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Writer's Block: Pet central

Writer's Block:  Some animal rights activists are fighting to replace the term 'owner' with 'guardian' to convey a more balanced relationship between a person and her or his pet. Do you agree or disagree with the importance of this mission?

I am all for trying to ensure that animals are properly taken care of.  I don't want to see them abused in any way, and I think that it's good we are looking out for them. 

HOWEVER!  I think that it gets overdone when we are willing to let human beings starve in our cities because we'd rather give dog food to the shelter instead of food to the food pantry.  I wonder if any of them would mind if I gave their dog a $100 to buy dog food when they can't pay their mortgage or keep their electricity on.  There are issues in my city, let alone the US and the world that need our attention, and I think that changing titles is a waste of time and energy.

i would also like to see adoption groups who are trying to place animals relax their standards a little.  Here, at least, if you admit to ever having a dog or cat that was primarily kept outside, you are "declined" by the staff of our very overcrowded, no kill shelter, despite whatever your current plans are for your new animal.  A friend of mine was declined because she had an outside dog as a kid, my family was declined because we had a new baby and the staff didn't feel that any of the 7 dogs, nor any of the puppies in the abandoned littler, should be in a house that would soon contain a wandering infant.  Hello, people!  Isn't a home better than the shelter?  Instead, we ended up buying a dog from a breeder, when we would have much rather rescued.  My favorite part was when they asked us for a donation to the shelter after declining us for an adoption!

The Blogalyser reveals...

Your blog/web page text has an overall readability index of 12.

This suggests that your writing style is conventional
(to communicate well you should aim for a figure between 10 and 20).Your blog has 16 sentences per entry, which suggests your general message is distinguished by verbosity
(writing for the web should be concise).


male malefemale female
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Your text shows characteristics which are 58% male and 42% female
(for more information see the Gender Genie).
Looking at pronoun indicators, you write mainly about yourself, then the world in general and finally your social circle. Also, your writing focuses primarily on the present, next the past and lastly the future.
Find out what your blogging style is like!

Hmm... I am now challenged to make my verbosity less and my readability more. I think a nice average 15 would be good. :)


for Pete's sake!

Dear Live Journal,

Could you please hurry up a little?  Waiting a few minutes for pages to upload or for the sign in page to change is annoying enough, but could you please go a little faster with the photo uploading?  15 minutes or more is ridiculous.  I shouldn't have time to take a shower before it loads.



Why I like spring the best

the rain.

Yes, believe it or not, it's all about the rain for me.  Spring rain feels different, a cleansing, a calming newness that doesn't exist during any time other than the spring.  Yesterday was delightful: sunny, clear, the grass is growing greener and the trees are starting to bloom. We enjoyed the (too) warm day and spent it running around doing errands and chasing after the Small One who is definitely feeling the terrible twos and trying threes.   .

However, today was even more wonderful. Today, with it's overcast skies and heavy feeling of rain promising to fall eventually. The sky glowed a soft gray, the air damp with a slight chill as it blew through the trees and sent the old leaves of last fall away in "the blustery day" style.

I adore days like today. I like to feel the wind roar down the street as the trees toss their newly budded branches in protest. The breeze blows damp and cool across me and into my home, with its every window and door thrown open to welcome the new scents and fresh air in and escort the old winter out.


The trees blooming in my yard are pretty on a sunny day, and I enjoy them. But today, today, the colors of the purple tulip tree and the tiny white flowers on the unknown tree in my front yard glowed vibrantly in the gloomy daylight.

I sit by the open window, curled up in a chair with my book in my lap, loving every minute of it and hoping that the Small One will keep napping, just a little while longer. My daughter paces about, bemoaning the fact that the shorts she chose that morning are making her cold. I smile, pleased for myself that the weather is as it is, amused at my little pleasure that makes her so miserable.

I continue to read, inhaling the cool, clean air as it blows through the house and wonder when it will finally rain. Slowly, surely, my day becomes even better as the noise of tiny raindrops splattering on the buds of the trees and the sidewalk below come to my ears.



I NEED a Dr Pepper.

Click on it...you'll laugh :) (oh, and if you know how to make the image appear here, please let me know, I can't figure it out!)

getting ready for a great weekend. Ditched Daniel and Makellen at my parents' house, spent a couple of hours at the grocery store with Nathan, who helped me save $138 (not bad for a first timer ;) ) and now relaxing in the glow of the aquarium where I have two new batches of baby guppies.

A good day indeed.
1. My cat almost died of poisoning.
2. My neighbors cat did die of poisoning
3. My dog had surgery to remove a tumor from his side
4. Nathan has been assigned 50+ problems a night in his geometry class because they're further behind the other classes due to inability of the teacher to keep the class on task.
5. Nathan has improved his running time in cross country
6. Nathan has made friends
7. Nathan has gone out with said friends
8. Nathan took my cd player and cds without permission
9. Nathan promised that he's not going to behave like he did last school year
10. Nathan left his jacket in the school cafeteria, which got stolen
11. Nathan's MP3 player was in the jacket that got stolen
12. Nathan's grade in band was lowered because he didn't have his shoes for marching.
13. Three days later, the band teacher found Nathan's shoes, they had been in his office since August 31.
14. My dog's post-surgery medication made him vomit any time he ate or drank. big dog=big mess.
15. big dog=big hunger and big thirst
16. Daniel started sleeping only when being held, and only for 20 minutes at a time
17. Daniel has started crying constantly
18. I spent an entire day laying on Daniel's bedroom floor, holding him and crying.
19. I've cried harder, longer, and more hopelessly than ever in my life
20. My doctor prescribed anti-depressants for me
21. The doctor also diagnosed Daniel with colic.
22. She said that it usually clears up around 3-6 months
23. Daniel hit the 2 month mark last week
24. I have been self medicating with chocolate and food
25. I have managed to lose an additional 3 pounds since beginning the self-medication
26. I am 26 pounds lighter than when I got pregnant
27. Makellen started soccer
28. Makellen has become a doting "big sissy" to Daniel, her words, not mine.
29. The season has started back up at church/work
30. The art show I began last year at church/work developed into a book fair/art show/quilt show/concert affair.
31. People have been excited and making desperately needed changes at church/work.
32. Rick fell down the last 4 steps of our house just as we were leaving
33. Rick hurt his ankle and knee
34. Rick dropped Daniel's car seat when he fell
35. Daniel was strapped in and was only scared when the car seat fell on it's side
36. We missed our niece's first birthday and my friend's wedding because we had to stay near the pediatrician and ER in case there was swelling in the head after the fall
37. Rick and Daniel ended up being fine.
38. Rick was awesome and took two days off work to take care of Daniel last week when he realized I was going to have a break down.
39. It became apparent how screwed up my sister has allowed her life to get.
40. My sister's probation officer showed up to ask specific questions about her breaking probation.
41. My sister lied to him.
42. My family had an "intervention" of sorts with my sister where we hopefully got through to her about the stupidity and pointed out that her probation is over in July.
43. My other sister had a foster child move in with her, 14 year old Tyler who plays soccer.
44. My friend's daughter has been stricken with something that is affecting her muscular system, making it almost impossible for her to move, yet alone go to school for her senior year.
45. Despite multiple MRIs and blood tests, the cause is still unknown
46. My friend is also dealing with a huge blood clot in her leg and now has to have a biopsy of her cervix and uterus.
47. My friend's husband was told by his doctor that a tumor he had removed is growing back
48. The tumor is life threatening due to it's location
49. He hasn't made any attempt to do anything about it yet.
50. Robert Jordan died before finishing the series I've made myself get through! Jerk...

wow..its been a busy month, and that was just the most interesting things that happened. I think I need a dr pepper and a nap. :)
What was the first band you became a fan of?

My first favorite band was the Beatles.

*fade in to a girl's room with two twin beds, stereo on a bookshelf. Girl, 12, lays on floor listing to radio. Curtains blowing with summer breeze*

*girl sings at top of her lungs*
"Its been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog..."

*knock at the open door, man resembling Sirous Black stands in doorframe*
"You like that song, huh?"

*girl nods, looking at him from floor*
"Yeah, Uncle Duncan, I like the sound and the feel to it. But it's only on once in a while on the oldies station."

*The man winces slightly at "oldies station", but grins at the girl. tosses cassette tape to girl*
"Here. "They're the Beatles. Best band you'll ever hear. I have the whole collection on vinyl back home in Oregon. Take a listen, this is a cassette I picked up with some of their best music."

*girl sits up a bit, catching cassette. she looks it over and nods*

*fade out*

*fade in to back yard scene. Lots of pine trees, grass is green, dog is running about. Duncan and a woman are sitting on a blanket in the grass*

*man looks up from woman to girl who is approaching*
"What did you think?"

*girl smiles, rushing over*
"I loved it! Think I can borrow it to make a copy?"

*man frowns slightly*
"How 'bout you just keep that one and I'll buy a new one for the trip home."

*girl is estatic* "Awesome! Thanks Uncle Duncan!"

*girl runs to off camera.*

*fade to black*


Tell Me About You
1. Name:
2. Birthday:
3. Place of residence:
4. What makes you happy:
5. What are you listening to now/have listened to last:
6. Do you read my lj:
7. If you do, what is particularly good/bad about it:
8. An interesting fact about you:
9. Are you in love/have a crush at the moment:
10. Favourite place to be:
11. Favourite lyric:
12. Best time of the year:
13. Weirdest food you like:
14. Do farts make you laugh:

1. A film:
2. A book:
3. A band, a song and an album:

1. One thing you like about me:
2. Two things you like about yourself:
3. Put this in your lj so I can tell you what I think of you.


Nights like tonight I am almost brave enough to call the Goblin King. Almost. :)

At long last...

The Weisert Famiy presents:
Daniel Leighton
July 17, 2007
10:42 AM
8 lbs, 20 inches


Sorry, one day I'll know how to post pics AND lj-cut all at once...

Photobucket Album

phone chat

I just had an hour long, out of the blue, chat with my friend Dustin from Las Vegas. We caught up on each other's lives and he told me about his girl, whom he's head over heels for. Didn't realize how much I've missed him, we should call each other more often.

I heart Dusty :)


Likely you've already read this in email form, but I enjoyed it enough to share, just in case. :) -A

The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid term.

The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, which is why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well :

Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.

One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today.

Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.

Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same , the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.

This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, "It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you," and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct......leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."

more angst

If people from various parts of your life consistently tell you that they're disappointed in you or what you've done (or not done, as the case may be), is it more likely that you've spread yourself too thin, or that you really just don't have the skills you thought you did when you took on the various projects/family?

Is honesty the best policy when being confronted on how disappointing you are? Is it ok to say, "I intentionally didn't contact you because I didn't want your opinion?" etc?

ransoming HOT information :)

about a month ago, we had our second ultrasound. The baby has two arms, two legs and a head! Good news, yes? When asked if we wanted to know the sex, I said "no" and Rick said "yes" so the tech put the info into a sealed envelope, which has remained sealed until this afternoon (i decided i wanted to know)

So after opening the envelope, Rick called his mother, sister and dad, who have all been harassing us to find out. each call, he offered to tell them the sex in exchange for a baby item. So far, we have a pack of diapers, a bouncy seat and a night of babysitting. what powerful information we have! :)

entertaining and fun to be able to tease them all just a little more...


my 14 yr olds myspace

once again, i have discovered the kid lying directly to my face. there is indeed a NEW myspace account with his picture on it, updated early this morning.

now. first, lying has been a HUGE problem in our house. do i worry about this or let it go?

second, the info he has online is open to the public, and VERY disturbing. so much so that if his page was inspected by school officials or by his counselor, he would be questioned, perhaps suspended from school.

third, there are at least 5 (of 9) people listed as "friends" who are over 18 AND people I've never met.

i know that myspace is common with his age, and i know that lying is pretty standard too. should there be a line drawn, do i just let him sink or swim? do i decide that it's not worth the fights it will cause and let it go, hoping for the best? do i delete everything and tie him to a leash attached to my hip?


Said so well...

I need to play with the kids more, to learn more, to visit friends more, to be outside more, to play the violin more, to do more yoga, to write less nonsense and more something-useful, to read less internet and more fiction, to meditate sometimes and try to be present all the time. Instead, I go the whole day and forget to eat (yet still manage not to lose weight), I seem to be endlessly in motion but barely able to get anything done, and my head is just a mess of spending prescious energy going over things that I can't change and wishing for things I'm unlikely to get.

I read this today in cheesepuppet 's journal. I couldn't have expressed the general feeligs here as well as she did. I find myself regularly similar thought processes and emotional state, and I appreciate someone being able to get into my head and understand.

thank goodness...

Here I was worried that we wouldn't have a white easter! I'm so glad that this little gift was granted to me so all of the lovely spring flowers could die, just in time for company to arrive on my now snow covered driveway, slippery sidewalk, and dead, brown, flowerbeds.

on recycling

I recycle. I recycle cans, bottles, plastic, etc. Everything that the city will pick up curbside is recycled. I don't mind recycling too much, but I do admit I don't recycle because I feel environmentally compelled to do so, but rather because it's a convenient way to help the environment with little work on my part.

Today, for the fourth week in a row, I have come home on recycling pickup day to find my yard, and the surrounding neighbor's yards littered with recyclables. To make it worse, there were 4, yes FOUR, plastic bottles laying NEXT TO THE RECYCLING BIN!!!!!

I have several questions about this issue:
1. Why is it that a bottle that is next to the bin left on the ground, when it would not require the pick-up guy to take even one step to grab it? Does it really matter how it got there since the guys actually get out of the truck to sort the items?
2. Why is it that if we're trying to help the environment, it's ok to leave these things laying around as litter that will eventually just get pitched into the garbage can?
3. In Bowling Green, the general wind speed is between 20-30 mph daily, due to the flatness of the swampland it once was, so WHY ON EARTH DO WE HAVE BINS THAT DON'T HAVE LIDS?!
4. In a week, our family of four can fill up the recycling bin two times over, but the city insists that the little bin we have is enough. Has anyone considered that if we had bigger bins, we'd actually recycle more as a community?
5. And last, why is it ok to mix the plastics up in the bin, but not ok to have them mixed up in a paper bags, which would allow twice the amount of recycles to be accumulated in said bin? Again, let me say, that the men get out of the truck to SORT THE ITEMS INTO THE TRUCK!

I contacted the city dept for recycling and was promptly blown off, reassured that the men "are very good at their job", that BG is very windy, and that the complaint would be
recorded. I'm sure it was, and then promptly thrown into the garbage.

I'm done recycling, let BG rot in its landfill.
Dear cheesepuppet

I made up my permanent email when I was last job hunting. I merely used my first and last name at hotmail. I knew that most people have heard of hotmail, and I wanted to sound professional as well as have them remember my name. Using my name also ensured that they would be less likely to have to dig for it since my name is on everything I sent out.

I do however have a "junk" email with a name like cheesepuppet. That's the one I use for online billpay accounts etc.

I don't trust places to not sell the address, so rarely anyone gets the "main" address. So far, so good *knocks on wood* I haven't had to change my email due to spam in over 4 years.

Good luck!


I need somebody,
Not just anybahhdy...
I need someone!

I have been challenged!

100 faces in 100 days.
That's right, 100 people (men and women can both participate) to try the Mary Kay skin care line and share their opinion with me so I can earn a prize! (Cheesy, I know, but I like winning...)

I am asking all of you to help me meet my goal by emailing your name and mailing address to me so I can send you a happy little package with samples of the skin care. All you have to do is try it and return the postage paid survey card to me.

Email me at aweisert@marykay.com
Men, if you don't want to try it (though men do love the product) you can request a package for your sweetheart.
For chocolate lovers: mention in the email that you are a chocolate lover like me, and I'll send chocolate along to sweeten the deal :)

BTW, I've decided that the people helping me should be eligible to win a prize, too, so everyone who returns the opinion card will get entered into a drawing to win the new Mary Kay® Sun Care Gift Set (Includes Mary Kay® SPF 30 Sunscreen, Lip Protector Sunscreen SPF 15 and After-Sun Replenishing Gel)!

"Won't somebody pahleeze help me?! Help me! Help meeeeee oooooh!"

sorry, Beatles moment. :)
I decided to just cut and paste her entry here.
This way, you can share the laughter and I can look back at it and laugh again. Enjoy anasay 's entry!

The Beastie Boys' Condo is Downtown

Guy looking at billboard at construction site: The 'One Ill Building'? That's a stupid name for an apartment building!
Friend:You're the dumbass. That says the 'O'Neill Building.'

--21st & 6th


And They Decided to Go with Beef Instead of Salmon?!

Guy #1: Hey... Ummm, by any chance did you get some sort of invitation in the mail from Jerry and Marcia?
Guy #2: I know! Who the fuck gets their 13-year-old circumcised in front of public masses like that?

--14th & 7th


What Brand, Damn It, What Brand?

Girl to friend:I can't decide which brand of shampoo and conditioner I want this time.
Random shopper, pointing to bottle: Get this kind. It made my pubes soft and wispy.

--CVS Pharmacy, Union Square


And She Named the End Product 'Suri Cruise'

Thug #1: She got an abortion?
Thug #2: Bitch had a exorcism.

--N train


... Followed by a Mudslide

Hoochie #1: Let's do tequila shots!
Hoochie #2: No way. The last two times I did tequila shots I did anal.



I'm Hardly Gay at All Anymore

Guy: You know, I can never be in the Air Force.
Girl: Well, not really. There's always the whole 'Don't tell' thing.
Guy: But it's on my record!
Girl: What? Did you have to file for your gay card or something?
Guy: ... I meant because of my bad vision!

--Metro-North train


Dude: What happened?
Soaked chick: I dunno. There was like a 'Grrr' and then a like 'Woosh' and then like a 'Splat' and then I was like, 'What the fuck...'
Dude: Oh. That explains it.

--50th & Lex


Are You Still Having Fun?

Little girl: Look, Mommy! Those two girls are wearing angel wings.
Hipster chick #1: Actually, they're fairy wings.
Little girl: Why are you wearing fairy wings?
Hipster chick #2: We just felt like wearing them for fun.
Crazy guy: Hey, ladies! Nice wings. You could definitely be my angels.
Hipster chick #1: Goddammit. They're fucking fairy wings!

--St. Mark's Pl


Unregistered and Looking for Fun

Chick #1: You're a sadist!
Chick #2: Yeah, but I'm a nice sadist! I'm like the friendly neighborhood sadist.



Stupid Dyslexia

Guy: You know what? Fuck you! F-C-U... Goddammit.
Girl: That's right, dumbass!


This Is One Family You Don't Walk Away From
Little girl: Sat-ur-day, Sat-ur-day, Sat-ur-day... I'm going to blow your head off.
Dad: Yeah?


Absolutely Nothing -- But It Was the Way I Said It

College guy: Cannibal fetus appendix fucker!
Thug: Who are you callin' a can-- What the fuck was it you said?


Wednesday One-Liners Throw Their Pennies Down the Well

Dude: Man, I wish I had a doorknob.


Pop Quiz: Which One Was Raised by a Monkey?

Old lady when boy gives up his seat: What a nice boy! Thank you!
Boy #1: Well, my mom raised me well. It was the belt -- she only had to use it once, and then I just knew, you know?
Chick: Ohhh, yeah, for me it was a wooden spoon.
Boy #2: Oranges. She used to throw oranges at my face.

On days like today...

...I just feel like banging my head hard against the wall, or smacking it into the computer monitor just because the pain would be a great distraction from the frustration, anger and hatred that I experience at times like these. I find myself wondering today if I really should be concerned about my well being, or if I just need to find a distraction other than pain, or the idea of pain.

No, I'm not a cutter, not suicidal, nothing. I'm just a mom who feels crushed and helpless about the 14 year old whom, right now, she can't wait to get the hell out of the house.

He has no clue what he does to me, or that times like this really, really strain the tiny bond I have with him. Without the actual mother-child unconditional bond, it's really starting to become hard to love him and not hate him completely.

Only 4 years to go...

Question for parents

Did you choose to store your newborn's cord blood cells? If so, why?

I have been looking into the science and purpose, so I've gotten most of the numbers/facts. The only thing that they can't answer is the emotional reason: WHY SHOULD I DO THIS?

Comments appreciated.

Empty Cup

In order to give, your cup has to have something in it to give. When you give from your cup, others give to you from theirs,causing your cup to fill and if you're lucky, overflow.

My cup is bone dry and its been dry so long, I can't remember what made it fill. I made a list of people in my life, followed by a + or - as to how I feel after I've been with them. 90% of them had -. Frustrating realization, I tell you.

So, off I go to find things to fill my cup, and to hang out with the measly 10% that had + after their names.

Suggestions on how to fill up my cup welcome.

A new adventure

Tonight was the first night of the BG Community Band. I decided to check it out and see if I still enjoy playing the xylophone. I did! I had a good time listening to the music, and to my amusement, the baby moved constantly while the music was playing.

I have to admit, however, that I'm not sure I'm going to go back. There seems to be little music for the mallet parts, and I ended up sitting out 13 of 18 pieces. I approached the director about this after rehearsal, thinking perhaps the music just hadn't been found. Nope, not the case. There isn't music for any of the other songs, and "perhaps you can play cymbals."

Ok, I signed up to play mallets, and I'm not skilled at reading percussion music because percussionists weren't taught both types when I was in school, you either read music or you read percussion lines. Add that to the fact that there are plenty of other percussionists that I'd be taking music from if I did figure out how to read the music. Is it so wrong to want to play what I signed up for?

Besides, who ever heard of marches in general, let alone the Star Spangled Banner and Stars and Stripes Forever, without a bell part? I've played both of those before, spectacular bell parts and I was greatly disappointed to not play them tonight. To top it off, there is another player who also is interested in playing mallets, and since there is only one copy of each of the 5 songs (no copying allowed) this now limits me to 2-3 pieces. I'm not sure 1.5 hours of practice each week is worth 2 pieces of music where half of the music is counting rests.

*sigh* I was so looking forward to this.

On a good note, I got a message from a friend in Vegas. He said that he heard a song on the radio and was wondering how I am. I'm glad he called, I've missed him. :)


This is worth a great belly laugh. Just listen by clicking on the link below.

This accident happened in the Dallas -Ft. Worth area and you must listen to it.

It is a phone call from a man who witnesses a car accident involving four elderly women. It was so popular when they played it on CHUM FM that they had to put it on their website.

The guy's laugh is contagious. If you close your eyes and picture what he is watching, it is even better than a video clip!


State of the Adriane

It has been entirely too long since I've read, let alone written here at Livejournal. I've missed your trials and joys and have spent last few days catching up on as much as I can. Now, I will attempt to give you an overview of how things have been here in my corner of the world.

1. Rick is still working evenings and nights. Read more...Collapse )
2. Nathan was becoming impossible for me to handle and we had to consider sending him to the Children's Resource Center for a few weeks of observation. Read more...Collapse )
3. I have been depressed. Read more...Collapse )
4. We are having a baby in July. Read more...Collapse )
5. We told the kids about the baby and they're excited. Read more...Collapse )
6. We hosted Christmas at our house. Read more...Collapse )
7. Politics at my church job are getting thick. Read more...Collapse )
8. Mary Kay has slowed down tremendously for the moment. Read more...Collapse )
9. The weather has been delightful. Read more...Collapse )

Well, there you have it. I'm sure that are more items, but those are the ones I remember at the moment. Hopefully, if I can't remember them, they have resolved themselves or they weren't that important in the first place.

Here's to a new and exciting New Year!!

November 2

I am grateful for:
1. My daughter and her loving smile
2. My stepson, whose smile and sense of humor always surprises me
3. My husband, who made it to bed before I got up and cuddled with me this morning
4. My cat, who wakes me up just before the alarm goes off by purring and rubbing against my hands
5. My dog, whose jealous neurotic nature always makes me laugh

I always stink at New Year Resolutions. Always. So, when it hit me last night that it was the beginning of a new 30 day month, I decided to see how I'd do with a 30 day resolution. Here goes:

For the month of November I plan to:

Eat a bowl of oatmeal every day, not only because it is a healthier choice than Captain Crunch :), but because it fills me up until lunch, making snacking unnecessary

Listen to my hypnosis CDs every night and see if the effect is true

Work on communications between me and my coworkers, my family and my charges at the church. Specifically working on planning and getting information about upcoming events to people faster

Work MK for 4 hours each day, any IP work will be acceptable

Add one more form of exercise to my day EACH day

Well, there it is. My 30 day plan. Yay for me. Good luck to me!


A couple of years ago, I had a dream of someone reaching out to my daughter, trying to touch her. The only impression of the dream that was left, other than the disturbing feeling, was the word "raziel". The dream bothered me so much and was so vivid that I woke up and wrote down what I thought was just a bunch of letters. I eventually forgot about it.

Tonight, I was on Wikipedia for information and I stumbled across the name "Raziel". Talk about a flashback! It seems, according to Wikipedia anyway, that Raziel is the Archangel of God who guards the veil between God's throne and humans, as well as a "supporting actor" in a comic series.

I wonder what he wanted with my girl?


It has been a while, much longer than I wanted it to be. The last post took a lot out of me! However, I will tell you that I feel much better about the situation. I think I just needed some validation, that I wasn't jumping off the deep end of ridiculous.

As for Rick (the Dear Husband), I have been reminded for several days now that he wants to help out and that he loves me, even the bitchy me :). I'm not sure if he's been picking up on my vibe, or if he decided to actually read LJ, but mom's been happier, so everyone is happier.

Fall is here and I'm loving it. It's my favorite time of year. I always catch my breath when I see a tree blazing with color. On our street we have several types of trees, so the color display is beautiful. Sadly, due to my forgetfulness and the quickly changing Ohio weather, I wasn't able to get a photo to share with you all.

This week we are enjoying Indian Summer and the kids had a lovely night last night for trick or treating. Makellen was dressed as Johnny Appleseed (her idea) and it was entertaining to watch the adults try to figure her out. Our neighborhood is full of elementary school teachers, so many of them recognized her and told her what a great job she did, earning them a full fledged grin. Others, less in touch with their early education, just laughed at the cooking pot on her head, one of the college kids asked her if she was a pot-head! Mercifully, Makellen didn't understand the reference and just told them who she was.

The soccer season has ended, and we ended it with a tie. The kids on my team worked so hard and did such a great job! I am proud to say that the coaches that get them next year (we group the kids by age) will be pleased with the skills that the Orange Team mastered.

I'm working hard on the house to get it ready for our traditional Thanksgiving Dinner. Each year we invite about 20 friends to come for dinner. We began the first year we were married and most of our friends were in college, not going home for the long weekend. It's since caught on and now that we're grown up and married, we just add more highchairs for all the kids. We love it, and I'm looking forward to it.

It looks like my time is up, too bad, there is much more to update! Those of you waiting for something from me, keep your eyes open this week!



anansay I am reading your story, one page at a time due to time restraints. I should be done in a few more days.

banthafodder85 and marilyns_gf I am working on the art, again, time restraints. I still need a mailing addy for m_gf.


Some days are easier than others

I am grateful for the sense of urgency that I felt when I woke this morning.
I am grateful that Rick still remains employed, despite the disappointment of not being able to change shifts.
I am grateful that there will eventually be a chance for him to switch.
I am grateful for two fairly young children who can get themselves off to school when I have a migraine.
I am grateful for Immitrex.

Today I am still struggling to feel grateful and mean it. Depression has seriously moved in to my brain and pokes at me on a daily basis, just asking to be let in and take over. So far, neither depression nor apathy has won. I'm hoping that the lack of change in Rick's schedule will not make it easier for either emotion to become stronger.

Rick's schedule is wearing me down little by little. I struggle to not be frustrated and to refrain from completely losing it on the kids. The past year has been a hard struggle, given that he is around for about 2 hours of the kid's awake time, leaving me with two children, a hyper 7 yr old and a 13 yr old stepson whose sarcasm and new tendency to tell me he hates me has turned into just flat out ignoring my existance. It is a temporary situation, and I have to remember that, just some days it is harder to remember.

To those single moms that read my journal, I am grateful to and for you as well. You give me hope that it can be done with one parent present, and that I will survive.

Art Meme

The first five people to respond to this post, will get some form of art, by me, about [or tailored to] them. I make no guarantees about quality or type, but I will assure that I will give it good effort and that the art will be individual to you, so if you get a mixed CD or some sort of painting doodle, yours is the only one like it.

The only catch, of course; as with most memes, if you sign up, you have to put this in your own journal as well.



Today I am struggling to find something to be grateful for. I'm struggling because I have a sense of apathy and depression lingering this morning as the hours go by. I dislike being depressed, who doesn't, I suppose, but I am at a loss as to how to fix it.

I am not sure why I have a seemingly sudden inclination toward depression. I've considered that it is part of the aging process, or that Rick has been working crazy night shifts and has not been around for the past year, that I'm not working set hours, or that we don't have a set routine in place in the household.

Of all the possibilities, routine seems to be the easiest to combat, the easiest to come up with a solution. Once a schedule is made, how do you convince yourself to stick with it? Desire, Dedication, Determination, Dicipline, and Focus, are needed.

Now to get it all, and keep it.


I have found malgrin who uses her journal to write down not only the events in her life, but always starts out with what she's grateful for. What a great idea! In one of her posts, she mentioned that the exercise has helped her daily attitude in a most positive way.

I'm jumping on that bandwagon...
I am grateful for the dappled sunlight on my deck.
I am grateful for the blue, almost cloudless autumn sky.
I am grateful for Makellen and Nathan who have learned how to get ready for school with minimum prodding.
I am grateful for Rick and the fact that he sleeps away the day to keep us out of debt and insured.
I am grateful for parents who drive 60 miles to see their granddaughter play a 40 minute soccer game.

I was not looking forward to yesterday. Yesterday was going to be a day of rushing around, being late and being around people that I didn't necessarily want to be around. Church and Sunday School went off surprisingly well. The problem teacher mercifully wasn't a problem, and the kids were actually good for Jr Worship.

My daughter's soccer team (that I'm coaching) all showed up in time for the game, and seemed to be understanding the concept of passing down the field. Sounds like common sense, but to 1st & 2nd graders, "magnet-ball" is usually how the games go. Several parents and onlookers commented after the game that the kids look improved from the last game, and even more so from the first game. Yay!

Then it was off to Brownies for the evening, something I wasn't looking forward to (I've had my fill of out of control children over the past few months). Fortunately, it was pretty low key and my friend Jen was there, so we hung out and helped the kids write postcards.

Next came D&D at my house, after picking up dinner at KFC. Mashed potatoes and playing a giant barbarian always go together. :) The evening's adventure was fun, until I was called out on my character looting bodies. The argument was mostly one-sided because I was irritated and kept my mouth shut. I have actually taken time and thought about how my character would be. This is not usually the case, I generally prefer to just play a pre-written character. My frustrations were intensified by not knowing if it was K's character yelling at me or if it was K accusing me of not playing my character right. Next time, I'm going to ask who exactly is complaining, and if it's her character, I'm going to chop her character in half with my kick-ass-magical-barbarian axe. This game is supposed to be fun, damnit.

The night ended around 2 am, with me trying to not be nasty to Rick, whom I'm not pleased with at the moment. (Cat, John, Steph & Matt, you owe me BIG for ruining my vacation day.) I did, however, get to watch Grey's Anatomy finally last night in the early hours. (That reminds me: I'm grateful that ABC has full episodes of TV shows on their website.)

A busy day, followed by a busy tomorrow. Until then...

Oct. 6th, 2006

i'm an extremist. Have been since I can remember, probably will be until I can figure out how to do it differently.

I don't process the smaller picture well, only the big picture. This makes it very difficult to change aspects of my life without going to extremes. Is this a skill that people learn? Or is this something that people just naturally do, depending on their personality?

Making small changes doesn't seem to be an option to me, to me it's either, do it right, or don't do it all. Let's take dieting for example...if I weren't educated about the bad effects, I'd be the queen of crash diets. That doesn't mean that I don't still do it (because as stated before i have a huge difficulty with doing just a little), I just tend to do it less.

Sometimes this behavior is a good thing, I accomplish much more than I think I would if I didn't have this drive. Sometimes this behavior is bad, because if I can't change things sufficiently, a layer of depression is added to the many layers already there, and you never know which one will be the straw to break the adriane's back, or what my reaction is going to be.
Nathan is forever a teenager. As Rick and I watch him day after day, we wonder if the angst-ridden years will ever end. "But he's only going to be 14, you have years left!" Yeah, yeah, unfortunately, his behavior has been ongoing for the past 3 years, so we're actually looking at year 4 coming up.

It's exhausting. He's exhausting. I'm so tired of feeling overwhelmed by the situation. I'm tired of dealing with his sarcasm. I'm tired of calls from the school. I'm tired of having to sign notes from his teachers informing me of his bad grades. I'm tired of him telling me to not yell at him because I'm stressed when it's him that I'm stressed about. I'm tired of dealing with his anger issues. I'm tired of doing bed checks to be sure he's not sneaking a movie in the closet. I'm tired of backpack checks to be sure he's not sneaking inappropriate items to school.

I could go on, but you get it, I'm tired.

And now, I have approximately 30 minutes to myself before I have to pick him up and take him to a counseling session, where I'll watch him sit in silence until the councelor says, "Is (blah blah) the problem?" to which he will inevitably say, "Yes, (blah blah) is the problem."

And then, home for dinner and another fun, angst-filled evening!

Ah, some days I love my life.

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