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| SPIDEY GIRL AND HER SIDE-KICK SPIDEY DOG! Yes as the curtain rises our heroine - Spidey Girl - is surveying her kingdom. The indomitable Spidey Dog stands at her side, ready for action. I know Mummy put those pointy things way-y-y up on that place I can't reach. I need a plan! Spidey Girl, with super human strength of course, rips the front of the bottom drawer right off! Spidey Dog grins. With that done, Spidey Girl begins her dangerous trek up that mountainous wooden mountain. Up-up-up she goes. Planting herself on the top of the mountain (kitchen counter to those of you who are confused), she calmly looks down at her companion. s'k now. Gonna get pointy thing! Spidey Dog dodges the pointy thing, that Spidey Girl throws down from her vantage point, with great agility. (pointy thing = knife) Spidey Girl calmly descends the great wooden mountain. With her prize in hand she manages to open up the White Wonder Box and again showing extreme strength opens the cave holding the object of her expedition - Spidey Girl Food. The round globe beckons and grabbing one she settles herself on the floor. Spidey Dog drools super spidey drool. OH MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Give me that knife young lady! Great Spidey Girl tears fill our heroines eyes as the Nasty Mummy-Monster confiscates the hard won Pointy Object AND her Glob. Mummy will cut up the orange for you Audrey okay? Sighing sadly, Spidey Girl gives up her dreams of destroying and consuming that big bright glob of juiciness all on her own. Once again the Mummy-Monster has interferred with her plans. But some day, Spidey Girl thinks, some day she will outwit that Mummy-Monster! MUHahahahahaha..... Hence I introduce you to my latest super hero - the very scary Spidey Girl. Let me tell you all though that Spidey Dog - darn scary too! HA!  |
| Hello all my lovely people! I'm just bopping in to wave at ya *waves* and say hey! Been reading blogs and not had time to comment in many. *sigh* I only get a half hour lunch and that doesn't leave me much time to do anything spectutulair. I see that "P" is roaming around the Blogs lately and my hives will heal up eventually - I hope. Mostly I see a quietutde descending over the Blogsville and folks are settling in for that last week or so of Mr. Winter. Here in the Southwest the weather is pyschotic. One day it is sunny and warm, later that day temps have dropped 30 degrees and a wind will blow you over. Puppies are settling in though and have left off shedding their undercoats every other week. Poor babies. My friends here keep rescuing me from oblivion and take me shopping and to craft stores. Last weekend we had a HUGE BBQ and let me tell you Christine's hubby Chris (yes yes I know it DOES get confusing) is a master BBQer. We had chicken, we had smoked sausage, we had ribs and we had garlic bread -- GRILLED mmmmm. Then Christine whipped up about 4 barrels of potato salad and a good feast was had by all. Much fun. They got this "dog" about three weeks ago and I use the term "dog" loosely. It's supposed to be a dauch..hm....WEINER dog. It doesn't look like one to me though. I've dubbed the Stepped-Upon critter "SPIDEY DOG" cuz he can zoom up your leg in milliseconds. I am plotting stories of Spidey Dog and his side-kick SPIDEY GIRL (their 2 year old Audrey). Nothing much else going on here however. Walking once again to and fro is good exercise for me and this time it's only 1.5 miles each way. I got a ride this morning (hence time to type a blog entry) due to threatening rainstorms. Tonight should be fun, walking home in the rain in the dark. DID YOU KNOW THEY HAVE DAY LIGHT CRAVING TIME HERE? Darn it. I had forgotten about this. Annoying thing. Should be put out of it's misery. Now I am off - yeah yeah yeah - NOT LIKE THAT. They are having a bake sale to raise money for a family. The lady worked here and suffered a massive stroke and died. She was 37. Very sad. Very unexpected. She leaves a huge family behind her and we are doing stuff to raise money to help them. You all take care and stay safe and warm winter hugs to each of you! |
| ...something! I don't know who came up with that expression but here's my entry. It's a PIPO entry [pop-in-pop-out]. I only have ten minutes to entertain the masses in here so I have to make it quick. I am moved into my new place, a one-bedroom cute apartment with a garden window. More about that window later. The dogs are settling in nicely - and we are still working on the blinds covering the patio door. Walking to and from work is entertaining and I got to watch four buzzards munching on their breakfast yesterday morning. Kinda put a crimp in their meal when I reached them though. Such looks I got! OH OH OH - there is "A" crow living by where I live now. I love crows. They used to be my alarm clock, warning sound-off and over all entertainment. I really am happy about that crow and hope he or she doesn't move on. Went to IKEA (yeah I know right?) to purchase my new bed, table with two chairs this past weekend. Friends were over all weekend long helping me move in, put furniture together and to show them how much I loved them I took them all out for pizza on Sunday night. IT WAS GOOD PIZZA too! Some place starting with an "M" but I don't know the name, so please don't ask. Work has again made massive changes and now Sarah and Christine are working in different departments. They moved the "Bitch-From-Hell" into my department and no one wants her sitting by them. HA! She will be seated right next to the Team Lead who cannot stand her either. *sigh* I will try not to jump on her and do damage...I will try... Gotta run and boot up my computer now. TAKE CARE ALL OF YOU! |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Trust is one of "those" words. You know the list right? 1. Love 2. Honor 3. Chocolate 4. Trust 5. Preemptive People casually say things like, "Trust me. I know this will work!" When it doesn't, do you stop trusting that person? Or here's one, "I trust that you will do what's right." What if that person has a code of what's right that is just off center from the rest of society though? See? Gotta be careful around that sneaky word. Here's the thing. You all will have to "Trust" that I will be dropping in from time to time. Why? Well this is my last week in the house of Internet. I move out on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. No more at home computer with internet. That's okay I have the Internet Cafe at work - it's a computer company! Like they don't have computers to set up for us to use? HA! So I will pop in and comment in your blogs, write entries in mine if I find something outrageous or of literary interest - huh? - to write about. Stay warm cuz it is STILL winter out there I hear. Heck it's only February isn't it? In like an Armadillo and out like a Turtle isn't that what they say? I am knitting scarves for my buds. I have titled the series of scarves my "Road Kill Line". Cracks me up. Found this yarn with fibers poking out all over and bought some in red and (gak) pink and knit the scarves with other colors and other yarn types. Sarah's is Mole grey with pink hence it is "Road Kill Series 103 - Mole Finds Highway 190" Then there is Laveda's which was done in baby blue and pink "Road Kill Series 211 - Blue Bird of Happiness hits Mack Truck" I am currently doing one in White Black and Red which I am entitling "Road Kill Series 112 - Why did the Skunk Cross that road?" It's fun and everyone wants one. I am currently charging $300.00 per scarf and title. Nah, I'm not really. But with the bead work and tassles they are a bunch of work. This will keep me busy with no computer at my new place. No TV, No Radio, No Computer = INSANELY BORED ANYEA. Poor puppies will be getting WAY too much attention I fear. I am hoping work does a give-away computer and I get it, but am not holding my breath - Trust Me. HA! |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I see everyone survived the dreaded Bleeding Hearts Day and in fine form as well. I read all the pyscho-babble about that holiday where advice flows as freely as butter during Corn Festivals. TRE MEN DOUS Packing up and sorting, making everything neat and tidy can be a jarring pain. I mean didn't I throw out or give away most of my life in Phoenix already? I think stuff grows when kept long enough. I figured I would have a sweet time of packing up this next time and I am already overwhelmed. How did I let my Stuff take over again? I didn't even buy that many new books. I removed everything from one of the huge plastic tubs in the office in order to re-pack it and now I am ignoring all of it. I have all my stuff that was in the kitchen on the table or counter tops and I am ignoring that as well. What? OH - I am moving out of the house now. Army boy isn't back yet but his doggie - or Huge Scary Beast as I refer to him - is coming to the backyard to live at the end of this month. So, my fur butts wouldn't be able to go out there anymore, I wouldn't want to go out there at all and moving is my best shot. Plus I have no vehicle to drive and wanted somewhere close to where I work. I went to see it yesterday, the apartment I applied for. It's way tiny but I am short and tiny and with two dogs it will be just fine for us. I have to call to finalize it on Monday and then supposedly the apartment will be ready on next Friday for move in. I have ONE WEEK to pack up to leave. Less than a week when you think about it. TRE MEN DOUS In the long scheme of things, I'll have the Internet Cafe at work to read others blogs, comment inappropriately and even make entries in my own blog. No more at home computer. Well, if I won one at work then - *sigh* - but I won't win one. I'll have to save for one. What do you all think of the new WHITENESS of WdC anyway? I haven't seen any commentaries on it. Love it? Hate it? Gone back to Yellow? Personally I like it. It's crisp and clean looking. Not sure I'm crazy about that icy blue, but I'm dealing with it. I was reading Blogs last night (putting off more unpacking/re-packing stuff) and came across yet another member who is suffering at the hands of DRAMA! I haven't seen any WdC DRAMA in a while and wonder how folks get sucked into the stuff. Must have a need huh? I mean some people cannot survive without DRAMA of some sort. Ew. I don't recommend it, but backending someone in a truck does provide plenty of DRAMA. All that attention from all sorts of professionals as well as from the average Gawker. Yup DRAMA but as I said I do NOT recommend it. TRE MEN DOUS There was a hint of a contest in an entry by someone who Blogs and Blogs well here and I was sad to see no one took him up on it. It had to do with making up new slogans for those candy hearts. That could have been interesting. Maybe an In/Out would work for that just as well? Only a thought in passing. Suppose I've put off packing/unpacking/rearranging/figuring it all out long enough now. I best go and rev up once more. Drop by and leave some wisdom for me. If you do, I'm sure it will be... TRE MEN DOUS  |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Hello! Guess what day it is? Yup and I wish you all a happy heart beating day. May your heart and those around you keep beating. What else is there?  |
  So, what happened next in my Odd S E? I did get some sleep that night, Monday, after the accident but when I woke up I discovered my left hand and wrist had swelled three times its normal size and was an interesting color - dark purple. Both knees were swollen as was my right ankle. The phone rang."Baby how you doing?" It was Miss Christine. I tried to evade the truth but she just kept at me. Finally she said she would call me back and we hung up. "It is HOW big?" Sarah next and wow did she let me have it for not going to the hospital. Perhaps she was more upset that I was trying to sweep the kitchen floor with one hand I don't know. I finally got her off the phone. My major concern was missing work not the damage to my body. "You are coming home with me." Next phone call again from Miss Christine. I tried to dissuade her by explaining I had two big furry critters and she already had a house full with her, her husband, two kids and a very disabled father-in-law. "No matter. Sarah and I are coming tonight after work to get ya. You are coming home with me." Now, Christine is Country. I know Country folk and I'll explain how. It matters little if it's County in the Southwest or in the Midwest, they are pretty much the same. When I was a rebellious teen, my mother would send me to my Grandmother's home up north. People, this wasn't even a one-horse town - a horse wouldn't fit it in. I felt like I had been exiled to the outer edges of nowhere and would stand on the edge of the highway that ran through "town" and cry. I knew those people were on their way to places that had curbs, light poles, stores, houses, buildings. I just knew it! So after experiencing this, I figured I would be prepared for Christine's house. Christine lives in Holland. There IS a Holland in Texas folks.Yup. The dogs took the trip rather well, which boded wonderfully as I was in the back seat of the Suburban between them. Christine fell in love with CC immediately but eventually Dew was her all time favorite. We drove for approximately three days to get to Holland. Oh, not really, but squished in the backseat between two dogs and Sarah in the front turned so she could lecture me, it felt like forever. I had been to Christine's one time before this with Sarah to party down with Christine and her husband. He cooked, we ate - voila` partee! He is one FINE cook so there was something yummy to look forward to. When I first met Christine in class I didn't think I would ever understand her. Not only did she have a thick accent, but she worded her sentences in - unique ways. To this day knowing that as she does it makes her laugh. One of Christine's "sayings" is now in the header of my blog. She is unique. So are her two daughters, Britnea who is nine and Audrey who is two. Christine assured me everyone was an animal lover and my two fuzz butts would do just fine. They did. They were on their best behavior, mostly, and let the girls have at em. Well, Dew ran away alot but he always ran to Christine to protect him. Figure he knew I was too damaged to protect him from a two-year-old. Christine and I would go to work together, after getting her girls off to school and babysitters and when we came back at night, her husband would have cooked us a huge meal. It was good. No one pampered me or pitied me and when Christine found out that I couldn't get a rental car she went into "Mama" mode and took up my cause. Course she also took up my name, pretending to be me, but I swear listening to her go after the police department to get information they said I couldn't get was priceless. "Oh yes I CAN have that information! Oh no I do NOT have to go there to get it!" Cracked me up. She got what she wanted too. The three of us females together can be a frightening thing sometimes. When one of us is damaged or in trouble the other two band together for loving support and a wall to protect the other from harm. I was just on the receiving end this time. When I finally got a rental car, compliments of the old man's Insurance Company, Christine and her husband held me captive until the weekend. "Baby you can't leave now. By the time we get home from work you will be too tired and you know you are thinkin' of that accident now. You just rest up some and we all will move you back on the weekend." Her husband, Chris by name, would outdo her by BBQ'ing something glorious and making chocolate desserts. I probably should have put 20 pounds on staying with them. I didn't though. Dogs needed to be walked on their leashes and they love to walk much more than I love to be dragged along. The littlest one wanted to help walk them one morning and no fun was had by her. Dew had her airborne in seconds. For a moment I thought we were re-enacting Peter Pan or something. "WOW! Audrey! You can FLY!" It was ten days where I was wrapped in cotton batting, fed and pampered and felt all loved. Toward the end of my stay I was champing at my bit raring to be my independent self again. But let me tell you all something, it really doesn't matter what you do for a living (Chris the husband drives a dump truck) or where you live (Holland is smaller than where my grandmother lived) or what your house looks like (that poor lil house just shrank with the 3 of us in it). If there is love, communication, laughter, BBQ and chocolate it's the best place to be. |
  Hello again! Now I will take you into the ATAT, or After the Accident Time. We'll have fun, you'll see.Remember me - I'm the one shaking in the rain with no raincoat or umbrella and the nice paramedic man has me remove my coat so he can take my blood pressure. Yup the blue woman that would be me. The Police had a question that had also blossomed in my own mind. "So how do you plan to get home tonight?" "shit" I couldn't use my left wrist at all by this time, digging one handed through my work bag produced no cell phone and the nice man in the waterproof cop slicker offered me a 40 pound flashlight to check the interior of the twisted up Ram. No cell phone. "shit" "Can I call someone to come pick you up?" "yes please" I get very meek around police and my cussing is kept to a minimum. They put in a call to Sarah, the Caribbean Queen, you remember I told you about her? Here's how that conversation went - "This is the Temple Police Department. Is Sarah R. there?" "This is I." "A certain Miss Anyea has been involved in a car accident and we wondered if you could..." "WHAT? Is she fine?" "..pick her up..." "YOU LISTENING TO ME GIRL? IS SHE OKAY?" Sarah has a way about her she do. So Sarah and her hubby, a VE-R-R-Y patient and quiet man, come to the scene. I get a once over visually, patted down to check for blood then Sarah tells me to stay right there and goes to look at the truck. "Girl what you do to yourself now?" Like I had any idea at this point? I just shivered and shrugged. With Sarah it is best to keep it simple or she'll stomp on ya. Sarah is tall. Stompin mad Sarah - not a good thing. Anyway after shoving me gently into the backseat of their car and Sarah scolding the police for making me stand in the rain with no coat on, we left. Half way back to Killeen my brain light flickers for a second. "shit" "Oh no now what? Tell me quick!" Miss Sarah commands, I obey. "The Police took my key ring away to give to that towing guy." "You be tellin' me girl you gave the cops your HOUSE KEY AS WELL?" Now don't get me wrong here. The entire time Sarah is scolding me she had one arm around me helping to warm me up, giving driving lessons to her husband from the back seat and consulting with three experts on the advisability of me not going to the hospital. Sarah's good. Driving back to Temple, her still patient, still quiet husband did his best to follow the directions to the Towing Truck Guys garage while also correcting his speed, his lane changes and anything else Sarah commented on. Sarah's cell phone rings. "Yes? No I have her. No blood or broken bones stickin' out that I can see. No she is so stubborn this girl I want to smack her but she already had a big smack so I'll just lecture her on being stubborn. We are taking her home AFTER we go back to fetch the keys to her house. The stupid police did not ask her if she needed any of the keys. She is cold and yes we will take her home. No nothing you can do yet. Tomorrow we see." It was Christine, another friend from work who wanted to rush to the accident to help but Sarah was solely in charge of getting me back to Killeen. I may be making a tad bit of fun of my friends throughout my recounts, but in all seriousness, if I had not had them, I would have been in some serious "shit" |
| Okay I am so pissed off. I had this big plan to re-construct my Clogged Blog to match the new antiseptic whiteness of WdC but Life got in my way. I am now on a crusade to convince Dodge that I have the best ad slogans in the world for them. "Anyea - she put the RAM in Dodge!" I rather had a vehicular incident about two weeks ago. Okay okay I had a frickin accident - happy? Sheesh. I'm not one to run about having accidents. I mostly have on purposes. Life got the upper fender on this decision however. I was leaving work, eight in the evening, after a day filled with fog and drizzling stuff Texans call Winter rain. We'll go with that one for now. I was anticipating getting to the house and setting two pee-anxious puppies loose. As I take my approach ramp to the busy highway - out of nowhere - a white Ford Explorer fills my sight and I stood with both feet yet, on the brakes. Wet pavement + big truck + the Ford had slammed on his brakes - you can see what I did. The rear end of a huge white vehicle filled my sight. Did I live my life in a flash of seconds? Hardly. My last coherent thought before the collision was - "SHIT! The air bag is gonna break my face!" The air bag did not deploy I am happy to report, rather my face is happy to report. The police were awed I was walking around when they arrived and the paramedics kept following me around asking really stupid questions. "Do you know where you are?" Me, being me of course, answered honestly. "No." That seemed to scare the crap out of them. Then a cop asked me again, "You mean you do not know where you are right now?" I answered no that I was still pretty new to the area. Now you tell me how that managed to get all those guys to laugh would ya? They wanted to rush me to the hospital and kept checking me for bleeding or damage but I had already evaluated my body and while I knew I had damaged my wrist, slammed both knees into the driving shaft and that damned life saving seat belt had eternally bruised my solar plexus, I was going to live. The other driver? Oh now here is where Irony steps in to the adoring crowds. The guy was a ninty-one year old from South Dakota who was lost and didn't see the cement island dividing street traffic from the entrance ramp. He never saw my vehicle at all and while everyone was rushing around worried about me, a cop finally asked the old man if he was alone. "Nope. My wife is still in the car." Okay now there are firemen all over because the Dodge was doing it's best to bleed out all over the road and he left an old woman alone in a damaged vehicle. Gotta wonder don't ya? The story keeps going folks. I live in Killeen. I work in Temple. Without a vehicle I cannot get from Killeen to Temple. If I don't go to work I lose my job. Out of all this accident stuff and the old coot did accept blame - especially after three citizens stopped to let police know the old guy was in the wrong - I couldn't get any insurance company to provide me with a rental car. Oh, I had money but no major credit card. Didn't matter if I had a credit card because I needed my name on a utility bill and a year's paycheck stubs to show what a fine upstanding human I was. I couldn't rent one and isn't this why people get insurance for? The old guy put on the accident form that his insurance was through the rental car place. He lied. I understand the trauma of being in an accident and inadvertently giving the incorrect information. Hell, it wasn't until the paramedic asked me to sign a form stating I refused transport to a hospital that it hit me my glasses were gone. So I do understand trauma. However, the old guy who hit me  I hit - it was his second accident that day in that rental vehicle. He proceeded to lie to his insurance company about who's fault it was when I hit him. Tsk. Faxed police report proved him to be a fat liar type person. Trauma be damned. Turns out he had his very own Insurance Claims Agent of his very own. The man had many accidents. So far he has killed no one. Just give him time because I was almost his first victim. When the body shop got the truck the head mechanic asked if anyone had survived the accident. I am like Tigger - I bounce! So there ya have it. My Life over the last two weeks. I have a rental car now, courtesy of the old guy's insurance company. The rental people have called me three times to be sure I like the vehicle, which I don't (it's a frickin KIA for the love of Mike) and I can now type with both hands. The bruising on my body has been changing hues on an hourly basis which if you look at it objectively is rather interesting. I still limp and know my ankle got slammed harder than I thought but the swelling in both kneecaps has gone down. I was walking like Donald Duck on a three day drunk! It's a new day in a very white WdC world and I'm far far behind on reading and commenting in other folks' blogs. I would apologize but I know you guys love me and understand how I hate trying to type one-handedly. I promise to run frantically around and make obscene comments in everyone's blog or try to make some interesting commentary type wordages okay? It's a new day and remember - Sometimes Life just gets in the way and stuff doesn't get done! |
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