For the past few days I've been thinking we might get some rain, it's gotten really cloudy, but then as the rain approaches Omaha... pffft - all gone! The grass is looking a little brown around the edges, although I would think the stupid humidity would be enough to keep the grass green. I keep joking with my brother, Marc, that I'm growing gills. I'm quite sure I am, it's the only way you can breathe outside.
I got up this morning and thought I might try to go for a walk, but it was already 82 degrees. Forget that. Actually, I lost my glasses and spent the better part of a half hour looking for them. I was convinced that one of the dogs had taken them, but they turned up eventually. Steve found them when he was home for lunch, so I was walking around stumbling over furniture and dogs most of the morning. I don't have a white cane, so it probably wasn't safe for me to be out alone!
Steve went to Lincoln with Bob to go to a birthday party. I'm the only one working tonight, so I couldn't go. We had a little blip with the VPN tonight, but it finally is working okay again. It's so frustrating to deal with the help desk at the hospital at night. The girl had no idea what I was talking about when I called. She kept asking me what exactly the error message said. Finally I told her that usually when we can't connect to the VPN it's because the hospital's internet is down for some reason. She called me back about 10 minutes later to tell me she couldn't get into the internet either. Whatever. By that time I had gotten reconnected. I have no idea what she was doing.
Toby has been so funny the past couple of days. Dachshunds have a one track mind. When they start thinking about something they're obsessed. Steve used to tell me about his dachshund, Baron, that he had when he lived in Oregon. One day, Baron got it into his head that he was going to try to eat Steve's truck. Seriously. He chewed constantly on whatever part of the truck was closest to him. Steve said he finally had to start parking the truck in the barn to keep Baron from chewing on it! I've never seen anything quite that obsessive until now.
Yesterday Toby discovered the plastic bag of corn we have for the squirrels. It's been sitting in the corner of the deck for a couple months probably, but he discovered it yesterday. I went outside and he had a couple ears out of the bag and he wasn't going to let me anywhere near them. Well, he doesn't realize he's a paralyzed dog. He's not that hard to pick up and move, as long as you avoid the slashing choppers of his. I finally got him moved and the corn put back in the bag, so I wrapped the bag up put it on the railing of the deck. He literally stared at that bag all afternoon yesterday. If he wasn't sitting directly underneath it, whining, he was laying on his blanket, staring at it. Steve finally had to carry him in the house after dark last night, so he wouldn't get chewed up by the mosquitoes.
This morning, first thing when I let him out -- zoom, right under the corn. He wouldn't come in. Heck, he wouldn't even acknowledge me when I went outside with him! Steve moved the corn onto the picnic table at lunch, which is on a part of the deck that Toby can go on, so he stood at the fence and cried. I finally got tired of listening to that about 4 o'clock, so I put the corn in the grill, so he couldn't see it. Well, he couldn't see it, but he knew I moved it, so he growled and barked and showed his teeth when I tried to come back in the house. Little monster. About half an hour ago I finally had to go out and bring him in because he didn't want to leave his post. He's not happy with me at all. He's been whining at the back door and crying at my office door. All for a bunch of stupid dried up corn! It's an obsession I tell you. I haven't seen an obsession like this since..... Well, since Donny Osmond! LOL!
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Insomnia, hair, and sonic booms!
I hate people who can just lay down and fall asleep. They annoy the heck out of me. As my husband snores away in the next room...
Went to my ortho surgeon today about this lumpy thing on the bottom of my foot. I'm supposed to have it removed next Wednesday. Now I'm all nervous about the surgery and wonder if I really want to have it done. Or course it would be nice to walk on the bottom of my foot instead of the side for a change, but I hate the thought of another surgery. I just hate it.
A friend of mine in the blogsphere wrote today about her 4-1/2-year-old daughter who cut her own hair. Luckily she has curly hair and is none the worse for the wear. I remember when Meg did that. Unfortunately, she didn't have curly hair. She grabbed her bangs in one handful and cut them off nearly to the scalp. I was ready to turn in my motherhood badge about then.
When I was younger I always had short, boyish cut hair. I hated it. My mother said it was because she had had braids and she hated it, but I really wanted long hair. All of us girls had to wear our hair short, I guess our mother couldn't be bothered to braid our hair. Anyway, I let Meg's hair grow out long, I loved it. She wore pigtails and braids and ponytails. I loved her hair. It was never long, long. Never much past her shoulders, but to me, that's long hair! When she was in about the sixth grade she had done some babysitting or something and wanted to have her hair cut. We finally decided, and she promised, that she'd only have it trimmed (yeah right). She was also being a little bit independent and wanted to go the beauty salon all by herself. After making her promise about 50 times that she'd only get her hair trimmed and not cut, and with with a lot of misgivings, Steve and I dropped her off and told her we'd be waiting in the car. I nearly had a heart attack when she walked out. It was so short! Of course she told the stylist to just trim it. She couldn't help what the lady just decided to do on her own, could she? Augh. It grew back. But now she's 26 and know how she wears her hair? Short. You just can't win at motherhood, and at 26 you're not even in the game any more.
Steve gets to go to Lincoln tomorrow night for a birthday party. A friend of his is turning 80. You think he'd have some friends his own age, wouldn't you? lol! I couldn't get the night off, I'm the only one working. Really, I'm the only one on the schedule too! (heh) So I'm going to stay home and work and he's going to go to a birthday party. Hardly seems fair, does it?
I was sitting at the home computer this morning about 11 o'clock when there was this huge BOOM that rattled the windows and literally shook the house. It scared the heck out of me and apparently had the same effect on the dogs too, since they all began running around yapping their fool heads off. I seriously thought a car had either hit my house or one of the big trees in the front yard. I ran to my office (the closest windows) and looked outside.... Nothing. What the...? I went to the front door and went outside, thinking maybe they had hit a neighbor's house or another tree on that side. Nothing. It was the oddest thing. I was starting to doubt my sanity (ha ha!) when I saw our neighbor getting his mail so I walked out to our mailbox it would be a shame to waste a trip outside afterall. Larry asked me if I had heard that boom. (Thank goodness... I'm not really losing it.) I told him I thought a car had hit the house and he said that was his first reaction too. According to the local news it was probably a sonic boom. I have to wonder though, people heard it from Fremont to Tabor, Iowa, which is like 80 miles. That was one heck of a boom, ladies and gentlemen!
Went to my ortho surgeon today about this lumpy thing on the bottom of my foot. I'm supposed to have it removed next Wednesday. Now I'm all nervous about the surgery and wonder if I really want to have it done. Or course it would be nice to walk on the bottom of my foot instead of the side for a change, but I hate the thought of another surgery. I just hate it.
A friend of mine in the blogsphere wrote today about her 4-1/2-year-old daughter who cut her own hair. Luckily she has curly hair and is none the worse for the wear. I remember when Meg did that. Unfortunately, she didn't have curly hair. She grabbed her bangs in one handful and cut them off nearly to the scalp. I was ready to turn in my motherhood badge about then.
When I was younger I always had short, boyish cut hair. I hated it. My mother said it was because she had had braids and she hated it, but I really wanted long hair. All of us girls had to wear our hair short, I guess our mother couldn't be bothered to braid our hair. Anyway, I let Meg's hair grow out long, I loved it. She wore pigtails and braids and ponytails. I loved her hair. It was never long, long. Never much past her shoulders, but to me, that's long hair! When she was in about the sixth grade she had done some babysitting or something and wanted to have her hair cut. We finally decided, and she promised, that she'd only have it trimmed (yeah right). She was also being a little bit independent and wanted to go the beauty salon all by herself. After making her promise about 50 times that she'd only get her hair trimmed and not cut, and with with a lot of misgivings, Steve and I dropped her off and told her we'd be waiting in the car. I nearly had a heart attack when she walked out. It was so short! Of course she told the stylist to just trim it. She couldn't help what the lady just decided to do on her own, could she? Augh. It grew back. But now she's 26 and know how she wears her hair? Short. You just can't win at motherhood, and at 26 you're not even in the game any more.
Steve gets to go to Lincoln tomorrow night for a birthday party. A friend of his is turning 80. You think he'd have some friends his own age, wouldn't you? lol! I couldn't get the night off, I'm the only one working. Really, I'm the only one on the schedule too! (heh) So I'm going to stay home and work and he's going to go to a birthday party. Hardly seems fair, does it?
I was sitting at the home computer this morning about 11 o'clock when there was this huge BOOM that rattled the windows and literally shook the house. It scared the heck out of me and apparently had the same effect on the dogs too, since they all began running around yapping their fool heads off. I seriously thought a car had either hit my house or one of the big trees in the front yard. I ran to my office (the closest windows) and looked outside.... Nothing. What the...? I went to the front door and went outside, thinking maybe they had hit a neighbor's house or another tree on that side. Nothing. It was the oddest thing. I was starting to doubt my sanity (ha ha!) when I saw our neighbor getting his mail so I walked out to our mailbox it would be a shame to waste a trip outside afterall. Larry asked me if I had heard that boom. (Thank goodness... I'm not really losing it.) I told him I thought a car had hit the house and he said that was his first reaction too. According to the local news it was probably a sonic boom. I have to wonder though, people heard it from Fremont to Tabor, Iowa, which is like 80 miles. That was one heck of a boom, ladies and gentlemen!
Isaiah Washington Petition
Oh please. I'm a huge fan of Grey's Anatomy, but this is a little much. I really don't care what your sexual orientation is, or even if that's why Isaiah got axed from the show, he's gone, get over it. I loved the Burktina stuff on the show, I thought they were a great couple, I'm sorry he's gone; but don't even give me that crap that he was fired because he was black. Does this woman know that Shonda Rhimes the creator of the show is black? I really don't think this has anything to do with race. And I still don't care that he made his apologies to TR and made his public service announcement to appease the gay/lesbian community. I know if I made a remark like that at work about one of my coworkers I'd be out the door on my rear so fast I wouldn't know what hit me. Just because you're a star doesn't give you the right to use any kind of sexist, religious, or racist title to refer to a fellow actor. Especially because it was done on the set, during a break in shooting. TR Knight as the right to work in a non-hostile work environment, the same as anyone else. If Patrick Dempsey had made the remark and gotten fired who would be screaming because the white guy got fired? It's not always about race, people.
I read in the Houston paper later that he's considering filing a lawsuite because he got fired. Oh yeah, he's not mad, just disappointed. Oh yeah, they fired the wrong person, they should have fired TR. Whatever.
I read in the Houston paper later that he's considering filing a lawsuite because he got fired. Oh yeah, he's not mad, just disappointed. Oh yeah, they fired the wrong person, they should have fired TR. Whatever.
All together now.....
.....IDIOT!
This was noted in today's news on Channel 7.
OMAHA, Neb. -- For the second time in as many days, a man was arrested on Wednesday on suspicion of scalping College World Series tickets.
At about 12:30 p.m., Omaha police said they caught Chavet Sikes, 31, trying to sell two tickets for more than face value. He was arrested and fined $25 on Tuesday on the same charge.
Also Wednesday, officers arrested a 40-year-old Texas man was for ticket scalping. Officers said Wayne Scott was trying to sell two CWS tickets for more than face value. Police said his tickets were confiscated and he was booked at central headquarters.
Like every cop in Omaha didn't see your stupid mug yesterday.
This was noted in today's news on Channel 7.
OMAHA, Neb. -- For the second time in as many days, a man was arrested on Wednesday on suspicion of scalping College World Series tickets.
At about 12:30 p.m., Omaha police said they caught Chavet Sikes, 31, trying to sell two tickets for more than face value. He was arrested and fined $25 on Tuesday on the same charge.
Also Wednesday, officers arrested a 40-year-old Texas man was for ticket scalping. Officers said Wayne Scott was trying to sell two CWS tickets for more than face value. Police said his tickets were confiscated and he was booked at central headquarters.
Like every cop in Omaha didn't see your stupid mug yesterday.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
My Second Day of Freedom, uh, I mean vacation
I spent a lot of time at the cemetery today. I first went over to Garner Township Cemetery in rural Council Bluffs. I was hoping my friend, Bill, had his headstone put on, but he hadn't. I took a lot of pictures for Find A Grave though, since I checked before and nothing had been done there. Now it'll take me weeks to get them all entered!
Then I went up to West Lawn/Hillcrest, where a lot of my family and Steve's family are buried. I don't think the upkeep there is as good as it once was. I know I've been pretty bad about going and actually taking care of the graves. I go and visit and leave flowers, but I never actually take care of the area around the stone. I did that today. Steve's great-grandparents and grandparents are going to have to have their stones reset before too long, I think. I actually had to dig the top of the stone out of the dirt, down about 1/2-inch in order to see the whole stone. That's can't be good. And his great-uncle and aunt... I don't know what's up with their stone, it's brass, but it sounds hollow underneath like maybe the dirt has washed out from under it? Kind of gave me the heebie jeebies... heh. Anyway, I got them all cleaned up and they look a lot nicer. I even did Steve's dad, although he probably wouldn't have done the same for me! LOL!
I had some other graves I wanted to find, but the guy that was working was kind of a jerk. He said he didn't have time to look up more than one or two. I could leave a list and they'd call me when they had time to look it up. Whatever. I'll go back another time. Maybe I'll e-mail them a list. I've been there before and the ladies I've talked with were very helpful and friendly.
Now, with any luck, I have time to catch a quick shower and get cleaned up before Steve gets home. Maybe I'll convince him to take me out to dinner.... Nah, we'll end up having hot dogs at home. I know my husband.
Then I went up to West Lawn/Hillcrest, where a lot of my family and Steve's family are buried. I don't think the upkeep there is as good as it once was. I know I've been pretty bad about going and actually taking care of the graves. I go and visit and leave flowers, but I never actually take care of the area around the stone. I did that today. Steve's great-grandparents and grandparents are going to have to have their stones reset before too long, I think. I actually had to dig the top of the stone out of the dirt, down about 1/2-inch in order to see the whole stone. That's can't be good. And his great-uncle and aunt... I don't know what's up with their stone, it's brass, but it sounds hollow underneath like maybe the dirt has washed out from under it? Kind of gave me the heebie jeebies... heh. Anyway, I got them all cleaned up and they look a lot nicer. I even did Steve's dad, although he probably wouldn't have done the same for me! LOL!
I had some other graves I wanted to find, but the guy that was working was kind of a jerk. He said he didn't have time to look up more than one or two. I could leave a list and they'd call me when they had time to look it up. Whatever. I'll go back another time. Maybe I'll e-mail them a list. I've been there before and the ladies I've talked with were very helpful and friendly.
Now, with any luck, I have time to catch a quick shower and get cleaned up before Steve gets home. Maybe I'll convince him to take me out to dinner.... Nah, we'll end up having hot dogs at home. I know my husband.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Happy Father's Day
We had a cookout over at our house tonight for the dads. It was great fun, with a big surprise... My neice and her husband are expecting in February! I'm so excited and happy for them and I get to be a great aunt once again.
Amber wrote this cute little card for my dad, I wish I could remember exactly what it said. Something to the effect of, I'm here even if you can't see me, I'm in my mommy's tummy... and ended with Happy Father's Day great-grandpa. My dad was just thrilled. It's exciting to me to watch our family grow and another generation add another member.
Amber wrote this cute little card for my dad, I wish I could remember exactly what it said. Something to the effect of, I'm here even if you can't see me, I'm in my mommy's tummy... and ended with Happy Father's Day great-grandpa. My dad was just thrilled. It's exciting to me to watch our family grow and another generation add another member.
Dog Stuff
Ben the Might Hunter has taken the place of Charlie Brown the Might Hunter. Thank goodness Steve came home from Lincoln early this afternoon. All the dogs were outside and they all came in to greet dad, except Ben. I called for him outside and as he slooooooowly approached the house in a very un-Ben-like manner I thought I noticed something hanging out the side of his mouth. I yelled for Steve because something told me this wasn't a toothpick. Unfortunately, a bird met it's untimely demise at the paws of Ben. (The Mighty Hunter).
Unfortunately, Ben's tummy isn't quite as strong as Charlie's, so about 2 hours later he came in an yarked up little birdie pieces all over the rug in the blue room. As I said, thank God Steve came home early from Lincoln. Ewwww. I shudder to think of having to clean that gross mess up.
Ruger is being especially neurotic this week. Last night he wanted to get in bed with us, but when I would get out of bed to pick him up, he would got hide under the bed. Than as soon as I get back in bed, he'd come out and want to get in bed. This went on for about 10 minutes and finally I decided to heck with him, I was going to read. I didn't pick him up until he whined and cried about being on the floor. Wonder what's up with that?
I tried to work on Charlie Brown's scrapbook again last night. I just can't look at those last pictures we took. He looked so bad, I feel so terrible. I put it away for another day. Next Friday will be 6 months since we had to put him to sleep. It feels like a lot longer than that, yet, at the same time, I feel like it was yesterday.
Unfortunately, Ben's tummy isn't quite as strong as Charlie's, so about 2 hours later he came in an yarked up little birdie pieces all over the rug in the blue room. As I said, thank God Steve came home early from Lincoln. Ewwww. I shudder to think of having to clean that gross mess up.
Ruger is being especially neurotic this week. Last night he wanted to get in bed with us, but when I would get out of bed to pick him up, he would got hide under the bed. Than as soon as I get back in bed, he'd come out and want to get in bed. This went on for about 10 minutes and finally I decided to heck with him, I was going to read. I didn't pick him up until he whined and cried about being on the floor. Wonder what's up with that?
I tried to work on Charlie Brown's scrapbook again last night. I just can't look at those last pictures we took. He looked so bad, I feel so terrible. I put it away for another day. Next Friday will be 6 months since we had to put him to sleep. It feels like a lot longer than that, yet, at the same time, I feel like it was yesterday.
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