DS3's birthday party seemed to be a success. He got a guitar, a strap for it, Spongebob Ants in the Pants (and it is just WRONG the face that Spongebob is making, I'm telling you...I have half a mind to write a letter), a GI Joe toy, and some card games that he wanted.
I have to take the guitar over to the church and have someone help me tune it. I need to find a book for him.
Okay, so that's just a really, really bad joke. My internist (my PCP wasn't in today) put me on Restoril. He thinks that a cycle of it will help me break this not sleeping cycle. He put me on what he considers a high dose for such a small girl (and I've lost two more pounds). He said to tell my husband that if I am unwakeable and pee on myself then it might be a good idea to get a lower dose. Gee - you think? Thank you, Captain Obvious.
He said the curve in my back is getting worse and he is surprised that I am not hurting more. He wanted to know if I've been doing the back exercises. No, but I've been running three times a week. I was told to quit that. I said I'd cut down but I won't quit.
I have to go back in a month.
Today is DS3's sixth birthday. I'll post more about that later. Right now I am headed out to get his birthday present.
So this first quote I found on a website. They accredited it to smileyourmomchoselife.org but the domain says it is still under construction. I still love it:
Everyone who supported slavery was free. Everyone who supports abortion was born. That's the way oppression works.
My husband heard this one (and I blushed but it has a good point, he says):
Ever notice how the women that support abortion aren't ones you'd necessarily want to have sex with to begin with?
Obviously, one week would be last Thursday. So, if I sleep tonight I guess it would only be six days but we'll just cop to the fact that...I aint sleepin'.
1. It really ticks me off when people call my cell while I am on my way to work. Not just any person, mind you, as I am usually capable of being quite cordial. However, do not call my phone if I do not know you and demand to know who I am. That will be met with, "Shut up, moron, you called my phone. Who the **** are YOU?" That is usually followed by a dial tone from the other person.
2. I really am a peace loving person. But if you push me to far, I will light your tail up. I don't care who you are when I've not slept.
3. Fat chicks should not wear pants that give them muffin tops with a tank top and no bra when it is 50 degrees outside and windy. I don't want to see your nipples or your flab and, frankly, no one else does either. Take your redneck tail home and put on some clothes.
4. The Lupus fog is worse when I don't sleep. I am even more forgetful (yes, it is possible). Today I forgot that it was Thursday which means yesterday was Wednesday which means I forgot my Mind Hump.
5. DS3 is turning six on Saturday. He wants to learn to play the guitar. Tonight I must go to Sprawl-Mart and order his cake. That's where I will buy his guitar at too. The little acoustic cheap ones are like $40. I want to make sure he really wants to do it.
6. The kids want to see Flushed Away (or something like that). It is some animated movie about a mouse that gets flushed. He's a rich mouse. I could have sworn that this movie actually came out several years back because a mouse that looks like a mix between Elvis and the John Travolta from Grease lives in his mansion.
7. I am so tired that my head is just throbbing. I am just waiting for it to explode.
8. My BIL will be here for a week. He's in the Air Force. He is just in time for DS3's birthday.
9. I am not going to church tonight. I barely made it to work without killing myself. I will stop by Sprawl-Mart, go home, go running with the kids, and go to bed. They are all on their own for dinner. There's plenty of left over spaghetti and meatballs.
10. The weatherman just said that we might have severe weather this afternoon. I hope we do.
11. I brought my lap top to work with me. When I am out of things to do, I can pretty much do what I want. I made a couple of things for APHC last night (see the links on the right and click on Apostolic Homeschooling) that I need to add to the website.
12. I am 1.10 points aways from an A in contracts.
13. I am calling my doctor to find out why the **** I cannot sleep. The Trazodone just doesn't seem to be cutting it. I got to sleep last night but couldn't stay asleep. Went to bed at 10 and was up by 11.
I told you I'm practical...and introverted..and considerate...and excitable..
INTERPRETATION NOTES
Your Social Boldness: Introverted VS Extraverted
You are quite introverted. Socially, you prefer a more relaxed, low-key environment, rather than the hustle and bustle of a wild night in the city. You tend not to talk a lot, but when you do people listen, because when you say something it has meaning. You are not seeking the limelight, usually you prefer to let the attention-mongers do their thing while you observe. In an unfamiliar setting, you tend to be cautious and shy while you evaluate the circumstances. You prefer to avoid conflict, so you do not put yourself into a threatening situation. Your shyness may be perceived as unfriendly, but that could not be further from the truth. People need to be patient with you and take the time to get to know the complex, private you.
Your Agreeableness: Candid VS Considerate
You are very considerate. You are a popular person, aren't you? Of course you are. You truly value harmony in dealing with others. People recognize your friendly, generous, and helpful personality. Your easy-going, agreeable nature makes you such a joy to be around. This is especially true in meetings or general conversations. The topic may become heated, but you are considerate of other's feelings and you will find a happy medium in order to placate those around you. This is because you have an optimistic view of human nature and you realize that if you trust people with their decisions that they are not trying to hurt you or take advantage of you. This special and rare quality is also seen in your altruism. You enjoy helping others. To you it is not a sacrifice; to you it is fulfilling to help others in need.
Your Self-Control: Impulsive VS Cautious
You are moderately impulsive. At times you can be impulsive, but not to the point where you are jeopardizing work or relationships. You know when to follow rules, but you also know when to bend rules that are not set in stone. If your home or work space gets a little messy, you do not get upset or feel compelled to tidy up. You do not have to have perfect order in your life to feel good about yourself or your environment. You tend to be more on the fun side of spontaneity, and enjoy being flexible with your plans and your life. In general, you prefer to make short-term goals rather than long-term goals.
Your Anxiety Level: Excitable VS Relaxed
You are very excitable. You do not like stressful situations. You tend to react emotionally to stress, which can lead to bad moods, or even anxiety, anger, or depression. You like to be treated fairly, and may become upset if you sense that someone is trying to cheat you. You may find urges and cravings irresistible to the point that you are giving into them even if you know you will regret it or feel guilty later. Sometimes you may feel uncomfortable in social situations, even thinking that others are judging you. This self-consciousness may show through as shyness, because you do not want people to think poorly of you. You tend to worry and are apprehensive in unfamiliar circumstances.
Your Openness to Change: Practical VS Imaginative
You are very practical. You want just the facts - keep it plain and simple. You are practical, pragmatic and well grounded. You have no time for carelessness and impracticality. You prefer to keep your emotions to yourself, rather than exposing your feelings to the world. Life moves along much better for you when you can maintain a schedule and have routine in your life. Unexpected surprises and chaos are a major inconvenience to you. You tend to be conservative and are somewhat resistant to change. Others respect your ability to act properly in your everyday life.
The way you Think/Reason: Concrete VS Abstract
You are very abstract in your thinking. You tend to be quick to grasp ideas, are a fast learner and intelligent. You possess a hallmark of intelligence that potentially separates human beings from earlier life forms, the ability to think about future consequences before acting on an impulse. Your reasoning activity involves contemplation of long-range goals, organizing and planning routes to these goals, and persisting toward one's goals in the face of short-lived impulses to the contrary. You also have keen interests in intellectual matters and love to play with ideas and think theoretically. You tend to be open-minded to new and unusual ideas, and like to debate intellectual issues. You often enjoy riddles, puzzles, and brainteasers.
Some days it just isn't worth gnawing through the leather straps...
I forgot to tell you all about this...and it was pretty funny too.
Friday night The Cop Magnet cooked = going through the drive thru at McDonald's.
So this is how it went down.
TCM: I need a kids' meal with a cheeseburger and chocolate milk.
DT: Okay.
TCM: I need another kids' meal with chicken nuggets. The one with the six pieces. Make that one with a Dr. Pepper.
DT: Okay.
TCM: My wife wants the double quarter pounder value meal [author note: so much for the fast food fast]. No ketcup and no mustard.
Me: I don't want pickles either.
TCM: Okay (to me). (To DT:) On the double quarter pounder with cheese, can you put the pickles on the side?
DT: [dead air]
Me: I don't want pickles.
TCM (quietly): Yeah, I know. I just want to see what they're going to do.
DT: [to someone else] Dude, how do I put pickles on the side?
They left the pickles off my burger, thank goodness. They gave my husband a small container filled with pickles.
I kind of felt bad for the kid that took our order. I don't think he quite realized that we could hear him. DS1 said, "How hard can it be? You just put them, like, not on the burger."
A good many husbands are entirely spoiled by mismanagement in cooking and so are not tender and good. Some women go about it as if their husbands were bladders and blow them up. Others keep them constantly in hot water. Others let them freeze by their carelessness and indifference. Some keep them in a stew by irritating ways and words. Others roast them. Some keep them in pickle all their lives.
It cannot be supposed that any husband will be tender and good managed in this way, but they are really delicious when properly treated.
In selecting your husband, you should not be guided by the silvery appearance, as in buying mackerel, nor by the golden tint, as if you wanted salmon. Be sure and select him for yourself, as tastes differ. Do not go to market for him, as the best is always brought to the door. It is far better to have none, unless you will patiently learn how to cook him. A preserving kettle of the finest porcelain is the best, but if you have nothing but an earthenware pipkin it will do, with care.
See that the linen in which you wrap him is nicely washed and mended, with the requisite number of buttons and strings nicely sewed on. Tie him in the kettle by a strong silken cord, called comfort; duty is apt to be weak. Husbands are apt to fly out of the kettle and be burned and crusty on the edge, since, like crabs and lobsters, you have to cook them while alive. Make a clear, steady fire out of love, neatness and cheerfulness. Set your husband as near this as seems to agree with him. If he sputters and fizzes, do not be anxious. Some husbands do this until they are quite done. Add a little sugar in the form of what confectioners call kisses, but no vinegar or pepper on any account. A little spice improves him, but it must be used with judgement. Do not stick any sharp instrument into him to see if he is becoming tender. Stir him gently; watch the while, lest he lie too flat and close to the kettle and so become useless. You cannot fail to know when he is done. If thus treated, you will find him very digestible, agreeing nicely with you and the children, and he will keep as long as you want, unless you become careless and set him in too cool a place.
I figured out how to work the alarm clock on my cell phone. So at lunch, I am taking a nap in my car. We have a private parking lot and I'm not a very tall girl. I can cuddle up in the back seat just fine.
Thursday night I slept just fine. I helped Sis Keys in Children's Church and we had seven kids ranging from 2 - 1o years old.
Friday night, The Cop Magnet and I fussed a little (nothing major - mostly just related to being tired and just fussing at each other cause we can). I slept for about two hours (from 5 until 7). Got up on Saturday and ate breakfast. We all got dressed and went to the city to pick up my niece (or is it neice...I always forget and yes I know this has spell checker but I'm lazy). She's 11 and she loves horses. Actually, obsessed is more like it. I'm 5'4" and she is taller than I am.
We drove out to Piedmont where my best friend from high school lives with her husband and daughter. She has two new calves and two horses. It was nice when we left (about 70 degrees). We didn't think the cold front was to move in until Saturday evening. When we got there, the wind had picked up from the north and was really gusting.
The kids chased T-Bone and E.T. (the calves) around the back yard for a while. Then we petted the horses over the fence and fed them. She took us into the barn to go out to the field her two horses are in. We helped her groom them and water them. The roof on the barn is tin and loose. So it was blowing and banging like nobody's business. She bridled her older horse (I cannot think of his name - the other horse (the one that keep loving up on DS3 by licking him and nuzzling him) goes by the name of Blaze. The horses didn't like the noise from the roof so she didn't saddle them. The kids did get to sit on the older horse bare back for some pictures. She even let my neice nudge him back some. She's going to take riding lessons soon.
We got in about 4:00 from Piedmont. We watched the game, cooked dinner, and the boys had a friend spend the night (from next door). He's a good kid but...he's one of those that unless he is put in front of the TV or game console, he's "bored". So we played some board games.
We played Pickle the Pirate (it's a learning game my FIL bought for the boys last year). I was the ship. DS1 was messing with a loose tooth and...it flew out of his mouth and knocked my ship over! DS1 won Pickle the Pirate.
We played two rounds of Uno Attack. Neighbor Boy won a round and I won a round. I love Uno.
Then we played Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Yahtzee. DS3, the little scamp, rolled Yahtzees EVERY ROUND. By then, it was almost ten. DS3 was becoming Mr. Cranky Pants. They all laid in the bedroom floor and watched Shark Boy and Lava Girl. Then they watched Short Circuit (DS1 just finds that movie hilarious). I was up until about four because I couldn't sleep. I varied my time between finishing my final test for Contracts (which I scored a 100 on so I should be right at an A now), doing some research on a company for a friend, and playing on pogo.
Sunday, they kids were all up by 7. We had breakfast and did a few household chores. I sent the Neighbor Boy home about 10 because The Cop Magnet had left to go change his oil at his mom's house. He forgot his tool boxes. In my curler glory, the boys and I went over there to take him his two very heavy tool boxes. Found out my two year old neice from Nebraska was there. She and her mother flew in Friday and my BIL will be here at the end of this week. Then, of course, back home to finish getting ready for church. Church was at 2. We had six kids between the ages of 1 and 6. It was sheer madness. LOL
I tried to go to sleep last night about 10 but I still tossed and turned.
Tonight after I get back from my jog, I am going directly to bed after a big ole' dose of Tylenol PM. My hips are bothering me because of the drastic change in weather (getting into the 30s at night, now). I need some S L E E P.
I'll try to post the family photo my friend took of us on her couch.
Always remember to double check the email address...
A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier. Because of hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel plans.
So, the husband left Minnesota and flew to Florida on Thursday, with his wife flying down the following day. The husband checked into the hotel. There was a computer in his room, so he decided to send an email to his wife.
However, he accidentally left out one letter in her email address, and without realizing his error, sent the email.
Meanwhile, somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned home from her husband's funeral. He was a minister who was called home to glory following a heart attack. The widow decided to check her email expecting messages from relatives and friends.
After reading the first message, she screamed and fainted. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:
To: My loving wife Subject: I've arrived Date: April 6, 2006
I know you're surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now and you are allowed to send emails to your loved ones. I've just arrived and have been checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then. Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.
For those that don't know - it's a plug in for FireFox. It's kind of fun...think BlogExplosion but with all kinds of sites (not just blogs but you can do blogs...and I am trying to figure out how to add this site to it).
So I come across this site that is griping about some pro-life ads apparently airing on an SD network. They (the website) referred to pro-lifers as anti-choicers. Now...here's the kicker and I need someone to please oh please explain this to me.
The site had some kind of ad on it to send money to some charity to help save people...why is it that pro-choice people (see? I'm nice - I was going to say something else but I didn't). want to save the starving children of Africa and send all kinds of aide there...or they want you to donate to this or that charity to save the life of some third world baby but murder an unborn baby? You betcha! What the heck is the reasoning behind that one? I came very close to leaving a nice little comment because it was a blog...that said simply: Smile, your mother was ultimately pro-life.
For a site of pro-choicers, they sure don't push the other choices such as...oh I don't know, keeping your legs shut.......adoption.....raising your kid? Just a thought...but what do I know?
Thirteen Things on my husband's desk...why? Because I am sitting at his desk.
Lots of CDs...some are photo CDs from Walmart, I see a music CD, and there are some that I'm not really sure exactly what the heck it is...
Space Derby Kit. That was from Cub Scouts. It should have been done in July but DS1 decided he didn't want to participate.
Plastic cup full of pens...he's obsessed with ink pens. Mostly because they keep walking away from his desk never to be seen again. For the record, they don't end up in my purse.
My car title
Xopenex HFA instructions for DS3's inhaler.
Calculator
A pant leg
Numerous index cards with all kinds of crap written on them.
Checkbook
DS2's medication
Spiral Notebook
Paper galore
A very crappy and unscary movie called Silent Hill...yes it was crappy and it was so predictable that we laughed most of the way through it.
ATTENTION PARENTS: Your children will, at some point, injure themselves. Be it from rolling off the bed and hitting your floor (are you going to sue the manufacturer of the mattress?), slipping outside in the snow or rain (love to see you take that up with God), or even...gasp...a scraped knee at recess or a broken bone!! The horror! The agony! That's what they make HEALTH insurance for. Before people start emailing me with the, "What about those that can't afford health insurance for their kids?" get a SECOND job or apply for public assistance to insure your children are covered. You can't protect them for the rest of their little lives or they will grow up to be little pansies. You'll be speaking Arabic before you know it or have your head cut off because your kids will be too afraid to join the military because they might have to do something they couldn't do in school - be active!
ATTENTION SCHOOLS: Grow some cojones! You certainly have no problems telling parents when you think their children need special education even if they don't. Children need special education - it's called RECESS. Good gravy, what ever happened to teaching personal responsibility? Why not put up a sign that says, "Run at your own risk"?
This is almost as good as DS1's silent lunch room. Snort.
You know, I almost made a guideline but thought that, really in all honesty, I cannot really see this happening enough to justify one.
I just hope that the Masterpiece Theater guy tasted better as a dental implant (or made someone's walk more elegant as a hip implant) than the show was.
For some sick and twisted reason, I just cannot help but wonder which part of the body they took skin from because, I mean, if it was an open casket...it couldn't be the head or the hands. I also can't help but see Lorena Bobbitt involved.
1. What's the longest distance you've ever traveled?
By car...let's see...about 13 hours. That is the equivalent of going from Noble, Oklahoma to Biloxi, MS. That was done twice. Once was in July or August 2001 to see The Cop Magnet while down at Keesler for Tech School. The second time was with DS1 who was three at the time to pick up The Cop Magnet from Tech School.
2. What's the longest distance you've ever walked?
I don't know how far it was because I was only four. Big Baldy and I walked from our parents' house on one side of El Reno, OK to our great-grandmother's house on the other side of El Reno when our mother was stoned out of her gourd. I don't remember where dad was - with him there's no telling. Now that I think it over, it was probably about seven miles. It was dark out which is why it felt alot farther. My brother is five years older than me so he would have been about a year older than DS1. That's kind of scary to think about...a nine year old being responsible for his 4 year old sister's safety as you trek across town to a safe place to sleep. That was approximately...1981 or 1982.
3. How far away is the friend/relative who lives the longest distance from you?
My farthest blood relative is in Maryland. That would be my gay uncle. My farthest friend...well that would depend on the definition of the word friend. People that I actually know or people from online. People I actually know - that would be in Nebraska. People online would probably be someone in Rhode Island.
I need to make a guideline about myself. I am such an idiot. Those of you that have known me for several years are going to want to kick me. Remember the book I started working on before Overcoming the Battle of the Sexes? Yeah, that one...the really good one. The one that I've worked off and on and off and on for about three years. Since Overcoming the Battle of the Sexes was on the laptop I just assumed the other one was too. I started looking for it tonight to work on it. I can't find it. Why? Because it isn't there. It was on the hard drive of the desktop...you know, the one with the bad video card. The one that my husband wiped (after asking me if I had everything off of it and I said yes).
I am such an idiot. He can try to recover the hard drive but right now he just doesn't have the time to do it. So guess what...
Great, I've been tagged...that's not really a complaint. Just not so sure I like sharing my skeletons with a bunch of...well, what the h e double toothpicks - yall don't know me in real life (except for maybe one or two).
I don't know if I can narrow it down to five. I'll try though. Apparently, Margie thinks I have issues and should share...
1. I cannot stand to use a public restroom of any kind (i.e., rest stops, port-o-potty, and even most eating joints). We (my MIL, pastor's wife, and myself) went to a Sunday School conference Friday night and uh...we had to use the ladies room. I had to go but didn't. I sat through the entire drive home from Mustang to Noble...even through the casino traffic because I just could not bring myself to sit on it even though it was church folk. There is just something about thinking that pubic crabs might be able to pole-vault and I don't want to find out.
2. I must sleep on the left side of the bed. I cannot sleep on the right side of the bed. I mean that. I literally cannot sleep if I am on the right side of the bed....but if my husband isn't home or I am just taking a nap by myself, my body will be on the left side of the bed by my head will be on the pillow on the right.
3. While it doesn't bother me if the food on my plate touches each individual food, I will only eat one thing at a time. I just will not (cannot?) mix my fork with mashed potatoes if it already touched the meatloaf (or vice versa). It doesn't bother me to see other people do it...I just can't.
4. I must arrange books on a bookshelf according to height. I have to really, really control myself to leave my kids' bookshelves alone. I make them rearrange them about once a month just to sit everything back up as it should be.
5. If someone drinks after me, I can't drink out of the cup / bottle / container again unless they used their own straw. I don't even like my kids or husband to drink after me. It's disgusting.
Waiting drives me crazy...have I ever told you that? When you say you will be here at 5:15 PM to fix my gas meter, you should be here at 5:15. We should not call to hear, "We are on our way." I should not be calling two hours later (nor should The Cop Magnet) to find out what is going on only to be told you should be here sometimes before 11 PM. Five in the morning comes awfully early for some of us...that makes us a little cranky in the night time hours. The house is freezing and if I run the space heater, I blow a circuit if anything else on THIS side of the house (light, TV, doesn't matter...) is on. Oklahoma Natural Gas...you people stink (no pun intended with the whole gas and stink, really...I'm tired and I am sitting here babysitting a space heater, tucking six blankets around the kids, yes six, and rambling to you folks while I wait on their sorry tails).
72. You shall not barter your four year old child in exchange for a wedding dress.
I am really starting to think that the Guidelines for the Intellectually Challenged should be renamed to Guidelines for Idiotic Parents. That seems to be the over-all running theme.
If you can't afford a wedding dress, borrow something from a friend or go look around a Goodwill. Do not, under any circumstances, offer your child up as collateral. Why? Well aside from child labor laws, it's just plain bad parenting.
If there is one thing the stomach flu will do...it is keep you away from fat laden food. Why? Because it comes right back out! Oh, stop looking so grossed out. You know it does.
I didn't exercise Monday night or last night. Actually, I went to bed by eight last night and slept like a rock until 5:30 this morning. Now I feel pretty good.
Well, I just finished chapter 5 of The Total Money Makeover and it's time to wave goodbye to my "normal" friends...just like the book says. It's going to be a hard climb but if my brother could do it, so can we. We do not want to have the cookbook 52 ways to prepare Alpo and love it when we are old. We do not like living pay check to pay check. The good news is we have NO credit card debt (we've never believed in them). Do I know our running total for our debt snowball? No, but I will tonight. A lot of it is old medical bills.
The good news is that The Cop Magnet is on board even though he knows it is not going to be easy. He agrees...things have to change. We aren't rich by any means but there is no reason for us to be living pay check to pay check. We make enough to be comfortable and yet...we can't find it.
I've started setting up a baby budget and now I'll switch it to an allocated budget to make paying the bills easier with each check.
Anyone else following along with Dave Ramsey and ready to read about it until we're done?
Since Sunday night, DS1 and I have really loved being in the bathroom. Glad we got two of them! I came home early from work yesterday because I was so sick. Here it is Tuesday and we are both still sick. I gave him some Immodium but his stomach still hurts. I think after I run DS3 to school, that we are going back to sleep.
Why is it that if you do something nice for someone, even if you don't really care for them (like spend your last $25 to buy them groceries), they talk behind your back and wonder what your motive is?
I'll tell you what my motive is.. I don't want to stand in front of God on judgment day and have to answer to why I let someone go hungry that I could have helped.
One very good reason why you should brush your teeth and not lie to your mother... You see that spot there at the front of the tooth (toward his pinky) where it is all caved in? That was the cavity. Good thing it was a baby tooth.
71. You shall not use a battery powered toothbrush on an abscess.
If I've said it once (and I know I have...remember the Foreman grill?) then I've said it too many times: it sucks when you have to rat yourself out. It sucks to write a guideline and know that it is all about yourself.
The Cop Magnet always thought I threw things like a girl (imagine that)...at least until today. Apparently when I am provoked by pain, I have quite a good arm. Okay, so it probably isn't smart to throw things but it was just a reaction (albeit a severe one) to the excruciating pain that I felt.
I was just moving along...6:00 AM...got my hair put up in a pony tail. I was dressed in my jean skirt and yellow sweater. I even had my shoes on. The boys were cooperating as far as morning must-get-dones go. I decided to try out my brand new toothbrush...my new battery powered toothbrush. It is a lovely shade of pink with some white in it. Granted, it isn't some name brand expensive one. I got this one at Big Lots yesterday for a couple of dollars.
Okay, so I brushed the right side and things were going great. It was an odd sensation of having my whole head vibrating. Since I woke up relatively pain free I didn't even think about the abscess. I just went right to that side.
The Cop Magnet was just getting out of the shower (insert wolf whistle here) when he sees a toothbrush hurling at him (well not at HIM but just in his general direction). I can't really describe the sensation...other than SUCKY....okay, except for maybe stupid.
Okay, so that's way more than 13. I have...90 DVDs. Why so many? Well, because The Cop Magnet can't seem to pass up the $5 bin at Sprawl Mart.
I can't blame him. Last week, I was prowling through there...I found Girl, Interrupted. I bought it and finally watched it. I really enjoyed it. I think I read somewhere that it is based on a true story. If that's right, it is nice to read about another BPDer (borderline personality disorder) being able to live!
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Quickly, the abscess is back and I have to see an endodontist...filled one cavity and it hurts like the dickens. DS1 had a baby tooth pulled. I'll probably post a pic of it tonight. Show your children what happens when they lie about brushing their teeth, okay?
Anyway, I've pretty much been silent about the whole school shooting sprees lately. Enough is enough. DS1 came into my room Sunday night and woke me up crying. He had a nightmare that masked men broke in with guns. I finally got him calmed down and back in bed to sleep. I prayed with him and that seemed to help.
After the Amish school shooting and one district in our state being on lockdown because some guy fled from the cops and apparently tried to get in, we've instituted a NEWS ban in the house. If The Cop Magnet or myself wants some news, we go online and read it.
How much of a coward do you have to be to take over a ONE ROOM schoolhouse with little girls in it, only to kill five of them and then yourself? I know why he killed himself...because he knew the cops would OR the prisoners would. I mean, he's bad enough...
Do we really need a bunch of idiotic protesters proclaiming to be christians (and I use the term quite loosely in this state because the Bible says, "JUDGE NOT LEST YE BE JUDGED") now want to protest on the funerals of those poor little darling babies that were killed. Why? For revenge... Because it is now a "get him because he got me" kind of thing. Now who's the sicko? The idiot that killed those little girls or the morons protesting their funeral? To protest an Amish communities obvious tragedy stating that God allowed it to happen because of America's stance on homosexuality and because of what some other minister said about them? Okay, first off the GOVERNOR that opened his mouth is NOT Amish. So if you want to go protest someone, go bug him. Personally, if I was the people in morning or the Governor - I'd have a nice, big NO TRESPASSING sign and I'd call those big biker dudes...you trespass, I shoot you. You survive, I shoot you again.
God did not "allow" this to happen. Let me explain something to you that apparently THEY don't know and considering they are supposed to be "christians"...they should really know this very elementary theology that even my children understand. It applies to any doctrine if you believe in Jesus. I don't care if you are baptist, catholic, protestant, presbytarian, pentecostal, etc. etc. etc.
The angels were made to worship and glorify God. That is there job. That is what they are made to do. Consider a vacuum. You don't use it to wash your dishes. You wouldn't ask it to wash your dishes. Why? Because it can't do anything but vacuum the floor. So when God wanted fellowship, He didn't look to the angels (you don't as a vacuum to do your dishes). If your vacuum ever tried to do the dishes or run the house, you'd get rid of it (just like God cast out Lucifer when he decided to try and usurp God). Are you following me?
So, God made man and woman in His own image. He even gave us the ability (either good or bad) to think for ourselves. In short, we are free moral agents. We are free to choose. While Eve certainly made a bad decision (first she added to God's word...God never said that the fruit could never be touched...He said not to eat it) by eating the fruit. Adam didn't even question her...he made a big mistake too (some would argue an even bigger mistake but I'm not here to rant about that).
In short, God made us to FREELY choose to fellowship with Him. He doesn't force us to. We weren't made to just worship God. We CHOOSE whether or not to worship Him. We are, again, free moral agents.
So how dare they sit there and decide to protest saying God judged? Do they not know their Amish history? They ban people from their own for things a lot less severe than homosexuality so something tells me (and I'm not Amish and don't know anyone that is) that they aren't real keen on the whole "lying with mankind as with womankind...as it is an abomination" in the Bible. I don't see them accepting homosexuality quite as openly as a lot of baptists do.
I hate to even say they are baptists. I'm not baptist. I was raised baptist. I see some fundamental errors but that doesn't make the majority of them bad people. The only bad baptists I see right now are those morons.
Things like this convince me that Jesus is coming for His church very soon. I only hope God allows some of us to watch as He judges those.....those...things that are behaving as "moral" people. I am so glad I won't be in their shoes.
So this will be me tomorrow. I have to go back to the dentist. My BP is already up just from thinking about it. Granted, it isn't stroke level yet but it's sure trying to go there. So I bet you are wondering what on earth makes me so afraid of the dentist...because a lot of people have some small fear about going.
I went to the dentist the for the very first time at the age of 15. It was one of those low income clinics because neither of my dead beat parents worked. Now, I have no issue with the fact that the clinic existed as I know it served a great need. The doctors there were wonderful. So, I'm 15 and my final baby tooth hasn't fallen out yet. But the adult tooth has grown in front of it and is pushing the baby tooth backwards and up into the top of my mouth. So they give me the novacaine shots. I was okay there. Not only did they pull the tooth (that wasn't bad) they decided to fill a couple of cavities. So they gave me more novacaine (I talked like Elmer Fudd for a week I bet). They started drilling and the dentist told me that if it hurt to raise my hand and he would stop and give me more medication or what have you to make it better. It hurt...BAD. I raised my hand. That jerk yelled at me, "It does NOT hurt! You're just being a baby!" It was at that point that I slugged him. They had to bring in another dentist.
I didn't go back again until I was 19 and pregnant with DS1. I had a really bad cavity. This dentist was worse than the first (if you can believe it). He put the needle so far into my jaw that he CRACKED my jaw. I couldn't open my mouth for six weeks. Not the best thing to happen when you are pregnant.
I didn't go back until I started having trouble with this tooth. I went to see a dentist in AR. He was wonderful. He gave me lots of happy gas, listened when I said it hurt, and didn't complain even once when I puked on him from the stress of having a root canal.
A year later, I have to have another root canal on the same tooth (sorry but I don't have $500 for a crown). I asked them to just pull it and put in a spacer. Oh no, they must try to save the tooth. He was decent too.
Then I had my wisdom teeth extracted in March. Now I have this ratty little abscess under the root canal tooth. I took a week's worth of antibiotic and I told the dentist I want the stupid thing GONE. He said he'll have to look to see if he can pull it without breaking it. I told him I do NOT want another root canal.
Okay, I'm going to bed now. I am really stressing myself out.
Okay, so one of my affiliates is having a contest. The rep that sells the most Messengers of Faith dolls will win a free set. So - if you are in children's ministry go order some! LOL
So today was fairly interesting - if not just down right amusing. Then again, I tend to be amused fairly easily. So that's not saying too much. I went over to Family Dollar during my lunch hour to pick up a sketch pad for DS3 and a notebook for DS1. The guy in front of me kept asking how much his total was getting to before the cashier was finished. Then he decides to write a check. Then he questions why the cashier needs to see his driver's license. Then he wants to know why he has to sign the BACK of the check (apparently FD does the automatic draft out of your checking account now). Once he's all taken care of, it's my turn. I pay for my two little things and head on out to the car. The guy that was so worried had a handicap tag for his car. I thought at first maybe he was just pinching his pennies (which is all good). Then it dawned on me...the due is driving a Mercedes (brand new). No wonder he's shopping at the dollar store - he spends all his $$ on a car payment.
Okay, so maybe that wasn't so interesting.
I am starting a mini-challenge (six weeks) to try and get rid of the last eight pounds I'm holding on to. I am also starting a no fast food rush. Today was day one if you don't count the donut I had for breakfast. So before Turkey day, I should be down to a comfortable 115. For the record, don't send me comments talking about how skinny I already am. My hips are ten inches wider than my waist and the extra weight is very difficult for me to carry on my joints having lupus. My hips already pop like crazy and might have a pinched nerve to boot. :-p
Well, 5:30 comes awful early in the AM so I am headed to bed.
