Heidi
(Feb. 4, 2001-March 21, 2006)
Daisy
(Feb. 17, 2006- )
Friday, November 10, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Thursday, November 02, 2006
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Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Origin of Halloween
Halloween's origins date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain (pronounced sow-in).
The Celts, who lived 2,000 years ago in the area that is now Ireland, the United Kingdom, and northern France, celebrated their new year on November 1. This day marked the end of summer and the harvest and the beginning of the dark, cold winter, a time of year that was often associated with human death. Celts believed that on the night before the new year, the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead became blurred. On the night of October 31, they celebrated Samhain, when it was believed that the ghosts of the dead returned to earth. In addition to causing trouble and damaging crops, Celts thought that the presence of the otherworldly spirits made it easier for the Druids, or Celtic priests, to make predictions about the future. For a people entirely dependent on the volatile natural world, these prophecies were an important source of comfort and direction during the long, dark winter.
To commemorate the event, Druids built huge sacred bonfires, where the people gathered to burn crops and animals as sacrifices to the Celtic deities.
During the celebration, the Celts wore costumes, typically consisting of animal heads and skins, and attempted to tell each other's fortunes. When the celebration was over, they re-lit their hearth fires, which they had extinguished earlier that evening, from the sacred bonfire to help protect them during the coming winter.
By A.D. 43, Romans had conquered the majority of Celtic territory. In the course of the four hundred years that they ruled the Celtic lands, two festivals of Roman origin were combined with the traditional Celtic celebration of Samhain.
The first was Feralia, a day in late October when the Romans traditionally commemorated the passing of the dead. The second was a day to honor Pomona, the Roman goddess of fruit and trees. The symbol of Pomona is the apple and the incorporation of this celebration into Samhain probably explains the tradition of "bobbing" for apples that is practiced today on Halloween.
By the 800s, the influence of Christianity had spread into Celtic lands. In the seventh century, Pope Boniface IV designated November 1 All Saints' Day, a time to honor saints and martyrs. It is widely believed today that the pope was attempting to replace the Celtic festival of the dead with a related, but church-sanctioned holiday. The celebration was also called All-hallows or All-hallowmas (from Middle English Alholowmesse meaning All Saints' Day) and the night before it, the night of Samhain, began to be called All-hallows Eve and, eventually, Halloween. Even later, in A.D. 1000, the church would make November 2 All Souls' Day, a day to honor the dead. It was celebrated similarly to Samhain, with big bonfires, parades, and dressing up in costumes as saints, angels, and devils. Together, the three celebrations, the eve of All Saints', All Saints', and All Souls', were called Hallowmas.
The Celts, who lived 2,000 years ago in the area that is now Ireland, the United Kingdom, and northern France, celebrated their new year on November 1. This day marked the end of summer and the harvest and the beginning of the dark, cold winter, a time of year that was often associated with human death. Celts believed that on the night before the new year, the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead became blurred. On the night of October 31, they celebrated Samhain, when it was believed that the ghosts of the dead returned to earth. In addition to causing trouble and damaging crops, Celts thought that the presence of the otherworldly spirits made it easier for the Druids, or Celtic priests, to make predictions about the future. For a people entirely dependent on the volatile natural world, these prophecies were an important source of comfort and direction during the long, dark winter.
To commemorate the event, Druids built huge sacred bonfires, where the people gathered to burn crops and animals as sacrifices to the Celtic deities.
During the celebration, the Celts wore costumes, typically consisting of animal heads and skins, and attempted to tell each other's fortunes. When the celebration was over, they re-lit their hearth fires, which they had extinguished earlier that evening, from the sacred bonfire to help protect them during the coming winter.
By A.D. 43, Romans had conquered the majority of Celtic territory. In the course of the four hundred years that they ruled the Celtic lands, two festivals of Roman origin were combined with the traditional Celtic celebration of Samhain.
The first was Feralia, a day in late October when the Romans traditionally commemorated the passing of the dead. The second was a day to honor Pomona, the Roman goddess of fruit and trees. The symbol of Pomona is the apple and the incorporation of this celebration into Samhain probably explains the tradition of "bobbing" for apples that is practiced today on Halloween.
By the 800s, the influence of Christianity had spread into Celtic lands. In the seventh century, Pope Boniface IV designated November 1 All Saints' Day, a time to honor saints and martyrs. It is widely believed today that the pope was attempting to replace the Celtic festival of the dead with a related, but church-sanctioned holiday. The celebration was also called All-hallows or All-hallowmas (from Middle English Alholowmesse meaning All Saints' Day) and the night before it, the night of Samhain, began to be called All-hallows Eve and, eventually, Halloween. Even later, in A.D. 1000, the church would make November 2 All Souls' Day, a day to honor the dead. It was celebrated similarly to Samhain, with big bonfires, parades, and dressing up in costumes as saints, angels, and devils. Together, the three celebrations, the eve of All Saints', All Saints', and All Souls', were called Hallowmas.
History of the Jack-o-Lantern
Pumpkin carving is a popular part of modern America's Halloween celebration. Come October, pumpkins can be found everywhere in the country from doorsteps to dinner tables. Despite the widespread carving that goes on in this country every autumn, few Americans really know why or when the jack o'lantern tradition began. Or, for that matter, whether the pumpkin is a fruit or a vegetable. Read on to find out!
People have been making jack o'lanterns at Halloween for centuries. The practice originated from an Irish myth about a man nicknamed "Stingy Jack." According to the story, Stingy Jack invited the Devil to have a drink with him. True to his name, Stingy Jack didn't want to pay for his drink, so he convinced the Devil to turn himself into a coin that Jack could use to buy their drinks. Once the Devil did so, Jack decided to keep the money and put it into his pocket next to a silver cross, which prevented the Devil from changing back into his original form. Jack eventually freed the Devil, under the condition that he would not bother Jack for one year and that, should Jack die, he would not claim his soul. The next year, Jack again tricked the Devil into climbing into a tree to pick a piece of fruit. While he was up in the tree, Jack carved a sign of the cross into the tree's bark so that the Devil could not come down until the Devil promised Jack not to bother him for ten more years.
Soon after, Jack died. As the legend goes, God would not allow such an unsavory figure into heaven. The Devil, upset by the trick Jack had played on him and keeping his word not to claim his soul, would not allow Jack into hell. He sent Jack off into the dark night with only a burning coal to light his way. Jack put the coal into a carved-out turnip and has been roaming the Earth with ever since. The Irish began to refer to this ghostly figure as "Jack of the Lantern," and then, simply "Jack O'Lantern."
In Ireland and Scotland, people began to make their own versions of Jack's lanterns by carving scary faces into turnips or potatoes and placing them into windows or near doors to frighten away Stingy Jack and other wandering evil spirits. In England, large beets are used. Immigrants from these countries brought the jack o'lantern tradition with them when they came to the United States. They soon found that pumpkins, a fruit native to America, make perfect jack o'lanterns.
People have been making jack o'lanterns at Halloween for centuries. The practice originated from an Irish myth about a man nicknamed "Stingy Jack." According to the story, Stingy Jack invited the Devil to have a drink with him. True to his name, Stingy Jack didn't want to pay for his drink, so he convinced the Devil to turn himself into a coin that Jack could use to buy their drinks. Once the Devil did so, Jack decided to keep the money and put it into his pocket next to a silver cross, which prevented the Devil from changing back into his original form. Jack eventually freed the Devil, under the condition that he would not bother Jack for one year and that, should Jack die, he would not claim his soul. The next year, Jack again tricked the Devil into climbing into a tree to pick a piece of fruit. While he was up in the tree, Jack carved a sign of the cross into the tree's bark so that the Devil could not come down until the Devil promised Jack not to bother him for ten more years.
Soon after, Jack died. As the legend goes, God would not allow such an unsavory figure into heaven. The Devil, upset by the trick Jack had played on him and keeping his word not to claim his soul, would not allow Jack into hell. He sent Jack off into the dark night with only a burning coal to light his way. Jack put the coal into a carved-out turnip and has been roaming the Earth with ever since. The Irish began to refer to this ghostly figure as "Jack of the Lantern," and then, simply "Jack O'Lantern."
In Ireland and Scotland, people began to make their own versions of Jack's lanterns by carving scary faces into turnips or potatoes and placing them into windows or near doors to frighten away Stingy Jack and other wandering evil spirits. In England, large beets are used. Immigrants from these countries brought the jack o'lantern tradition with them when they came to the United States. They soon found that pumpkins, a fruit native to America, make perfect jack o'lanterns.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
A Pound of Snot
Lauren has gotten her first cold...ever! My poor baby.
This morning I sat here trying to figure out how in the heck she got it. She had it before we went to Sarah's. As a matter of fact, her nose was running before we went over there. She started coughing the night before. Hmmm? We don't go over people's houses. We rarely go anywhere unless it's WalMart. I know she can get it there. But she seems to be getting hard all of a sudden. Then it "clicked"! I know where she got this nasty, miserable cold. The ER!! We had to take Eric to the ER last week for something so stupid. There were sick babies all over the place. Yep! She got it there. I'm 99.99% sure that is where she contracted this virus.
So now, as I sit here, she seems a wee bit better. I just took that nose-sucker thingy and sucked out a pound of snot! EGADS! I look at her and there is river flowing out of her nose, yet again! It's not yellow or green...still clear. That's a good sign. No infection. But I just hate seeing that face....all smeared with slimy boogers.
This morning I sat here trying to figure out how in the heck she got it. She had it before we went to Sarah's. As a matter of fact, her nose was running before we went over there. She started coughing the night before. Hmmm? We don't go over people's houses. We rarely go anywhere unless it's WalMart. I know she can get it there. But she seems to be getting hard all of a sudden. Then it "clicked"! I know where she got this nasty, miserable cold. The ER!! We had to take Eric to the ER last week for something so stupid. There were sick babies all over the place. Yep! She got it there. I'm 99.99% sure that is where she contracted this virus.
So now, as I sit here, she seems a wee bit better. I just took that nose-sucker thingy and sucked out a pound of snot! EGADS! I look at her and there is river flowing out of her nose, yet again! It's not yellow or green...still clear. That's a good sign. No infection. But I just hate seeing that face....all smeared with slimy boogers.
Monday, October 30, 2006
The Making of a Future Librarian..........
The mess......
The "librarian".....
A librarian's work is never done..........
Job is done........
It's time to play now..........TEXAS
Texas sung by George Strait
Steven Dale Jones/Phillip White
There wouldn’t be no Alamo
No Cowboys in the Super Bowl
No Lonesome Dove, no yellow rose
If it wasn’t for Texas
I wouldn’t be a Willie fan
Nobody’d swim the Rio Grande
I wouldn’t be an American
If it wasn’t for Texas
Chorus:
Fort Worth would never cross my mind
There’d be no Austin city limit sign
No lone star of any kind
If it wasn’t for Texas
I’d never gone to Tennessee
To sing my songs and chase my dreams
Only heaven knows just where I’d be
If it wasn’t for Texas
Repeat Chorus
It made me the man I am
Thank God for my old stompin’ ground
I wouldn’t be standin’ right here right now
If it wasn’t for Texas
If it wasn’t for Texas
If it wasn’t for Texas
Steven Dale Jones/Phillip White
There wouldn’t be no Alamo
No Cowboys in the Super Bowl
No Lonesome Dove, no yellow rose
If it wasn’t for Texas
I wouldn’t be a Willie fan
Nobody’d swim the Rio Grande
I wouldn’t be an American
If it wasn’t for Texas
Chorus:
Fort Worth would never cross my mind
There’d be no Austin city limit sign
No lone star of any kind
If it wasn’t for Texas
I’d never gone to Tennessee
To sing my songs and chase my dreams
Only heaven knows just where I’d be
If it wasn’t for Texas
Repeat Chorus
It made me the man I am
Thank God for my old stompin’ ground
I wouldn’t be standin’ right here right now
If it wasn’t for Texas
If it wasn’t for Texas
If it wasn’t for Texas
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Saturday, October 21, 2006
The BIG Reason I want a Tummy Tuck!
I'm standing straight up and my tummy is hanging straight down. Not a good picture but you get the drift.
I'm bent over and I have about 3 inches of skin hanging from my stomach. Eric actually called me on it one day when I was bent over blow-drying my hair. "Mom! What is wrong with your stomach?" A very embarrassing situation. I couldn't believe how much was hanging off. I'm sucking my gut in and the skin tone didn't even change. It needs to be sucked, tucked and tied off!!Heating Pads
How many cats does it take to keep you warm at night?
5
Yeah, 5 cats! One to warm your feet. One to warm your right side. One to warm your left side. One to warm you back (if you lay on your stomach). And one to keep your head warm. How would I know? Because it was such a cold night last night, my loveable furr balls decided it was a good night to share my bed!
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Neighbor Woes
I sit here in tears.
My neighbor is a stupid jerk.
The story:
I come home from dropping Eric off at school and making a quick trip to Walmart. As I am getting groceries out of my truck, I smell this fowl smell. I look down and there is the neighbors dog. A puppy. It's a Basset Hound. He's the cutest thing but smells awful. The nails are terribly long, obviously hasn't had a bath, and something else that totally blew my mind. The poor thing has a weeping wound around his neck. The collar is dirty and rancid and the neck is just festering. So guess who is calling the Humane Society. Why get a pet if you can't take care of it? They are our friends and they depend on us. If I could, I would keep him. But then Bobby would kill me. He is so terribly cute and he's friendly. Why, oh why??? Oh, and I went next door to let the guy know his dog was loose......there was no water, no food where he chains him up. Yeah, chains him up! Eeeergh! I don't like seeing chained dogs. They deserve a back yard or let them live inside as long as you can walk them.
My main concern is that he'll get hit by a car or die before the "neighbor" finds him. The neighbor wouldn't answer his door and I know he is there. I thought to put him in the back yard with Daisy but she wouldn't have any of it....and then the thought occurred to me that the poor thing might be carrying something and I didn't want Daisy to get sick. So I had to regretfully put him in front of the neighbors door and run home.......and cry. I'm just hoping the HS gets there. I can't stand watching this poor thing suffer!
Why do I have to care so much???
My neighbor is a stupid jerk.
The story:
I come home from dropping Eric off at school and making a quick trip to Walmart. As I am getting groceries out of my truck, I smell this fowl smell. I look down and there is the neighbors dog. A puppy. It's a Basset Hound. He's the cutest thing but smells awful. The nails are terribly long, obviously hasn't had a bath, and something else that totally blew my mind. The poor thing has a weeping wound around his neck. The collar is dirty and rancid and the neck is just festering. So guess who is calling the Humane Society. Why get a pet if you can't take care of it? They are our friends and they depend on us. If I could, I would keep him. But then Bobby would kill me. He is so terribly cute and he's friendly. Why, oh why??? Oh, and I went next door to let the guy know his dog was loose......there was no water, no food where he chains him up. Yeah, chains him up! Eeeergh! I don't like seeing chained dogs. They deserve a back yard or let them live inside as long as you can walk them.
My main concern is that he'll get hit by a car or die before the "neighbor" finds him. The neighbor wouldn't answer his door and I know he is there. I thought to put him in the back yard with Daisy but she wouldn't have any of it....and then the thought occurred to me that the poor thing might be carrying something and I didn't want Daisy to get sick. So I had to regretfully put him in front of the neighbors door and run home.......and cry. I'm just hoping the HS gets there. I can't stand watching this poor thing suffer!
Why do I have to care so much???
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
I wish!
| You Are 31 Years Old |
 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax. |
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Blitzed
| You Are Blitzen |
 Always in good spirits, you're the reindeer who loves to party down with Santa. Why You're Naughty: You're always blitzed on Christmas Eve, while flying! Why You're Nice: You mix up a mean eggnog martini. |
Chicken of the Sea
| You Are a Mermaid |
 You are a total daydreamer, and people tend to think you're flakier than you actually are. While your head is often in the clouds, you'll always come back to earth to help someone in need. Beyond being a caring person, you are also very intelligent and rational. You understand the connections of the universe better than almost anyone else. |
So True, So True!
| 1985 by Bowling for Soup |
 "Where's the mini-skirt made of snakeskin? And who's the other guy that's singing in Van Halen? When did reality become T.V.? What ever happened to sitcoms, game shows?" You took the bitter with the sweet in 2004 - and kept laughing. |
From a purple thong??
| What Your Underwear Says About You |
 You enjoy wearing nice underwear, even if it comes at a hefty price tag. You're a closet exhibitionist who gets a thrill from being secretly naughty. |
Mild??? Bummer........
| You Are More Mild Than Wild |
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True Blue
| Your Heart Is Blue |
 Love is a doing word for you. You know it's love when you treat each other well. You are a giving lover, but you don't give too much. You expect something in return. Your flirting style: Friendly Your lucky first date: Lunch at an outdoor cafe Your dream lover: Is both generous and selfish What you bring to relationships: Loyalty |
Monday, October 16, 2006
Austin City Limits
The top of the capital building.
The Senate and the House of Representatives. Did you know the Texas Capital building is larger than the US Capital building?
The boys!Texas Wildlife and Outdoor Expo!
Petting hermit crabs, crabs, sea cucumbers, starfish, and whatever else that can be touched!
The boys suit up for the kayak!
Eric showing his abilities!!
"Sissy" waiting patiently for her "bubbas".
Lauren makes a friend.
Peace.
It's a dreary, cloudy day.
The breeze is filtered through the window drapes.
They blow in and out from God's breath.
The windchimes play their music to the rhythm.
The occasional clink of metal on metal and the "whir" of the dryer add their drum.
Lauren is taking her nap.
The Cowboys game in the background.
I play a game of Sudoku.
Could it ever be more content than this.
This is what I call bliss.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Sharkin' for Grub
"Dang it! She keeps taking my picture.....
I'm tryin' to keep the floor clean....
The little girl in the chair always shares her food with me....
And this woman keeps flashin' me with her light in that small box.....
Ooops! Another piece of spaghetti fell....gotta get it. I sure do love spaghetti....especially with the meat sauce! Mmmmm......."
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
I HAVE A BEEF!!!
Man, let me tell you something....I'm so very upset right now! I just want to cry. I just got a very disturbing letter from the Military Star credit card (military use them at the gas stations on post and the PX....pretty much anywhere on post where it's accepted.) Well, the guys can use it overseas also. No, Bobby, I'm not mad at you!
Well, in the letter it states we are responsible for charges that were "not accepted by credit card companies upon processing and are now being billed directly to AAFES." They apologize..yada, yada, yada. Phllllllllllllllllbbbbbbbbbbb! What??? Okay, the charge isn't outrageous...only $25 and change but it's the principle of the matter.
Why is it upsetting? Bobby did buy something.....in KUWAIT!!! In Kuwait......in 2003!!!! Yeah, we are in the year of 2006 and these charges were in 2003. I look at the date of the charges and that was when Bobby was coming home for R&R during the WAR!!!! The freaking WAR! WE WERE STILL AT WAR!!! You would think since it has been such a long time that they would just have absorbed those charges and forgot about it. My God! We had just invaded Iraq in March of 2003 and Bobby was home for a measley few weeks and they can't cover it. Oh, I'll pay it. Yeah, I'll pay it. It just sickens me that they wait 3 freakin' years.
Oh yes! I'll pay....the JERKS!!
Well, in the letter it states we are responsible for charges that were "not accepted by credit card companies upon processing and are now being billed directly to AAFES." They apologize..yada, yada, yada. Phllllllllllllllllbbbbbbbbbbb! What??? Okay, the charge isn't outrageous...only $25 and change but it's the principle of the matter.
Why is it upsetting? Bobby did buy something.....in KUWAIT!!! In Kuwait......in 2003!!!! Yeah, we are in the year of 2006 and these charges were in 2003. I look at the date of the charges and that was when Bobby was coming home for R&R during the WAR!!!! The freaking WAR! WE WERE STILL AT WAR!!! You would think since it has been such a long time that they would just have absorbed those charges and forgot about it. My God! We had just invaded Iraq in March of 2003 and Bobby was home for a measley few weeks and they can't cover it. Oh, I'll pay it. Yeah, I'll pay it. It just sickens me that they wait 3 freakin' years.
Oh yes! I'll pay....the JERKS!!
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
What's Your Fitness Personality?
Fierce Competitor
Nothing gets your heart rate pumping like a formidable opponent standing on the other side of a tennis net or basketball court. In fact, you find ways to turn almost any event into a contest ‑- from who can skip a stone the farthest to who can bake the most killer chocolate chip cookies. Pick fast-paced sports that have clear-cut winners and losers, like tennis, squash, one-on-one basketball, boxing and fencing. Team sports like hockey or baseball are also good ‑- just make sure your teammates take the game as seriously as you do.
Nothing gets your heart rate pumping like a formidable opponent standing on the other side of a tennis net or basketball court. In fact, you find ways to turn almost any event into a contest ‑- from who can skip a stone the farthest to who can bake the most killer chocolate chip cookies. Pick fast-paced sports that have clear-cut winners and losers, like tennis, squash, one-on-one basketball, boxing and fencing. Team sports like hockey or baseball are also good ‑- just make sure your teammates take the game as seriously as you do.
Friday, October 06, 2006
First Friends
Big Pooh
Little Pooh
Baby Pooh
Birdie
Bear
Lamby
Baby
Dolly
Agneau (awn-yo), French for lamb
Eeyore
Pinky Bear
They all live in her crib.....and she "loves" them all!! They are always smiling and are always ready to lend an "ear". They never get bored of her babble.................
Little Pooh
Baby Pooh
Birdie
Bear
Lamby
Baby
Dolly
Agneau (awn-yo), French for lamb
Eeyore
Pinky Bear
They all live in her crib.....and she "loves" them all!! They are always smiling and are always ready to lend an "ear". They never get bored of her babble.................
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Why?
I'm sick of psychos! Sick. Sick. SICK!
Why did he have to shoot those young girls? They were innocent. They bothered nobody. They were Amish. They were just young girls.
Is my Lauren safe?
Just last week, girls were separated from their class in Colorado...one was killed.
All I can do is cry for those young girls' family. And yet all I can think about is "what if it was my Lauren?" And I cry even harder.
Why did he have to shoot those young girls? They were innocent. They bothered nobody. They were Amish. They were just young girls.
Is my Lauren safe?
Just last week, girls were separated from their class in Colorado...one was killed.
All I can do is cry for those young girls' family. And yet all I can think about is "what if it was my Lauren?" And I cry even harder.
Just Another Manic Monday
Six o'clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin' Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian stream
But I can't be late
'Cause then I guess I just won't get paid
These are the days
When you wish your bed was already made
It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my funday
My I don't have to runday
It's just another manic Monday
Have to catch an early train
Got to be to work by nine
And if I had an air-o-plane
I still couldn't make it on time
'Cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I'm gonna wear
Blame it on the train
But the boss is already there
All of the nights
Why did my lover have to pick last night
To get down
Doesn't it matter
That I have to feed the both of us
Employment's down
He tells me in his bedroom voice
C'mon honey, let's go make some noise
Time it goes so fast
When you're having fun
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As of this moment, I have a raging headache.
Today, I started off with a 10.4 mile run. Yea! Then, for some reason I checked my schedule, and there I had written down that I had a WIC appointment. Oh joy. So I took the fast route home from walking Matthew to school. I grabbed Eric's Boy Scout uniform and took that with me too. Since I was going on post, I would head to the alteration shop (conveniently across the street from the WIC office) and had them sew a patch on and fix a litte tear on one of his breast pockets. That alone was an ordeal because they don't take checks, I don't carry cash, and they wouldn't take the credit card if the total was under $5 (my total for the sewing was $3.15). Soooo......I walked over to the ATM machine. It was broken. Great. Told the lady I was walking over to the bank which is also right down the road from the WIC office. So we walked over there. The drive-thru ATM was broken. Again, great. So I walked over to the front and luckily that front ATM's were working. So I got my money, walked back to the alteration shop. We had a 20 minute wait for the sewing. Got that done. Then headed over to WIC. What a waste. I knew heading in there that our chances for WIC renewal was coming to an end. Bobby's promotion had us cut from WIC. We make a whopping $50 too much to qualify. $50 freaking dollars! Oh well. I knew the hammer was coming down soon. Now we have to buy milk. LOL! The other stuff I never normally bought anyway. It was just extra. Anyway, then afterward I went to the local HEB and used the very last voucher I had for Lauren. And now we are home. I think I'm having a sugar crash. After eating my lunch, my head is throbbing and I feel like I could sleep for days. That would be nice. Still have more to do. It's Scout Monday. Oh joy.
I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin' Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian stream
But I can't be late
'Cause then I guess I just won't get paid
These are the days
When you wish your bed was already made
It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my funday
My I don't have to runday
It's just another manic Monday
Have to catch an early train
Got to be to work by nine
And if I had an air-o-plane
I still couldn't make it on time
'Cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I'm gonna wear
Blame it on the train
But the boss is already there
All of the nights
Why did my lover have to pick last night
To get down
Doesn't it matter
That I have to feed the both of us
Employment's down
He tells me in his bedroom voice
C'mon honey, let's go make some noise
Time it goes so fast
When you're having fun
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As of this moment, I have a raging headache.
Today, I started off with a 10.4 mile run. Yea! Then, for some reason I checked my schedule, and there I had written down that I had a WIC appointment. Oh joy. So I took the fast route home from walking Matthew to school. I grabbed Eric's Boy Scout uniform and took that with me too. Since I was going on post, I would head to the alteration shop (conveniently across the street from the WIC office) and had them sew a patch on and fix a litte tear on one of his breast pockets. That alone was an ordeal because they don't take checks, I don't carry cash, and they wouldn't take the credit card if the total was under $5 (my total for the sewing was $3.15). Soooo......I walked over to the ATM machine. It was broken. Great. Told the lady I was walking over to the bank which is also right down the road from the WIC office. So we walked over there. The drive-thru ATM was broken. Again, great. So I walked over to the front and luckily that front ATM's were working. So I got my money, walked back to the alteration shop. We had a 20 minute wait for the sewing. Got that done. Then headed over to WIC. What a waste. I knew heading in there that our chances for WIC renewal was coming to an end. Bobby's promotion had us cut from WIC. We make a whopping $50 too much to qualify. $50 freaking dollars! Oh well. I knew the hammer was coming down soon. Now we have to buy milk. LOL! The other stuff I never normally bought anyway. It was just extra. Anyway, then afterward I went to the local HEB and used the very last voucher I had for Lauren. And now we are home. I think I'm having a sugar crash. After eating my lunch, my head is throbbing and I feel like I could sleep for days. That would be nice. Still have more to do. It's Scout Monday. Oh joy.
Monday, October 02, 2006
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