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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I'd kept a paper journal for years, so I thought I'd try this out and see how it works. I must say, I'm rather liking it!! Here's some background stuff. I'm in my 40's, doing the single mom thing with a 10 yo son. My son has ADHD, ODD and was also diagnosed with high functioning autism. He can be a challenge, but he can also be pure joy. This is my safe place. I come here to vent my frustrations, celebrate my victories, share a recipe or two and make new friends. I like it here. I hope you do too. Thanks for stopping by, Curls |
| I'm at work and our computer system is down and they don't know for how long. I'm tempted to leave for the day, but maybe I'll wait it out for a little while longer. I've got a boatload of laundry I need to do and other various and sundry household chores that need my special attention. It's a real tug of war....do I sit in my butt at work doing nothing and getting paid, or do I go home and get a lot of stuff done and not get paid? At first it sounds like a no brainer, but I'm one of those that when I'm at work, I want to actually WORK and not just goof off. It's more exhausting for me to sit and watch the clock drag than for me to be truly working hard and getting things done. Having said all that, I'll take an early lunch and make up my mind after that. I know this isn't a real prolific blog today.....some days are like that...it is what it is. thanks for stopping by, Curls |
| I thought this was funny: Last year’s National Poetry Contest came down to two finalists. One was a Duke University Law School graduate from an upper crust family; well-bred, well-connected, and all that goes with it. The other finalist was a redneck from Southeast Alabama A&M. The rules of the contest required each finalist to compose a four-line poem in one minute or less, and the poem had to contain the word “Timbuktu”. The Duke graduate went first. About thirty seconds after the clock started he jumped up and recited the following poem: Slowly across the desert sand Trekked the dusty caravan. Men on camels, two by two Destination-Timbuktu. The audience went wild! How, they wondered, could the redneck top that?! The clock started again and the redneck sat in silent thought. Finally, in the last few seconds, he jumped and recited: Tim and me, a-huntin’ we went. Met three whores in a pop-up tent. They was three, we was two, So I bucked one and Timbuktu. |
| Maybe I should have called this "out of the mouths of babes" I talked with Joe about Friday's episode at school after picking him up from his dad's. Turns out, his second referral was due to calling a classmate a name. Jerkoff. Yup, jerkoff. He thought it was just another way to call someone a jerk. sigh. Go ahead, laugh. I ended up trying to explain to him what that word really meant and why he should never call someone that. He didn't totally understand it, of course, but I think he understood enough to know that he shouldn't use that name again. That's not a word I use, so either he heard it at school or from his dad. Sadly, it is a word the donkey uses frequently. I understand Joe's gonna learn new words on occasion. I just wish he'd run them by me before using them on others to make sure he uses it appropriately or knows if it's a word he shouldn't use at all. I'm jusy glad it wasn't the "n" word. We'd already discussed that one. If he had used that one, they would have probably suspended him. So, this morning, we and met with each teacher so he made his amends and the teachers know that I'm aware and handling it. Ahhh, kids! 8 more years...8 more years....I just hope I have enough sanity left to enjoy it. LOL Funny for today If you don't read this, you will gain 10 pounds I can almost feel myself losing weight .. . by posting this! You'll understand at the end. I've seen two shows lately that went on and on about how mid-life is a great time for women. Just last week Oprah had a whole show on how great menopause will be . . Puhleeeeeeeze! I've had a few thoughts of my own and would like to share them with you. Whether you are pushing 40, 50, 60 (or maybe even just pushing your luck), you'll probably relate. Mid-life is when the growth of hair on our legs slows down. This gives us plenty of time to care for our newly acquired mustache. In mid-life women no longer have upper arms, we have wing spans. We are no longer women in sleeveless shirts, we are flying squirrels in drag. Mid-life is when you can stand naked in front of a mirror and you can see your rear without turning around. Mid-life is when you go for a mammogram and you realize that this is the only time someone will ask you to appear topless. Mid-life is when you want to grab every firm young lovely in a tube top and scream, "Listen honey, even the Roman empire fell and those will too." Mid-life brings wisdom to know that life throws us curves and we're sitting on our biggest ones. Mid-life is when you look at your know-it-all, beeper-wearing teenager and think: "For this I have stretch marks?" In mid-life your memory starts to go. In fact the only thing we can retain is water. Mid-life means that your Body By Jake now includes Legs By Rand McNally -- more red and blue lines than an accurately scaled map of Wisconsin. Mid-life means that you become more reflective . . . You start pondering the "big" questions. What is life? Why am I here? How much Healthy Choice ice cream can I eat before it's no longer a healthy choice? But mid-life also brings with it an appreciation for what is important. We realize that breasts sag, hips expand and chins double, but our loved ones make the journey worthwhile. Would any of you trade the knowledge that you have now, for the body you had way back when? Maybe our bodies simply have to expand to hold all the wisdom and love we've acquired. That's my philosophy and I'm sticking to it! Copy, paste and send this to four women and you will lose two pounds. Send this to all the women you know (or ever knew), and you will lose 10 pounds. If you ignore this, you will gain 10 pounds immediately. (That's why I had to pass this on - I didn't want to risk deleting this.) Thanks for stopping by, Curls |
I just added a new item to my portfolio about my weightloss. If you get a chance, take a look!
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| It was bound to happen....I knew it was coming, I just didn't know when. Honestly. I expected it to happen sooner, so I'm thankful that it didn't happen until now. For the first time this year, Joe got in trouble at school. School started a month ago. From what I was able to find out, Joe was in his gifted reading class and wanted something from the teacher. The teacher was helping another student and asked Joe to wait. Joe went OCD on him and didn't want to wait. What he needed had to be addressed, in his eyes, immediately, and the teacher knew that Joe's need was not immediate. Joe didnt want to wait and proceeded to melt down kicking chairs, etc. This happened to take place during a test. Oops! Joe got sent to the dean's office, and calmed down there rather quickly. He completed the test at the dean's office. After some discussion about the event and how to better handle it in the future, he was returned to his classroom. Even though he was calm, he was, at that point, hyper sensitive to any negative stimuli. Back in the classroom, the teacher was leading the class in a game, and Joe felt that another student had done him some sort of injustice, and he melted again, resulting in another trip to the Dean's office. He ended up hanging with the Dean for the rest of the day until he got on the bus to go home. Seems there was some problem on the bus as well. sigh. Poor kid was just having a rough day. I spoke with the Dean and advised him that in the future, if Joe gets sent to him twice in one day, to just call me and I'd come get him. He'd be just too sensitive to benefit from any further instruction that day. I'm happy at how Joe was able to regroup. He can't help how he's wired. I feel the Dean handled it well, for the first episode, and was able to begin building a good relationship with Joe. On to another subject, my arm is going ok, I can control the pain with Tylenol. The down side is that since I've been babying my left arm so much, my right wrist is hurting from overuse! All my typing is being done with my right hand only, so not only is it frustratingly time consuming to type out a decent blog entry, it's also painful. Yet there's so much I want to say..... ...Like earlier this week, I've been having trouble getting Joe to shampoo his hair. He loves the shower, and enjoys playing with his toys in the shower, to the point where he forgets the entire purpose of showering, to get clean!! So I took all his toys away during shower time with the agreement he can earn two cars back in his shower for each day he remembers to shampoo. On day one of this deal, after his shower, I smelled his hair, it smelled fresh and clean so I complimented him on remembering to shampoo. He said, "Actually, Mom, I didn't. I forgot, so I just sprayed my hair with my man-spray (Axe body spray) so you wouldn't know!!" Gotta give him points for creativity, and a few more for honesty!! I really need to stop typing now, so I'm gonna end this now. I hope to blog more and respond to other's blogs more as well. Please know that even if I may not be responding regularly, I'm still popping in to read them. Ya'll take good care and thanks for stopping by, Curls |
| I'm feeling much better today, thanks to my friends. They sent me some emails that really ticked my funnybone. I thought I'd share them here. Even if you've seen them before, they're still good for a giggle. Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder. This is how it manifests: I decide to water my garden. As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing. As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier. I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car. I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full. So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first. But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first. I take my check book off the table, and see that there is only one check left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke I'd been drinking. I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over. The Coke is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold. As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye--they need water. I put the Coke on the counter and discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning. I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers. I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table. I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I'll be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers. I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor. So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill. Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do. At the end of the day: the car isn't washed the bills aren't paid there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter the flowers don't have enough water, there is still only 1 check in my check book, I can't find the remote, I can't find my glasses, and I don't remember what I did with the car keys. Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all damn day, and I'm really tired. I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail.... Do me a favor. Forward this message to everyone you know, because I don't remember who the hell I've sent it to. Don't laugh -- if this isn't you yet, your day is coming!! ========= Bubba died in a fire and his body was burned pretty badly. The morgue needed someone to identify the body, so they sent for his two best friends, Cooter and Gomer. The three men had always done everything together. Cooter arrived first, and when the mortician pulled back the sheet, Cooter said, "Yup, his face is burned up pretty bad. You better roll him over." The mortician rolled him over and Cooter said, "Nope, ain't Bubba." The mortician thought this was rather strange. So he brought Gomer in to confirm the identity of the body. Gomer looked at the body and said, "Yup, he's pretty well burnt up. Roll him over." The mortician rolled him over and Gomer said, "No, it ain't Bubba." The mortician asked, " How can you tell?" Gomer said, "Well, Bubba had two assholes." "What? He had two assholes?" asked the mortician. Yup, we never seen 'em, but everybody used to say, "There's Bubba with them two assholes. ========= Larry gets home late one night and his wife says, "Where in the hell have you been?" Larry replies, "I was out getting a tattoo." "A tattoo?" she frowned. "What kind of tattoo did you get?" "I got a hundred dollar bill on my privates," he said proudly. "What the hell were you thinking?" she said, shaking her head in disgust. "Why on earth would an accountant get a hundred dollar bill tattooed on his privates?" "Well, one, I like to watch my money grow. Two, once in a while I like to play with my money. Three, I like how money feels in my hand. And, lastly, instead of you going out shopping, you can stay right here at home and blow a hundred bucks anytime you want." Larry is recovering in room 233 at the local hospital. ====== Thanks for stopping by. I hope you smiled. Curls |
I'm feeling sad today....I tried to express what I'm feeling in this new essay I added to my portfolio. If you're not afraid to shed a tear or two, take a look. Any responses would be appreciated. I could sure use a little love right now....
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I have now officially reached full doofus status. I woke up this am with a start. I had forgotten to set my alarm!  "6:45!!!! Oh dear, I'm gonna have to hustle!" was my first thought. The thoughts that followed were: "Oh great, my first day back at work after 2 weeks, and I'm gonna be late!" "I need to get Joe up" "Oh, Lord, don't let him be difficult" "I need coffee" "I need to get a shower" "I've got lots to catch up on at work" I roll out of bed, and begin turning lights on. As I'm making my coffee and listening to CNN, I begin to speak to Joe to wake him up. Much to my dismay, he responds with lots of crank and irritation. "He didn't get enough sleep," I thought to myself. "hmmm, what time did he go to bed? Oh dear! I let him stay up until 11 last night!!" Wait a minute, wait just one cotton pickin minute...... It's not Monday, it's SUNDAY!!!! Me: "Oh Son! I'm so sorry! I feel like such a doofus!"  Joe: "That's because you ARE a doofus, mom!"  Me: "Thanks, son."  There's nothing like making a complete and utter fool out of yourself in front of your child. Ya'll just KNOW he's never gonna let me forget this....At least it didn't take me until dropping him off at a vacant school to figure it out. <sigh> My bruised ego needs more coffee. Good morning, everyone! |
| I just came back from the pharmacy, and I'm not happy. I've been using the CVS closest to my home because of the convenience of not having to drive the 13 miles into "town" to get the meds my son needs every month. The problem is, they can't f***ing READ!!! Every month, I drop off the script, and write on it "EXTRA VIAL PLEASE" in big capital letters. This is so he can have a bottle of his meds at both my house and his dad's. Almost every time, They fail to provide the additional vial. I have complained, and have even called their corporate office about it. I get the lip service, but rarely is the desired outcome, the extra vial, provided. I just don't understand why this is so difficult. Today, the same thing happened. I don't know if I'm just more bitchy today, or if the stars were lined up just right, but I went off about it to the pharmacist. I asked her why it was so difficult to get this right. I got a myriad of excuses with a politically correct, but insincere apology thrown in for good measure. excuse #1 Our computer system doesn't have a feature for notes or comments for requests like this. my response: I don't see what this has to do with your computer system. This is about being able to read and understand the english language. excuse #2 Well, I wasn't here yesterday, and several people handle the prescription from start to finish, and that's why it's important to check your medications before you leave. my response: That's exactly what I did, and that's why we're having this conversation - because there's a problem! What I'm not hearing is how it can be corrected so we don't have to do this every month. Excuse #3 We handle so many prescriptions, this isn't something that we're going to remember. My response: When I was getting them filled at the Publix pharmarcy (in town) They not only were able to remember, they knew me by name and by face, and they are just as, if not more busy than this pharmacy due to them being in town. They also read each prescription and any notes written on them. Excuse #4 We only look at the name, date of birth and the medication and dosage. We don't read any other items on the prescription. As a pharmacist, my goal is to ensure the correct medication and amount is dispensed. my response: As a mother, if I can't trust you to follow a simple request for an extra vial, how can I trust you to get the medication right? Excuse #5 It's not really a big deal to print another label and give you another bottle. It only takes a few minutes to do. my response: The whole point of dropping the script off and coming back later to get it is so that it will be ready without having to wait. This takes more time out of my day and defeats the purpose entirely. Excuse #6 Well, I'm sorry if this pharmacy is not meeting your needs. translation: If you don't like it, go somewhere else. We really don't care. my response All I am asking is that someone read and follow the directions. I'm sad to see that t's just too much to ask. This really pisses me off. Now I'm going to have to decide if I want to put up with their obvious lack of concern and competence to have the convenience, or if I want to find another pharmacy. I'm thinking I have enough aggrivations in my life already and can remove one by finding another pharmacy who knows how to read and follow directions. It deeply saddens me to see how providing good customer service has hit an all time low. Whew! I feel better getting all that off my chest. Thanks for letting me spout off about it. I plan on enjoying the rest of my day and I hope all who reads this does the same. Thanks for stopping by, Curls |
| Hey everyone! It's good to finally have most of my brain cells working again! I swear, that anesthesia steals brain cells!! I'm only able to type with my right hand, as my left is in a cast, but hopefully this will be the last time and it will finally heal the way it is supposed to so that I can use it and not be in constant pain. Not much else going on here. I'm trying to build up my strength this next week before returning to work. I'm sure gonna miss my afternoon naps. Holy Moly!!! I just realized how OLD that makes me sound!!!! ugh.... Thanks to all who sent their love, support and prayers my way. Monk, thanks for the phone calls, they always brighten my day!! hugs, Curls |
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