Sunday's Existence

I was up until 3am this morning.. that tied in with last night.. a woman's problem, ok? Do you really want more info? I think not. At any rate, it made sleeping impossible. I simply refuse to take medication for something like this. I never have. So, by the time I could actually sleep and stumbled into bed, my phone woke me up quite late into my Sunday. It was a friend of mine who told me Mr M and I should get down to the post to see this gentleman who would be there in a wheelchair. This gentleman, I adore. He's 84, I believe, and a Pearl Harbor survivor. We all prayed that he would make it through last winter so he could attend the anniversary of the Pearl Harbor attack. I think he knew it was the last one he would ever attend. Since he got back from Hawaii, his health has been steadily declining. His wife had long since passed on and recently, his only companion, his cat, also passed on. He wanted to come down to the Post today and see everyone. So, Mr M and I showered, dressed and got down there. To our dismay, he wasn't up to coming down. I'm not sure he ever will.

One of my friends went to see him and said he wasn't looking too good. He had no color. When I heard that, my heart fell away. I have been in this place before. It's not nice, a fact of life, most assuredly, but not nice.

I got the call while Mr M was in the shower and when I had to go in there and tell him why we had to go to the Post, it was hard to talk, so flooded was my soul with tears. Mr M knew who it was before I got the words out. This is a man I will sorely miss.

After learning that this friend would not be coming down, we hung around so Mr M could shoot in the pool tournament. He did pretty good. He came in second and won placement money, not a whole lot, but that wasn't the point. He had never placed before. He made some good shots. We left shortly thereafter and headed over to one of his favorite places, Taco Bell. *chuckle*

I never got done what I wanted to today, but that doesn't throw me off in the least. I have learned to adapt, compromise, overcome... damn.. I almost sound like a Marine. Hooah.

Yawn

What a day. I stayed up until 5 tis morning and then kinda bounced off the hallway walls and landed into bed with a thud. I must have gotten undressed 'cause I was nekky when I woke up this morning. Then, my feet hit the floor and they have only now stopped moving.

I started out with my usual workout and then took Daughter and kids to the department store. By the time we got back, I had enough time to change and Mr M and I zoomed off the bowling alley. More about that in a bit. Then when I got home I got the ribs all ready for Mr M to BBQ. While he was doing that, I was making colesaw. Oh, mylanta, I am so stuffed. I ate way too much. It was good though. I am currently babysitting the kids, well, they're in bed asleep by now. Daughter went out with her best friend to meet this guy Daughter has been talking to on the internet. He works at one of the local hospitals here. My stipulation for Daughter (yeah yeah she's 30 but she dang well better listen to me)was that she could not meet this guy alone, no alone time either and she had to have a friend or friends with her for the evening. I've met three or four men from the internet before, one of them I actually married. *smile* I have always been careful...except.. in this one case... and I kinda ended up...*wicked grin*...but then, you really don't want to hear about that now...

Bowling. I did horribly. I just couldn't concentrate. Mr M did wonderfully, for his first game. His first game he bowled a 230. The first 6 frames were all strikes. I told him he was begging to walk home and sleep outside in the hammock. His other two games were nothing to take home and brag about. *grin* I think half my problem was, I wasn't wearing my favorite shirt. I think I am going to test that theory next Saturday. Mr M signed up for summer leagues today. He asked me if I wanted to join and I declined. I want to spend more time simply working on my game. It'll be fun going to the alley and watch him bowl Thursday nights.

Tomorrow, much to do. I need to mow the grasses down around the property. Yep, it's Sunday and my day off, but I plug into my ipod shuffle, put on the headphones, fire up the lawn tractor and off I go, singing. At least I spare everyone's hearing. lol. It's also car washing day. I am so anal retentive about that car... oooooo, she corners at higher than shoulda speeds like a charm. Sweet. *cough* Y'all didn't read that, right? And if you did, you don't remember where.

Partner: Hope all is well at your end of the world.
GQS, I am glad all went well, but then, I knew it would.
E, I'm glad to see you're feeling better.. now give me those matches. You aren't allowed to have them. *mutters* He's always wanting to burn something.. or someone.
Em: Hope you are enjoying Greece. Not much to not enjoy.
Joy: I wanna come swim in yer pool. Mine looks all funny.
PITA: You and the hairy one fall off the face of the world?

Time for me to zonk.

Fireworks in April, Anyone?

I am trying my best to stay out of Daughter's and FB's drama. Sometimes, either of them or both of them make it impossible for me to do so. Mr M is about ready to blow a headbolt over tonight's drama. I got a call on my cell phone as we drove home from Daughter, who is all upset with the enstranged FB. When we pulled up in front of the house, Mr M looked at me in the car and told me he is about to let fly if this crap keeps up. He is afraid I will have a stroke, and not just another TIA like I had back last August and if I do, there will be no stopping him from climbing all over Daughter and FB.

When Daughter gets upset and emotional because FB has gone and done something totally stupid, she comes whining and crying to me. She wants me to make it better and I keep turning around and pushing it back in her lap to deal with. I tried to talk with her in a calm tone this evening and I was not getting anywhere and she certainly is not capable of seeing anything reationally or level-headedly. I finally told her she needs to go away from me, go calm down and think reasonable. I asked her to think how she was going to get her children from school if I can't do it. No answer. At this point and time, she wants me to take the kids to school and pick them up. Yes, I am willing to help those two with the kids, BUT I am NOT willing to be the sole source of the answer. I refuse to make it all easy for either of them. Daughter is going to need to compromise with FB and FB needs to get some smarts in his head. Daughter is a source of drama tonight. She found out FB transported Topper in a vehicle without a car seat and Topper, by law, needs to be in one. She and FB need to talk about this. She says she can't trust him and wants me to take and pick up the kids for the rest of the year. I have things in my life to do. I have unexpected appointments and sometimes, I have no choice over it. If I do not take the appointment then I may have to wait a couple of months or more to get another one. The biggest factor though is that she is 30 years old, they both are. They both are adults, they need to figure this out and compromise. Whether she believes me or not, this is NOT going to be the hardest compromise they/she will have to ever make.

Bless Troll's heart. Like I have said before, there isn't much he won't do for me and tonight is no exception. He worries about me having a stroke too. So, I have been told that when I get upset I am to end the talk, make her go away and let him know about it. He will deal with her. Easier said than done. Already tonight he has shut me down twice. So, where am I? Here, writing it all out and maybe later when the tylenol kicks in my headache will go away. Better yet, I'm going to finish this and go take a long shower and think on other things and if I am lucky, at all, the troops will come marching by and take my mind off stuff.

It's Friday? *blink*

Where did the week go? Heck, where have my days gone? It seems like I wake up and before I know it, my head is hitting the pillow again. My last thought last night was, as I thumped the pillow and settled in, 'Didn't I just do this?' It has been an insane week. Next week is going to prove no better and one would think I'd learn my lesson well and not stay up until the wee hours of the morning. I don't do it often but it sure does mess up my sense of routine.

FB has the fine hairs on the back of my neck standing up. My biggest pet peeve with him is his getting the children involved in his personal adult matters. The children need to be kept out of this crap. They need to be protected and cherished. But when he starts telling Pookie things to simply justify his actions or explain away Daughter's attitude over certain issues, then I start getting ticked off. Daughter has, upon occasion, done the same thing. I have jumped in the middle of her so fast, you couldn't have blinked for wanting. At least I can now say that she is making the visible effort to not do that with any of the kids.

I am taking Daughter down to the courthouse next week so she can pick up the legal paperwork needed to file for divorce. Oh yes.. and FB plans on marrying his 'little hootchie momma' or so I have heard. He is experiencing emotions and feelings he has never had before. Uh-huh. I could care less, just do so after the divorce. Not to mention, he'll be experiencing a whole new range of emotions once he moves in with her and starts to have to care for her 4 children and take care of his emotional, mentally scarred daughter as well. I simply arch a brow and move on to a different topic because if he was whining about about 'me' time with just his three kids, now add four more? Anyone want to join me in passing out crackers and cheese?

Weight training is coming along well. It's been about a month since I started the program. I can already see the start of my tummy flattening out. This really does give me added incentive to continue. I have two problem areas, as most women do, and to be actually able to see them start to shape up? Wow. My only big problem is finding some clothes that I currently have that will fit. Nothing is quite at the 'stand up and it falls off' stage, but it's getting there. My blood pressure is on the decline as well. Make it a combination of the added exercise regime and the fact that I stay out of the Post.

Speaking of which, Mr M and I decided that we're going down there tonight. They're having a Bring and Burn. You bring your own steak, BBQ it and for a donation, the Post throws in salad, baked potato and garlic bread. Tonight is the regular shuffleboard tournament. Mr M loves playing in it. I have a standing rule with the runner of the tournament. If she needs another person to round out the numbers (it's partner thing) then I'll step in. I get to step out if someone else shows up. It's shuffleboard using pucks that you slide across a surface with your hands. It's okay and I'm not half bad at it, it's just that I am not all that interested in the people who participate. Usually I sit there and chit-chat with the ladies, but all my ladies, for the most part, are MIA this weekend. I either shoot pool or watch the tournament. Don't think, I am not watching the dynamics down there as well. The rumor mill has been turning of late. Someone, somewhere, is going to do some 'investigating' for the cause *eye roll*. Hopefully, they'll be smart enugh to leave me alone. I haven't been down there since I got the car, but the funny thing is, if anything is going on down there, I'm the one behind it. Go figure.

Quote For The Day

Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past, so long as there is a wrong left unredressed on earth.
- Charles Kingsley (1819-75), British writer and clergyman.

The Golden Compass is a new movie coming out on Dec. 7th. I think we'll go see it for Christmas Eve. It looks cool. You can find your own deamon here as well. Here's Mine and he's awesome:





"Your profile reveals that you are:

Solitary, flexible, competitive,responsible and modest.

You are therefore matched with the Wolf Daemon."

Your deamon Alchaeonis one of 2795 wolf deamons within the total daemon population of 23542.

Alchaeon is a male Daemon, as human and deamon pairs are typically the opposite sex.

Moi? Secretive and Sulky? *grin*

What Mythical Creature Are You? Your Result: Griffin Loyal hardworking, winged beast, the fierce griffin is a trustworthy friend. One of the more famous creatures, you should be proud of scoring this. valued as a tough fighter, but also dextrous in the ways of the world. Will look to the light to know what to do. Can become sulky and secretive if left without guidance though.
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Not Bad For a Heathen, Eh?

You know the Bible 61%!

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Blessed Be

It's about time. CNN and MSNBC have both reported on it and the V.A. has also posted it.

It's about Freedom of Religion and not being denied basic civil rights. There will be many out there who don't agree with this. I'm sorry they feel that way. For some, it is because they have been brain-washed by a Hollywood's version and because scary stuff sells. Hollywood can't begin to take responsibility for their lack of knowledge. They simply fall back on the statement that they have no control what conclusions anyone preceives from their form of entertainment. Yeah, yeah. Bite me.

There are more service personnel who are Wiccans than many people would think. For these people, today is a good thing. Their spiritual beliefs can now be acknowledged and set into their headstones.

Sunday

Good Morning, World!

There's freshly baked banana bread, topped with a thinly drizzled icing, fresh hot coffee, eggs, bacon and freshly made (not previously frozen)hash browns, homemade biscuits and orange juice available in The Zoo's kitchen this morning.

Finally! The Sun has decided to grace us today. I wasn't sure until I went out and got the Sunday paper. Since today is my lazy day, after my workout, I might just mozy along and work in the side garden. I noticed I had a lot of roses blooming. My goal this year is to track down and buy a rosebush that has my favorite color of roses, purple. Mr M got the grass cut down over by my-soon-to-be new storage shed. I need to get his multitude of gadgets out of my gardening shed. I want to plant some stuff around this shed too,maybe add a bench and table. I also need to plot out the walkway from the shed to the back gate. So, I got lots of projects for this Spring and I am hoping we're getting some warmer weather so I can start crossing some of them off my list.

I need to make that shopping list for Troll so I can get that colesaw done for his BBQ. We're having pot roast for dinner tonight. Pookie and I are baking today, I think chocolate chip cookies are on the agenda or sugar cookies. We're not sure yet. Oh yeah, dang, I have to make a pound cake to go with those strawberries I got the other day. Strawberry shortcake for dessert. Now I'm off to go make those homemade biscuits to go with breakfast.

The Zoo

Ever think I just embellish things when I write about The Zoo? I was just on the stationery bike and looked over to my left and I saw the dog watching the cat that was watching the bird and the bird that was watching both of them. I'm telling you, every single animal that comes into this house is normal and sane, but somehow, The Zoo mutates them.

Speaking of the Zoo, did anyone on the East Coast see fireworks from the West earlier this afternoon? That was me, going off on Daughter. Must be something in the air. I have had enough and everyone within hearing distance, four-legged or two-legged were wise enough to disappear, except Daughter, who had me in her face.

Needless to say, tomorrow is Sunday and my day of rest. Nobody is going to bother me. Oh... Troll did call me and ask me if I would make some colesaw tomorrow for him to take to a going away BBQ party. I said yes. There's not much I won't do for Troll. I'll be so glad when he gets back tomorrow. He is my little piece of sanity.

Still got weights to lift. Yeah, I know, it's 10:49 pm here, so? I don't watch a clock, most times.

There Are Times and There Are Times---

Sirocco does this song justice imho. It's a beautiful song and gives me an edge to hang onto when I need it.


"You Raise Me Up"

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up... To more than I can be.

There is no life, no life without its hunger;
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
But then you come, and I am filled with wonder;
Sometimes I think, I glimpse eternity.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up... To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up... To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up... To more than I can be.

You raise me up... To more than I can be.

-Lyrics by Brendan Graham
-Music by Secret Garden's Rolf Lovland

My pirate name is:

Black Anne Flint

Like anyone confronted with the harshness of robbery on the high seas, you can be pessimistic at times. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!

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Stuffed

O.M.Goodess. Since we didn't go out for dinner last night, Mr M and I went out to dinner tonight. It was a good thing he picked Chinese. Tonight the parade of cars was happening aka, "Cool April Nights" (all vintage U.S. made cars, trucks, bikes, etc) and the town's streets are blocked off and in this case, right in front of our favorite steak house, Cattlemen's. So we went to our favorite Chinese place instead. We ordered sesame chicken, beef in orange sauce, sweet and sour chicken, pot stickers and chicken fried rice. We brought home leftovers. We always do. I am still stuffed.

I had to wash and clean the car. I know, I know. I just got her. But I live on a dirt road and by the time you get to my house, your vehicle is covered in a fine film of dust. It's suppose to rain this weekend so I wanted to get that stuff done. While I was at it, I figured I had better give Kiowa a bath. She looks purty now. I'm hoping to have some recent pics of her soon. Bubba is getting the next bath, but I have a feeling that's going to have to wait.

Troll is such a PITA. He just called me from Folsom to let me know that he was alone, no Daughter (Niece) and no kids. Butthead. He's been craving this week off work. I don't blame him. Besides, he rubs in how we up and left him with them and went to Reno. he keeps threatening to not come back. I keep telling him that I'll hunt him down like a dog if he tries it. He is not deserting this ship.

He got his bowling ball drilled and it's nice. So, next Saturday we're going bowling. We won't be bowling this Saturday. Mr M has an event to attend in uniform and then we have a birthday BBQ to go to in the evening. Sometime during the day, Pookie and I need to bake. Sunday is going to be my day off. Next week I have to take the kids to school or pick them up. Hectic week ahead.

Called DK, briefly. I was sure he was okay, but something said, "Call." So, I did. It was good to hear his voice. Short call. He needed a beauty nap. You know how it is when people get older, they tend to take naps during the day..

Quote For The Day

I find that it is not the circumstances in which we are placed, but the spirit in which we face them, that constitutes our comfort.
- Elizabeth T. King

Nice Thursday

Today Mr M and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary. Even though it was cloudy out, we had a good day. We went to see the Titanic exhibit at the Turtle Bay Museum. It was something else again. Read that to say: I'm speechless. They issue each person going into the exhibit a "boarding pass" for the Titanic. You are given a name of person who was onboard the Titanic. At the end of the exhibit, there was listing of those who survived and those who perished.

Mr M was the Rev. John Harper, age 28, from Denmark Hill, Surrey, England. He was accompanied by Nina Harper (his daughter, age 6) and his cousin, Miss Jessie Leitch. They traveled 2nd class and were traveling to Chicago, Illinois. Their reason for traveling was that the Rev. Harper was on his way to Chicago to being a series of revival meetings at the Moody church located on West Chicago and LaSalle Ave. Rev. Harper had preached at the Moody Church in Dec. of 1911. He had been so popular that the Church asked him to return in the spring. The good Rev. and his daughter perished on the Titanic. (Mr. M forgot to check on the cousin)

Troll was Mr. Richard Norris Williams II, age 21, from Geneva, Switzerland. He was accompanied by his father, Charles Duane Williams. They travled 1st class and were traveling Radnor, Pennsylvania. Their reason for traveling was that they were returning to his family's home in Pennsylvania. Mr. Willams was an accompished tennis player and had planned to take part in tournaments in America before going on to study at Harvard University. Mr Williams survived the Titanic. (Troll forgot to check the father)

I was Mrs. Walter H. Corbett (aka Irene Colvin), age 30 from Provo, Utah. I was traveling alone and traveling 2nd class. I was returning home to Provo, Utah after studying nursing in England. I was the daughter of Mormom Bishop Levi Colvin. I was studying medcine in London. I was returning to Utah to be with my three children. Before boarding the Titanic, I wrote a letter home, saying that some Mormon Elders were also joining me on the ship. I perished aboard the Titanic.

I learned quite a bit of fascnating facts about the people aboard the Titanic that made them seem so real to me. The Titanic became real to me. It was amazing how preserved some of the artifacts recovered were. No artifacts were lifted from the Titanic itself. It is a memorial. All the artifacts collected (there were quite a few and are placed around the world on exhibit)have been collected from the surrounding area of the Titanic. Paper items were even salvaged. Amazing.

After that, we walked across the Sundial bridge but I decided to save the gardens for another time. Probably more toward the summer when the flowers and gardens are blooming. Mr M, Troll and I then went to Applebee's for a late lunch. Mr M and I thought about going out to dinner, but we were so full from the late lunch we decided to save it for another time.

Pookie and Topper are spending the night with their dad and Daughter was out all day with her friend so it was nice to come home to an empty house. Sprout was in school and he had a night class. I even built a fire and it is cozy right about now. For the rest of the evening I'm going to curl up in my chair, watch the fire and read my book. Reality comes knocking tomorrow...again.

Yo Pita!

Thanks for the shout out yesterday. But let me tell ya... iffin' yer wantin' a meatloaf, yer better off waiting until you pass through NC again. *grin* My priorites say I got other appetites to feed. You know I only have eyes..hands..whateva.... for another. Dang.... that kinda sounds like a song I know... Oh yeah.. and pet the hairy one for me. hehehe

At The End Of The Day

Well, my day started as a SNAFU. Mr M called our insurance company and that was about the only thing that went right in the morning. He called the finance company and the finance guy quoted Mr M as a 72 month financing in the beginning, but this morning it was only 60 months. Oh, the finance guy dropped the APR *eye roll*. So, we went back to our saleman who sent our stuff to GMAC and got us a even lower APR, with a higher extended warranty and the final monthy payments was only about $10.00 more per month. We took the GMAC financing and told our original finance company thank you but no thank you. Mr M was polite, but he really wanted to be not so polite. But he has learned over the years not to burn his bridges behind him. So, I drove off with my baby around 1:30 this afternoon. She drives, corners, like a dream.

I haven't had the car even 24 hours and I have already had a city cop tailing me. *grin* I was behaving. My daughter was freaking. I parked the car in the grocery store parking lot and the cop disappeared.

Mr M and I went down to the Post tonight. There was a potluck to celebrate Cool April Nights and Mr M wanted in on the dart tournament. On our way in, some little teenage girlie girl and her 3 girlettes in a jeep decided they wanted from the far left lane to the far right and darn near hit my baby. Good thing they didn't. I would have hunted their little teenage arses down and probably ended up in jail for assault. Good thing I am vigilant.

Long day. I'm beat. I have my baby. Da`Shroom is a happy shroom. *nodnodnod*

Meet Da`Shroom's New Car

I am getting a Pontiac G5 Coupe for an anniversary present. What you see, is exactly what I'm getting. What you don't really see too well is the spoiler on the back. I even got XM radio for three months for free. Depending on what it costs me per month, I may keep it. What else you can't tell is that it's a metallic burgandy red. I pick up my baby tomorrow.

Ooooooo Baby! *Grins*

I'm a Chevrolet Corvette!

You're a classic - powerful, athletic, and competitive. You're all about winning the race and getting the job done. While you have a practical everyday side, you get wild when anyone pushes your pedal. You hate to lose, but you hardly ever do.

Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

So.....

My daily fortune
"Someone thinks you are very special and lets you know it."

Soooo, someone let me know when that happens, will ya? I might miss it with cucumber slices on my eyes. *snicker*

What A Monday

My day started off rather....interesting. It actually started at 4:30am. No elaboration there. I was up at 8:00am. The refrigerator repair man was due at 9am and Daughter and I were getting our nails done at 9:30am. THAT was the best part of the day. Here it is 1317hrs and I have a headache the size of Montanta.

Refrigerator repair was easy enough, replace the fan, not the compressor. He only charged us for the parts because he had come out just after we got back from Reno and the refrigerator seemed to be acting fine, when actually, the fan was on the breakdown. Got to love living in a small town.

The little snag I mentioned a few days ago? Well, it's been resolved if my understanding is correct and on Thursday, yours truly is going car hunting. Yes, siree, Momma is finally getting HER car. You can bet I'm driving that beauty to Las Vegas instead of the huge truck! I get to pick out the car. I love walking into a dealership with a pre-approved loan. I'm either going to get what I want at the price I want or "see ya". It's a matter of.. this is what I want to spend out the door, this is the car I want, make it happen or I'm going elsewhere. I'm not sure what make I want exactly. I have a few in mind though. It definitely has to be good on gas mileage and much better than the truck.

Politics and truth-ARUUUUUUGH!!! This is the basis of my headache. I have spent the last couple of hours unraveling the truth or rather, trying to get to the truth. *sigh* Someone, one of the Auxiliary members, and a good friend of mine, got something all screwed up so by the time it got to me (third hand) it was a mess. Actually the friend got it all mixed up so what she had told someone else, before it got to me, was wrong from the start. This friend, is a little slow and the lady that had spoken in the first place, talks very fast and my friend, gets lost easily. In either case, the stuff got all mixed up wrong and has ticked off a Post member (who it was supposedly about) and come to find out, he wasn't even mentioned in the first place. Oh he went on this drunken rage and was talking about getting an attorney. Oh please, the attorney would tell him he doesn't have a leg to stand on because it is all heresay. It doesn't stop this man from throwing out threats. He does that real well, especially when he's drunk. It never fails to amaze me how many people actually take what he says as truth. No one thinks to go find out for themselves, unless you're the mushroom. *grin* I always make it a point to go find out for myself, especially when dealing with this guy. So, I finally got it straight from the source and it wasn't even anything near what got said to me.

I am so glad I am getting out of this crap. I am doing my last newsletter next month. I have until July 1st to serve as Jr. Vice. and I have to hold on to my trusteeship until the meeting day comes up where we have the numbers and I can resign and vote in the person we'd like to see have the position. My blood pressure is just through the roof and I don't want to have to increase my blood pressure meds again. I am so tired of drunken rages aimed at my ladies. I am so tired of soon-to-be-presidents being a puppet to the drunk, overbearing, power hungry, sob who can't keep his nose out of where it doesn't belong and all because he is so afraid that the women are trying to take over the Post. Now I ask you, what woman in her right mind wants that job? None that I know of. Cheez. Gimme a break.

So now I'm going to go take an aspirin or two and try to get rid of this headache.

Nerd Type?

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Good Day To Ya

I have my creative side chomping at the bit to get a voice and I have yet been able to sit down long enough to write. Pookie and I are going to be baking today. She wants cookies or brownies but I have some bananas that need using up so it's going to be banana nut bread instead. It goes great with coffee.

In the meantime, for those of you who are friended on MySpace with me, I found this inspirational song by Sirocco that I uploaded a bit ago to my profile. I rather like it. Check it out when you have time.

Time's up... someone's hollering for my attention and it's my Sunday! *sigh*

PS... PITA! What the sam did you do to your blog? *shakes her head with another sigh*

Rainy Saturday

Well, Mr M survived Friday the 13th once again. He had a funeral this morning so that meant getting up early and hauling him down there. While he was away doing that, I went and got my hair cut. My hairdresser (who has been so for about 13 years now) says I now look like a sassy red-head. *grin* She made the mistake of calling me cute. Twice. She knows how I feel about that. A 50 year old woman is not cute. Cute is for fluffly bunnies, babies and puppies. So she tried to make me feel better by calling me a sassy red-head. Too late. I have to admit, the cut does make me look sassy, but then, I already had a sassy mouth.

No bowling today. The alley was busy with something else. We could have gone to the other alley in town,but we didn't feel like going there. Mr M couldn't bowl again, his back is still bothering him. Hopefully next week, but Troll won't be here. Troll will be in Folsom for a wedding. He's hoping to get his new bowling ball drilled this week before he leaves. At any rate, Troll highjacked me to the movies to see "Pathfinder". He was not going home after we found out no bowling. Apparently Daughter and the kids were getting on his nerves.

Pathfinder was okay. I sure got to see what kind of vicious beasts the Vikings were. I never realized, if this movie is to be believed. It dealt with the Vikings coming to America to take over the land. They wanted to wipe out all Native Americans before they (Vikings) occupied it. I learned a few "new tricks" for combat in writing. I hope I remember them.

Speaking of writing, I am well pleased with myself today. Finally I was able to sit down and roll off two parts for Camelot's history. Now if I can just figure where next to go with it. I think it can and will provide some background material in regards to day-to-day life in Camelot, at least for now. I've submitted the two parts I did do, to the list. Nothing else comes to my mind yet, well, at least nothing solid. Something is forming in my gray matter in regards to Talisman's current story, but it'll have to wait until tomorrow because my mind, has taken another turn and I can't seem to focus on anything else at the moment. Hopefully, tomorrow I can get something else done for Talisman.

There's something else cooking in my imagination something not for public consumption. It just hasn't wanted me to write it yet, so, that will have to stay on the back burner for now. This is a new for me, because writing for me is liking breathing, everything I feel, everything that touches me, good, bad, or anything else. But this...this... is... *soft smile*

That's my Saturday.

Even More?

*sigh* Got a letter in the mail from my primary doctor. She's requested a referral for Mather. If they can't do the test, I'll need to find a civilian doctor who can. I am so hoping for Mather. So far, they've handled my stuff, so here's to crossed fingers. No, I don't want to talk about the test. I refuse to borrow trouble and I have enough crap on my plate without going into this.... if it pans out to be nothing, I'll let people know. If it pans out into something, I'll let people know, until then, just..... pray for my good health, will ya?

Whew!

A friend of mine posted this on his blog. Be forewarned. Be prepared. Watch it all the way through. If it doesn't grip you by the throat or bring tears to your eyes, then I feel sorry for you.

As another friend stated to me a little while ago....

"Honor, duty, devotion, courage...none of these things means more than the greatness of the individual if we don't have proper strategy."

How Is Your Friday the 13th?

Mine has started off with a smile. I got up late for me, 7:30 and hit the shower, where I indulged myself for a half hour. Then the usual... fire up the email, coffee, etc... except... *slow smile* as I sat at the computer, I glanced over and absentmindedly picking up my coffee cup, I reached for something that is usually on my person or near it. I found something there that, when I opened it up, brought a smile to my face and a warmth to my heart... small unexpected things, simple things, are so endearing... and their worth? Immeasureable. To me.

Still no word on Mr M's tests. He has to call the clinic today and make arrangements to pick up his CPAP machine. I am hoping it will help with his sleeping. He has sleep apena.

Started working on something yesterday, hit a snag but Mr M is going to talk to some people today and, well, we'll see. If it pans out, I'll get back to y'all with the info.

Mr M does not like Friday the 13th. It was a day he got shot down in a helicopter in VietNam. So, he treads cautiously whenever there is a Friday the 13th.


On the other hand, it's always been one of my lucky days... *smile* in more ways than one. Buzz Buzz.

DK, you continue to surprise me, much to my delight. Thank you.

Smile

This morning I got up and fired up my email as I always do before padding over to fix myself a cup of coffee. Ask me if I care that my hair is going in seven different directions all at the same time or that I happen to be wearing this overly large shirt and a pair of striped lounging pants because I went to bed bloody well cold last night. (what the hell is up with that? It's April. Hello. Warmer weather, now, please!) My mind is in several directions at once, as most of you who know me well, would figure it to be.

So, steaming cup of coffee in hand, the smell of french vanilla wafting from it, I plop myself down at the computer and go straight to a folder that shows I have an email from someone (yes, I have my email sort my mail into folders). I grin as I read. Not smile, it's more than a smile. I truly needed that. Thank you, DK. As always, you made my day and took me, even for a brief moment, outside of the current flow. If I haven't said it before, I appreciate you so much!!

Now it's off to face the rest of the world, my world.

Here We Go Again

Took Mr M to Sacramento (Mather)to have a test done. One test turned into a few. They're trying to eliminate the cause as tumors. Now we wait. I hate waiting.

A Lesson To Remember

Back in September of 2005, on the first day of school, Martha Cothren, a social studies school teacher at Robinson High School in Little Rock, did something not to be forgotten.

On the first day of school, with permission of the school superintendent, the principal and the building supervisor, she took all of the desks out of the classroom.

The kids came into first period and there were no desks. They obviously looked around and said, "Ms. Cothren, where's our desk?" And she said, "You can't have a desk until you tell me how you earn them."

They thought, "Well, maybe it's our grades."

"No," she said.

"Maybe it's our behavior."

And she told them, "No, it's not even your behavior."

And so they came and went in the first period, still no desks in the classroom. Second period, same thing, third period too. By early afternoon television news crews had gathered in Ms. Cothren's class to find out about this crazy teacher who had taken all the desks out of the classroom.

The last period of the day, Martha Cothren gathered her class. They were at this time sitting on the floor around the sides of the room. And she says, "Throughout the day no one has really understood how you earn the desks that sit in this classroom ordinarily." She said, "Now I'm going to tell you."

Martha Cothren went over to the door of her classroom and opened it, and as she did 27 U.S. veterans, wearing their uniforms, walked into that classroom, each one carrying a school desk. And they placed those school desks in rows, and then they stood along the wall. And by the time they had finished placing those desks, those kids, for the first time I think perhaps in their lives, understood how they earned those desks.

Martha said, "You don't have to earn those desks. These guys did it for you. They put them out there for you, but it's up to you to sit here responsibly to learn, to be good students and good citizens, because they paid a price for you to have that desk, and don't ever forget it."

Friends, I think sometimes we forget that the freedoms that we have are freedoms not because of celebrities. The freedoms are because of ordinary people who did extraordinary things, who loved this country more than life itself, and who not only earned a school desk for a kid at the Robinson High School in Little Rock, but who earned a seat for you and me to enjoy this great land we call home, this wonderful nation that we better love enough to protect and preserve with the kind of conservative, solid values and principles that made us
a great nation.

"We live in the Land of the Free because of the brave."

Please remember our Troops!

Oh Yes, I Did!

Saturday afternoon Troll and I went bowling. Mr M couldn't go because he hurt his back Friday night. He was not a happy camper.

I am happy to report (as in see Snoppy dance) that I have redeemed myself. I whopped the darnation out of Troll, who had been teasing me mercilessly until we got to the bowling alley. I bowled my first ever turkey. I always seem to choke up after a double. Not only did I bowl three strikes (the turkey) in a row, I bowled another one right behind it. I would have gotten a 5th but Troll jinxed me *grin* I bowled my best games ever, on Saturday, a 124, 126, 188 and a 126. I was so on my game and yes, I am well pleased with myself. Now to see if I can keep that next Saturday. I really did wish that Mr M had been there to see my games. Oh well, next time.

After bowling I took Troll out to eat at Red Robin. Usually I have their chicken tender salad which I love but since I hadn't eaten all day, I chose my favorite, which is a sauted mushroom burger. Man, every time we eat there I come away stuffed to the max. Then I proceeded to burn it all off with my exercise program, which now includes the weight training center in the garage.

Sunday was quiet. I cooked dinner which included a slow baked ham with a honey glaze, mashed potatoes (and rice-Troll has to have his rice), peas and homemade vanilla ice cream for dessert. Yum.

Today is Sprout's 23 birthday. He gets whatever he wants for dinner. So dinner tonight is grilled steaks, mashed potatoes and corn. We all usually don't do cake and ice cream so I'll probably bake brownies to go with that homemade vanilla ice cream. Yours truly will skip the brownie but I have to have a small scoop of that vanilla ice cream.

Well, I'm off to take Mr M to the Veterans' Clinic to have his tailbone checked. A chair collapsed on him Friday night while he was in it. I also have some tests to do at the lab.

Quote For The Day

Man's greatest actions are performed in minor struggles. Life, misfortune, isolation, abandonment and poverty are battlefields which have their heroes - obscure heroes who are at times greater than illustrious heroes.
- Victor Hugo

Couldn't Help It

Your results:
You are Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command)
Dependable and trustworthy.
You love your significant other and
you are a tough cookie when in a conflict.



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Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command)

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Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic)

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Wash (Ship Pilot)

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Malcolm Reynolds (Captain)

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65%
Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic)

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60%
Jayne Cobb (Mercenary)

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50%
Alliance

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Derrial Book (Shepherd)

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River (Stowaway)

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Inara Serra (Companion)

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A Reaver (Cannibal)

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Yesterday's Election

You know, I would feel better about being ousted if it had been done honorably. This was not the case. The newly elected president went out of her way to recruit new members, bring others back into the fold, because she knew she didn't have the numbers otherwise to get elected. And the man behind her? The one manipulating her? I admire his ruthlessness in how he went about getting his way, but I have no respect for him whatsoever. He is a man who is so insecure that he has to control every little facet of the Post, including the women. Where this man goes wrong? He doesn't play chess. He doesn't look several moves ahead, all he sees is what is in front of him, right now and that is his downfall. I know he's also looking for some sort of gut reaction from me. He isn't going to get it.

I watch, I listen and I assess.

This One Is Pretty Close

Your Birthdate: February 15

You take life as it is, and you find happiness in a variety of things. You tend to be close to family and friends. But it's hard to get into your inner circle. Making the little things wonderful is important to you, and you probably have an inviting home. You seek harmony with others, but occasionally you have a very stubborn streak. Your strength: Your intense optimism Your weakness: You shy away from exploring your talents Your power color: Jade Your power symbol: Flower Your power month: June

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Let's Try This One

Well, I'll let those who know decide which is me. *shakes her head in amusement*

Your love is... by ChibiMarronchan
Your name is...
Your kiss is...	mysterious
Your hugs are...	friendly
Your eyes...	sparkle like the stars
Your touch is...	irresistable
Your smell is...	refreshing
Your smile is...	amazing
Your love is...	eternal

ARUGH! Stop The Madness!

Joy, this is all your fault! I want to know who comes up with these answers. It's a good thing I take them all with a grain of salt. And my eyes burn into whose heart? *those same eyes narrow* *mutter* Give me a break....

Your love is... by ChibiMarronchan
Your name is...
Your kiss is...	breath taking
Your hugs are...	warm
Your eyes...	burn into my heart
Your touch is...	irresistable
Your smell is...	exotic
Your smile is...	encouraging
Your love is...	unique

Who Comes Up With These Answers Anyway?

Your Hidden Talent

You have the power to persuade and influence others. You're the type of person who can turn a whole room around. The potential for great leadership is there, as long as you don't abuse it. Always remember, you have a lot more power over people than you might think!

What's Your Hidden Talent?

NOT A WORD!

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Daddy's Poem

(Every dad should have his 'little girl' feel this way about him)

Her hair was up in a pony tail,
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
And she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
A dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called
A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
A man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?"
She heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one,"
Another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,
As she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.

"Cause my daddy's always with me,
Even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
He'll forever be in my heart"

With that, her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
But heaven's just too far.

You see he was a policeman
And died just this past year
When airplanes hit the towers
And taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes,
And saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy,"
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.

They say it takes a minute to find a special
person, an hour to appreciate them,
a day to love them, but then an entire
life to forget them.

Gotta Love It

Politics, that is. Well, all the old officers(myself included), except for the current President, got ousted, she got my position of Jr. Vice. I could feel it when I went into the meeting. I could feel it when it came time to vote. Sandy refused to nominate me for Sr. Vice because she also saw the lay of the land and didn't want to put me through that. I appreciated that. I could see in one of the women's faces that she just wanted me to get nominated so "they" could humilate me by voting in one of their crowd. They didn't get that opportunity. I did move up from the 3rd year trustee to 2nd year. They couldn't do a damn thing about that, but I'm resigning my position at the next meeting anyway. I'm also seriously contemplating resigning from the position of editor of the newsletter. It isn't a matter of sour grapes, I just know these women. They are not going to give me articles every month and so why should I pull out my hair trying to get it done every month. Resigning from the trustee position is so that I don't get caught up the forthcoming cluster f--- yeah, that. Ever have one of those feelings where you can see the writing on the wall? Easily, I can see it now. This Auxiliary is going to go to hell in hand basket. The "Big Dog" needed to find a way of controling the Auxiliary and now he has. I do not need the stress. I have other priorities in my life for the next two years. I want to concentrate on my health, my body image and a host of other things. By eliminating this stress, I can do that. Big Dog wants to put his women in place? Fine, then let them do the work to support the Auxiliary.

I did accept the nomination to be a delegate for our District meeting in May. We're voting in officers for District. I also accepted the nomination to be delegate for Department Convention at the end of June. That's held in Sacramento. The chain goes: Auxiliary, District, Department, and National. I took the nomination and there was no dispute about the nomination. I see how they all are. Their instructions were to take out all current officers, period. They did the Dog good. Anything else, they didn't give a damn about.

So there ya go.. I got my freedom... ain't it sweet.

Another Sigh

I'm sitting here at my desk, having caught up on my correspondence, debating doing the download work for the business I have yet to accomplish or merely call it a night and snuggle up with my book until I get sleepy. In the meantime, my thoughts keep turning toward tomorrow. Yes, the Auxiliary Meeting, the election of Officers, 2pm PDT, the day I have been dreading for weeks now. The Ladies have been at odds. There are those who are for me and those who are for J.R. I am so weary of it all. I just want it done and over with, by the same token I just don't want it at all. I have to go. I have to be there. If they don't elect me as President then I need to be available for the Sr. Vice office. I'm already a two year Trustee. That means I do audits on the books every three months. Would you believe me if I told you my stomach, even now is in knots? The drama that is going to play out tomorrow.. just the thought of it.. makes my stomach tighten into a painful ball. I wish there was something that would make it all go away without having to walk through this muck, but.. I can't think of anything. Right now, I'd give anything to just bury my head against a hard chest, close my eyes and wish it all away, inside of two arms wound around me tightly... but that's not going to happen.. I have to walk throught this crap and I just keep telling myself... it will be over after tomorrow.. for another year. I can do this. I have to do this. Dammit.

You Know It's Going To Be One Of Those Days...

..when you reach into the console of the truck and pick up a leaking pen AND you're wearing a white blouse. Ha! I didn't get any of it on my blouse. How I managed that is anyone's guess. It's a good thing I have a sense of humor or at least, a sense of self sarcasm. *grin*

Mr M is up and about today. He actaully ate something solid last night and kept it down. This stomach bug seems to last about three or four days. He actually has some color back.

Topper is seems to be doing okay as well but Daughter is not going to take any chances. That boy, regardless of what he wants to eat is going to eat soft bland stuff for another day or two.

Both grandkids are chomping at the bit with nothing to do. I've already growled at Daughter today to take them outside and do something with them. I could, but I want her to quit leaning on me so much or depending on me to do things with and for her kids.

DK made me laugh this morning. I was already in a good mood, but that just sprinkled a little more sunshine into my day. As I'm writing this, I still have a smile on my face. I just adore DK's sense of humor. If nothing else, DK makes me blink and then laugh, because sometimes, I just don't have a come back. DK always manages to stay one step ahead of me and definitely keeps me on my toes.

Have a good Tuesday, People...

O..M..Goodness

Daughter is looking at apartments... *blink* Was it something I said? Does this mean.. she really does listen to me? It just doesn't go in one ear and out the other? If I hold my breath until I turn blue, will it really happen? Maybe I should try it.

The Zoo Flu

At three this morning I was awakened by a sound all mommies recognize. The sound of someone worshipping the porcelain goddess. This time, it was Topper, bless his wee heart. I got up and poked my head in the front bathroom door and then went to get Daughter, who was just getting up, having heard the lad herself. Between the two of us, we got the boy settled back down as best we could. I had to pull out extra bedding and such but I still didn't fall back asleep until around 5am and got up late for me, around 9am. Daughter looks rough around the edges. She is like her father, she needs her sleep. I, on the other hand, can function on as little as a couple of hours and catching a power nap some time during the day.

(as a side note: that's how I know I can keep up with DK-DK to be explained elsewhere-despite the reference to my advancing age and need for sleep*eye roll*)

Mr M is still not awake so I can't judge his current state although when he surfaced last night, he still looked a little green around the gills.

Pookie got on the honor roll. She has a "B" average and her reading skill is at a 4.8-5.(something) level. She's a smart little cookie. I'm hoping she and I can fit in baking cookies this week, chocolate chip, our favorite. We don't do those ready made things. I'm teaching her to cook from scratch. Speaking of Pookie, she's the only one that hasn't come down with the flu bug thing so, I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Well, I'm running late today, needless to say so my whole daily routine is off. *sigh* Just a minor adjustment with my life's adjustment tool and I should be able to get it all done.

On other fronts, my phone has been ringing off the hook today. I suspected as much as this election of officers gets closer (as this Wednesday). There is a lot of backstage politics going on and I'm not paying it any mind. If someone thinks it's going to have some devastating effect on me, they need to rethink. That's their problem, if they had even bothered to get to know me better, they might be able to figure out how I think. As it is, their perception is so far off base, which is a good thing for me. I'll be so glad when Wednesday comes and goes.

HUH?

Uh..some of these are pretty on the money, some are way off.

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart. In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved. You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring. You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic. Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

High Maintenance?

You are 0% High-Maintenance!
You aren't high-maintenance at all. You seem to be a pretty relaxed and easygoing person, and you don't expect others to cater to your whims.
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I'll buy into some of this... but a social butterfly? *snort* Life of the party? Give me a break. Okay and that whole 'in love' thing? Uh...*blink* Moi? But 3 is one of my numbers. *nodnodnodnod*

Your Life Path Number is 3

Your purpose in life is to express your unique self. You are a creative and artistic person with an interesting view on life. Witty and outgoing, you enjoy sharing your crazy ideas with anyone who will listen. A total social butterfly, you're the life of any party. In love, you inspire and enchant your partner. You are often an object of fantasy and desire. While you are very talented, you sometimes lack the ambition to put your talents in play. And while your wit carries you a long way, you occasionally use it to mask your true feelings. Your natural abilities can bring you all the success in the world ... if you let them

What Is Your Life Path Number?

Hello April

I've been working on a friend's website and the joke is on me. It just dawned on me that a graphic I was working on, was the wrong picture. Duh. I had been working on it for about 2 hours. *eye roll* I'm on the target now. I'm just waiting for him to email me some info and I can get a basic up and running for him by tomorrow.

Sunday is usually my quiet day. The key word being 'my'. It's the one day I relax on and usually don't try to accomplish much of anything. It is my wont to use this day for reflection, thought and reading.

Topper and Pookie are getting impatient. They want to color eggs. They have a whole week left to go yet.

I have also come to the conclusion, sitting here and munching on an egg salad sandwich, that my nurtritionalist is the devil. The woman wants me to eat low fat mayo. Do you know how nasty that stuff tastes? Blech. Miricle Whip is also nasty. Mr M loves the stuff. he can have it *shudder*. There are just some things I refuse to compromise on.

I have also got to take this three day test and it means no red meat for three days. Yes, the sound you hear is me whining. I'm a carnivore. I could eat red meat three times a day. I don't. I have to compromise with the devil woman. You can ask anyone who has had a meal with me, I don't eat a lot of the stuff. Hell, I don't eat a lot period, I don't think. So, why the heck can't I have red meat three times a day? yeah yeah.. I know why. It's also one of the reasons I drink decaf coffee. I appreciate the men in my life, who when with me, also drink the decaf, although I know they drink the leaded stuff.

Today is one of those 'soft' days for me. Many soft smiles.. a gentleness settling over my soul.. a dreamer's day, I call it. I could easily slip away.