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Slacker

Yes, I've been a slacker the last few days. I've been playing games again, plus I had my daughter and grandson here for a couple of days. It was very fun to play with Jordan and hold him, and give him back to my daughter when he cried. I will post another Jordan pic soon -- but right now I'm slacking... I haven't done Wictory Wednesday or anything. But here is another typoGenerator pic that really makes you think:

typoGenerator addiction

I made this on typoGenerator, a very addictive graphic and text generator. I've made a bzillion different graphic/ text combinations. Help me, I can't stop!

via meg and BrykMantra -- two of my favorite blogs

Gotta go, but look for more of these soon...

Ewwwwwwwwwww!

This dentist is keeping his license??? I can't imagine how it can be an option. I think he should lose his license, serve jail time, and be registered as a sex offender. I can't imagine that after knowing this that any normal person would trust this guy to do anything in their mouth. From the health and safety disease-consciousness aspect alone I have to wonder how they would allow this guy to keep his license. So much for gloves and masks.

via WorldNetDaily

Thinking cap

Like my hat? It's my blogging hat. I just had to have a special one. I made it all by myself. I hope it will help me hatch a few conspiracy theories. My pets are afraid of it. Come to think of it, I'll bet you are too. ;)

Misc.

I took the day off from my computer completely yesterday, following Pam's example. It was a nice change, and I was able to take a long nap and finish reading a book. I also watched a movie last night.

Christopher's hamster used it's last life yesterday morning. The cats finally killed it. :( It was sad, but the poor thing had quite a life in a house with cats. I think this was at least the 4th time they had actually caught the poor thing. Our hamster/gerbil days are over now until we have no more indoor cats.

Brother Stevens is dying. Last week he was sent to Memphis for surgery to remove cancer, but when he got there the (better) doctors in Memphis could see that there is nothing left of his liver. The really sad thing is that he's still in Memphis as far as I know. So he's alone and dying in Memphis. He is supposed to be sent back here, but so far it hasn't happened. I hope he makes it back here. It would be sad if he dies all alone in Memphis where he doesn't know anyone.

I have to go get shrink-wrapped today. After that I should be safe to unleash on the population for another 2 or 3 months. But seriously, I love my doctor. It's like visiting a friend . Too bad it costs $100 every time I talk to him, but he's worth it.

Captain Blunderpants

What do you think?

Who's the liar?

Hmmmm... I wonder who it could be... This is yet one more example of how many liberals are just against Bush, but really aren't "for" anything useful. If their ideas are so important, why don't they get those out instead of bashing Bush? The PantsOnFire-mobile, featuring a 12 ft tall President George W. Bush with his pants on fire. This "brilliant" scheme was hatched by Ben Cohen, the Ben & Jerry's ice cream guy as a way to get the message out about Bush's "lies". Whatever.

read the story on Talon News

Is it today?

I can't think very well. Last night, I realized that I did my Wictory Wednesday post on Tuesday. Was it Tuesday all day on Tuesday? I'm confused. I'm so out there that I'm scaring my husband. I don't want to do that, but what can I do? I'm not really worried. I'm sure I'll be okay eventually. So far that kind of logic has worked for me in the past. ;) Seriously, though. Something. Nothing. Ugh.

I got too hot again yesterday, and I really think that was the problem -- combined with sleep deprivation. I had to go all over town with Jason yesterday, after sleeping only 3 hours the night before (stayed up to late playing with PSP 7). When I got home I took a one hour nap before getting back in the car to drive the kids into town again for their youth meetings. I read the news and a few blogs last night before going to bed. I actually went to bed about 10:30 -- early for me. This morning I woke up as a zombie.

I have to take my whiny dog out to pee -- just a sec... I'm back. She just wanted to sniff around out there. Lying dog.

Anyway, I've got to call and have the AC dudes come out and service the heat pump today. It works up until the afternoon, and then it gets hot in here. Not too hot, but hot enough to make us all lazy and lifeless.

And I have to put on the witch hat today and make the kids help and do their chores, because they're not going to do what they're supposed to unless I make them, and they're certainly not going to volunteer to do anything that's not on their contract. Most of the time I prefer to clean stuff myself, but I can't always shovel at the rate that they mess things up. :P

Good Berger Pants Rants

I did a little surfing today. Enjoy!

Foolsblog: ... Sandy Berger may have a paper fetish or a bladder control issue... Can you imagine the frontpage banner headlines and outrage if this were Condaleeza Rice? She'd be sitting next to Martha on the bus to a mimimum security facility.

Alamo Nation: The Clinton Era gave us many scandals. White Water. Vince Foster's *ahem* 'death.' The Lewinsky Affair. Travelgate. Filegate. And now, almost four years since the Clintons left office - Pantsgate.

Blogs of War: Someone from the Clinton administration getting busted for putting something in their pants for a change. What a nice change of pace.

democrats give conservatives indigestion: It was always about pants
What was the fascination with pants in the Clinton administration? We went from Bill, who couldn't keep his zipped, to Hillary, the one who REALLY wore the pants in the White House. Now we find that Sandy Berger liked to stuff his with secret documents. Who was running the country all those years?

Random Thoughts: They think it's okay because they believe there are other copies of the documents. So, following that logic, if I worked at a bank and stuffed my clothes with $100 bills it wouldn't be wrong because there are more of them somewhere?

Girlie Men

Wictory Wednesday

Since Arnold brought it up, I thought I'd talk about "girlie men" too. I can think of two candidates in this election that would qualify as girlie men, at least in these photos.

They look like they're going to kiss at any moment. I can only view this from my own opinion, but I theorize that most Americans don't want to see this kind of PDA from two men. I feel secure in my belief that Bush and Cheney are not going to do this.

I don't know whether to be more disgusted about how the pictures look, or about how staged it probably is to get the gay/lesbian vote. But then everything John Kerry does is staged. No matter how many photos I see of him doing "manly things" -- riding bikes, skiing, hunting, diving, bowling (as if!), he always looks impeccably dressed with no hair out of place. That's not real life or real men. Real men don't get thousand dollar haircuts and get their nails manicured. It's pretty obvious to me that his looks and his photo-ops mean more to him than anything else. He doesn't really have a plan for this country. He isn't serious about anything except himself.

You know what? I'm going to have faith in the American people -- that enough of them will see what I see. After all, I doubt that many people enjoyed looking at this four years ago either:

Alien Al tries to suck out Tipper's soul!

Now I've completely spoiled your appetite. Sorry, this photo should be in a lock-box!

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This is my brain on summer...

My husband and I are seriously considering making a move way up north one of these years, as neither one of us can take the heat. My husband has this excessive sweating thing -- can't remember the medical name of it. Anyway, he sweats profusely. Hyperhydrosis, he says. Thanks, honey. Anyway, I don't have that problem. I just get sick and weak almost any hot day in the summer that I have to leave my meat locker and venture forth into the hot, cruel world. I have never been able to take the Arkansas summers, even when I moved here as a teenager. I get dehydrated and get heat exhaustion so easily.

Anyway, I had to take my daughter to the doctor today. She has had hives for a few days -- a completely new development. Anyway, I'll brag on myself a little -- I diagnosed it correctly. So anyway, I took Charity to get something to eat at Subway after I picked up her prescription, and I must have cooked my brain in the heat. First I couldn't find my check card, so I had to write a check. I stood there trying to write a check, and I couldn't remember the name of the restaurant, the day of the month, or even the month! Then I had to look at the amount 3 times. At least I remembered my name.

But I seriously don't know how many more years we can stand it here. Of course, Scott and I are both under 40 -- not old folks yet. But someday we may end up being the only old folks that migrate to a colder climate. Or I guess to be loyal to Arkansas that we love, we may have to get an RV and spend the summers up north and the rest of the year here.

Monday Madness

1. Do you prefer to be out in the sun or in the shade? Shade
2. Regarding the walls in your house, do you prefer neutral colors or bright colors? Neutral
3. When hanging pictures on your walls, do you like things symmetric or asymmetric? Both
4. How about where you'd like to live; country or city? Country
5. Your blog; Blogger, Blogdrive, Blog-City, or another one altogether? Used to be Blogger, but now I'm an MT Munuvian
6. Email; Yahoo, Hotmail, Gmail, or other? I have my ISP's email, plus I have a hotmail account.
7. Air conditioning or just a fan when it's hot at night? Both, because my husband has to have the fan, and I have to have the AC. Now we're both used to sleeping in a cold wind tunnel. ;)
8. Dinner; seafood or steak? It depends -- if I could have all I can eat cocktail shrimp -- I'd have shrimp.
9. Your all-time favorite music media; CD's, cassette tapes, or vinyl (or 8-tracks)? none of the above. I like mp3's so I can listen on my computer without having to keep up with cd's, etc.
10. When learning a new software program, do you find it easier to follow a book or an online tutorial? Online tutorial

The Best?

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We bought this DVD a few days ago, but were somewhat disappointed. Will Ferrell is usually very funny, but this DVD didn't quite live up to my expectations. There were about 3 very funny sketches in here, but IMO I don't think all of them were "the best of" quality sketches. We fast-forwarded through a few of them because they either weren't funny, or were a bit too raunchy for the whole family.

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The Chris Farley DVD was much better. I thought the selections were some of the better ones of his. I would have liked to see more of them, however.

Do you like my spiderweb rating system? I want to come up with something else, but these are the closest webdings that I could find to stars. If you're seeing quotation marks instead of spiderwebs, then you don't have the webdings font on your computer.

Me: A-Z

I picked this up at Otto's wonderful blog:

A ct your age?: Try to make me.
B orn on what day of the week?: Saturday.
C hore you hate?: Work.
D ad's name?: Eddie
E ssential makeup item?: Other than foundation to cover the eternal acne, I must use an eyelash curler. My eyelashes on my left eye want to curl under now for some maddening reason.
F avorite actor(s)?: I really try not to get too attached to any of them. I love movies, but a lot of these actors/actresses can't seem to stay out of liberal politics. It makes me so sick, that I have little or no resepect for most of them anymore. As sure as I say I like one of them they're going to open their mouth and say the STUPIDEST thing ever. It's Murphy's Law, you know.
G old or silver?: Silver.
H ometown?: Russellville, AR.
I nstruments you play?: I played violin for 6 years and piano for 2. I'm sure I can't play either anymore in a manner that would be enjoyable to the human nervous system.
J ob title?: Domestic Goddess.
K ids?: no thank you, I already have 5 -- Boy(18), Girl(17), Girl(14), Boy(12), Boy(10).
L iving arrangements?: Married to a wonderful man with whom I share 5 children, 3 dogs and 3 cats.
M um's name?: Cheryl
N eed?: a time-out
O vernight hospital stays?: No thank you. I've had several for babies, surgery, etc., not to mention all the countless times I was there with one of my kids -- mostly Jason and Ian. I don't like it there very much.
P hobias?: Here they are -- I even made some up.
Q uote you like?: "The truth is that parents are not really interrested in justice. They just want quiet." -- Bill Cosby
R eligious affiliation?: Latter-day Saint (LDS) also known as Mormon.
S iblings: one very pesky younger brother.
T ime you wake up?:Is it that time already? Left to my own devices, and if I get to bed before midnight, by 8 am, however I usually get up at 6:30 when my husband gets ready for work.
U nique talent?: I can shoot saliva out from under my tongue in a "fountain" -- a beautiful talent I developed in the sixth grade. It's an excellent thing to use on the back of the neck in front of you in science class.
V egetable you refuse to eat?: Peas, brussel sprouts, turnips -- I could go on and on.
W orst habit?: Procrastination.
X -rays you've had?: Is this question the only thing that you can ask with the letter X? OK, I really don't know -- dental, chest, arm.
Y ummy food you make?: I asked each of my family, and these are the top favorites: chicken & dumplings, quesadillas, Mexican casserole, haystacks, and pizza
Z oo animal you like?: I don't know -- they're all pretty smelly to me. But, I think the big cats are beautiful and the primates are entertaining.

Gotta Brag

From what I understand, one requirement of being a grandma is to bore people to tears by bragging and showing off the grandchild. Well, I wouldn't want to break the rules and get kicked out of the grandma club, so here is a fairly recent picture of Cassandra and baby Jordan semi-napping on my bed. Aren't they be-au-ti-ful? I think so, but I may be slightly biased.

Blathering on...

I spent too much time playing Big Fish Games today -- mostly Shape Shifter -- very addictive.

I went to a party for President Bush tonight at a friend's house. Anyone else out there go to one? Supposedly, there were 6,925 of them around the country. Anyway, it was fun. I enjoyed the conference call -- as much of it as I could hear. Anyway, I left with a really positive feeling about the election. Now that I'm back to blogging, I really need to get back on the ball with Wictory Wednesday again.

I conned the kids into helping me clean the house this afternoon before Scott came home by suggesting that we could trick thier father into believing that we had worked hard. ;) We just cleaned during King of the Hill and the Simpsons during commercials and got a lot done. It was so much faster, easier and less frustrating with their help than cleaning around them. Not to mention with their investment of time into cleaning, it didn't get too messed up while we were gone tonight. Now I just have to figure out how to get the two boys (12 and 10) to do their school work (homeschool).

Brother Stevens is going to be transferred down to Little Rock and have surgery on Tuesday. I'm glad he decided to do that. Before his second hospital stay, I guess he had decided to just go home and die, but now that he's back, he's willing to see it they can remove the cancer that's around his liver. I sure hope it goes well for him. I know he couldn't feel much worse than he does now.

Tomorrow I'm going to put foil on the top half of every west-facing window (over half the house) because it just gets too hot in here every afternoon. I hate living in a cave, but I'd rather live in the dark than be as hot as it's been the last few days.

Anyway, I have very little else to say tonight except how glad I am to be blogging again. I think I compare my dull little life to others' lives too much. I may not have an exciting life, but it is my life, and therefore it does have some meaning -- at least to me, LOL. I love blogs, and admire those who write often and share themselves with others. Thank you my bloggy friends! :)

P.S.

To the butthead who spammed my guestbook 20 times in a row: You're a butthead. Get a life. Learn English.

My son Jason is on his way to get me a Cola-Cola. ;)

buttheads, buttheads everywhere

What can I say -- they are out there and they're making me mad.

Besides the liberal appeaser buttheads like the "johns", there are plenty more out there to irritate me.

I tried to put an internet filter on my daughter's computer that has reporting. It's just a safety precaution. Anyway, I went to check and see if the reporting was working, and according to this wonderful (read: expensive) service, she has been to 0 websites the last 3 days. Thankfully, it was still in the free trial period, so I tried to cancel it. In order to do that, I waited on hold -- long distance. Forget that -- I emailed them. They'd better not charge us. Uninstalling the service was supposed to automatically cancel it, but a message popped up on the screen telling me I had to call. Oh, and when I tried to fill out the reason for cancelling -- I had a good mean rant going on why I was cancelling -- the screen didn't wait for me to finish typing and hit "send" before it rebooted the computer. RRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

So anyway, I've got to continue searching for a good, affordable solution to internet filtering for 3 kids to be online. So far, I haven't found anything that will do everything I want it to for 3 computers at a good price. If only buttheads didn't put crap all over the internet. It would save me a lot trouble.

Brother Stevens is going to have surgery soon. He has cancer in his abdomen around his liver -- that's really all I know. I'm not calling him a butthead, except for the fact that he still wants to go back to that rat-infested hell-hole he calls home. And there's nothing anyone can do about it -- believe me, I checked. He's going to die there. Alone. The only way to clean the place would be to burn it down. If only I could do that before he gets out of the hospital. But arson is illegal -- darn. Seriously, I wish I didn't care so much. But there is no way I can stand to go in there and help him. Sunday was almost more than I could bear -- just being in the doorway.

Okay, I'm not really as mad as I was. It's just been hot and frustrating around here. I thought I was going to have to call some ignorant buttheads about the AC yesterday, but it finally cooled off last night. Our AC (actually a heat pump -- whatever that is) can't keep up when it gets up around 100 degrees. So it ends up being hotter than usual inside on those days. So far, it's cool enough today. Knock on wood. I call the repairmen buttheads because whenever we've had problems "fixed" in the past, it doesn't matter who we call -- at least half the time they fix it -- it isn't. Know what I mean? I don't kinow what the problem is either when these things happen, but I sure as heck would if it were my job and people paid me to fix stuff.

Oh yeah, and I'm out of Coca-cola. Maybe the caffeine-withdrawl is making me see buttheads everywhere.

Monday Wednesday Madness

1. I like my job. Yes, especially since I don't have one.
2. I find time to 'smell the flowers' so to speak. True, as long as it's not too hot or there aren't any ticks or chiggers nearby. Oh, I see -- yes, I always take time to have fun, especially when I should be doing other things.
3. I have no problem thinking of things to write about in my blog. Yeah. Right. LOL.
4. 'Organization' is my middle name! I don't have a middle name -- seriously, but if I did, it would probably be "distracted" or "compulsive".
5. If 'Plan A' doesn't work, there's always a 'Plan B.' Nah, let's just forget it.
6. I adjust easily to new surroundings. NOT.
7. I'd rather work 'behind the scenes' than 'in the spotlight.' Usually true if I can't just get out of it altogether.
8. I'm happy where I am, at this point in my life. I may as well be happy while I'm here.
9. I can wake up in the morning without an alarm clock. Sure, because there are lots and lots of "helpers" to wake me up.
10. I can function pretty well on less than 8 hours of sleep. I never function pretty well, but when I do function -- it takes a lot of sleep.

My joy

It was my baby's birthday yesterday, and he is 10! I realized yesterday that he is halfway to 20 -- not a happy thought for me to have about my youngest child. He is truly my joy. There is some really special unexplainable connection between us. It's like we've known each other an eternity. I know it sounds kinda crazy, but that's how I feel about him.

I hope he had a good birthday, because being the youngest of 5 kids means that there are hardly any baby pictures, you hardly earn any stuff in cub scouts, and your birthday planning is nothing elaborate at all. Mom and dad have burned out.

He got his (unwrapped) present early. It was a cool remote control plane (that is already broken now -- sad). We took him out last night to Taco Bell, and picked up his friend to go to the movies. Garfield was the movie that he had planned for weeks to see on his birthday, but it was no longer playing. He was okay about seeing Spiderman 2. We invited his friend to spend the night -- only because I really love Christopher. ;) I've been ready to take his friend home since last night, LOL. His big sisters decorated the house while we were gone and made and decorated a cake for him. Yeah, I guess it was a good day for him. We have been really blessed with a good-natured, happy youngest son. He's always been extremely cute, snuggly, and extremely low maintanence. The kid sleeps! voluntarily! ;)

No Place Like Home?

Brother Stevens amazingly got to go home from the hospital yesterday. He's back in there today -- not at all a surprise. Sending him home was a really bad idea -- not sure why they did, but he refused to go to a nursing home. The sad fact is, he can no longer care for himself and live in his home. He will just die if he's left there.

His niece got him settled in his house yesterday -- She almost had to carry him in. She came back a couple of hours later to bring him dinner, and it was like an oven in there. When he had turned on the A/C, he had turned it on vent to bring in the hot outside air. If she hadn't gone back over there, he would have died. She got him cooled off and set his dinner out for him. We're sure he didn't eat any of it -- it all went to feed his dog and the large rodent population.

I went over this morning to take him to church. Actually, I went to check on him -- I had no intention of taking him because I knew he wouldn't be able. Anyway, I hadn't been able to get him to answer his phone all morning, so I almost expected the worst. When I went over there, the door wasn't even locked -- very unusual. He couldn't even talk, and he was lying on his couch in the clothes he'd worn the day before. When we finally woke him up, we couldn't even help him sit up. I called an ambulance and they took him back to the hospital.

Today was the first time I'd ever been inside his house. I hope I never go back in there. I've never experienced any place that disturbing and disgusting in my life, and I will probably have nightmares. I talked to him at the hospital today about it as nicely but as firmly as I could about how he deserved better, and that he needed to be somewhere where he could get people to help him. His niece feels the same way, but they may have to force him into a nursing home by doing a competency evaluation on him. All they'd have to do is look at what he wants to get back to -- they'd know he was unfit to make that kind of choice. I know it may sound mean, but there is just no way a human being should live the way he has, and there is no way anyone from home health is going to subject themselves to that kind of filth to come in and help him. They couldn't pay someone enough.

Sigh. Sometimes there are no easy answers. He would rather die than be in a nursing home, but that's exactly what will happen right away if he goes back home.

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