By my very own personal standards, the sawmill was pretty okay and I'm thankful for that because I'm wore ass out and it's only day 2 of 5. I was all excited about coming home to play outside and move straw bales to their resting place but the wind was too much and it is February after all. I know how to make compost tea now and also how to change the SRV on a hematology instrument because I've done it a few times. Same for changing the cuvette wheel and doing calibration on the hundreds of pieces of equipment we've used. It's what I do, plus sticking squalling babies and saying "bless your heart" to some frail old person with no family around to witness the madness. People simply do not understand that nobody lives forever and sometimes aggressive care is not the best answer if the patient is suffering or just says NO. Our national healthcare system is clogged to the gills with emergency rooms who have no history or warning about the sick and injured who will either catch a ride or be brought in by EMS. Since a redneck Republican committee of our great state senate shot down a chance for something different I'm still mad. I'm sure there are "reasons" that the governor threw this out to be devoured before people ever knew what was up. "Too much like Obamacare, my ass" she said.
This whole thing with Boehner and Israel is way out of hand and I'd say if either one of them wants to represent "the people" they should just remember who they are, and it certainly ain't Big Ernie. I feel bad about Bobbi Brown but not at all surprised considering the history up in that family. We have TV again and I'm looking forward to Better Call Saul because I know a bunch of lawyers just like him, and a few guys like Mike. It's always good to have them in the wings. Also I will be recording CBS Sunday Morning for the first time in forever because I love it. And SNL. Don't judge because I paid the giant mega broadcast company for a simple pleasure like 500 channels of which I watch maybe 10. QVC ain't my thing and the DVD player is about dead.
Work.Sleep.Eat.Rinse.Lather.Repeat!
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Friday, February 6, 2015
fresh darn skippy
My heroine of the entire Stephanie Plum adventure is Lula, bless her heart. Well, and Grandma Mazur too. There's something about a woman whose social life revolves around visitations! Thank you Claudia for introducing me to the joy that is one next adventure in Joisey. Oh....and Vinnie. Connie. Ranger. Joe. Whoever that kid is who thinks she's a horse. Girl I work with Connie's type all day long. That was back when getting put up in style was the rage. Now everybody looks as cremation as an option because it's cheaper more pocket friendly when the whole world economy is in a tailspin and it's all Obama's fault. I guess we better start stockpiling Walton plastic bottled water and cammo and attending AFP rallies. Oh, and burn more carbon why dontcha? When that committee comprised of narrow minded old school style GOP one uppedness squashed the "notion" of allowing federal money to be used for healthcare because ten years down the road it will be on the state's back, I don't care. I could be dead by then and none of it would matter except for the cremation or whatever KayKay and I decide on. Girl's got my back.
Not sure what's up with the rest of the world other than more ISIS posturing and a very sad looking Congress. I never go out for lunch but today I was determined not to make too many stops on the way home so I took some time off the clock to pay bills which is my new mantra. Of course nobody knows that 90% of federal tax returns have been received! So far everybody is off my back until the next wave hits, and I seriously hope I'm past all that. Mom seems to be maintaining fairly well and not crying much so there's that plus blessed Lori on Sunday mornings. That's when CBS shines, you know. I caved and got a refill on my happy pill today, one that I managed quite well without for a month but I felt like I was coming unglued so it's only four bucks on the Kroger value plan. So is Synthroid, for that matter. The albuterol inhalers are about 120 bucks first of the insurance year which is kind of ironic. Supposedly the whole reason for the gigantic price increase was to "protect the ozone". Right.
One of the treasures of getting old is that you just don't care what other people think as long as you present yourself with honorable intentions and treat them as equals. I try to do that and focus my communication with eye contact and relevant topics unless I'm in a rambling mood then all bets are off. Here's hoping that my sawmill weekend plus two days is not very busy because my arm hurts like hell. "They" say it takes a year to recover.
^j^
Not sure what's up with the rest of the world other than more ISIS posturing and a very sad looking Congress. I never go out for lunch but today I was determined not to make too many stops on the way home so I took some time off the clock to pay bills which is my new mantra. Of course nobody knows that 90% of federal tax returns have been received! So far everybody is off my back until the next wave hits, and I seriously hope I'm past all that. Mom seems to be maintaining fairly well and not crying much so there's that plus blessed Lori on Sunday mornings. That's when CBS shines, you know. I caved and got a refill on my happy pill today, one that I managed quite well without for a month but I felt like I was coming unglued so it's only four bucks on the Kroger value plan. So is Synthroid, for that matter. The albuterol inhalers are about 120 bucks first of the insurance year which is kind of ironic. Supposedly the whole reason for the gigantic price increase was to "protect the ozone". Right.
One of the treasures of getting old is that you just don't care what other people think as long as you present yourself with honorable intentions and treat them as equals. I try to do that and focus my communication with eye contact and relevant topics unless I'm in a rambling mood then all bets are off. Here's hoping that my sawmill weekend plus two days is not very busy because my arm hurts like hell. "They" say it takes a year to recover.
^j^
Thursday, February 5, 2015
not my circus
Well as many of you know our state senate stopped Insure TN in its' tracks yesterday in spite of a valiant effort by the governor to reign in the idiots. Yesterday is the past so I won't be fretting over it even though my job could very well be in jeopardy because of the stupidity of a bunch of Tennessee rednecks. Here's a news flash for all y'all up there in NashVegas. Voters can send you home just as quick as they got you there and many of them are looking at other options. And I'm certainly not talking about just me, you know? Everybody knows I'm a demolibtard and see healthcare, especially the preventive type, as a human right. My favorite FNP has abandoned her private practice to work for a chain type care facility where she no longer takes appointments but sees you behind the walk-ins so I'm shopping for a new one. UrgentTeam is the name, I believe. I have one day off every other week and need some refills. What is so hard about that?
That being said, I have a list a mile long of "things to do" on that one day. The sun wasn't even up when my eyes popped open, part from habit and also because I passed out at 8PM. My arm hurts again and I can probably bullet point the reasons for that but I won't whine because it doesn't become me. Neither does bitching about it. No snow here on the lane but it's mighty cold and a good day for indoor activities like cleaning up the nasty ass dining room lighting a scented candle and spraying Febreze. Gotta' research spring veggies for that straw bale dream I've invested in.
Sometime after I went to bed I heard the wind chimes going nuts and thought that it sounded a little close as in the damn dining room door blew open again. BG found it that way when she got home from work and moved some stuff up against it to keep the cold wind out. The way we ration the propane around here there's a definite priority, if you know what I mean. My landlord says they will "get to it" but so far it hasn't been anywhere near the top of the list. Most of the past two years is a blur to me because of the constant state of crisis within my family. I still can't believe that Mama broke her leg while I was two weeks post-op for the shoulder thingie. Talk about your bad luck! She was on the rehab road, so to speak, for four months after. Thank the lort' I've got friends who will help a girl out. The seriously cute mailman just went down to the end of the lane where nobody lives so maybe he's checking out the house. The dogs love him because he gives them treats. Plus he brings all my bills and puts them right there where I can find them.
Meanwhile, Rome burns ^j^
That being said, I have a list a mile long of "things to do" on that one day. The sun wasn't even up when my eyes popped open, part from habit and also because I passed out at 8PM. My arm hurts again and I can probably bullet point the reasons for that but I won't whine because it doesn't become me. Neither does bitching about it. No snow here on the lane but it's mighty cold and a good day for indoor activities like
Sometime after I went to bed I heard the wind chimes going nuts and thought that it sounded a little close as in the damn dining room door blew open again. BG found it that way when she got home from work and moved some stuff up against it to keep the cold wind out. The way we ration the propane around here there's a definite priority, if you know what I mean. My landlord says they will "get to it" but so far it hasn't been anywhere near the top of the list. Most of the past two years is a blur to me because of the constant state of crisis within my family. I still can't believe that Mama broke her leg while I was two weeks post-op for the shoulder thingie. Talk about your bad luck! She was on the rehab road, so to speak, for four months after. Thank the lort' I've got friends who will help a girl out. The seriously cute mailman just went down to the end of the lane where nobody lives so maybe he's checking out the house. The dogs love him because he gives them treats. Plus he brings all my bills and puts them right there where I can find them.
Meanwhile, Rome burns ^j^
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
file this
I'm sittin' here on the eve of our best chance for snow this season which I must say makes me nervous because Feb and March last year were a nightmare. If all goes well there will be an inch or so which should make for some nice shots to put in my portfolio. Maybe after I'm gone BG can auction them them off to pay for my funeral! It's all just an exercise in fun for me but I wouldn't mind a little extra income. Tommy told me once that it boggled his mind to think of the number of his images floating around on the innerwebs being used for Lord knows what. Speaking of which, Lent is coming so y'all better get out there and raise some hell prior to the giving up of something wicked. And eat a king cake sans baby because that's kinda' creepy. Enough about all that partying. I think I know where I can get ashed and I will wear it with humility.
The sheer JPEG volume that is pictures I have taken with the badass camera is something to behold, not to mention all the times it went away and came back to photograph once again. I'm slowing weeding through the ones that look like somebody was a little tipsy and thought the cat was cute, and there's a bunch. Much of my time with Babyman has been spent posing and playing attempting to capture something digitally that I'm seeing right in front of my eyes WITH human emotion as a value added. He will be two in a month and there will be a party I'm sure where he will be the shining star! Since the feds paid me back maybe I can afford a present this year. I'm headed to a barrier island and watching Magic Mike Redux if it kills me.We were unpacking stuff at work today and I wanted with all my heart to save that paper to wrap up items for Etsy but honestly it was just a bit much past what I could muster at the moment. You see the cheap ass used tire we bought for the Cadi last week went flat at the BBQ pit so there you go...another kink in today's plans to get home and start a day off in style. I guarantee you I'll be out cold by 8. And keeping the faith, as usual. I'm already jonesing to get the straw bale garden going. While we were having a chat at the round table this afternoon Lauren asked me if it hurt them to get wet. Obviously, she is her grandmother's granddaughter and that's all good. When I think of where we were one year ago, all I can do is thank Big Ernie and sweet baby Jeebus.
Peace ^j^
The sheer JPEG volume that is pictures I have taken with the badass camera is something to behold, not to mention all the times it went away and came back to photograph once again. I'm slowing weeding through the ones that look like somebody was a little tipsy and thought the cat was cute, and there's a bunch. Much of my time with Babyman has been spent posing and playing attempting to capture something digitally that I'm seeing right in front of my eyes WITH human emotion as a value added. He will be two in a month and there will be a party I'm sure where he will be the shining star! Since the feds paid me back maybe I can afford a present this year. I'm headed to a barrier island and watching Magic Mike Redux if it kills me.We were unpacking stuff at work today and I wanted with all my heart to save that paper to wrap up items for Etsy but honestly it was just a bit much past what I could muster at the moment. You see the
Peace ^j^
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
on the wild side
Well thank goodness flu season is taking a break and the sawmill isn't like a chinese fire drill, at least not today. Instead, the air got turned off and the big ass fans on while they did some duct sucking. It's a blessing it wasn't busy because nobody could hear a damn thing up in Chemistry! We have a new girl who caught my heart on day one and will forevermore be a hero in the world of healthcare because she's young and still has that sparkle in her eye when it comes to "helping people" and learning. I feel much better about the state of things, if you know what I mean. I did a little workplace activism today and contacted the state legislators in our area about Insure TN and how from my two perspectives, resident and employee, think it's stupid to turn away federal money for healthcare when Medicare is cutting reimbursement to the least of us. As we all know TN has a rich history with politicians who are in the bed with making sure that their business interests are taken care of. Bill Frist ring a bell? BTW dude...the Schiavo family is past all that.
I confess that I did read the headline about the Jordanian pilot being burned to death in a cage but I didn't want to watch and you can't do that at work anyway. All if took was one paragraph to make me sigh "Jesus" and turn away. On one FB page that I visit a comment drew a parallel to Nazi Germany and I truly believe that if they had their way it would be thus and so but...there's always a but. These fools are like a bad horror movie and getting a boner over all the MSM attention they get when ransom demands aren't met. Heh..like we're gonna give you money so you can extort more? They are attempting to fleece every government in the world who has civilians in their territory just doing their jobs. Allah hates your guts people. Chew on that.
The grands are maintaining and doing alright last I heard. I called Mama right before I passed out last night and she remarked that I was up late (8:30) but I assured her me and SammyD were already snuggled up for the night. It finally cleared off and I watched the stars and moon do a little dance outside my bedroom window. I rarely see sunrise except through the break room window and I miss it but the sunsets make up for it. Spring is coming, dontcha' know! I found the first crocus today, a gold patch on the south bank bed under BG's window. Lorna's iris have survived the winter and will soon be giving me something to appreciate other than purple and yellow, each variety coming from a different yard to mine. I'm still studying the straw bale situation and noticed that there are a lot of pallets in my basement which would be primo for that sort of thing. Anybody who feels like hauling them up the concrete steps to outside is welcome to holla'. I might even provide refreshments, as they say at the Sanitorium.
I feel hopeful for the first time in like...forever. There are things that have been on my back that I allowed to weigh down my energy and faith and I'm done with that. Life is short and then you die. There was this movie one time with the catchphrase "I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna' take it anymore." In a nutshell, that's what's up in my world.
How about yours?
I confess that I did read the headline about the Jordanian pilot being burned to death in a cage but I didn't want to watch and you can't do that at work anyway. All if took was one paragraph to make me sigh "Jesus" and turn away. On one FB page that I visit a comment drew a parallel to Nazi Germany and I truly believe that if they had their way it would be thus and so but...there's always a but. These fools are like a bad horror movie and getting a boner over all the MSM attention they get when ransom demands aren't met. Heh..like we're gonna give you money so you can extort more? They are attempting to fleece every government in the world who has civilians in their territory just doing their jobs. Allah hates your guts people. Chew on that.
The grands are maintaining and doing alright last I heard. I called Mama right before I passed out last night and she remarked that I was up late (8:30) but I assured her me and SammyD were already snuggled up for the night. It finally cleared off and I watched the stars and moon do a little dance outside my bedroom window. I rarely see sunrise except through the break room window and I miss it but the sunsets make up for it. Spring is coming, dontcha' know! I found the first crocus today, a gold patch on the south bank bed under BG's window. Lorna's iris have survived the winter and will soon be giving me something to appreciate other than purple and yellow, each variety coming from a different yard to mine. I'm still studying the straw bale situation and noticed that there are a lot of pallets in my basement which would be primo for that sort of thing. Anybody who feels like hauling them up the concrete steps to outside is welcome to holla'. I might even provide refreshments, as they say at the Sanitorium.
I feel hopeful for the first time in like...forever. There are things that have been on my back that I allowed to weigh down my energy and faith and I'm done with that. Life is short and then you die. There was this movie one time with the catchphrase "I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna' take it anymore." In a nutshell, that's what's up in my world.
How about yours?
Monday, February 2, 2015
groundhog day
I spent it like many other, Bill Murray waking up over and over again to the same movie that is on repeat. According to the media the official dude in PA saw his shadow but there was not a shadow or ray of sunlight to be seen in the 'burg today so I'll take that as an early spring. There is the most beautiful orange sunset showing out against the pink and blue sky framed with the green of winter wheat. This place is what helps me keep sanity in a world where there usually seems to be very little normal. Of course it's gone now because it's 6PM and dark and cold again! Dammit to hell I reckon I'll just have to brew up some compost tea for that straw bale garden in the works out back. I will grow me some food this year, or die trying.
According to the "official" IRS.gov place my refund is somewhere on the innerwebs winging its' way to my local bank, thankyouverymuch feds. If you can finance a ten year war on terrorism you can damn well make sure the money you took out of my hard earned check is returned in a timely manner. As a side note, I noticed that there are no penalties or interest from 2012 and the pension payout for 2013 wasn't taxed either. Hmm...whom should I thank for this fortunate change in screwing the little people? I'll settle for thanking Big Ernie and leave it at that because I see pizza in our immediate future. I failed to return House of Cards to Hastings but I have card where I sold a book there so maybe that will cover the late fees.
I've been a Kathy Mattea fan for a long time and I admire her devotion to the history of West Virginia and all that entails which is pretty depressing considering the history of coal mining and poverty there. When will we ever learn that the the gifts that God gave us will be what we miss when they are gone? The modern day version of that is fracking and Canadian oil in pipes driving down the price of gas so that we can buy a bigger honkin' SUV to drive those kids to soccer practice. In the end? None of that will matter.
According to the "official" IRS.gov place my refund is somewhere on the innerwebs winging its' way to my local bank, thankyouverymuch feds. If you can finance a ten year war on terrorism you can damn well make sure the money you took out of my hard earned check is returned in a timely manner. As a side note, I noticed that there are no penalties or interest from 2012 and the pension payout for 2013 wasn't taxed either. Hmm...whom should I thank for this fortunate change in screwing the little people? I'll settle for thanking Big Ernie and leave it at that because I see pizza in our immediate future. I failed to return House of Cards to Hastings but I have card where I sold a book there so maybe that will cover the late fees.
I've been a Kathy Mattea fan for a long time and I admire her devotion to the history of West Virginia and all that entails which is pretty depressing considering the history of coal mining and poverty there. When will we ever learn that the the gifts that God gave us will be what we miss when they are gone? The modern day version of that is fracking and Canadian oil in pipes driving down the price of gas so that we can buy a bigger honkin' SUV to drive those kids to soccer practice. In the end? None of that will matter.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
gimme' shelter
It has rained cats and dogs for many hours now and it's nice to be inside for the day. The wind was blowing just the right way where it leaked a river on the bathroom floor at Casa Grands so there's towels and a bucket for now. Yeah I know. Lori was with Mom so there wasn't that to worry about but we got right onto notification of the proper people about the fall risk. Have I told you how much I adore this woman??? She and mama talked the whole time and that's what therapy is all about. TLC is what the elderly need and come to mention it I'm getting there. Today is Amateur Night #2 with the #1 spot going to New Year's Eve as far as people who get drunk and drive. I'm sure Seattle will win because my friend Chuck has put has put his mojo on them and Tom Brady is now "tarnished". Ante up people!
I've had the best time this weekend piddling and going through history, attempting to archive what's a keeper and trash the rest. I have a copy of the Saturday Evening Post when JFK was murdered that is a real classic and a copy of the Commercial Appeal from when Ike passed. My mother was a real historian you know. As daddy and I drove back through town on the way home I asked him the dates on all the downtown landmarks including the hospital where I was born. He put that one at about 1900. One of the more progressive banks in our city houses their offices in the former Cordell Hull hotel building. Shoutout to Megan and John and that whole bunch.
So I have a sore throat (again) and feel like shit so it's time for some oil pulling and detoxing and whatnot. My only trip out of the house yesterday was to get straw bales for the beginning of my garden. The nice young man there loaded 'em into the Camry and away we went all looking redneck and shit. SammyD was riding shotgun and we made it home without incident. In case you haven't notice, I'm in one of those moods that can't really be defined. Certain realities have become painfully obvious and I struggle with letting go of feelings of betrayal at times. If you have never been thrown under the proverbial bus, count yourself blessed.
And always...keep the faith ^j^
I've had the best time this weekend piddling and going through history, attempting to archive what's a keeper and trash the rest. I have a copy of the Saturday Evening Post when JFK was murdered that is a real classic and a copy of the Commercial Appeal from when Ike passed. My mother was a real historian you know. As daddy and I drove back through town on the way home I asked him the dates on all the downtown landmarks including the hospital where I was born. He put that one at about 1900. One of the more progressive banks in our city houses their offices in the former Cordell Hull hotel building. Shoutout to Megan and John and that whole bunch.
So I have a sore throat (again) and feel like shit so it's time for some oil pulling and detoxing and whatnot. My only trip out of the house yesterday was to get straw bales for the beginning of my garden. The nice young man there loaded 'em into the Camry and away we went all looking redneck and shit. SammyD was riding shotgun and we made it home without incident. In case you haven't notice, I'm in one of those moods that can't really be defined. Certain realities have become painfully obvious and I struggle with letting go of feelings of betrayal at times. If you have never been thrown under the proverbial bus, count yourself blessed.
And always...keep the faith ^j^
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