' tell me! Now my too-tight jeans have bird droppings on the butt.
I need a cuddle. :(
:) I washed all of my jeans when I was getting ready to start my monthly cycle. How does that make sense? Right when I'm feeling hugely fat, am completely bloated and have zero sense of humor, I make sure all of my blue jeans are way too tight. I'm talking so tight, the circulation is cut off to my head. (Which could explain things except that I lost my mind before I washed them.) Seriously, I stood up and saw SPOTS!
The cycle is about over (thank God), and I'm just now starting to shrink back to my normal size. I now have a roll of fat boinking up over the waist band of my jeans that doesn't quite reach my bra area. The bottom half of me looks like a sausage that just doesn't quite fit in its skin.
So I ask again,....what was I thinking????????? :)
Well Country Fair Days are behind me again for another year, thank goodness as it is always a fun but exhausting event. Attendance was down from previous years but some of that might have been attributed to the weather. Saturday started out chilly, cloudy and windy but quickly heated up with the abundance of sun, followed by some of the heaviest downpours all within a 7 hour time period ! The one bad thing, not everyone anchored their tents, so some tried to go flying off. This is not something you want happening with that many people walking around and some poor woman did get hit by one on Sunday. She was fine, more startled then anything but then, so would I if it had happened to me. Sunday's weather was hot sunny and very windy making it extremely challenging to maintain a neat display, never mind trying to keep your paper flyers from blowing off.
My youth group did finally pull together (after numerous threats of me hunting them down if they didn't ) and had a great weekend raising close to $200 in donations. When we have our first meeting in a few weeks they'll decide where to donate to. It always amazes me how some of the former members who graduate come back to see me. One guy who graduated 2 years ago came back to visit, saw that the club was short handed and decided to stay and lend a hand. I love working with this group despite the challenges it sometimes brings and feel quite priviledged to have this oppertunity. It's really an incredible feeling though when one comes back to see you. I have had several come back now and I'm always ecstatic when they do !
Last week I worked the blood drive that was hosted by the town for American Red Cross. The turn out was great and the goal for donations were exceeded. I am hoping to find out the exact count this week. This event is always fun to work, and we'll be doing it again on Nov 30th.
Well I have previously stated that Country Fair Days marks an unofficial end to summer and it appears that this year is no different. I like to walk early in the morning several times a week and lately, the last few mornings have been quite chilly. This morning though brought a sadness to me as not only did I see my breath from the cold, but several small flocks of geese had started to fly south ! We've had an incredible summer and I don't want it to end as I know quite too well what's in store for us .
Well signing off for now, will try to update again soon !
I hope you all enjoy this as much as I do. Some of you will be more willing then others to put your thought or ideas in here but I love it, makes you feel good when someone takes the time to read about you and the events you choose to share. My blog will contain random things from events in my life, public and personal (very personal at times) to updates on what I'm working on or future ideas for the board. I already have 2 active blogs but have not updated them as recent as I should. If you would like to see them your more then welcomed to read it: CRC Blog and the other CU Blog .
Well back to work after I take a little break. I'm proud to say that I've completed updating Basic Black, Blue, Nightsky, Purple Passion, Roses are Red and Granite. Atlantic Beach will be next although it may take longer as I may have to redo all the buttons on it, I can't remember what I did with the blank button, or what font and color I used . Oh well, we do learn from our mistakes, or at least hope so !
Someone needs to calm me down!! I have been an emotional wreck. Ever since Johnny and Heather sent us an invitation in the mail, I had a reality check I guess and I realized my baby, my only child is getting married in 27 days. You would think I am the one walking down the isle. I am worried about every little detail right down to the end of the reception and sending them off into the night. LOL
I think I need some help! I honestly havent been able to sleep well or eat well in the past few weeks, well at least I have lost 11 pounds!! LOL
27 days 27 days 27 days...
I'm really scared. I've already been downsized three times this year alone. Five times in the past four years. I love where I'm working now. I'm happy at what I'm doing. I feel like I've finally started an actual career instead of bouncing around hoping to make ends meet.
The company for which I work has its marine headquarters located in New Orleans and I'm scared that the ripple effect will cause cutbacks which will cost me my job again. I know that I'm lucky to have a roof over my head and so many other comforts and basics that thousands don't have right now. I know where my family is, I know they're all safe, I have food, water and although the gas prices have skyrocketed, I drive a fairly new, small, economical car. I'll take a hit, but I'm won't be desperate...as long as I keep my job.
This does not dimish how heartbroken I feel for the victims of Hurricane Katrina in any way.
I'm just really scared. I've been on unemployment for most of this year. I live in Houston and because so many thousands of people are out of work and won't be able to go back for months, I'm scared of the extra competition in the already tight job market.
I've been trying to save up some more funds because unemployment does not begin to cover the bills, but I've had some heavy car repair costs this past month on top of getting caught up from when I ran out of funds a couple of months ago.
I don't have enough saved up to count for any kind of savings. My insecurity is starting to show at work. I'm missing details, and although I don't say anything, I'm getting defensive and squirrly whenever my coworker points out my mistakes. I'm doing my best not to worry, but I can't help it.
I'm so scared I just want to cry all the time. My chest hurts. I'm having trouble sleeping. I don't want to eat or I want to eat everything.
I'm sorry if this sounds like a selfish entry, especially considering what so many thousands of people are going through right now. I'm just so scared.
This is a first for me, never having had a blog before. I'm not too sure anyone would be to interested in the stuff that's floating around in MY head.....but Sunlite has assured me it's a fun thing to do, so here it is, my first Blog Entry.
Hmmm weather right now, is cold and windy, hope it rains soon our water tanks are getting low. Weather is a boring subject. This is harder than I thought.....
Both the tzu are asleep. I think they know when mum is on the computer it's time for a good sleep, she's bound to be there for some time LOL
Husband is home today sitting in a chair and watching me type.....very very annoying and rather offputting
ok that's it, first blog
urru for now Cackle
Wonder do you sign blogs??????