After the George incident, I pinched my knuckle in the spring of my dog's toe nail clippers. Needless to say, her front feet are done and that's it!
Then I got my cartilage pierced and the lady said "your equilibrium may be off"
I got home and was trying to balance my new baseball bat on my hand. Just as if things went into slow motion, the bat hit me in the head.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
George
Me
Mom
Dad
It was an early morning for me. I had to wake up at 9:30. After I hit snooze a few times, I figured I better get up before I’m late to my lunch date with granny. Half asleep I sauntered into the bathroom, turned on the light, noticed the towel I used the day before had fallen on the floor and screamed! There was a spider the size of Tobby staring at me with all of its eyes. My heart was pounding; I was trying to think who I could call to come kill it for me. Neighbors, no they’re at work, Jeremy, at work, Tobby, sleeping, anybody, no. It was just me and the spider.
Then it moved! I screamed again. I decided to call mom, she’ll know what to do, after all, she’s had experience with this problem before.
::dials mom::
::rings::
Hello?
Mom, does 911 come out and kill spiders?
(sigh of relief that the 911 wasn’t for an emergency) ::chuckles:: No, but I’ll put your father on.
Hello?
Dad, does 911 come out and kill spiders?
::chuckles:: Where is it?
In my bathroom on the floor next to my towel.
Is your towel wet?
No, it fell on the floor last night.
Ok, well go get a shoe.
A shoe? Let me find one that I can use.
Wait, better idea. Go upstairs and get the metal spatula that’s next to the garage.
Ok ::walks up stairs; picks up spatula:: Uh, dad, this isn’t going to work the handle is too short.
Hmmm….I know, go down by the cast iron and get the wooden spoon with the 3 foot long handle.
Yes, that will work. ::walks back down stairs and picks up spoon:: I got it.
Now, you have to sneak up on it. (trying not to laugh)
Got it ::walks across hallway on tip toes; peeks head into bathroom:: I don’t see him. Psssttt….you who….Mr. Spider….GEORGE!
::laughs really hard:: George???
Well he wasn’t coming out to you who. I know how to get him. ::picks up half full water bottle; throws at towel, spider runs out:: ::SCREAMS loud and whack, whack, whack, whack::
::if possible, I’d be rolling on the floor laughing:: Do you have a hole in your wall?
No, it was on the floor, but I think I got it. ::starts laughing::
Here’s your mother.
Did you hear that?
::laughing hysterically:: I think the whole state of Kentucky heard it!
Well, I got it, tell dad thanks for the help and I’ll call you later.
Ultimately, I decided not to crawl over the giant dead spider body to shower…I smelled good enough for another day.
Mom
Dad
It was an early morning for me. I had to wake up at 9:30. After I hit snooze a few times, I figured I better get up before I’m late to my lunch date with granny. Half asleep I sauntered into the bathroom, turned on the light, noticed the towel I used the day before had fallen on the floor and screamed! There was a spider the size of Tobby staring at me with all of its eyes. My heart was pounding; I was trying to think who I could call to come kill it for me. Neighbors, no they’re at work, Jeremy, at work, Tobby, sleeping, anybody, no. It was just me and the spider.
Then it moved! I screamed again. I decided to call mom, she’ll know what to do, after all, she’s had experience with this problem before.
::dials mom::
::rings::
Hello?
Mom, does 911 come out and kill spiders?
(sigh of relief that the 911 wasn’t for an emergency) ::chuckles:: No, but I’ll put your father on.
Hello?
Dad, does 911 come out and kill spiders?
::chuckles:: Where is it?
In my bathroom on the floor next to my towel.
Is your towel wet?
No, it fell on the floor last night.
Ok, well go get a shoe.
A shoe? Let me find one that I can use.
Wait, better idea. Go upstairs and get the metal spatula that’s next to the garage.
Ok ::walks up stairs; picks up spatula:: Uh, dad, this isn’t going to work the handle is too short.
Hmmm….I know, go down by the cast iron and get the wooden spoon with the 3 foot long handle.
Yes, that will work. ::walks back down stairs and picks up spoon:: I got it.
Now, you have to sneak up on it. (trying not to laugh)
Got it ::walks across hallway on tip toes; peeks head into bathroom:: I don’t see him. Psssttt….you who….Mr. Spider….GEORGE!
::laughs really hard:: George???
Well he wasn’t coming out to you who. I know how to get him. ::picks up half full water bottle; throws at towel, spider runs out:: ::SCREAMS loud and whack, whack, whack, whack::
::if possible, I’d be rolling on the floor laughing:: Do you have a hole in your wall?
No, it was on the floor, but I think I got it. ::starts laughing::
Here’s your mother.
Did you hear that?
::laughing hysterically:: I think the whole state of Kentucky heard it!
Well, I got it, tell dad thanks for the help and I’ll call you later.
Ultimately, I decided not to crawl over the giant dead spider body to shower…I smelled good enough for another day.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Random Drug Tests
I’ve got some issues with the welfare system. I strongly agree that those on welfare should have random drug tests. I know a person who continued to have children so she could get more money to support her habit. Her 4 children lived in the car with her. Unfortunately the state ruled in the mom’s favor to keep one of the children. The child was 2 ½ and only knew 3 words. He kept to himself and never looked anybody in the eye. After 3 months with his hopeful adoptive parents, he spoke, smiled and played like a kid should.
I got into a debate with Jeremy about this subject. He makes a point that moms not on welfare do drugs and they don’t get random drug tests. To that I say, yes, but they also don’t need the state to assist them in paying for their habit. They have their own way of supporting it. I don’t deny that she could still be a bad mother because she’s always drugged out.
Then there’s the idea that there are good people out there not trying to abuse the system. Unfortunately in this day, most people try to work the system. If there are random drug tests and the person comes out clean, what is there to worry about? One bad apple does ruin the bunch.
I got into a debate with Jeremy about this subject. He makes a point that moms not on welfare do drugs and they don’t get random drug tests. To that I say, yes, but they also don’t need the state to assist them in paying for their habit. They have their own way of supporting it. I don’t deny that she could still be a bad mother because she’s always drugged out.
Then there’s the idea that there are good people out there not trying to abuse the system. Unfortunately in this day, most people try to work the system. If there are random drug tests and the person comes out clean, what is there to worry about? One bad apple does ruin the bunch.
You make how much?
Let me preface this by saying I am a baseball and football fan.
However, professional athletes are overpaid for what they do. What is it they do? Practice, play games and sign autographs. Is that really worth multimillions? Sure, they are great at what they do, but they make more money than teachers. Teachers spend 9 ½ months out of the year teaching our future. This doesn’t include all of the schooling they had to go through (is there baseball or football school?), spending 8 hours a day with the children and spending extra hours each day, plus the summer, planning lessons.
According to USATODAY.com the average NFL player makes over $1 million and the average NBA player makes $3.7 million. The average MLB player makes $2.6 millon (http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7409653).
Now the average teacher only makes $47,602 (http://www.aft.org/salary/index.htm). Doctors, who SAVE lives, spend 10 + years in school, get horrible hours until they prove themselves, make approximately $200,000 per year (http://hypertextbook.com/facts/2004/TiffanyYam.shtml).
Why don’t we cap professional athletes salaries, put it back into the state so we can fund education? I heard once (or a million times) that children are our future. Same concept for professionals in the music and entertainment industry.
However, professional athletes are overpaid for what they do. What is it they do? Practice, play games and sign autographs. Is that really worth multimillions? Sure, they are great at what they do, but they make more money than teachers. Teachers spend 9 ½ months out of the year teaching our future. This doesn’t include all of the schooling they had to go through (is there baseball or football school?), spending 8 hours a day with the children and spending extra hours each day, plus the summer, planning lessons.
According to USATODAY.com the average NFL player makes over $1 million and the average NBA player makes $3.7 million. The average MLB player makes $2.6 millon (http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7409653).
Now the average teacher only makes $47,602 (http://www.aft.org/salary/index.htm). Doctors, who SAVE lives, spend 10 + years in school, get horrible hours until they prove themselves, make approximately $200,000 per year (http://hypertextbook.com/facts/2004/TiffanyYam.shtml).
Why don’t we cap professional athletes salaries, put it back into the state so we can fund education? I heard once (or a million times) that children are our future. Same concept for professionals in the music and entertainment industry.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Why are questions so hard?
As you may or may not know, I have had a rather long winded spat with two of the members of a local band called focuspoint. It all started when I asked one of the band members (via email) a one line question. I then got attacked by that band member telling me (in a nutshell) it’s none of my business; he will be forwarding the email to the other members and saying “you don’t have to go.” One of the other band members wrote me back an email as well. This one not only attacked me, but my boyfriend as well.
Needless to say, I was furious. A feud ensued. I stopped going to shows and I suggested to MY friends that they hang out with me and not go to their shows. Why should we support a band who thinks that family comes second to getting their “claim to fame?” Did I mention, the email was asking if they knew that the show they booked was on Easter (when most people spend it with their family)?
I’m curious, how is anybody supposed to ask a question when the response is attacking the person who asked it? How am I supposed to be independent when I’m told to talk to someone else and they will ask the question for me? Why can’t I voice my opinion?
Needless to say, I was furious. A feud ensued. I stopped going to shows and I suggested to MY friends that they hang out with me and not go to their shows. Why should we support a band who thinks that family comes second to getting their “claim to fame?” Did I mention, the email was asking if they knew that the show they booked was on Easter (when most people spend it with their family)?
I’m curious, how is anybody supposed to ask a question when the response is attacking the person who asked it? How am I supposed to be independent when I’m told to talk to someone else and they will ask the question for me? Why can’t I voice my opinion?
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